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hi friends. i really, really hate doing this again but i’m in a bit of a tight spot and hoping tumblr can pull through for me one more time.
some of you might remember that two years ago i was trying to save up $1000 (to cover rent, etc) during a pretty rough time. but thanks to you guys, whether you donated or even just reblogged, i was able to get through it. :-)
it’s been so long since then. i’ve missed you guys more than you know... life kind of swallowed me whole, with uni, work, trying to heal, trying to function. i haven’t been online here, and i really miss this community and the way this blog felt like my own safe little corner of the internet.
the good news: i’ve paid off $900 of that $1000 on my own.
the bad news: i still have $100 left… and only 5 days to cover it before it turns into a bigger problem. i’ve done everything i can—i skipped meals, picked up every little job — but i’m stuck, and i need help.
with that, i hereby announce that i’m reopening commissions, and tips via ko-fi are also very appreciated. even if you’re not in a place to give, just a reblog goes such a long way. i’m doing my best to be more active here again, and every bit of support means the world.
also! i now have a kpop blog, so if you’d like to commission k-pop related content (fics, imagines, drabbles, etc), you can do so over there too! i’ll be posting commission info on both blogs so feel free to check either one out depending on your interest 💖
thank you for reading and for caring. below is the link to my ko-fi and commission info. please help a girl out if you can. ❤️
tags — fluff, comedy, tiiiny bit suggestive (mentions of a previous one night stand), inspired by that one scene from grey's anatomy, 2.2k words (whew), unedited
it's a thursday night.
a thursday night. and your lovely friend, hyunsuk, whom you love so dearly, has decided that it would be the perfect time to drag you along to his friend's party.
"how do i look?"
"good."
"you're not even looking at me."
you make a point of turning around just to glare at hyunsuk. he strikes a dramatic pose despite your hostility. looking like a colorful glittery unicorn threw up on him, hyunsuk always makes anything he wears look good, even if it were a plastic bag.
"you look good, hyunsuk," you say with a flat tone and a flat expression to go along with it.
"oh, cheer up, your paper isn't due for another week." originally resting on the tip of his nose, hyunsuk puts his pink glasses on top of his head. you have no clue as to why he would bring sunglasses to an indoor party. you can imagine his response would be along the lines of, "because fashion, duh," so you don't bother to ask.
"we have class tomorrow. an 8 a.m. class," you say pointedly.
hyunsuk gasps dramatically, as if surprised by your sentiment. "oh, calm down. it's a friend's birthday party. we have to go."
"it's your friend's birthday party. we don't have to go. you do."
hyunsuk narrows his eyes at you. "what?" you shrug. "i'm right."
hyunsuk shakes his head. "i only dragged you along because you were so hung up on that guy you had a one night stand with."
you roll your eyes. "i wasn't hung up on him."
"say that to my empty tub of ice cream." he deadpans.
hyunsuk grins victoriously when you remain quiet, unable to admit the truth behind his words.
it has been months since it happened. you couldn't seem to get him out of your mind after, resulting in multiple failed blind dates and plenty of disappointment. you refuse to reminisce any further. he wasn't even anything special, really. or so you tell yourself.
hyunsuk sighs. there's a change in his demeanor when he realizes you were pondering because of his retort. "listen, it was ages ago. maybe it's time you realize you're never gonna find him and move on."
you don't have time to reply as the elevator doors open. hyunsuk pulls you by the hand to approach the front door. even with it closed, you could hear the music clearly. for a second you wonder if hyunsuk's friend paid their neighbors off in advance just in case they filed a noise complaint.
hyunsuk doesn't bother to knock, immediately opening the door as if the apartment were his, a habit of his you have yet to come to terms with. it seems easy for him to navigate through the rooms, too, like he's been here a lot more often than you think. with you closely following behind, he snakes through the crowds in search of his friend.
you look around as you follow hyunsuk. it's odd how familiar you found this apartment layout. the living room, the kitchen next to it, the narrow balcony. you shrug it off; you have been to this particular building a couple times before since you do have a few friends residing here.
"happy birthday, bro!" you hear hyunsuk yell over the loud music.
pausing from scanning the area, your eyes land on the figure hyunsuk is currently dapping up. and they widen in realization when you get a good look at him.
it was none other than park jihoon. the guy you had a one night stand with. the round eyes, the curve of his nose, the pout of his lips—you could make his features out even with the obscure lighting, yet there is no telling if he recognizes you.
"jihoon, this is my friend." hyunsuk motions to you. "y/n."
"hi, nice to meet you." you hold out a hand. there's a slight tremor in your fingers, and you pray neither he nor hyunsuk don't notice.
he takes your hand and firmly shakes it. you're quick to pull away. "nice to meet you, too. i'm jihoon."
you give him a stiff nod. "happy birthday... jihoon."
you eye hyunsuk, who immediately turns back to jihoon to continue talking. unsurprisingly—thankfully—he is completely oblivious to the way you're acting. "i- um. i need to take this call," you point to your phone. you almost slapped a hand on your forehead at the dumb excuse. if it weren't for the loud music...
without waiting for their response, you hurriedly excuse yourself, leaving the two to themselves. you find yourself making your way to the balcony, letting out a huge sigh of relief when there's no one there.
your head immediately goes back to the sight of jihoon standing before your very eyes. you still can't believe it—the man you've been mulling over for an abnormally long time, the one you thought you'd never meet again, standing right before you.
"y/n."
you whip your head around. shit. shit, shit, shit, shit- "jihoon." you laugh awkwardly, trying to appear casual. "hi."
the balcony was just as dark as inside his apartment, but the lights from the buildings across you reflected on his eyes. you swear you catch a flicker of... something, in his eyes. you're not sure what it is. does he remember? did hyunsuk mention anything? you force a smile, hoping your face doesn't betray you.
"so... you're a friend of hyunsuk's?" he asks. he rests the palms of his hand on the railing while his head is turned to keep eye contact between him and you. he seems too nonchalant, his tone too guarded. there's something off about him, and you can't put your finger on why.
"huh?" your mind races to gather your thoughts; the sudden tension so, so palpable between the two of you. "yeah," you manage to say.
"right." jihoon nods slowly, eyes briefly scanning the city skyline beyond the balcony. the air between you crackles with awkward silence as you pray to the gods above to make hyunsuk come and intervene at this very moment. "i was wondering..." he starts tentatively, words trailing into silence.
you hold your breath, waiting for him to continue. his eyes are staring deeply into yours, but your movements are frozen in place.
jihoon shakes his head slightly. "nevermind."
the tension lingers, thickening the air around you both. the music from inside feels distant, like it's kilometers away from you. you let the silence continue despite its awkwardness.
"you want a drink?" jihoon finally breaks the silence, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
you had to stop yourself from releasing a relieved sigh. glancing at his cup, you ask, "is that beer?"
"no," chuckling, he holds the cup closer to you. "it's just juice. you hate beer. right?"
as you stand there, realization dawns on you. "you remember." your voice wavers slightly.
another moment of silence stretches between you, with the both of you staring at each other. you, blankly, while he, with a mischievous glint.
he remembers.
your cheeks immediately burn as your mind starts to race at record speed. did he remember parts of it? or all of it? you shiver at the thought, unable to keep your thoughts from spiraling. maybe he just remembers parts of it, and not all the small, steamy details. maybe he only remembers the broad strokes, and not the way your breath hitched when he kissed your neck. or the way his hands explored every inch of your skin. your thoughts provide little solace, and you feel your cheeks burn hotter.
"stop staring at me like that." you blurt out, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze while memories of the godforsaken night start rushing in.
"like what?" he tilts his head, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
"like that!" you throw your hands up exasperatedly. "like, like you've seen me naked!"
that's it. you've shot yourself in the foot. as if it were possible, more heat rushed to your cheeks as he chuckled at your stupid exclamation.
"you know what i mean!" you added quickly. you turn your face away, unable to handle the embarrassment. you make a wish for the ground to open up and swallow you right then.
jihoon's phone dings, breaking the moment. you let out a sigh of relief (out loud this time). he glances at it briefly before staring back at you, the same playful glint still in his eyes. "you wanna come get the pizza delivery with me?"
you raise an eyebrow, skeptical. "is this some sneaky way to try to get me in your bed again?" you mutter under your breath.
lucky for you, he heard you loud and clear. he starts inching closer to you, his face only a breath away. you can feel his hot breath fanning your skin, and it sends shivers down your spine. you gulp.
"why, you miss me?" he breathes out.
"i-" your words get stuck in your throat, heartbeat racing in your ears.
he finally breaks the tension by pulling away, laughing softly. "come on."
he motions for you to follow him, and you mindlessly start trailing behind him like a lost puppy. your mind is still wandering, not noticing how he's opening the doors for you and navigating through the crowd with his hand on your waist. the music from the party a distant buzz in your ears as you try to ground yourself.
you still can't believe it. one moment you were hung up about the guy you had a one night stand with, replaying every detail in your mind every day since like a broken cassette tape, and the next you are face to face with him. you are currently at his birthday party and you're fetching his pizza delivery with him. and most importantly, he remembers.
the way he looks at you, it all makes sense now. it was familiarity in his eyes all along. and maybe a hint of something else that you're still not quite sure what yet.
"aren't people gonna notice that you're gone?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly. you cough in attempt to mask it.
jihoon presses the button for the elevator. "nah." his hands are in his pockets as you wait for the elevator, exuding nonchalance as he brushes his hair back.
as you both step in, you are immediately greeted with the bossa nova groove of the elevator music. the soft, almost comical tune fills the elevator as both of you steal glances at each other, one turning away just as the other turns to look at them.
the doors open with a ding, and jihoon lets you step out first. both of you walk to the receptionist counter where the pizza delivery guy is waiting. after a tip and a quick thank you, you both head back to the elevator with the pizza boxes in hand.
"let me hold it," jihoon offers, reaching for the pizza box.
"no, it's fi-" jihoon stares deeply into your eyes, and you don't even realize that he has snatched the pizza boxes right out of your hands. "stop staring at me like that."
his eyes are fully trained on your lips now. "no, it's just- you smudged your lipstick. can i...?"
he takes your silence as approval. he reaches out gently, thumb brushing against the corner of your lip. you freeze, breath hitching as he carefully fixes your lipstick.
you stand still, frozen as his touch lingers on your skin. before you could process what was happening, he has shifted the pizza boxes to one hand, tilted your head up, and started leaning in. your lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss that deepens almost immediately. your entire body feels electric and your mind starts short-circuiting while your stomach somersaults over and over again. everything feels so intense; your skin feels like it's been lit by fire just with the single brush of his hand against your face. it feels so right.
as jihoon begins to pull away, you instinctively lean in for another, causing your noses to bump awkwardly. there's a pause before the two of you laugh. "so you do miss me," jihoon teases, eyes twinkling with amusement.
"shut up," you reply. you pretend to be annoyed, but the smile on your lips betray you.
he leans in again, kissing you like a man starved. a ding signifies the elevator doors opening, and both of you pull away abruptly.
"there's my pizza!"
there hyunsuk stood, grinning ear to ear. he rushes to retrieve the pizza from jihoon. to none of your surprise, he doesn't notice your smudged lipstick and jihoon's messy hair. too immersed in his own world, he skips happily back to jihoon's apartment with the pizza boxes, which earns a few chuckles from the both of you.
you and jihoon look at each other. the both of you share a knowing look, and this time, you let a genuine smile spread across your face. the unspoken understanding of what just happened lingers between you.
"so..." jihoon trails off.
"so..?"
jihoon smirks. "stay over?"
you laugh, catching how jihoon's smirk turns into a genuine smile at the sound of it. "okay."
tags — a tiiiny bit of fluff, suggestive, but mostly angst, tw toxic relationship, inspired fully by joji’s glimpse of us t_t, 0.5k words, unedited
it’s your eyes yeonjun always finds himself lost in.
they hypnotize him, luring him into one of your embraces. you are a siren, and he is your prey. he can’t stop his own legs as they tread lightly to close the distance between the two of you. once you pull him closer, your arms slither their way around his torso, and yeonjun instinctively mirrors your actions. with his chin on the top of your head, you burrow your face further into his arms. yeonjun freezes, both shocked and overwhelmed when he breathes in the smell of your freshly washed hair.
your hair smells like coconut. you smell like coconut, and the familiar scent makes his head spin. it hasn’t been long since he’s smelled this. the aroma of the shampoo bottle that he has yet to throw away.
you pull away, a soft smile adorning your lips. yeonjun gulps before nervously returning your smile. the movement succeeds in distracting him from his thoughts that were threatening to spiral uncontrollably.
it’s your eyes that caught yeonjun’s attention in the first place.
they’d flutter close as you lean in to kiss him. even with your lips only a few centimeters away from his, yeonjun’s five senses became limited to only his sense of smell, and all he could think of was coconut, coconut, coconut.
he’s desperate. his hands are moving as wildly as yours. they’re everywhere, tangled in your hair, gripping the material of your clothes, without any plans of stopping at one destination.
coconut. he wants to be engulfed, swallowed whole, by this fragrance.
coconut. just like how the pillow next to his used to smell.
just like how they used to smell.
your lips are busy, latched to the side of his neck to leave kisses that trail down to his collarbone. an impression of your touch sears the bare skin under his shirt, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. but when your ears pick up a name that you know is certainly not yours, you forcefully disentangle yourself from him.
it’s your eyes yeonjun immediately catches a glimpse of.
they are empty. glassy, with tears pooling in them, waiting for the right moment to spill over and wet your cheeks.
suspended in motion, yeonjun blinks. no one dares to break the silence, terrified of what comes next. or maybe terrified of an ending that has been forcefully prolonged, and was bound to happen anyway.
“whose name was that, yeonjun?” your voice cracks.
yeonjun doesn’t have the heart to answer you. instead, he continues to stare into your eyes.
the lack of answer only confirms your suspicions. suspicions you’ve had for a while now, but have been letting him off the hook for in turn of how good he’s been making you feel. one tear slips down your cheek, only to be followed by a few others that manage to escape your eyes.
yeonjun opens his mouth, but his breath gets stuck in his throat when he tries to speak. from this distance, he could finally see your eyes clearly, and he finally realizes that it’s never been your eyes that he has been so entranced with.
it’s the shadow of theirs that he’s been aching for years to finally see again.
oh okay!! i was just making sure bc i was abt to call out plagiarism 👹👹 i really enjoyed the fic and reblogged it to my fic recs blog as well so i remembered it very vividly,, thats why i wanted to make sure i wasnt supporting a stealer 🫣 anw good luck w the rebrand i cant wait to see more fics from u !! 🩷 and sorry if i sounded rude
HAHAHA no problem love! thank you so much for your support <3
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hi..i swear i read two's a company, three's a crowd before..?
hahahaha yeaaahhh it was originally titled chocolate milkshake and was posted on my old account! idk if u noticed but that account has been deactivated since i decided to move here and rebrand :)
tags — fluff, a few curse words, sunwoo, eric, and you are close friends, pining!sunwoo, i wasn’t planning to make it this long but i got carried away so 1.1k words <3 t_t
to say that the weather feels hot today is an understatement. to quote sunwoo, “it feels like you’re in satan’s asshole” (to which you punch his arm for giving you a visualization that you didn’t ask for).
you don’t remember whose idea it was to go to an amusement park at 12 pm on a hot summer day. it’s not like you could even attempt to remember anyway; the heat is causing your brain to hot wire and all you can think of is dumping a bucket of iced water over your head.
“it’s so hot today,” you whine, complaining for the nth time. you fight against the urge to lean back against the bench since it might cause your clothes to stick against your sweat-slick back.
“you know why it’s hotter than usual?” eric asks.
unlike you, eric sits comfortably with his back resting against the bench, paying no mind to the clothes clinging on to his skin. you eye his muscle tank enviously. you should’ve worn something like that.
“no.”
he pops a piece of cotton candy that he tore off into his mouth. “it’s because i’m here.”
you stare blankly at eric, to which he responds with a shameless grin.
“what were you talking about?”
you look up, squinting a bit before your eyes adjust to the bright lighting. sunwoo stands before you, with a glorious chocolate milkshake in his hand. you gulp at the sight.
“nothing.” you answer. “eric was being annoying. you know; as usual.” you scoot a little in your seat, letting sunwoo sit in between you and eric.
“so nothing out of the ordinary.”
“yeah.”
“i’m sitting right here, you know,” eric chimes in.
sunwoo looks at him pointedly. “we know.”
eric scoffs before eating another piece of his cotton candy. both of you snicker at his response.
conversations (and bickering) between the three of you continue as per usual, but your eyes are still trained on sunwoo’s beverage. droplets of water roll off the plastic surface, making you wonder how refreshing it would be to gulp the drink down your parched throat.
as if on cue, sunwoo takes a sip of his milkshake, and you can only watch as his adam’s apple bob up and down as he drinks. groaning internally, you regret refusing to go stand in a long line and buy drinks with sunwoo. the queue would’ve been worth it.
sunwoo isn’t oblivious to your longing stare. in fact, he’s noticed it ever since he approached you and eric. he’s been patiently waiting for you to ask him for a sip yourself; that was until he’s grown tired of the miserable expression on your face. “y/n.”
“hm?”
sunwoo smiles in amusement. your eyes are still on his milkshake, even when he called your name. “my eyes are up here.”
you blink, finally making eye contact with him. “right.”
sunwoo surpresses a laugh, overcome by the unbearable need to coo at your cute expression when you frown involuntarily. “you thirsty?” he outstretches his hand, offering you his drink.
your eyes shine. you look like you just won five million dollars when all sunwoo did was offer you his drink. “really?”
he nods his head. it didn’t take you long for you to register his approval. you immediately take a few gulps of the cold, sugary drink as he holds the cup still for you.
sunwoo freezes. he knows this isn’t a big deal. it shouldn’t be a big deal. but he feels like there’s something intimate about you drinking from a cup that he’s still holding instead of taking it from him beforehand. or maybe it’s not that big of a deal and he’s just overthinking it.
you pull away, and sunwoo quickly recovers from his frozen state. but much to his confusion, instead of grinning and thanking him, your eyebrows are knit together. “sunwoo, i think you need to get your milkshake away from me. i might finish it.”
he laughs and then shrugs. “i don’t mind.”
you ignore him. sunwoo watches your eyes travel from him to his drink, and then to the line in front of the shop selling cold beverages. “i think i’m gonna go get my own.”
“i’ll get another one. you can have mine.” sunwoo offers while he watches you stand up and collect your things.
you stay motionless for a bit, considering his offer. still, you shake your head. “no, it’s okay. i want to try a different flavor anyway.”
nodding, he lets you go without saying another word. he watches your retreating back as you walk to the far end of the line. you catch his eye and give him a small wave and a grin. sunwoo smiles back, his heart missing a few beats.
“dude.”
sunwoo jumps in his seat. he has completely forgotten about eric’s existence, who’s sitting right next to him. eric sniggers at his reaction while sunwoo turns to him with a bored expression. “what?”
“you are so obvious.”
“shut up.” sunwoo rolls his eyes.
he regrets telling eric about his crush on you. at first, sunwoo gave him the benefit of the doubt. he believed that maybe, eric is going to be an amazing wingman for him and help him out. but to be perfectly candid, he’s been nothing but a pain in the ass.
a few seconds of silence pass, and eric’s lips morph into a smirk.
sunwoo knows that smirk. it’s the ‘i-know-something-you-don’t’ smirk. he has to hold himself back before he tries to punch the smirk off eric’s face. “god, whatever you’re gonna say, just say it. the look on your face is really annoying me.”
“are you sure you want me to-”
“eric, for fuck’s sake-”
“okay, okay! fine.” eric throws his hands up in defense. and then he smirks. again. “you just shared a straw with y/n.”
sunwoo cocks an eyebrow, wordlessly asking eric to continue.
eric sighs, mumbling an insult to sunwoo’s intelligence under his breath. “meaning… you just indirectly kissed them.”
eric’s laughter becomes white noise as sunwoo realizes the shared indirect kiss between the two of you. his mind turns blank, his heartbeat rapidly beating in his ears. heat travels up to his face when his eyes unknowingly went back searching for you and met yours. you tilt your head, confused with his expression.
after shaking his head at you, sunwoo angrily whips his head to face eric again. “thanks a lot, man. really,” he says flatly, a deadpan expression on his face.
eric snorts. it’s funny that he’s still trying to seem nonchalant when the obvious tinge of red is coloring the tips of sunwoo’s ears. “no problem. but maybe actually mean it next time.”
“fuck you.”
sunwoo is never inviting eric to hang out together ever again.
tags — fluff, established relationship, reader is pretty good at eyeliner, 0.9k words, unedited
there are certain days where you and jihoon are far too tired to go out and end up staying at home doing nothing.
today is no exception.
you are nestled in between jihoon's outstretched legs, with one of his arms around your middle. with every breath, his chest rises up and down against your back, and sooner than later your breathing becomes synchronized with his. both of your gazes are stuck to your phone screen, watching a youtuber apply makeup to their face.
“that looks difficult.” jihoon's deep voice rumbles from behind you.
you turn your head ever so slightly so you could see his face, giggling once you catch sight of his furrowed eyebrows. seems like he’s more invested in this youtube video than you are. “it’s not that hard once you get used to it,” you reply, amused by his undivided attention on the video playing.
“i’ve never had mine done that way before,” he mumbles, thinking out loud.
an idea immediately sparks to life in your mind. “wanna try?” you grin, looking up at him.
the turn of jihoon’s head towards you is quickly followed by an excited nod of approval. you push yourself off his warm embrace immediately after his response. scurrying to your dresser, you search your makeup bag and pull out a black eyeliner.
when you turn around, you find your boyfriend sitting on the edge of your bed, his focus already back on your phone screen. you bite your lip, holding back a laugh. “you ready?” you ask, walking back to stand in front of him.
“so you’re saying,” jihoon looks up at you, “you’re gonna do my eyeliner exactly like this.” he has an incredulous look in his eyes as he motions to your phone.
you squint your eyes. “are you underestimating me?”
jihoon's eyes widen. “no, of course not,” he stammers, scared to have hurt your feelings. unconsciously, his hands move to rub up and down your thighs, slightly pushing you to stand closer to him.
you giggle. “i’m joking, babe,” you say, as a sigh of relief escapes him. with a free hand, you tilt his chin upwards to face you. “now close your eyes.”
with a fond smile on his lips, jihoon complies and closes his eyes shut. you hold back his hair, then you rest your other hand on his cheekbone and started drawing on his eyelid with gentle strokes. you are too busy to notice him opening one of his eyes to marvel at your concentrated face in such close proximity.
“you are so cute,” he whispers under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.
despite your heated cheeks, you shush him, not wanting anything to distract you from your work of art. jihoon smirks lightly at your reaction.
thankfully, your boyfriend managed to behave himself until you finish drawing winged eyeliner on both of his eyelids. taking a step back, you finally get to admire your masterpiece.
“i know i look good, you don’t have to stare that hard,” jihoon wiggles his eyebrows, only to have you roll your eyes in return.
ignoring him, you usher him to the mirror on your dresser, making him look at your work. “how did i do?”
“it looks really good.” jihoon turns his face this way and that, inspecting how the eyeliner enhances his eyes.
“tha-”
“i look really good.” he laughs when he sees you glare at him from the mirror. “can i try?” he asks as he turns around and walks back to you.
you tilt your head. “try what?”
“can i try putting eyeliner on you?”
after a few seconds of contemplation (and calculating the chances of him messing up and end up poking your eyeball with the eyeliner brush), you shrug. “okay. but be gentle and try not to poke my eyes.”
“of course.” jihoon makes you sit down on the bed and takes the eyeliner from your hand. “close your eyes, love.”
the last thing you see before closing your eyes was his mischievous smile (which in retrospect, should’ve been a warning to what he’s about to do). ignoring your suspicions, you stay quiet as you feel jihoon’s fingers tilting your chin up. mimicking your previous actions, he brushes your hair away from your face and rests a hand on your cheek.
everything was peace and quiet until you feel the brush stroking tip of your nose. your eyes shoot open, immediately leaning back to stay away from his reach. “ji, what are you-”
jihoon lets out a roar of laughter before saying, “wait- wait i’m not finished-”
“why are you drawing on my nose?” you whine, arms reaching out to try and grab the eyeliner back from jihoon. unfortunately for you, he effortlessly stretches his arm way out of your reach while continuing to laugh at the black spot on your nose.
giving up rather quickly, you pout before standing up to catch your reflection in the mirror.
and there it is. a jet black dot covering the tip of your nose. you whine jihoon’s name in protest, but it only makes him laugh louder.
“wait, i can make it look better,” he says, nearing towards you. you narrow your eyes at him. “i swear!”
you grumble quietly as he draws three lines on both of your cheeks. “i hate you.” you glance at the absurd drawings decorating your face in the mirror before turning back to jihoon.
“you look adorable,” he snickers.
(you really do. jihoon is genuinely complimenting you but you are far too exasperated to notice.)
tags — fluff, clingy jaemin!, established relationship, 0.4k words, unedited
"what's taking so long?" jaemin's voice comes from behind you, his face appearing next to yours on the mirror.
wordlessly, you motion to the array of skincare arranged neatly before you. jaemin frowns, his hair flopping to his forehead as he rests his chin on your shoulder. you laugh at his clingy nature, "patience, baby. i'll be done in a second."
jaemin sighs as your hand reaches for another product on the bathroom counter. he's been through this many times before and he's always reached the same conclusion; trying to get you to do your skincare faster is an argument he can never win against.
you smile fondly, recognizing his defeated expression. "i swear i'll be done soon, you wanna wait here?" you ask, twisting open your tube of lip balm.
your boyfriend shakes his head. "i'll wait outside." he reluctantly lifts his face and presses his lips to your cheek.
before he turns around and leaves, you call his name. "mm?" he hums, his eyes blinking slowly as he gets drowsier by the minute.
"your lips are really chapped," you comment. his face is back hovering above your shoulder; you know he's tempted to nuzzle into the nape of your neck and cling onto you until you're finished with your nightly skincare routine. "do you wanna use my lip balm?" you offer the tube to him.
jaemin stays quiet, pursing his lips. you turn to look at him, thinking he fell asleep standing upright with his eyes open. to your surprise, he was watching you intently instead of blanking out. you cock an eyebrow as his eyes travel down your face, gaze landing on your lips. "i know another way i can get my lips less dry."
you laugh at the remark, slapping his arm lightly. "go wait outside."
he stays in place, looking like a sad puppy that just got kicked outside for sleeping in your bed. you roll your eyes, knowing there's only one way to make him to stop pouting and wait patiently for you to finish your skincare routine. finally giving in to what he wants, you softly press a kiss to his lips, and you can feel the corners of his lips curling up as he smiles victoriously. "go, you big baby," you mumble when you pull away.
jaemin grins before turning around. "hurry up!" he yells before closing the door behind him, leaving you to smile to yourself at his antics.
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tags — fluff, reader has a nephew and they are babysitting him together, jake gets jealous over a toddler, established relationship, a lot of kissing!, 1.1k words, unedited
“do you think he’s trying to say my name?” jake asks.
you shrug. “i’m not sure.” an amused smile forms on your lips as you watch the toddler try to climb up your lap.
the toddler, leo, is your cousin’s son, whom you’ve been entrusted by your cousin to babysit. the one-year-old has been incoherently babbling non-stop for the last few minutes, while jake, your beloved boyfriend, has been trying to decipher his words as he does so. “are you saying jake, leo? can you say jake?” you ask sweetly.
leo looks up at you when he realizes the question is directed at him. his big, brown, doe eyes bore into yours as a beat of silence passes. then he blinks once and continues on prattling.
jake frowns at him. “how about y/n? can you say y/n?” he prompts.
“y/n!” leo exclaims, throwing his chubby arms up and grinning wildly. you and jake panic for a moment when he stumbles, your arms getting thrown out in all directions to block his fall. leo only giggles when you barely catch him before he falls backward, while you and jake both simultaneously let out a relieved sigh.
while adorning a smile that puts his dimples on display, leo blinks up at you innocently. your heart melts at the sight, and with a single swoop, you bring leo into your arms and trap him in a hug. “gotcha!” you exclaim, which prompts him to giggle wildly.
the doorbell rings, “i’ll get it,” jake announces before rushing to open the door.
leo grabs onto your clothes as he makes an attempt to stand on his own. “that’s probably your mama, leo! you wanna see mama?” you ask, still keeping your hands near him in case he stumbles again.
his eyes sparkle excitedly. “mama!”
you smile at him and take that as your cue to pick him up and follow jake to the door. reaching the doorway, you see jake opening the door to reveal your cousin. “leo!” she grins, waving at her son.
leo mirrors her, grinning as he makes grabby arms at her. you make haste to pass him to your cousin, who immediately takes him in his arms. “i missed you, angel.”
you stand beside jake, letting him rest his hand on your waist as both of you watch leo nuzzle his small face into his mother’s neck. “thanks for watching him, you two,” says your cousin, returning her attention back to you and jake.
“it’s no big deal. we loved having him here. right, jake?”
jake nods, his hair bouncing as he does.
“we better go and get you,” your cousin pokes leo’s belly, evoking a laugh from him, “home now. you wanna kiss them goodbye, leo?”
without a verbal answer, leo leans forward clumsily, and you push jake a little to signal for him to lean down. jake grins when his tiny lips successfully land on one of his cheeks, muttering a quick “bye, leo” when the toddler pulls away.
leo doesn’t wait for a second longer before he starts leaning toward your direction, so you quickly steer your own head to make it easier for him. you’re unable to hold back a smile when leo successfully kisses your cheek, warming your heart in effect. you return the favor, kissing him on his cheek. leo shrieks happily, arms reaching up to touch his face. you laugh softly at his reaction.
“alright. thanks again, you two.” your cousin smiles. leo parrots his mom, waving his arm around in an attempt to wave goodbye. there is another round of goodbyes that ensued before they finally get in their car.
as you close the front door behind you, you notice jake’s unusually quiet disposition. you glance at him, only to spot a slight pout in his lips. “jake,” you call out. “what’s wrong?”
“huh?” he faces you. “nothing.”
“you’re quiet. something’s wrong.”
“nothing’s wrong.”
the moment you get near him, he lets you wrap your hands around his forearms. you search his face for any clues but he doesn’t let up. his plump lips are pursed while his dark brown eyes continue to waver and wander everywhere else but you. “come on, tell me.”
he finally lets his eyes meet yours. “promise me you won’t laugh.”
you free a hand to reach up and brush away the hair that was partly covering his eyes. “i promise.”
jake purses his lips again. “you’ve been giving him more attention than me.”
you cock your head to the side. “who?”
“leo.”
once you hear your nephew’s name tumble out of jake’s pouty lips, you laugh. however, when the corner of your boyfriend’s lips start to tug into a frown, you’re quick choke it back and fake a few coughs in an attempt to cover it up.
“you said you wouldn’t laugh!” jake whines. he squirms and tries to move away from you but your tender hands keep him in his place.
“you got jealous over a toddler?”
jake hates how you’re grinning mockingly. he wishes he could take his words back. but it’s true. you’ve been spending most of the day looking after leo, and had barely batted an eye about him. “i know it’s stupid-”
“it’s not stupid.” you grin, hands traveling up and down his forearms in an attempt to soothe his grumpiness. “it’s cute.”
jake huffs. clearly your attempt did not work. “stop lying. you’re holding back a laugh right now.”
you are still grinning. now you’re grinning at the sight of jake’s ears turning red. “because it’s cute,” you say, in a-matter-of-fact way. “you’re cute.”
his bottom lip was about to jut out when you lean in to quickly peck his lips. it’s astounding — how after all this time of dating him, you still manage to catch jake off-guard.
as you pull away, jake catches you smiling amusedly. he is immediately brought back to his feelings of childish envy towards his girlfriend’s nephew. “again,” he demands, with the pout back on his lips.
you shake your head, chuckling before you bring him in for another kiss.
and then another.
and then another one for good measure.
but to jake’s dismay, the kisses stop.
“feeling better now?” you tease.
he hums, dazed eyes still trained on your lips. “one more.”
his resolute answer and the finality of his tone, and of course, along with the undeniable attractive force between your lips, causes you to crash your lips into his again. this time, it was far from fleeting. jake has his hands firmly on your lips while yours are tousling the back of his hair. your lips move together in a slow rhythm, one that makes it harder for you to pull away. and when you do, you’re breathless.
“definitely better now.”
you laugh, both at his words and at the sight of his swollen lips. and then you kiss him again.
“okay,” jake says, in between kisses, “be honest now, it was stupid wasn’t it?”
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