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  A sour look makes it way onto your face as his gaze shifts upwards, towards your window, his expression doesn’t budge as he makes eye-contact with you even going as far to raise his hand, giving you a quick wave before disappearing behind the sturdy wooden front door to his house. Throughout the years you were never able to avoid running into him, this because the two of you shared so many common friends. It was something you were willing to endure for your friends, even if it regularly tested your patience. In kindergarten he’d push you over from time to time, if he decided you seemed to be enjoying your recess time a little too much. His brown eyes tauntingly looking at you as he triumphantly stuck out his tongue at you before chasing after his friends.

  In elementary he did his best to make life as miserable for you as possible, putting bugs in your desk, taking out stuff from your backpack all while you were desperately looking for it, unaware of the amusement you were bringing him. This was also around the time you started having some bite to your words as you got back at him, annoyance now a daily emotion for you. Your life never knew peace as long as Hyunjin was there, the black-haired boy never up to any good if it involved you. You weren’t ever sure what you’d done to evoke this kind of behaviour but you weren’t particularly interested in finding out either. The brief interaction has you feeling a bit strange, it’s unlike him to even acknowledge your presence, at least it was. Upbeat ringing coming from the phone haphazardly tossed on your bed rips your attention away from the house across the street and it’s tenant. It’s Yeji. A small smile makes its way onto your face as you quickly pick up the phone, eager to hear her voice.

“Y/N!” she sounds the same as you remember, “I heard you’re back home for fall break?”

“Yeah, I am, I didn’t realize I had missed this place as much as I did” A soft chuckle leaves your lips as you let yourself fall onto the bed. 

“That’s surprising,” you can almost hear her smile through the phone, “seeing as you never really enjoyed it here before you went to college.”

“I know, it’s against my principles but here we are I guess,” 

“Say,” Yeji pauses for a moment, “are you coming to this years halloween party?”

There it is. The Hwang family traditionally held a halloween party each year; it was something that had been in their family for as long as you could remember, and you usually did go.  You just weren’t sure about it this time around. As if Yeji could sense your internal debate, she piped up;

“it’ll be fun! I promise! You’ll see Chae and Lia again!” 

“I know, i’m probably overthinking it right?”

“Yes you are! I’ll make sure my brother doesn’t bother you, promise!”

“Alright, i’ll go.” 

“Yay! Maybe you’ll see Minho again!” 

“Okay yeji! I’ll talk to you soon, bye!” you hung up a little too quick at the mention of your long-time, unrequited crush.

Lee Minho, the only reason you’d consider ever showing up to the halloween parties in the first place. He was your secret soft spot for as long as you could physically remember. Yeji had been your closest friend, the one you confided in. She was your rock in a way, something to hold onto when things got difficult and she managed to always pull you out of it, all while sporting that trademark cat-like smile of hers. She was the complete opposite of her brother, that was for sure.

  -

It’s past 11 when you pad downstairs, hands stuffed deep into the with wool lined pockets of your sweater. The dark hallway welcomes you as your eyes adjust to the dark, your parents had long gone to sleep after the busy day they’d had helping you unpack your things. The way the house creaks and settles into itself is something you can never really get used to, it’s an irrational fear of yours; but it’s such a beautiful autumn night that you can’t help but slip on your shoes and softly close the door behind you. The cold air cuts into your nose, sighing happily as you trudge through the piles of leaves adorning the sidewalk. Sorry, you think, it’s too tempting to walk through them even when they were separate piles, neatly scattered along the walkway. It’s not until you pass by the empty park, located further into your neighbourhood, that you notice someone is following you. It wasn’t unusual for people to take late night walks in the neighbourhood, it was a relatively safe one, and as far as you knew, you never ran into trouble when you still lived at home.

Sneaking a glance over your shoulder, eyes gliding over the figure a few metres removed from you, the flash of long brown hair rings a bell in your mind, but due to the weak light the street lamps produce it feels nearly impossible to make out any details. “Haven’t your parents taught you it’s not safe to go out alone at night?” The voice makes you slow down, gravel crunching under your feet as you come to the realisations of who the person is that you saw not too long ago. Suddenly you feel a lot more uncomfortable being out on your own.

“Are you talking about the fact that you’re following me then?” Your voice holds a bite to it, arms crossed across your chest as you turn to face him.  His laugh taunts you, as if this is a game to him; knowing him, it probably was.

“no, not exactly,” he drops his hood, his signature smirk now even more obvious, “since you’re adamant about avoiding me, I personally came to find you.”

You look at him, eyebrows furrowed as you examined his face, his resolve seemed to melting before your eyes as your stare burned into him. “Spit it out then, I don’t exactly have time for any of your jokes right now.”

“I need your help,” the words come out strained, as if it physically pained him to speak those words, “I know, i’m the last person you want to help, but I promise i’ll leave you alone afterwards!” his hands defensively fly up as you clear your throat.

It’s quiet for a while, the leaves rustling made even more noise than the two of you standing in the middle of an empty park. “You,” your voice is mocking, “need my help?”

“I need you to be my pretend-girlfriend,”

The words drop like a bomb, your eyes widening as they register and nestle themselves in the deepest nook of your brain. Hwang Hyunjin, your personal tormentor, wants you to pretend to be his girlfriend? You pinch your arm as an attempt to bring yourself back to reality, because this must be some sort of twisted joke your mind has produced after downing too much wine.

“You must really want me to get a restraining order against you, don’t you?”

“I know it sounds bad Y/N, but I promised my mom I wouldn’t be alone again at this years’ party, and you know I can’t possibly bring around on of my past hookups.”

Oh, that’s right, you nearly forgot. Hyunjin was notorious at your high school for having multiple, short-lived flings.

“I just want mom to stop worrying about me, alright?”

“Why would you think even for a second I would agree to this?” You weren’t going to let the opportunity pass to give him a hard-time after years of him doing the same to you.

“Because you’re in the same boat as I am every year,” his words don’t lie, but you still can’t shake the suspicious feeling that washes over you, It’s not like him to be worried about what impression you would make at the yearly halloween party organised by the Hwangs. If anything, he’d take the opportunity to make fun of you in any way he could.

“I’ll just stay with Yeji, it’s not a big deal to me.”

“Yeji isn’t going to be there,” he pauses, his hands fidgeting, “her work needed her to come in last minute.”

“She’s what?” You feel like this is one big, obnoxious and impractical joke.

“She hasn’t told you yet then?”

“No,” you sigh, your index finger and thumb press against the bridge of your nose in frustration.

“Fine,” You can’t believe you’re agreeing to this horrendous idea, and even less believe the fact that you’re teaming up with Hwang Hyunjin.

“Wait what?” he looks just a surprised as you feel, probably not having expected a success out of his attempt at striking a deal with you.

“You heard me, i’ll do it,” your voice comes out hushed because maybe if you don’t speak too loudly, it might still pass.

“alright..” he sounds hesitant himself, “then we should discuss the details tomorrow, meet me at the scoop.”

“you mean that little run down coffee and book shop?” you furrow your brows, it was a miracle the little mom and pop shop had survived in a barren, run-down town. It had been your comfort place throughout high-school; your go-to for studying, the rare dates you had and just for a good, warm cup of coffee.

“yup, is 1 pm okay for you?”

“sure, i’ll see you tomorrow then.”

And with that, you can’t get out of the park as quickly as you could. Your heart was racing, because what happened back there? It was so out of character for hyunjin that you were sure he’d given you whiplash.

-

The shop still looks the same as how you remembered it, the smell of roasted coffee beans and fresh book pages mingle in the air. It’s dimly lighted by candles and low light coming from the standing lamps next to the leather couches. The shop was divided into two sections, the counter with the barista where multiple tables were scattered over the wooden floor, a few people had occupied the seats already. The other section contained a long line of tall bookshelves filled with an array of different books. You couldn’t remember how much of them you’d actually read back then but it was once your goal to finish all of the books the shop had in its possession.

Your eyes glide over to one of the tables near a window, two steaming cups of coffee placed neatly at opposing sides of the oak surface. A jacket slung over one of the two chairs, but it’s owner wasn’t present at the table, rather you found him crouched down near one of the smaller bookshelves against the wall, hand sliding across the backs of each book, carefully pulling one out and examining it with a curious look.

It’s Hyunjin, a cream sweater hangs loosely from his shoulders; it’s then that you notice how much Hyunjin has actually changed during the year you were absent. He’s let his hair grow out, it looks like slik, shining in the dull light of the coffee shop.  His skin is pale with a rosy glow dusting his cheeks. He must have arrived not too long ago, since you held the same rosy glow due to the cold with blowing in your face. He’d be decently attractive if it weren’t for the sour personality. You huff as you shrug your coat off of your shoulders, draping it across the empty chair. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he looks up, dusting his hands off on his black jeans, rising to meet you. He’s also gotten a hell of a lot of taller you notice. Towering above you with a half-smile.

“I see you got drinks already?” you meekly speak up, gesturing towards the two matching ceramic cups.

“Oh yeah,” he takes his spot at the table, “thought it was the least I could do, you could see it as a small thank you.”

“oh, alright, thanks I guess.”

The atmosphere inside the shop is beautiful but it feels awkward to say the least, you settle on resting your hands atop of each other.

“So, hyunjin,” you shift in your seat, “ do you have any idea how we’re going to sell this idea to our friends and family? Because this has to be the least plausible relationship in history of this town.”

He lets out a low chuckle, his eyes crinkling at your comment.

“Well, I was hoping you had some ideas, because I fear mine aren’t too bright.”

“Do we have anything in common then? That would probably be the easiest to start from.”

He nods, stopping to think for a moment, “why don’t we make a list of the things we like?” he holds up a torn piece of paper that he took from one of his notepads along with two pens. An expectant look displayed upon his face as he slides one half towards you.

“Well don’t just stare, start writing princess.” You blink for a moment, taken aback by his words before you remember the agreement you two had made.

Before you know it, both of you had scribbled the paper full of your favourite things, you look up at him, “you done?”

“yeah, here,” he slides over his paper and you giggle at his handwriting, it’s still the same, messy handwriting as you remember from when you were younger. Reading through it, you slide yours over for him to read.

“Oh, hey, you went to Bang Chan’s talk too? I love his work!” you tap your finger on the scribble that- at least it looks like it – says Bang Chan.

“I did actually, it was a pain travelling to the big city though,”

“Maybe we could say we saw each other there then?” your proposal doesn’t seem half that bad as he nods.

The common factor is exactly what you two needed to start an afternoon of long conversation about the surprisingly many things you two had in common. If you were to tell yourself five years back that you were going to be sitting together with hwang hyunjin in your twenties, bonding over a pact the two of you had made and the things you two held in common, you would’ve manically laughed it off and declared yourself officially gone.

You’re not sure how you both ended up deciding to also grab a bite to eat, but here you were, hands stuffed deep into your pockets as you two walked down the trail around the lake just outside of your town; tonight the neighbouring town had organised a little festival there, with lots of food stalls and other thing to explore. It was a nice break from day-to-day life at home and it felt nice being outside again. Hyunjin had suggested it himself, which surprised you, he’d chalked it up to “bonding over some food to solidify the probability of the fake relationship seeming real”.

It wasn’t something you wanted to get used to, because if you got used to it, it might just end up in you getting hurt once more. This was strictly transactional and you forced yourself to view it as such. It felt so foreign, having the person who unrelentlessly teased and hazed you, suddenly be nice to you. You couldn’t trust if he was being honest with his intentions, for all you knew, things would go back to the way they had always been.

“Y/N?” his hand waved in front of your face, snapping you out of your thoughts in an instant.

“Huh? What?” a mumble left your lips, looking up at him in a confused manner.

“I asked you what you wanted to eat,” you don’t miss the way the corner of his lips curl up into a small smile.

“Oh, I’m fine with anything actually, there’s not something in particular that I want right now.”

He nods, nestling himself a bit deeper into his coat, blowing out a puff of air that turns into smoke as soon as it leaves his lips. His hand reaches out, into your pocket and engulfs your own. To your surprise he holds it up, intertwining his fingers with yours and pulls you forwards. “Then I know just the spot, follow me!”

After the mock date you two had, you had both exchanged phone numbers, it had taken a while but it wasn’t long before you two kept regularly texting each other with details about your day or answering questions the other had. It was surprisingly nice to have someone ask you about your day, or to be able to vent to someone about a bad day. Sometimes you two would share memories from your childhood, he would crack jokes about it while you would mostly try and get him back with embarrassing stories your mom had gotten from his mom when they would have their weekly meetups.

It crept up on you slowly and you never intended to let it affect your mood this much, but even your mother had noticed how much you had perked up over the past weeks. So much so that she even asked if anything had happened, but you feigned innocence in front of her to keep the peace as much as you could. The last thing you wanted was for things to leak out before you had even gotten the chance to prepare yourself for the idea of having it known to your friends and family that you were now – albeit fake – dating Hwang Hyunjin. The boy notorious for picking on you when you both were little. You could almost hear the words roll from their lips, that they knew this would eventually happen and that boys will be mean to you when they liked you. You huffed at the thought of those words, you’d heard them enough when you were younger and didn’t feel the need to hear them once more.

-

Halloween creeped up on you so much faster than you had anticipated, having lost track of time because you had been occupied with college assignments you had to finish up after fall break and keeping hyunjin entertained by replying to his messages. He would get pouty when you took too long to reply, which was another new thing you discovered. To keep up the illusion and to further enforce your fake relationship, the two of you hung out a couple times after the first time.

He was convincingly good at it, which made it even more difficult for you. The way he put on this caring and warm persona was something you had hoped might’ve been genuine at some point, but the more you observed, the more you became convinced you were entangled in one big web of lies. It became increasingly harder for you to even look at things positively, because the comfort and content feeling you had around him paled when you remembered just who you were in a fake relationship with. It couldn’t possibly be genuine.

The party wasn’t too far away anymore, an hour, you noted as you glanced at the clock hung above your desk. The two of you had ultimately decided on going as a matching vampire couple, it was simple and you could make do with the makeup you owned and the clothes you had hanging in your closet. Somehow, you felt nervous, even if Hyunjin had been around for so much of the dress-up halloween parties, this time it seemed different to before.

Your mom must’ve let him come inside, you heard heavy footsteps thud up the stairs leading up the the upstairs hallway. He gives your bedroom door a small push, letting it glide open. It’s quiet for a moment as the two of you look eyes. His eyes move over your body, shamelessly taking you in. You had picked out of the black, bodycon dresses that you had stowed away in your closet, mostly from the time you still used to go out to parties every weekend. Now, they served more as dress-up props.

You cleared your throat as you noticed his eyes still on you, his eyes snapped up to look you in the face, a rosy colour creeping it’s way up his neck.

“I see your bedroom still hasn’t changed since I was last here,” he takes a few steps inside, picking up a photo frame placed on your desk. You craned your neck to see which picture he was looking at.

“Old habits don’t die I guess,” you took a step closer.

The picture was taken during your 14th birthday, in the front row was you, eyes sparkling as yeji, chae and lia were lined up with you, arms wrapped around each other. In the background was Hyunjin, Minho and Jisung, the three of them forcing a laugh after your mom had forced them into frame, as a keepsake she had muttered. You had kept the photo on your desk because it had been one of your favourite photos with some of your best friends. It was still your favourite despite the sour memory that was attached to it, it happened not too long after the photo was taken.

You see hyunjin visibly swallow, because he knows, he knows exactly what happened that day. His gaze drifts towards you, seeing the mixed expression on your face.

“I’m sorry, Y/N”

“Sorry for what?” it comes out harsher than you intended for, your arms reach out, taking the frame from his hands, placing it back on it’s designated spot on your already cluttered desk.

That day, he had leaked your biggest secret at the time, one you weren’t aware he even had knowledge of. When the seven of you had gathered in your backyard at dusk, sitting around doing what 14-year olds would be doing, he had spoken up and blurted out the fact that you had a crush on Minho for years. The way your heart dropped as you realised everyone had heard what the brown-haired boy had uttered, was something you would never forget. The way Lee Minho had looked at you, pity apparent in his eyes, hurt more than words of rejection ever could. You still remember running back into the house, sobs racking through your chest. Looking back on it, it wasn’t such a big deal seeing as you and Minho are still friends to this day. But to 14-year old you it was the worst thing imaginable, having your secret laid out in front of everyone.

“I’m sorry i’ve always been such a jerk to you,” he pauses, “you really didn’t deserve any of it.”

You stay quiet for a moment, turning away from him as you rummage through your closet, trying to find the purse that matched your dress nicely.

“I mean it Y/N,” his words rip through the deafening silence in your room. You fish the bag from the depths of your closet, quickly composing yourself to look him in the eye once more.

“Sorry,” your hands tightly wrap around the strap of the bag, “i’m not used to you being so nice to me all the time.” Your smile is bittersweet. How nice things could be if he really were your boyfriend, taking care of you. How nice it would be if any of this were genuine.

“I hope you’ll let me make it up to you,” his hands fidget with the leather jacket hung over his arms “you ready?”

He glances at you again, noticing you standing up from the spot where you had sat down on your bed, noticing your dress didn’t cover much of your arms and shoulders. The dress ended mid thigh, too. Before you registered it, he drapes the leather jacket over your shoulders, “it’s cold outside.”

This earns a fanged smile from you along with a soft thank you. Seemingly satisfied with himself, he intertwined his fingers with yours, tugging you along. His hand is warm, a bit rough, but warm and comforting.

The Hwang house was decorated to the max, pumpkins scattered around the generous front yard, along with tacky decorations. You looked around as Hyunjin led you up the walkway to the front door. You both barely had time to compose yourselves as the door swung open, revealing his brightly smiling mother.

“Hyunjin!” she cooed, her eyes then moved to his right, noticing you with your hip pressed against his body, holding his hand tightly. He gives it a light squeeze as he greets his mom.

“Hi, mom!”

“Well hi, nice to see you again this year Y/N!” she ushered the two of you inside, her smile never fading, “you look as lovely as ever!”

You muster up a meek smile, “thank you,”

As she leads you inside, you notice she looks to be bursting with questions, she’d probably hound your mom for holding back the details, but much to her misfortune, your mother wouldn’t be much help in deciphering the specifics of your relationship.

“Say,” she clasps her hands together, “since when are you guys together?” she bites her lip expectantly, looking between the two of you.

Hyunjin was the first to speak up, “We met each other again at a talk of our favourite author when I visited the town she was studying in.”

“Was that why you lengthened the trip for a few more days then?” she nearly bursting out the seams, so much so that it makes you giggle a bit. She was exactly the same as your mother, so curious about everything. Hyunjin seems to lag behind a bit, so you speak up on his behalf.

“Yeah! We didn’t exactly want to tell yo uso soon, since we don’t have the best history, right?” you smiled back at his mother.

“Oh how cute!” she squeezes her clasped hands, seemingly satisfied with your answers, “Go have fun together tonight you two!”

She saunters off, her witch hat bobbing up and down her hat as she goes to mingle with the other neighbourhood adults, her eyes casting a glance towards hyunjin and you every so often. The two of you decide to find your friends, weaving through the crowd of people hanging around, his arm wraps itself around your waist, holding onto it as to not lose you in the sea of bodies. It sends shudders down your spine, feeling his fingers grasp onto your side, so much so that you can’t look at him.

“So-Ae!” Hyunjin calls out to a short, black-haired girl sitting on one of the chairs somewhere in the corner, a drink in her hands as she lifts her head towards Hyunjin. She waves, gesturing to come closer. So-Ae was one of Hyunjins friends, you knew her from class, mostly. Your confusion was cleared up when Minho popped his head out from the kitchen, a smile spreading across his face as he walked towards him.

He notices you, and you don’t miss the way he glances up at the two of you when he notices Hyunjins hand resting on the dip in your waist, just above your hip. Hyunjin leans down, his lips close to your ear, “that’s Minho’s new girlfriend.” Your eyes widen a bit as you look up at him.

Minho introduced So-Ae as his fiancé, the words drop like a bomb, it’s then you realize the 10 year long crush on Lee Minho was pointless, and it stings. But it doesn’t sting in the way you thought, it just makes you feel sad for all the lost time.  Hyunjin doesn’t miss the way you look at Minho, and it makes him reluctant to let his grip on you go as Minho pulls you into a hug. When So-Ae and Minho scurry off to talk to some other friends, you let out a deep breath, surprisingly you didn’t feel as upset as you thought you would be, which is a huge relief.

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin looks at you, something in his expression looks at you like you’re made of glass, careful to not break you with a miniscule movement.

“Yeah,” you hesitate for a second, “I’m not as affected as i thought I would be.”

You could almost swear you saw his shoulders relax as the words left your mouth. For the majority of the party, you and Hyunjin were conjoined at the hip, mingling among old high school friends, family you’d both grown up with and new people in the neighbourhood. Lia and Chaeryeong were a bit wary of Hyunjin, both having sent him glares that could kill as they heard him announce the fact.

As the night passes, you can’t help but feel a dreadful feeling creep up op you; it’s subtle but leaves your mind reeling with worries. It’s at that point you decide to step out into the much less crowded backyard. Instinctively you make your way over to the swinging bench on the porch, it’s empty and gives you space to breathe.

The guilty feeling that washes over you is indescribable, seeing how genuinely happy your parents where when they heard the – fake – news from your mouth. Sure, it felt nice to finally not be fussed over anymore, but this somehow weighed down on your shoulders more than being alone at the party would be. It was even worse knowing what followed fake dating was a fake breakup, you’d both achieved what you needed, so there really was no need for it to go on any longer. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t evidently grown used to his company, texts and affection.

Pulling your knees up to your chest you let out a big sigh, one that’s been tugging at you for a while.

“So, you think they bought it?” Staying seated you turned your head towards the direction of the voice, glancing at the person from underneath your lashes. Your stomach drops as you notice it’s Hyunjin.

“yeah,..” you hesitate for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of telling him your doubts, “go us,” deciding against it you offer him a weak smile.

“You must be tired, “ he sits down next to you, the swing lightly moving as he leans back, “want me to take you back?” “That’d be nice,” following as he gets up, “thank you.”

The walk back to your house is short and quiet, the house is dark, seeing as your parents were still at the Hwang house. They were the type to stick around until the very early hours of the morning, unlike you, who was knackered around 2-3am.

The dimmed lights on the porch light up, illuminating the walkway lightly. With reluctance you push open the front door, expecting a quick goodbye. It’s not until you turn around that you notice just how close Hyunjin has gotten to you, staring you down with a look you can’t decipher fully. Before you can speak up, he does;

“Huge shame this is fake,” his voice is breathy, forcing you to take a step back as he takes one forward, backing you up against the wall in the hallway. You stay silent, unable to move as your mind is going a mile a second, looking up at him like a deer in the headlights. Your body involuntarily shudders as his hand makes its way down your back, his tongue flickering across his lips, not once letting go of your gaze.

“Oh really?” the words come out before you kno wit, and in his eyes you see it’s just the confirmation he needs, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

- He does however, get really shy when you return the feelings. Undeniably feeling a bit giddy at your confession. He’s secretly a big softie.

- He’s very intuitive, caring and protective towards you; wanting you to feel comfortable and safe around him. 

- I feel like Changbin is someone who would show you off any chance he gets; bragging to friends and family about how great you are. 

- He would be someone to enjoy just hanging out with his S/O on the couch; fingers intertwined with yours as you lay on him. Feeling your warmth, your heartbeat and you chest rising makes him feel at ease, sometimes so much so that he’ll fall asleep on you.

- Another thing he really loves, is when you let him lay his head down on your lap, lightly raking your fingers through his hair and over his scalp. It soothes him and is guaranteed to knock him out almost instantly.

- He is the softest boyfriend; so kind and gentle. You’ll always feel loved, it’s one of his top priorities. There’s no lack of being told just how beautiful he finds you, or how proud he is of you for your accomplishments. 

- On the flip side, you too keep a close eye on him, making sure to often ask how he’s feeling. You know he has the tendency to overthink so you try your best to reassure that the ideas he has of himself sometimes just aren’t true. 

- You both enjoy taking time out to go for a walk in a newly discovered park or trail with kkami. It’s a peaceful activity that gives you both room to talk, or just walk in silence if that’s what you both desire in that moment. 

- Next to walks in nature, I feel like he’d also love to go out for late night adventures with you, kkami tagging along if he’s at home. There’s something so intimate in feeling like you two are the only ones out then and there. 

- Lots of photos! He likes taking pictures as keepsakes of the time he spends with you; his wallpaper is a picture of you and kkami in this large stretch of open field, kkami curiously sniffling at a bright yellow flower while you flash the camera a wide grin.

- Once you two do start dating, he takes on a caring and motherly role from time to time. And when you don’t have the energy to take care of yourself, he’s there. God, you could call him and say you had trouble sleeping and he would be there fast as lightning. 

- He loves taking care of you, it’s one of the ways he shows his affection towards you. After all, all he wants to do is to see you thrive and be happy by his side. 

- From time to time, things like this trickle into even the most mundane actions. 

- When you’re getting ready in the morning, he’ll brush your hair with a content smile as you melt into the way his hands softly rake through your locks. 

- He loves, loves, and i mean LOVES, the stereotypical first date dates. 

- He just loves the way you could get all excited going to an aquarium/zoo/museum, you two love running all over the place looking at all the different exhibits with goofy smiles on your faces. 

- I feel he’s also the type to buy a dumb picture of the two of you on a theme park ride where you’re both taken off guard by a drop or something. 

- And also the type to then go and show it to everyone because he thinks it funny.

- His confession is one with many nervous glances, stammering and blanking. You find it adorable, but all he can think of is how to get his confession out in one coherent sentence. 

- When you say yes to his confession, he’s dumbstruck, not quite knowing what to say now he’d gotten this far. And so, he stands there until you relieve the poor boy of his misery by kissing him. 

- He loves sharing his lyrics with you, moments like that; where you both are huddled on the couch, your legs splayed across his. Those are the moments he cherishes most, when the two of you can freely be. 

- His favourite moment had to be when the two of you were in the back of the car, your head resting gently against his shoulder as the two of you shared a pair of earphones. His hand gently holding yours, playing with your fingers as you drifted off to sleep. 

- Jisung is one big goofball, he loves making you smile, whether it is because he was clumsy or if the cause for your laughter had been one of his jokes. 

- He’s secretly a very romantic person, flowers, gifts, proper dates. It’s the whole package; he wants to give you what you deserve and that’s only the best. 

- you?? like?? him?? too??

- he’ll have a system error for a second before excitedly clinging to you, a bright smile adorning his gentle features.

- This boy will put SO much effort into your dates; he sees them as quality time for the both of you, time spent recharging with one of his favourite people to spend time with. 

- The dates range from a movie night in, to an adventurous hike along a beautiful nature trail. 

- His favourite dates, however, are the ones where you both go to a cosy cafe shop. You’ll both order something to drink alongside a sweet treat. Those are the dates where he really gets to admire you; face to face as you both try and expand your list of cafes tried. He gets to admire your smile, the way your eyes will sparkle when you talk about a treat you’ve taken a particular liking to.

- Another one of his favourite dates would be to bake things with you, he finds it especially adorable at how your face would brighten up when he’s gotten the recipe to one of your favourites perfectly right.

- Felix is a good partner, in the sense that he will support his S/O in all of their endeavours. He’s understanding and listens when you want a listening ear or offers advice when you ask for it. 

- He’s very fond of any kind of affection; felix is someone that really craves that contact with a significant other, it helps him feel comfortable and safe. If you share that sentiment, then get ready to be flooded with hugs, kisses and sweet words. 

- He loves it when you wear his clothes, it gets him all warm and fuzzy inside. In reverse, he also likes taking one of your hoodies from time to time, they make him feel safe, surrounded by your scent.