sofia !

⠀⠀ zhang hao ⠀⠀

because his parents don't think you're good enough for him

and while he wants to fight for you

you can't watch him break his family apart just so he can squeeze you in it

"just let me speak to them, please." hao is begging you with his eyes, and you have half the mind to let him. but it's been almost 3 years, and his family had no shame when it came to showing their disdain towards you. such as today, when you both show up to his cousin's wedding and his mother introduces him to a beautiful girl, one who his family accepts – and quote "you two should get to know each other better, you'd make a wonderful pair." his mother says this brazenly right as you stand next to hao, his arms tightening around your waist.

so when you say "i'm tired of seeking approval, hao. can you honestly give your family up for me?" – he can't respond. he's frozen, and although he thinks he's ready to choose you; you prove to him that you know him better

"i didn't think so. goodbye, hao."

⠀⠀ sung hanbin ⠀⠀

because he cheats on you emotionally

you've been suspicious for a while, when he started to become less than perfect for you: missing your dates, forgetting to text or call you, saying another person's name in his sleep

and you want to remain in denial, but you hate that you are proven correctly when you see the texts on his phone

"how long have you been seeing them?" hanbin stops in his tracks, and his eyes travel to his phone in your hands. he can't even be mad, he's knows he’s in the wrong, he should have told you when he was beginning to feel confused - over the person he loves and the person he’s beginning to love. so he doesn't know where to begin, how to explain, or what to tell you when you ask him "so for them, you'd move mountains. but for me, you won't even show up?"

"can you let me explain, y/n?" he can barely get the words out as he rushes over to you, attempting to reach out to your face. you step back from him when you say “don't you dare touch me”. there's venom to your words, and hurt in your eyes. you've never looked at him like that before.

"just, get out. hanbin."

⠀⠀ seok matthew ⠀⠀

because you're toxic for each other

you constantly fight, using weaknesses and past mistakes against each other

but you're both too proud to say sorry

so you end up arguing about the same things, over, and over again

you couldn't have a relationship like this, you both knew that. it's the same as last week, he's somehow blaming you for the unpaid bills, and you guilt trip him for choosing his passions over financial stability. so you couldn't help yourself when you screamed at him. he yelled back, and stormed out of your shared apartment.

when he comes back, he finds you packing your things, "this isn't working anymore, i'm tired and all we do is argue everyday". unlike earlier, there's no more anger in your voice, just defeat.

so the first time you both apologize to each other, is also the last time you are able to. "i'm sorry for everything i said, y/n".

"i know matt, i'm sorry too." he stops your hands from moving, and forces you into a hug. you melt, allowing yourselves to embrace each other tightly one last time.

⠀⠀ kim taerae ⠀⠀

because you have inconsolable differences

he wants to marry you and start a family, but you just don't see yourself living that life – no matter how much you love him, you can't give him what he wants

when you break up, you realize you're better off as friends than lovers

there are tears in your eyes as you watch taerae kiss his new partner "i do". only happy tears, you hope. you watch them take the first dance at the reception, and you listen to him as he sings to them the song he composed just for the wedding. you think that you're a little bit jealous, because that song could have easily been for you. but as you watch taerae smile brightly, looking at his partner with stars in his eyes – you know that you and him were just not meant to be.

towards the end of the night when you're sitting alone at the bar, taerae finds himself next to you. you decide to lead with one simple question "are you happy, taerae?"

"the happiest."

"good". you clink your whiskey glasses together, and enjoy the drink like old friends.

⠀⠀ ricky ⠀⠀

because he can't get his act together

he's getting into fights with other people, gambling, making dangerous deals, and getting himself into extreme situations that you can't handle

and you have always been there to bandage him right up

but you're done trying to make this one-sided relationship work

"don't give me that fucking look, y/n". ricky tells you as he comes home, drunk, with a bleeding nose and a bruised lip. you're wiping at the blood on his face a little less than gently, hoping it's painful for him.

“then do it yourself then, i’m done cleaning up for your sorry ass.” he's not surprised that you're complaining, he's actually wondering what has taken you so long to get this fed up. so he challenges you, pushing to see just how far gone you are "then why are you still here?"

you were hoping he'd apologize, that he'd come to his senses. but you should have known better. you don't have any energy to retort with something crueler, “fuck you, ricky. enjoy life alone." you go to your room, locking it – fully knowing he'll be gone by the morning.

⠀⠀ kim gyuvin ⠀⠀

because you just fell out of love

ever since you were kids, loving each other was all you've both ever known

but you both grew up, you're both different people now, and it just happened.

“look at us. is this how we were supposed to end?” he asks you. you don't respond for a while before you take his hand in yours, interlocking fingers and holding him tightly. scared he'll slip away from you physically, as you are emotionally. both of you are crying, sat under the tree where you had your first kiss.

but just like that, you were over. it takes a while to start talking to each other again, but it helps that you're both moving to different colleges. gyuvin locks away all your memories together in a box under his bed, grateful to have been able to love you. you on the other hand, cry into your pillow from time to time – mourning the people you both were, and the love that you shared.

⠀⠀ park gunwook ⠀⠀

because he's too insecure to be in a relationship

that he ends up as an extremely jealous and overbearing partner

what was once cute assurance, has become a task

and you'd much rather have him work on himself first

"i don't like the way he looked at you" gunwook admits to you. you don't know what else you can say or do to make him stop worrying. he's already with you everywhere, and you love him, god you love him so much, but it's tiring. it's tiring to have to accommodate him and assure him all the time.

you sigh loudly, because you've had similar conversations for the nth time that week. he's a little sad when you say you think you both need time apart. but you say it so sweetly, cupping his cheek and using your thumb to rub his jaw. instead, he puts his head down and bites his lip, basking in your comfort. he knew his jealousy would push you away eventually, but he couldn't help himself.

he nods, and promises to come back to you as a better person.

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A/N: serving up a huge heaping of angst, my specialty!

thank you to my friend alexis, co-delulu, for helping me flesh this out

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Chests rising and sinking against each other, your lips graze Intak's neck as you bury your head there. Your arms are wrapped around his shoulders, though loosely - as opposed to the way you were clawing at his back mere moments ago. You feel the weight of his hand atop your head when he smiles as he's still trying to catch his breath, and he threads his fingers through your hair seemingly mindlessly.

"Babe," he calls out to you, his voice sounding a bit husky and tired out.

"Mmh?" You lift your head up to look at your boyfriend as you sit in his lap, his cock still inside you, and as you see him smiling at you with mischief in his eyes, a storm of emotions arises within you. He untangles his fingers from your hair and you almost immediately miss the way his fingertips have been massaging your scalp. Instead, he takes your chin between thumb and index finger, and he lifts it up to kiss you. 

His lips brush against yours softly, barely even touching, before he makes you tilt your head so he could deepen the kiss just enough for you to let him break it mere seconds later.

"I wanna try something," he announces, whispering into your mouth, and you raise an eyebrow at him.

"You mean... you wanna keep going?" you guess.

"You can say no if you're tired," he breathes, already capturing your lips for another kiss. You fully melt against him this time, raking your hands up into his hair and straightening your back so as to signal that you can probably take another round.

"What do you wanna try?" you ask once you break apart, shooting him a curious gaze.

"You'll have to get off me so I can show you," your boyfriend answers, and you pout at him. However, you decide to listen to him for now, and so you do as he asked of you, a sense of deprivation overcoming you when you feel him slipping out of you. Kneeling next to him on your bed now, he also gets on his knees, and with an excited grin he puts his hands on your shoulders.

"Turn around for me," he says and he helps you put you into the position he wants you in. You feel your heartbeat picking up in pace as you settle in between his thighs, shoulders touching his chest, and you expectantly wait for his next move. Snaking his arms around your upper body, he rests his chin atop your shoulder, mumbling, "That's right." Maybe the way you feel a shiver run through you whole is a bit of an exaggerated reaction to his words, but so far he's rarely taken charge like this and something tells you you're in for a treat.

"So," he continues while his fingertips begin to dance up your bare skin. "I actually didn't think any further than this so..." He pauses when he cups your breasts with both hands, making you gasp as you throw your head back. Using the opening, he's quick to attach his lips to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin while he brings you closer to him, pressing up to your back. "We'll have to see where this takes us," he adds, and it sounds almost like a possessive growl right below your ear. You let out a small moan in response, hands reaching for something to hold onto and finding his arms. Wrapping your hands around his wrists at first, you eventually put them onto the backs of his hands that are still playing with your boobs. You can hear him chuckle in between pressing teasing kisses all over your nape, and you feel the need to snark back at him.

"What...?" you ask, before you feel him squeezing your nipples between his fingers and it causes you to let out another moan.

"Nothing."

"It's not nothing." Intak's lips travel to your jaw, and just as he's about to kiss his way down the bone, you turn your head in the opposite direction so he can't reach where he wants. It's your way of forcing him to answer, but apparently he's not having that, as you feel him removing one palm from your chest only to grab your chin, returning it to its earlier position. Trailing a few kisses down your jawline, he eventually states, "I think I like having power over you."

"What po-" You're about to talk back again when he lets go of your chin so as to loosely wrap his hand around your throat, fingertips applying just the tiniest bit of pressure to your pulse. However, even that much is apparently enough to shut you up and you bite your bottom lip to avoid making a sound.

"This power," he mutters, and then he continues trailing kisses down your throat and along your shoulder. His other hand moves south, and without hesitation he dips a finger in between your folds, and the bold touch makes you moan anyway. He teases your entrance for a few moments before he effortlessly pushes inside, the mixture of your juices and his cum leaking out of you serving as more than enough lube for two of his digits. All you can do is whine in defeat as your thighs begin to shake when his fingers start gliding in and out of you. With you still being sensitive from your earlier orgasm, even him fingering you at a painfully slow pace is making your head spin, and when you try to move, his hand that's still wrapped around your neck is right there to keep you in place and to make you feel how badly he turned the tables around on you this time. You're used to being the one on top when you're with him, the one who takes the lead, and now that he's making it painfully obvious how easily he can really take that control away from you, all you find yourself able to do is let him.

However, it's not like you hate this feeling.

"What? Hitting your limit already?" he teases you with the biggest grin on his lips, and though it makes you want to yell at him you can't even bring yourself to do that because despite the bold act, he still manages to somehow make his question sound innocent.

"Shut up," you mumble, and he lets out a short laugh behind you.

"Never." He presses a kiss to your cheek before pushing his fingers deeper in, and you let your guard down, moaning out loud when he grazes that perfect spot inside you.

"Fuck..." you sigh, leaning your head back against his chest and starting to slightly rock your hips, grinding into his touch. He goes just a little faster, watching your reactions as he continues pressing kisses to your skin here and there, and right when you can feel your high approaching, he pulls out suddenly. You let out a pained groan in response and he whispers a hushed apology with his lips attached to your nape.

"Sorry about that, babe. But I have a better idea..." Grinding his hips into you once, you can clearly feel his hard length against your ass. Knowing what he's hinting at, you arch your back for him, and the second he lets his head glide back and forth between your folds, he also applies some pressure on your neck and you swear this is the moment you're starting to go crazy for real.

"I-Intak... baby..." you mumble his name, your eyelids fluttering shut, and a wave of heat rushes to your core all at once. 

"You like that?" you hear his voice from behind as he releases the pressure around your throat. His fingers that were inside you just a short while ago are now digging into the flesh on your hips to keep you in place, and when he suddenly pushes up into you, you cry out from the surprising sensation. He pulls out again quickly only to thrust back inside a second later, repeating the process and reaching yet a bit deeper inside each time.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he mutters. "Wish I could do this with you all night." You whimper at his words, eyes pressed tightly shut. And then you feel him removing his hand from your throat to place it between your shoulder blades instead, giving you gentle push forward. Leaning you over, you feel your face hitting the sheets eventually, and when he rakes his fingers up into your hair, pushing you into the mattress, you whine from the pleasure.

"And that?" he asks, holding still for a while and withdrawing his hand from your hair for a moment. "Does that feel good?" You nod fervently and almost immediately you feel his fingers entangled in your hair again. And then he begins thrusting as you perk up your ass for him to reach as far inside as possible, and you cry out from the way it makes your head spin.

"F-fuck... shit... baby..." you whine curses and terms of endearment as he fucks into you, your whole body beginning to shake at how deep he reaches inside in this position. He pulls on your hair with a groan, and you feel him twitch inside you, telling you he's close, when he tears his hand away from the back of your head and he finds one of your hands instead, fingers intertwining and giving you a squeeze.

"Shit... feels so good..." he groans through gritted teeth, and he lets go of your hip to run his nails down your back along your spine, only to then lower himself and place soothing but sloppy kisses on the same area. Overwhelmed with pleasure, you moan in appreciation, giving yourself up to him completely. He reaches underneath you to press a finger to your clit and you let out a shaky whine at the friction when he starts drawing quick circles onto it, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge at lightning speed.

"B-baby... I'm about to-" you stutter as you're struggling to form coherent thoughts. "C-cum with me, please... p-please...!" You feel your orgasm crashing down on you, walls clenching hard around his cock. As his name repeatedly falls from your lips, you can finally feel him spill inside you, him moaning your name in return. A blissful feeling washes over you as you're coming down from your high, and you simply stay in your position as you're trying to catch your breath, being too spent to move.

"How was that?" your boyfriend breathes as he collapses on top of you, his weight gently pressing onto your back. "I think we should do this more often." He scatters some more kisses all over your back, before pushing himself up and lying down next to you. You too roll over so you can face him, and you show him a weak smile before he wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer.

"Maybe..." you answer, lips brushing against the hot skin on his chest. "But next time I'm not letting you win without a fight!" Intak can only chuckle at your words, wearing a tired but cocky smile.

"We'll see," he says as he begins soothingly running his fingers through your hair. "You liked it, didn't you?"

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jiwoong ;

"have i told you how much i love you?" you said between fits of laughter, over a lame joke that had been long forgotten. "actually," he thought to himself for a moment, "you haven't, we haven't." you racked you brain for any previous declarations, only to come up empty handed.

"oh," you said simply, "well i'll say it now," a smile spread across your face, "i love you jiwoong." despite sensing the phrase was coming, jiwoong still was sat there, jaw practically on the floor as the gears in his brain turned for another moment. "jiwoong?" you waved your hand in front of his face to gain his attention again, "earth to jiwoong?"

he shook his head for a moment before a grin spread across his face, inching over to wrap his arms around you in what could only be described as a bear hug. "i love you too," he mumbled against you, pressing a kiss to your temple. "i can't believe we hadn't said it before this." he hummed in agreement, "don't think for a second i haven't been thinking it the whole time."

zhang hao ;

the moonlight coming through your shared bedroom window was the only light illuminating your boyfriend, zhang hao's face; and he looked ethereal. you both had found yourselves sprawled out on the bed, a faint melody playing from your phone as you talked about everything and nothing all at once.

"do you believe in love at first sight y/n?" he questioned, just letting words slip from his mouth at this point. you pondered the question, unsure of your stance on the surprisingly philosophical query. settling for a simple "i don't know," hao hummed in return before you continued again, "truthfully i don't know what i believe in, but you know what i do know?" it was your turn to fire a question back. intrigued by the open ended question, hao propped himself up on one elbow, looking at you in the dim lighting.

"i know i love you." you smiled, your filter long gone and the words that have been on the tip of your tongue have finally spilled out. "me?" he almost couldn't hide the shock in his voice, sure you had been dating for a while, and he absolutely loved you back; he just hadn't prepared to hear the words leave your mouth. "yes you, silly." you couldn't help but laugh, able to make out his confused expression partnered with a blush on his cheeks. "you don't have to say it back, i just wanted you to know."

hao quickly waved his hand in denial, moving closer to you on the bed, "no no," he started, a shy smile spreading across his face, "i love you too, so much."

hanbin ;

"there's something i've been meaning to tell you," you breathed out, the nerves felt like they were creeping up your body, leaving you feeling dizzy at the thought of what you were about to say to the boy. "i have something too, but you first!" he smiled, gesturing for you to continue with an expectant look on his face.

"it's just," it felt like all the air had left your lungs, "sung hanbin, i love you." you couldn't help but shield your face, utterly terrified of his reaction; you knew he wouldn't be mean or anything, but that was exactly the problem. he was just so nice and you didn't want to scare him away so soon, but the thought had been eating you alive to the point where you almost didn't hear his response. "can you read my mind?" he joked, a small laugh leaving his lips as you processed what he meant.

you couldn't help but laugh at the situation, "is that your way of saying you love me too?" you playfully raised your eyebrow, attempting to "read his mind" again to see what he would say. "of course i love you." he beamed, pulling you closer to his body. "i knew you were gonna say that!"

hanbin chuckled at your playful nature, his hands coming up to cover his head, "get out of there!"

matthew ;

"i love you," you whispered against his lips; you had wanted to wait for a special moment to tell him, but you just couldn't wait anymore. without a second thought he was returning the confession in a mumbled slur before pulling apart a moment later with a dumbfounded look on his face. "wait," a smile quickly formed on his face, "you love me?"

"i wouldn't lie to you," you placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "i know you wouldn't, i just-" he stopped himself, looking down at your hand in his, whispering "they love me' to himself a few times before collecting himself. "i love you more," his contagious smile had seemed to spread to your own face as your cheeks heated up beyond belief. "more than words can say."

you couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat at his words, your brain feeling like tv static at the thought of your feelings being fully reciprocated. "then don't tell me, show me." you weren't sure where the sudden bold words had come from, but they slipped past your lips before you could stop them. he tilted his head, a smirk present on his face as he leaned in, "i'd love to."

taerae ;

"you're lucky i love you," you jokingly huffed at your boyfriend taerae, who had a smug grin across his face. "i can't blame you honestly," he pretended to flip imaginary long hair over his shoulder, "i'm pretty great aren't i?" he tried to keep a serious face but couldn't help but burst into laughter, following suit yourself.

keeping up the playful atmosphere you put your hands on your hips, "i'll take it back right now." you hoped to achieve a stern look but judging by the look on taerae's face, you weren't too sure you succeeded. he held your hands in between his own, dramatically shaking your hands in a plea for forgiveness.

"please don't! i love you!." he pleaded, trying to swallow his laughter as you turned your head, avoiding eye contact. "sorry what was that? i couldn't hear you." you toyed, seeing if he'd repeat himself, but he went one step farther; moving your hands to your shoulders before his found purchase at your waist, pulling you closer than before. "i said i love you."

you grinned from ear to ear, closing the space between you two with a kiss, "i love you too taerae."

ricky :

"c'mon ricky, please-" you whined, tugging on his arm like a little kid would. he couldn't resist smiling at your excitement over the arcade you walked past, but he knew you guys had to be back soon and he wasn't looking to get scolded today. "we can come back another time."

"ricky," you dragged it out, "one game of air hockey, just one." you dragged him by the arm, getting a sigh of defeat in return. "okay, just one." he smiled down at you, the smile plastered on your face already made the potential scolding worth it. "that's what i thought!" you cheered, letting go of his arm to hug him from the side, "i love you." it was a spur of the moment confession, even catching you off guard, but you cuoldn't deny that it was an accurate statement, so you simply continued to your side of the table.

ricky was still stood in shock, staring at you with a combination of lovestruck and confusion, simply shaking his head, "you don't mean that." a smile made it's way to your face as you picked up your paddle, "au contraire, ricky, i very much do love you, but i'm still going to kick your ass at air hockey."

he laughed at your harmless threat, picking up his own paddle, "i love you too, but for the record i'm not going easy on you because of that."

gyuvin :

"sorry what is it y/n? i can't see you?" gyuvin joked, looking over your head and past you in a successful attempt to tease you and your height. "you're an ass." you huffed, lightly punching his arm, not enough to hurt, just enough to get a small chuckle from the boy. "yeah yeah, you love me." a mischievous smirk spread across his face.

he had you there, there was no denying the way you felt for the boy, simply sighing before admitting to the comment, "yeah, i do love you," jokingly rolling your eyes as you see his face go blank, "you said it yourself, gyu." it takes a few more moments for his brain to catch up, but as soon as he does, his body isn't far behind.

"i love you!" he gushed, attaching himself to your side and peppering kisses on your face, squishing your cheeks between his hands. "i love you i love you i love you." he babbled out faster than you could comprehend, causing you to giggle. "i love you too gyu."

gunwook ;

"hey gunwook-" you stretched the last syllable to get his attention, his body turning to you with a smile on his face, "what's up?" he wasn't sure what he was expecting you to say, but he definitely didn't think it'd be those three words. "i love you," you smiled brightly, "like, a lot." all was well until you noticed his smile drop, had you messed up?

"you beat me to it," he pouted, running his hand through his hair, "i wanted to be the one to tell you first." you breathed a sigh of relief at the confession, and you couldn't stop the chuckle that slipped past your lips at his naturally cute demeanor. "well, who cares who said it first. i love you and you love me, right?"

in a mere moment you could see the realization hit him, his expression changing, now into a big gummy smile and crescent moon eyes that you couldn't help but fall for all that time ago. "you're right," he pulled you into his chest, his head resting atop yours as he played with your hair, breathing in the scent of your hair products. "i love you."

yujin ;

"hey yujin, guess what." you turned to the boy, him looking at you with his usual shy smile, "what?" he asked excitedly, matching your energy as he turned to face you fully. a smile spread across your face, "i love you. just thought someone should remind you, you're loved."

he turned his head in confusion for a moment, "like, love love?" you chuckled, "what other kind would i mean?" he racked his brain for a moment before coming up with an answer, "well like, the way you love a puppy or a tv show? or the other way." he questioned, silently hoping it was the latter and that he wasn't completely misreading it.

jiwoong ;

"does this look okay?" you couldn't help but ask your boyfriend; looking in the mirror at the outfit you chose. it was nice, sure, but with a boyfriend like jiwoong by your side you had to make sure you didn't look completely like a fool. "it looks great, you look great." he smiled, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, his vision moving to the mirror to look at the two of you.

you couldn't help but melt into his touch as he leaned down to press light kisses on your neck. "my love, you always look gorgeous," he said in between placing kisses on your skin before turning you away from the mirror and towards him. "now let's get going," he placed one last kiss on your lips, savouring the moment and letting his lips linger. his hand came up to cup your cheek, gently so as to not ruin your makeup, and smiling into yet another kiss.

"jiwoong," you mumbled against his lips, "don't we have to go?" he pulled away with a pout on his now slightly lipstick-covered lips. "why do we have to go to this dinner," an even louder sigh escaped his lips, "you're all i could want anyways." you brought your thumb up to wipe off the makeup that now adorned his lips before smiling, "well you have me," it was your turn to reach up and plant a kiss on his lips, "so let's not let these outfits go to waste."

zhang hao ;

you hadn't expected to come home so late, but when you walked into your shared bedroom with your boyfriend hao, you made an attempt to get ready for bed quietly. you were under the impression it had worked, until you got to your side of the bed and went to get in. "you're home," you could barely make out hao's sleepy mumbles, but what you could make out was his arm holding up the blanket to let you in; sliding under the covers you turned to your boyfriend.

"hi hao, go back to bed, i didn't mean to wake you." the only response you got from the boy was the feeling of his hand on your side, trailing up till he found your face in the darkness of the room. with his hand on your cheek he leaned in to feel your lips against his. "missed you." he mumbled against your lips, the feeling sending sparks through your body. "missed you too hao." you managed to get out before kissing him again, your hand coming up to run through his messy hair.

eventually, you pulled away, both feeling the weight of the day weighing on you and wanting to let the drowsiness take over. with his hand resting over your waist, you relaxed into the bed and let your eyes shut. "goodnight hao." you muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. while you couldn't see him, you just knew he was smiling back at you. "goodnight love."

hanbin ;

"did it hurt?" you asked, tracing the tattoos across hanbin's chest, dragging your finger to trace the lines of his collarbones as well. "it wasn't pleasant," he giggled, whether at the ticklish feeling of your light touches or just because, you didn't know. "but it wasn't too bad." a sheepish smile spread across his face partnered with a blush as he took notice of the way your eyes trailed over his skin so intently.

"too bad i couldn't have kissed it better," the words fell from your lips without much thought, but it made hanbin's breath catch in his throat. "you, you still could." the blush on his face had darkened and he had to resist the urge to hide his face in his hands at the suggestion. without another moment passing you kissed the boy, his hands subconsciously coming to rest on your side and trace shapes on your skin. you trailed down his jaw ending at his collarbone, peppering kisses across his skin until you reached the delicate celestial tattoos adorning his body, much like paint on a canvas. "pretty."

after a few more moments you reconnected your lips, "you're the pretty one," he mumbled against you before pulling apart and resting your foreheads against each other, taking the opportunity to take in the moment, memorizing every feature on his face. he took your hands in his, squeezing them tight. "my pretty y/n."

you flushed at the nickname, your heart skipping a beat without even realizing before squeezing his hand back, "my pretty hanbin."

matthew ;

"in what world is strawberry the best flavour." you huffed in disbelief at your boyfriends ice cream opinion, getting a smug smile in return. "in this one," he said matter-of-factly, taking another taste of the pink dessert. "you don't know what you're missing out on y/n." you couldn't help but laugh as you shook your head, taking a bite of your own ice cream.

matthew had to stifle a giggle when he saw you, leaving you to raise your eyebrow in confusion. "what?" you whined, seeing the smile on his face get wider. "you just have a little ice cream on your nose," he brought his thumb up to wipe it off, unable to stop smiling at just how cute you were. "anything else?" you joked.

he only nodded, causing you to sigh at the state of yourself. before you could whine any more, matthew had connected your lips in a short kiss. "there," he smiled, "got it!" you were a little dumbfounded, but that didn't stop you from pulling him in to kiss his lips again, leaving one last peck before you pulled apart.

"you taste like strawberries." you mumbled, your thumb coming up to your lips, seeing your boyfriend flash his biggest smile back at you. "not so bad is it?"

taerae ;

it wasn't often that taerae got sentimental, but when he did it was always adorable in your eyes; his smile would grow and his eyes would soften just talking about how much he loved you, and the feeling was absolutely mutual. as much as you loved hearing his kind words, you couldn't fight the urge to kiss him anymore. leaning in to connect his lips with yours had pretty effectively quieted him down.

"god you're perfect," he whispered against your lips, continuing his tangent from earlier; this time in muffled whispers against your lips in between kisses. his hands had found themselves on you; one tangled in your hair and the other finding purchase on your waist, keeping you in place. your own hands resting on his shoulders, subconsciously pulling him closer until you needed air.

you both pulled apart with ear to ear smiles, and you couldn't help but be aware of his hand still on your waist as you find yourself leaning into it. "have i told you how perfect you are?" he asked, fiddling with the hem of your sweater, and you couldn't help but laugh a little. "you did just a few minutes ago taerae."

"but that was a few minutes ago," he leaned in to peck your lips again, "i'm gonna tell you how perfect you are until i run out of breath."

ricky ;

"i just don't know what to do," your voice trailed off as you brought your hands up to cover your face. "everything is just so overwhelming." you felt bad for your boyfriend ricky, always having to deal with your ramblings, but he didn't seem bothered by it; always sitting and patiently listening to you and your thoughts.

now that you were both sure you had finished your tangent. ricky couldn't help but lean in to place a kiss on your lips, effectively pulling you out of your head enough to calm down. "it's okay," he smiled, "you're not gonna go through this alone, so there's no point worrying about that right now." this time placing his hand on yours and rubbing small circles with his thumb.

you breathed a sigh of relief, connecting your lips once again. "thank you," you muttered between kisses, "i don't know what i'd do without you." ricky only hummed as his hand found its place at the small of your back, pulling you closer to his chest; his other hand reaching up to hold the back of your head, planting a kiss on your head, "you don't have to, i'm never leaving your side."

gyuvin ;

"gyuvin-" you whined out, hoping your boyfriend would hear you from the other room, "i need your help." you called out, soon being welcomed with a smile as he sees your predicament. "can't reach?" he asked, smirking at the cabinet that seemed to be just too far out of your reach. "listen," you started, letting out a joking huff at the boy to match the pout across your face, hopeful to convince him. "are you going to help me or not?"

he thought about it for a moment before letting a mischievous smile spread across his face, "i'll help you, but for a price." you couldn't help but laugh at his antics, only giving him a nod to continue his train of thought. "i'm going to need payment in kisses," his smile widened as did your eyes, "no free labor here!"

you only sighed before taking a step closer and leaning up to reach his lips, giving him a small peck before looking expectantly between him and the top shelf of the cabinet, "there. now help me." when gyuvin leaned closer you had thought nothing of it; until he went for your lips. his hands wrapped around your waist, opting to lift you onto the counter so you were closer to his height. the two of you pulled away a few minutes later, cheeks flushed and smiles wide.

you turned to look behind you, grabbing the box off the top shelf now that you were on the counter, "didn't need you anyways!" you giggled, hopping off the counter and sticking your tongue out at gyuvin to taunt him, getting a huff in return. "i'm the whole reason you got up there!"

gunwook ;

"i got in!" you yelled, holding the acceptance letter in your shaking hands. "oh my god," gunwook matched your energy, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up, "i knew you would!." he let you back down, his one hand grabbing your waist to stabilize you for a moment before holding your face with the other, leaning in for a congratulatory kiss.

"you deserve this." you'd almost think he was more excited than you with the way he had been cheering you on, but that's just how he was. "thank you gunwookie," you brought your arms up to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips again, both smiling into the kiss.

you pulled apart from each other's lips, still with your arms around each other, "you know what this calls for?" you asked, seeing the gears in his head turning as he thought what specifically you were thinking. "another kiss?" he shyly asked, unable to contain his enjoyment of the affection. you laughed at the boy, "not what i was gonna say," you paused to pull him down closer, "but that works too."

connecting your lips for the nth time that afternoon, you couldn't help but smile before separating again"i'm so proud of you," he hummed as he playfully pecked your forehead, "and what better way to celebrate than with your lovely boyfriend, am i right?"

yujin ;

"and that is how it's done." yujin said, neatly kicking the soccer ball into the goal before turning expectantly to you, "your turn." you let out a laugh of disbelief, "yujin, do you really think i can do that?" instead of responding, he opted to just kick the soccer ball your way, hitting your shin in the process. while it didn't hurt that bad, the shock caused you to let out a yelp.

"oh god, are you okay?" he rushed to your side, immediately checking to make sure you weren't badly hurt. you laughed at the boy, reassuring him it didn't hit you hard, but he insisted he should make it up to you for how sorry he was. "well i've got an idea how you could make it up to me." you smiled widely, getting a caring, but confused look in return.

you pointed to your cheek, hoping he would get the hint, and he did. leaving a quick peck on your cheek with a sheepish smile, causing yours to grow even wider. as you turned to the boy, you hadn't realized he was going in for another one, and your lips touched in a chaste kiss; it was clumsy, bumping noses and all, but it was perfect to you. "oh, hello," you chuckled, bringing your hand up to your lips.

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, SUNG HANBIN 𖥻 ❛ blue salvias ❜

SUNG HANBIN, contrary to what you may think, didn’t like flowers all that much. Sure, they’re pretty, but they’ll fade and wilt after only a few moments of appreciating them. He much preferred other gifts— that is, until he met you.

You reminded him of a flower; beautiful in a way that is not meant to be touched. Cherubic and angelic, petals of morning dew and silk that blossom and bloom when left to their own devices. As a man, he could never wish to hold you, for that will corrupt your beauty.

You have a timeless face. Hanbin could gaze upon it for eternity and find a new feature to appreciate each year. He could map the coordinates of your smile and the altitude of your eyes; he could graph the volume of your laugh and how it pitches slightly in the middle.

He first realized that, perhaps, flowers can be something beautiful when held by man, too, when you introduced him to pressed flowers.

Your room had countless flowers of all kinds hanging from the ceiling; crimson bouquets of begonia, flushing yellow poppies and dried salvias, all tangled together in twine. Your fingers gently held them as if made of glass, as if even the softest of movements would cause them to disappear in a flurry of sweet scents.

“Why do you keep flowers?” He asked you one afternoon.

“They have so many meanings,” You replied. “Like a blue salvia; it means ‘I’m thinking of you’. Most people get roses because they symbolize romance, but I think picking each specific flower with a meaning in mind is so much more romantic.”

“But they wilt so easily,” He argued.

“And then you can press them, and turn them into something beautiful again.”

“Press them?

“Yeah. Like, in between books and stuff,” You explained lamely, gesturing at the floor. “You can preserve them that way. They look really pretty. Usually, I use them as bookmarks.”

Hanbin thinks about that interaction more than he likes to admit— actually, he thinks about every interaction you have a good deal more than he’d like to admit. He performs autopsies on the words you’ve spoken, dissecting each consonant and vowel for the slight confirmation you might like him in the same way he likes you.

“I got you something,” You’d said that morning, hands hiding behind your back in an endearing way that made him smile. He nodded, urging you to explain further.

You’d presented him a small box (which made hardly any sound when he tried shaking it later to see if he could guess what was inside it). It was wrapped in brown parchment paper, a cute bow of twine sitting atop.

“You can’t open it until you’re home, alright?” You instructed him, a stern look in your eyes that had him agreeing before he even registered what you asked. The entire day it sat in his backpack, feeling heavy despite the fact it couldn’t have weighed more than half a pound, box included.

That led him here; sitting anxiously in front of his desk with the box atop the mahogany wood. He swiveled back and forth in his chair, running through every possibility of what it could be in his mind.

After a few tense moments, he opened it.

Hanbin didn’t recognize the flowers at first.

A few hours later, only when the collection of flowers were already tightly pressed within books just the way you taught him, did he realize where he’d seen them before.

Blue salvias.

He didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, SEOK MATTHEW 𖥻 ❛ pink bluebell ❜

SEOK MATTHEW doesn’t know much about pop culture, but he knows it’s a definite cliche to fall for someone who works in a flower shop. It’s not his fault, though—really! I mean, anyone would fall for your cute smile and rosy words and soft eyes and…

Matthew groans. Yeah, he’s got it bad.

Well, he knew that already. If the almost daily trips to the flower shop you work part-time at didn’t indicate anything, the fact his face turned bright pink at the mere mention of flowers certainly did.

But, seriously, he can’t help it. You’re so sweet when you offer to help him find what exactly he’s looking for (which he doesn’t even know, because before this Matthew had exactly zero interest in flowers). And when you explain the meanings behind each and every flower, and your eyes light up— Matthew swears he could see the stars behind them. He wonders if the sky ever gets jealous that, no matter how hard it may try, it can never compare to you.

“Oh, Matthew, back again?” You ask, voice ringing like bells. He could listen to it on repeat.

“Yeah! Uh, just here to look around,” He replies, voice sounding strained even to him. You just nod, bright smile never leaving your face.

“You must really like flowers.”

“Something like that.”

He takes his time strolling around, discreetly stealing glances at you each time he moves to the next aisle. His blush must match the color of the roses, by now, he thinks. When he finally picks out a flower, not paying attention to the meanings scribbled hastily beneath the care instructions, he feels a surge of disappointment.

His time getting to see you is almost over (even if a good portion of it was spent staring at you with no actual conversation initiated).

“Who’s the lucky person?” You ask while plugging the number of the flower into your cash register. Matthew stares at you, eyebrows furrowed, before realizing you must think he’s giving all the flowers he buys to someone. Hurriedly, he shakes his head.

“No— no one!” He exclaims, far too quickly to be believable. You laugh.

“You picked out a pink bluebell, Matthew,” You say, smiling even brighter now (he didn’t think it was possible). “It means ‘everlasting love’, you know.”

“Oh. I didn’t, I mean, I wasn’t looking at the meaning,” He mumbles bashfully. You just laugh again, and he cherishes the fact he was the cause of it. “You could, I mean, you can keep it. Not like I have anyone to give it to.”

That’s the closest he’ll ever get to making a move, he thinks dimly. Your smile morphs into something different— something softer, more genuine and human. Something full of human emotion. He thinks he sees that smile in his mirror every time he thinks of you.

“Well, since it’s mine, now,” You say, examining the sweet flower and inhaling the scent briefly. Your eyes flit toward him, making contact before he looks away. “I’ll just have to gift it to someone.”

Matthew feels his heart sink momentarily. Of course— of course!— someone like you already has a partner. How foolish would he be to think someone who shines brighter than the sun itself doesn’t already have a moon? He chides himself mentally over and over again.

“I hope you at least read the care instructions,” You tell him. He glances up, confusion gracing his features for a second, before you hand the flower to him. He hesitates before taking it, looking around as if there were anybody else you could possibly be handing it to.

“For you, Matthew,” You say. He wonders if you know the effect you have on him. He wraps his fingers around the delicate blossom, pink petals bouncing with the movement.

“But—!”

“Don’t think too hard about it.” You tilt your head to the side. “Just a flower for my favorite customer. Surely you can’t refuse that, right?”

“I… I guess not,” He concedes, looking down at the flower like it was a gift from a god. He thinks it must’ve been, considering how heavenly you are.

The moment he leaves the shop, he feels as if he’s walking on air. As if the clouds lowered to allow him to step, as if he was floating above the Earth. The feeling in his chest is squeezing his heart so tight he thinks it might burst— and he would be fine with that, if it were at your hand.

Everlasting love, he thinks to himself.

Everlasting love.

That sounds just right.

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, ZHANG HAO 𖥻 ❛ red chrysanthemums ❜

ZHANG HAO is not a sap. Sure, he watches a (frankly) embarrassing amount of romance dramas, and yeah, he weaves intricate scenarios of relationships in his mind before he sleeps, but that doesn’t mean anything! He is not a sap.

He doesn’t crave the feeling of another’s hand in his. He doesn’t fantasize about how your lips would slot against his like the missing piece of a puzzle he’s been trying to complete his entire life. And he sure as hell doesn’t wish you would love him the way he loves you. No, absolutely not. That’d be insane.

His heart isn’t speeding up as Ricky alerts him you’re walking his way. He doesn’t fight the urge to check his reflection in Keita’s glasses. He doesn’t take a deep breath to steel his nerves and calm his beating heart.

He doesn’t relish in the sound of your voice as you call his name, the way your gaze is directed at him and only him. No, no, no! He doesn’t, he swears!

“Hao!” You say, tickling his ears like a sweet melody of wind chimes tinkling against each other gently. “Would you mind checking over the Prom plans with me? I need the student head’s approval to move forward!”

Zhang Hao doesn’t slap Keita’s head for making kissy noises at him, and he doesn’t secretly hope there’s an ulterior motive behind your words. No.

“Yeah, of course,” He says. He hopes he looks as calm as he sounds. (And he hopes you don’t see Ricky and Keita pretending to make-out behind him).

“Awesome! I just need your signature to finalize the theme, time, and decorations!” You tell him, holding out the clipboard with a long string of papers attached. You flip through at the speed of light, talking about the different streamers and confetti, and how the theme ‘Night out in New York’ is one of your favorites because it allows creative freedom. He listens to every word.

“The bouquet samples arrived just a few minutes ago, if you want to go check them! That’s actually why I decided to come find you,” You admit, tucking the clipboard away. He nods, as if there was any doubt he’d ever want to spend more time with you.

Hao stands up, brushing off any dust or dirt that might’ve speckled his uniform, and heads off after you. He neglects waving goodbye to his friends, as he could see Yujin and Ollie approaching, and they were sure to make it egregiously well known just how much he liked you. The two couldn’t seem to keep a secret for their lives.

“The flowers were pretty expensive, but the board told me to go all out for Prom! It’s not every year their star students graduate, after all!” You tell him, bouncing as you led him. Hao tried not to smile too hard.

It was true. MNET High had always been an incredibly prestigious school, but the batch in his year were notably exceptional. Between Sung Hanbin, Seok Matthew, Cha Woongi, Keita, and himself, it was no secret this year's seniors were favorites of the school board. Zhang Hao had even managed to snag himself the role of student head— with you as his vice. Originally, it’d been a bother to have someone else working with him, but he’d grown unabashedly grateful for the opportunity to meet you.

“What do you think of them?” You ask, clasping your hands together and rocking back and forth on your heels. Belatedly, Hao realizes you’d arrived at the student center.

“They’re really pretty,” He says earnestly, taking a step toward the bouquets of pink, red, yellow, and blue. He says your name to catch your attention. “Really, they’re beautiful. Did you design the bouquets yourself?”

“Uh, partially,” You reply, seeming bashful to be receiving compliments. “I chose the red chrysanthemums! They’re my favorite flowers.”

“Really? Why?”

“Well— they— they just look cool,” You say lamely, looking away. “I liked to study the meaning of flowers when I was younger.”

“What do red chrysanthemums mean, then?” Hao asks, curious as he slowly lifts a finger over the ridges of the bright petals.

“Oh—! Uh, I forgot,” You say. You’re lying. Obviously. Even he can tell, but he doesn’t push. He watches as your fingers flex, seeming to be in an internal debate with yourself, before you pluck a flower from the bouquet and hand it to him.

“Here. You can… you can look it up yourself, later.”

Zhang hao signs off on the Prom preparations.

He isn’t fighting the urge to take out his phone right now and look up the meaning right now. It isn’t lingering on his mind all the while during his walk back to his friends. He doesn’t fight a smile when he finally sees the meaning.

He doesn’t.

He doesn’t.

“Love and passion.”

That doesn’t mean anything.

It doesn’t.

Zhang hao has never been good at lying to himself.

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, PARK GUNWOOK 𖥻 ❛ pink aster ❜

PARK GUNWOOK thinks he must be dead and gone to heaven. That’s the only explanation for your beauty. He wonders if your love story is one of the beauty and the beast; he is hulking and tall, built of muscle and blood. You are lithe and spry, built of springs and ichor.

“Gunwook,” You say, wiping a splotch of dirt from your forehead. Your gloved hands are covered in the substance, and it stains your clothes and skin. Your jeans have green all over the knees, which are threadbare from years of rolling around in the grass. With a trowel in one hand and a handful of weeds in the other, you look every part messy and sweaty. He loves you more than anything.

“Sorry.” He steps forward, trying desperately to ignore how hot it is and how the humid air clings to him as he tries to help you with your garden. Canopies of hanging flowers and grapes hang over his head, drooping down into his eyes and casting a much-appreciated shade over the two of you.

Peas, tomatoes, potatoes and all sorts of wild flowers litter your backyard, some growing in basins and stone patches, some tended to in batches of odd stems and petals.

He takes a handful of weeds and pulls them from the dirt, tossing them into the small pile you’d created.

“You’re seriously perfect for this,” You tell him, watching as he barely uses any of his strength to pull the roots you’d been struggling with the past hour.

“I’m starting to think you’re only dating me for the gardening benefits,” He says, eyes squinting against the sun as he stumbles into a patch of dirt not covered by the overhanging plants.

You gasp in mock offense. “Of course not!”

He gives you a disbelieving look from the corner of his eye.

“I’m dating you because you’re the only one tall enough to pick my grapes, too!”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too!”

You set a basket down beside his feet, empty save for the purple stains of grape-picking seasons long gone.

“Now get to work, peasant!” You exclaim, giving him a deceivingly bright smile. Gunwook can only shake his head, an affectionate smile crossing his face despite himself. Damn you.

“Yes, chef,” He mutters, a reference to the obscene amount of Gordan Ramsey shows you watch. As you work on gathering up the pile of weeds in your arms to toss away in the compost, he busies himself reaching up to pick the long vines of grapes and throw them down into the basket beside him. (He doesn’t actually. He sets them down gently, because he knows you hate when your grapes are squishy).

After a few minutes of picking grapes, the basket half full, Gunwook feels a tug behind his ear, like someone’s pulling his hair. He rolls his eyes for a moment, thinking you must be teasing him, until the light brush of something unfamiliar nestles against his skin.

“Hold—still!” You struggle, trying to balance something behind his ear. He, of course, spins around and catches the item as it falls. A flower, bright pink and petals stretching long, falls into his open palm.

You frown, picking the delicate blossom up not even seconds after it lands and trying to place it again.

“Hey, stop!” He struggles. He doesn’t want pollen in his hair.

You ignore him, continuing to adjust the flower until it lays snuggly parallel to his ear, the petals invading the peripherals of his vision.

“It’s a pink aster!” You tell him. “They’re Aphrodite’s flower, you know!”

He turns the same shade as the flower behind his ear. “You mean, like, the love goddess?”

“Yeah! They symbolize love and charm!” You explain, stepping back to admire Gunwook— or rather, how the flower sits. He looks away, suddenly shy.

You were always the more bold between the two of you, despite what people think. He tends to hesitate before pulling moves on you, and you tend to grab him by the collar and force him to finish them. That’s why he loves you, really.

“…Thanks,” He says, smiling at you as you pick a grape from the basket and wash it under the hose. He has no idea how sanitary it is, but you seem to not care as you plop the fruit into your mouth.

“‘Course. It looks cute on you, princess,” You say, winking as you steal one more grape.

Gunwook kicks at you, pretending to be upset you’re stealing from his harvest, despite his beating heart and loving gaze.

He thinks the entire universe must have conspired to let him find you, and he thanks his lucky stars they did, for he has never felt so deeply for someone.

He loves you so much he pretends not to notice you stealing yet another grape from his basket.