dream night

nick had never felt like this in his whole life. he’d never been so nervous to set a table, cook a meal, or pour a glass of wine. it was his saving grace that his girlfriend had her back turned when he’d filled their glasses, considering how he’d missed the glass entirely at first from his shaking hands. the ring burnt in his pocket, and it took all his emotional strength to seem as normal as ever. “dinner is served, madam.” he smiled as he placed the plate down in front of her, her favourite meal laid on top of it. after fixing his sweater - one she had gotten him a while ago - he finally reached for his glass, needing a sip to calm his nerves. despite it being a little warm in the apartment, he was determined to keep his outfit in tact for the sentimental value that his girlfriend didn’t even know he was going for yet.

kitae & jaehyun’s wedding. nick kang.

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“’since forever’. how long have you waiteed to give me a make over? have you been thinking about how ugly i am this whole time?” nick joked, definitely not actually believing that. nick wasn’t one for low self-esteem about his looks. “go ahead, do your worst. well, best, please. but you know what i meant.”

“maybe you’re just not as charming and adorable as i am.” nick shrugged, giving yoongi a proud grin in response. “she’s a nice teacher, honestly. and i still have to write the long essay about it all before i can submit it.”

“i was tired.” nick pouted, folding his arms over his chest. “is it really that bad?”

“oh mighty minho, please save me from my ugliness.” nick pressed his hands together like a prayer. he followed him up the stairs, laughing at how urgent minho seemed about it. “you love a make over moment, don’t you?”

“so, apparently i’m allowed to use one of my released songs for my final piece. as long as i did all the songwriting and production, i can do it, technically.” nick explained, having just left a meeting with his professor. “which means i can just submit mad max, and skip weeks of stressing over producing something. i’ve genuinely just given myself a way to chill out over my final year at uni. how about that for a flex?” 

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“so when i said it’s a bad hair day... i meant it.” nick sighed as he took of his cap, hair messy from where it had dried whilst he was sleeping, and he’d been too stressed out to style it himself. “can you help me?”