𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑎 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑒

→ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 :: 441

→ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 :: it’s your third date since taehyun first asked you out, and I guess, third date’s the charm

→ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 :: fluff

important :: I recommend everyone to listen to the song, dream a little dream of me by Louis Armstrong & Ella Fitzgerald, just so you know it, and it doesn’t seem as weird, or unknown. ♡♡ anyways, hope you enjoy.

[1:23pm]

“knock knock”.

the soft knocking that was coming from the door made you curious so you went to check who was it.

On the other side of the wooden door that was now opened, a charming boy stood, holding a bouquet of flowers. Roses in fact.

“you know, each colour has a meaning” he said to you, drawing a smile on your face.

“Hi~” you teased him.

“like for example, the lavender one, meaning enchantment, or love at first sight. And hey” he smirked, as he handed the bouquet to you. You thanked him as you went over to your kitchen to get a vase to put them in.

“Where are we going?” You asked. “That’s a surprise.”

[1:30pm]

You didn’t walk for long until you arrived at your destination. A small park, not too crowded. Taehyun grabbed your hand, taking you with him to this more hidden area. Surrounded by bushes, and trees, making the place look magical. He stopped you both, pointing at a picnic blanket filled with berries, some cake, coffee for the both, and a basket of flowers.

“Tada~” he said, which made you smile. Right after,, he sat you both down on the small blanket.

“This is very pretty hyun” you told him. His face turned red, and he looked away, hoping you wouldn’t notice, but you did notice, and he looked cute.

A few minutes passed, and after you had eaten, you spotted this record player, sitting behind him. Taehyun realised you looked at it and he found a LP in the basket full of flowers.

“Dream a Little Dream of Me”

He put it on and has it began to play, he took your hand.

“May I have this dance” he said with a funny-like mature voice, making you both giggle. “Why yes” you said back, playing along. He pulled you closer to his chest, making your face turn pink. You stood there for a while. Just swinging from side to side.

[2:17pm]

He span you around quickly leaving you at the tip of his hand, as he spun you back around. Once you were close to his chest once again, he cupped your face with his fingertips to your chin. As he smiled, he told you “I guess, the rumours are true, third date‘s the charm.” He pulled you closer, kissing your lips. You slowly moved your hands around his neck, making the kiss deeper. He grinned at your action, and you pulled away.

“What?” You giggled. “You’re just cute.” he told you.

“Did we just have our first kiss, and you ruined it cause I’m cute?” You teased him.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 :: 467

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 :: you take soobin out for your 2 year friend anniversary, and after playing with sweet bunnies, you share a sweet moment.

“𝘢𝘩𝘩𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘯” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 2 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦́ 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦́ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸.

"𝘰𝘩 𝘺/𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦!! 𝘐𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘰𝘮'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳!!! 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌'𝘚 𝘈 𝘊𝘜𝘙𝘓𝘠 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘛𝘖𝘖. 𝘐𝘛 𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘒𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘏𝘠𝘜𝘒𝘈!!!" 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘭𝘺.

"𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘰 𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮?" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

"𝘶𝘩𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦??"

"𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺.

“𝘠/𝘯.! 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦” 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺.

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴.

𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩.

𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑝

𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨,

“𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰” 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘺𝘭𝘺, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦. 𝘛𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳.

“𝘺/𝘯.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

“𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘐, 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶...?”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸. 𝘈 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥.

“𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯...” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦.

“Hangyul I agreed to you dying my hair, but right now I’m suspicious of you not doing that” you sighed, feeling the man pinching and twisting a piece of your hair. Hangyul’s deep chuckle resonated from behind.

“Relax; I’m a professional” he emphasized ’professional’ with a certain tone you’ve never heard before. The male leaned forward, face popping up from the left side as he eyed you curiously, “After all, doesn’t it feel nice?”

Not paying attention to your oncoming complaints, Hangyul stepped around the chair, heading towards the table to grab a comb. You used the given chance to glance at the other, laughing upon seeing his own dye slicked hair. It was the same color as yours, a certain shade the two of you agreed would suit both.

“What’s so funny?” Hangyul asked. There was a slight jump in his voice, caused by the never-ending amusement he felt. You were wrapped up in a light blue blanket, resembling a burrito, while your hair stuck up much like Goku’s. The male couldn’t not laugh at the hilarious yet adorable sight.

“You” was the reply he got. In your eyes, Hangyul looked ridiculous as well. His hair was quite literally glued to his head in one smooth layer, and the boy reminded you of an egg.

“Seems rich coming from someone who looks like they’ve been hit by electricity” He bit back, taking one of the gloves off. Instead of grasping the black comb, Hangyul grabbed his phone and pointed its camera towards you. It all happened so fast that you couldn’t react properly before the male snapped a picture. 

Due to his immediate laughter, you supposed it was something he’s going to frame.

“I’m so sending this to Yohan” Upon hearing Hangyul mention your crush’s name, you were up quick and chasing after him. Truthfully, Hangyul tried running away through numerous doorways of your apartment. Somehow, it just didn’t work out. The sight of a blue traffic cone running behind him became too much for the male, sending Hangyul on his knees and into a laughing fit.

“You’re not going to send that to him!” Trying to look angry, you stomped carefully onto the strong thigh of the other. His laugh was contagious and it took your everything not to give in and laugh with him. “You can’t and I know you won’t!!”

Surprisingly, Hangyul grabbed your leg in mid-air, making you stumble a bit, trying to regain balance. He watched your taken aback expression for a quick moment, before speaking.

"That's your third cup today" You noted, pointing your drink towards the one Jaemin set down on the table. Before the two of you started studying together after school, it was never clear as to why your classmate visited Starbucks so often. When you saw the liquid in his cup for the first time though - the reason was clear. No where else would he be served such a thing.

"And so is yours" Jaemin bit back, flopping down onto the plastic chair and crossing his legs. The boy watched your drink of choice and frowned upon seeing the huge amounts of milk and cream in your shake. Even if his intolerance wasn't a problem, the boy wouldn't dare drinking that. Jaemin reached back to pick his bag up from the ground, hand immediately freezing when you spoke up to defend yourself.

"Listen-" You began, but were soon cut off by the other.

"Diabetes has never looked so attractive" Jaemin noted, his index finger creating a mini handgun and shooting it in the direction of said liquid. There was a big and sincere smile on his soft features, round eyes now almost disappearing behind his squinted eyelids.

"Na Jaemin" You warned, hand coming up to grab Jaemin's, a worried expression on your face. The boy still had the same grin on his lips, pearly white teeth stealing the spotlight in your eyes for a quick second. Not letting the beautiful appearence of your classmate distract you, your gaze shifted towards the jet black liquid before speaking.

"Jaemin I'm worried, it's not good for you!" Trying to sound stern, but feeling your voice shake, you shuffled in the seat and sighed out loud. Jaemin's smile disappeared, a petty expression replacing his previously cheerful one. He leaned back, taking an expensive sip of coffee. The transparent straw immediately turned black as liquid flowed through.

"It's not as bad as you're making it look like!" Jaemin whined, eyes widening and lips staying parted even after he was done speaking. The boy's tone changed, words quick and almost slurred, leaving him breathless for a few quick moments.

Jaemin's sudden and cute change of demeanor made you smile, heart quickening it's pace and waking up the butterflies in your stomach. You'd say you were, but the other would never really know how worried you actually were.

"That drink looks and tastes like magma from the pits of hell! How can you say that?!" Not wanting to shout in public, you aggressively whispered, an accusing finger pointed in his direction. Jaemin's eyes rolled at that, hints of a playful smirk only intensifying his beauty.

Without uttering a word, the boy reached inside of his backpack again. He was quick to take out the books of subjects you were supposed to study for. Just a mere sight of stacked paper was enough to elicit an uncomfortable reaction from him.

"Let's get back to studying now instead of speaking about my poison of choice. I promise it's the last one" Jaemin lifted the cup up and shook it. Only then did you notice the plastic being half empty. How the f-

"...for today" The boy whispered, more so for himself than for othere to hear. Unfortunately, you caught on to the words, head snapping up as you slapped Jaemin's hand.

"Na Jaemin!"

"Na jAeMin" The boy mimicked in a mocking tone. It really shouldn't have but your heart skipped a beat for god knows which time that night.

summary: in which you don’t like coffee, but visit a certain coffee shop twice a week just because of a cute and charismatic barista that works there

genre: the slowest burn ever, fluffiest fluff

words: 4,7k

warnings: none other than i made myself cry writing this if that means anything

The heavy smell of coffee enveloped you the exact second you stepped inside the coffee shop. This aroma that reminded of cold autumn mornings and cozy winter evenings was always so comforting. The chimes above the delicate glass door created a familiar melody, one which regularly brought a smile to your face. Today, although it being a busy Monday morning, the café didn’t seem that packed. There were still a few empty seats – one of them being your favorite, towards which you walked in quick and long strides.  

Caramel leather squeaked underneath your thighs and the wooden table shook slightly due to the uneven length of its legs. One lonely white rose in a see-through vase was placed in the middle, its fallen petals creating a pattern on the caramel table cloth. This seat was in a secluded corner, from which you had a perfect view of the whole place, yet didn’t have any attention on yourself.

The shop was special to you, but despite it being because of their coffee, atmosphere, or this slightly broken seat – it was because of him.  

The handsome barista that ran around the shop, often balancing more cups than you thought was physically possible. His lean frame coordinated through small gaps between tables in such a gentle and delicate manner, tempting your eyes to follow each of his movements carefully.

You remembered his name being Hyunjoon, from the little nametag pinned onto the black t-shirt he always wore to work. Typically, a black apron would be tied around his prominent waist, but today it was nowhere to be seen. His usually styled hair was disheveled, as the boy threaded his fingers through the short strands often, appearing more handsome with each repetition.

summary: being worried about your boyfriend who once again stayed late at practice, you decide to go and visit him after not having your calls picked up.

genre: fluff

words: 0,9k

pairing: yohan x reader

a/n: ok this wasn’t supposed to be this long so i’ll count it as a timestamp scenario instead of a simple drabble,,,

Yohan had texted you saying he’d be staying at practice longer than usual today. Your boyfriend has been working much more recently, often returning home later than others, but it’s the first time Yohan stayed this late. Since his text, three hours have passed and the male hasn’t returned.

Beginning to worry, you sent him a message, not wanting to interrupt by calling, yet wondering when he’d be back.

Unfortunately, no answer made it’s way back to you, slight anxiety now evident on your facial expression. Upon dialing Yohan’s number, no one picked up, only intensifying the panic previously felt.

Instead of letting the fret continue without doing anything, you sat up from the couch and decided to visit the company. Putting on shoes and shrugging on a thick coat, you grabbed Yohan’s jacket, ready to leave - when you remembered something. You walked into the kitchen, packing a couple club sandwiches you’ve prepared for dinner but unfortunately had no will to eat when alone.

The walk to the company didn’t take long, for all the boys, as well as your boyfriend, lived close by. You were greeted by the security, who apparently knew the reason behind the sudden visit, as they immediately informed you where Yohan was.

Usually, at this hour, the third floor was silent. Tonight, upon leaving the elevator, you were met with a quiet echo of a familiar song. It was expected to see your boyfriend practicing the dance, but once the door opened, you were met with an empty practice room.

Or more so, empty at first sight.

A step inside gave you a clear view of Yohan’s relaxed form sitting on the floor, back leaning against the white wall. His eyes were closed, eyelashes falling beautifully against his shining cheeks. Under the thin material of a black shirt, Yohan’s chest fell and rose in an even and calm rhythm.

It was almost as if you didn’t want to ruin his peaceful state, the way you looked at him from afar. Still, you approached the sleeping figure and crouched just a step away, head tilting to the side. In an instant, your hands were cupping and thumbs rubbing the soft skin of his cheeks. 

Yohan’s breathing quickened at that, eyelids fluttering before finally opening. His dark pupils locked onto your form immediately, a sincere smile appearing on plump lips. A big and warm hand came up to rest over yours, squeezing tightly as if scared that it’ll disappear. 

Yohan was slightly afraid that you’d be mad, especially after his eyes caught on to the clock not so far away. It was soon to be 1am, how long had he been sleeping for? You must’ve been extremely worried.

“I’m sorry” The boy whispered, voice low and groggy. Confusion overtook your mind, eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowing.

“What for, darling?” You still held onto his face oh so endearingly, careful as to not put too much pressure on. The other could catch on to you not being angry, for your irises shone with the most beautiful of emotions that he could so easily read.

“For not returning home on time” With this tone, your boyfriend sounded like a little child that expected to get scolded. His confession made you chuckle, the sound one of Yohan’s favorites. 

“It’s fine, but you must not push yourself so hard next time, okay?” You tried to not let the worry show too much through those caring words. Yohan always felt bad knowing he made you feel troubled, and at this moment it was unnecessary to make him feel such a way. 

“Let’s pack up and leave?” At the suggestion, the male nodded and stood up, immediately walking towards the table where his bag and things were placed. Upon seeing the message and missed call, Yohan turned around and looked at you with a remorseful expression. 

Putting a comforting hand on his shoulder and offering the fluffy jacket with the other, you smiled and nodded.

“Put this on, it’s extremely windy outside, I don’t want you catching a cold” As the other took the clothing piece, you reached into your bag, pulling out the neatly packed sandwiches. Yohan watched with a confused expression, unsure of what to do after shrugging the jacket on.

“I don’t know if you’ve eaten so I’ve brought you dinner…“ The sudden shy smile on your lips made Yohan’s heart jump circles in his chest. It pounded the pen of his ribcage, wanting to jump out towards yours. The male wasn’t sure what he had done in his past life to deserve someone so perfect and precious like you.

Unable to contain the abrupt and overwhelming emotions, Yohan took a step forward, cupping your face and connecting his lips with yours. He tasted of cheap Cappucino and smelled like a warm autumn evening. Once parted, your hands wrapped around his frame, head resting against his chest, enjoying the warm hold and erratic heartbeat.

“I’m so lucky to have you, I love you” Yohan whispered, swaying you to the, although quieter now, beat of the song that still played in the background. 

summary: a talk about a childhood promise ends up with another one as sangyeon finally understands what his best friend’s been so bothered about

pairing: lee sangyeon x reader (gender neautral! yay!)

genre: fluff

words: 1,3k

a/n: for @nyeac​ !!! hello darling, this is your gift for the deobi secret santa project!! i hope you like it, i’ve put a lot of love into writing it <3

“Do you remember that dumb promise we made when we were kids?” You questioned; curious eyes shifting to look at the male who sat on the other side of the table. Sangyeon’s head rested against the wall, his gaze locked on an unknown and distant spot. The open balcony allowed wind to flow naturally, playing with cotton-like hair strands of the other.

“The one where “we marry each other if we don’t settle down with anyone else once we are old and 25″?” Your best friend replied, voice gentle, matching with the atmosphere of a calm evening. This time, he turned to look at you, his eyes appearing just as tender. Not long after, the corners of his previously pursued lips lifted up.

“I’ll see you next time, Hwallie!” You exclaimed with a smile, nervously shuffling to move towards the next member in line. What stopped you from advancing was Hyunjoon’s tight grip on your warm hand, his fingers still interlaced with yours in a strong lock. 

The idol held on for a couple of more seconds, taking in your beautiful, euphoric appearance, along with your positive energy. You were the last fan of today’s fansign and that day, Hyunjoon swore to remember the faces of as many fans as possible. The words you told him just a few minutes ago rang inside of his head, panging his chest heavily.

“I love you with my whole heart and I want you to be happy and healthy. I hope you know that”

The more Hyunjoon looked at you, at every fan that he met, the more emotional he felt. You expected him to say something back, but he never did. What was there to say? Hyunjoon wasn’t a liar, but at that moment he wanted to promise you that he’ll be there the next time you came.

Instead of a verbal answer, the boy smiled endearingly and the grip on your hand tightened before he finally let go.

“I’ll see you” The idol whispered, more so to himself than for anyone else to hear. He’ll be there to greet and see you again one day. But not like Hwall. He’ll be there for you as Heo Hyunjoon. 

Wednesday was never your favorite day of the week. Sometimes you'd even argue that it was worse than Monday - not the beginning, not the end of the week.

In the middle of your study session, the doorbell rang, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment. An exasperated sigh left your lips, annoyed with the sudden intrusion at such an hour. Upon opening the door, you noticed your bestfriend!junho standing on the other side, two bags of your favorite snack in hands. His sincere smile and softening gaze upon noticing you managed to lift up all burdens of this tiresome day. Even with his hands full, Junho stepped ahead, enveloping you in a tight and warm embrace. Junho's sixth sense was sensing whenever something was wrong and immediately acting upon it. He was always there to support and cheer you up; always there to talk and cuddle, not leaving until you were back to your happy and cheerful self.