the girl

‘oh, yeah i did. it’s in that drawer.’ he stated, motioning over to the place he just mentioned. you took a look in that direction, then back at him. 

the aforementioned drawer in which the mixer was currently situated was the one just conveniently out of your reach. 

yudai saw your disappointed face and couldn’t hold in his laugh, almost as if it was the funniest thing he had ever done — all meanwhile you stood there, surprised at how an almost thirty year old man could still pull pranks as stupid as this one.

‘will you get it down for me now that you’ve executed your brilliant prank?’ you mumbled, arms crossed over your chest as you stared up at him.

‘hm’ he hummed, seemingly deep in thought for a few long seconds. ‘i might need a kiss or two to convince me.’

you sighed but went for it anyway — leaning closer to your boyfriend, feeling his hand sneak to your waist as you gave him two quick pecks, both on the lips. but that didn’t seem satisfactory to yudai, the man shaking his head. 

‘i think i require a few more. maybe five will do?’ he said, voice laced with humour as he stared down at you.

‘you’re impossible.’ you mumbled.

‘and yet you love me.’

this time it was him who leaned closer, giving you better access to his lips in the process. you closed the gap swiftly, counting each kiss in your head. upon the fifth one, right as you were about to pull away, yudai deepened the kiss — doing so with practiced ease, hand pulling your body closer to his. 

normally, you wouldn’t have fallen for his antics. but this time, you decided to humour him — your large sized boyfriend with the heart of a kid. 

MURATA FUMA <𝟑 .ᐟ

with each passing second, you were growing more and more frustrated with murata fuma’s existence. or, to be more precise, with his ability to be good at everything.

especially video games.

the two of you were sitting on the carpet, backs resting against the sofa, controllers in hand as you both stared at the tv screen, trying your best to pass the level you were currently at. problem was, this game was supposed to be played by two people — which meant joint efforts, needing both players to do their parts to pass. and you were not having a particularly good day. 

‘why is this game so fucking hard?’ you mumbled to yourself, fingers swiftly moving from the buttons to the thumbsticks as you tried hard to help fuma defeat the boss you were currently fighting. both of your characters had different tasks to do for it to be possible — it just so seemed your character’s task was that much harder. 

‘we can switch controllers, love.’ fuma’s voice was soft and melodic as he spoke, gaze switching from the tv to your frame for a second. ‘i have the easier task, maybe that’ll help us get through this one, hm?’

but your pride wouldn’t let you — so you shook your head in response, your grip on the controller just a tad bit tighter, posture suddenly straightened as you focused on the tv even more. and yet time after time, try after try, you just couldn’t get it right. so, with frustration filling your chest, you tossed your controller towards fuma. 

he gave you a warm smile before taking it in his hands, offering you his own instead, your fingers brushing against his as he handed it to you. the two of you locked back in almost immediately — wanting to get this boss fight over with once and for all. 

murata fuma, perfect at everything he ever touched, did the task you’ve struggled with for the past hour on his first try. and suddenly you didn’t want to play anymore. 

the screen went black, the game switching into a cutscene and your boyfriend immediately sensed your dissatisfaction. he shifted closer to you, putting the controller down on the floor, his hands reaching out to envelop you in his arms. you let him — feeling the smell of his cologne taking over your senses, his touch warm and comforting in this moment of frustration.

‘you still did amazing.’ he murmured, face nuzzled in your hair. ‘i’m proud of all your efforts, whether they brought in results or not.’

‘you could’ve left that last bit out, fuu.’ you said, looking at him with a frown on your face. fuma chuckled, leaning in to kiss you on the nose.

‘forgive me, my love.’ he mumbled. ‘just wanted to see that cute frown of yours.’

BYUN EUIJOO <𝟑 .ᐟ

‘do you have to copy me?’

euijoo, who currently sat across from you, only chuckled at your words — the paintbrush laying careful strokes on the ceramic, trying his best to make the design he envisioned in his head look as good as possible. he broke his focus for a second and looked your way, a smile forming on your face as he noticed your focused expression, eyes fixated on the mug you were currently painting. 

‘i’m not. you’re painting fish and i’m painting an octopus.’ he stated simply, eyes falling back down to his creation. ‘i’m afraid they’re completely different creatures, my love.’

‘they’re both sea creatures.’ you murmured, more so to yourself than to him, a sulky expression on your face as you continued painting. ‘you copied my terrain. copycat.’

‘it is actually quite a common theme when painting on ceramic.’ euijoo’s voice was still as calm as ever, hands working with precision. ‘even in that video we took the idea from, the lady was painting a dolphin. so, come to think of it, it is actually you who copied her first.’

normally, you would’ve ignored his comment and continued painting, or maybe hit him with a snide remark, continuing the banter between you and your boyfriend. this time, however, you decided to take a different approach.

you dipped your paintbrush in the blue paint prepared beforehand as the base of your drawing — then reached out to smear it all over euijoo’s cheek, a cold sensation against his skin. he looked up at you with surprise in his eyes, his expression quickly changing as he shook his head in disbelief. 

‘you’re unbelievable.’ his voice was soft and steady, almost serious; and yet you could still see the way his hand moved towards his paints, the way he was trying hard to contain himself from grinning. next thing you knew, your face was covered in paint too — a big, purple dot right in the middle of your forehead. 

from that moment on, it was an all out war — your ceramic mugs long forgotten, paintbrushes like swords in your hands as you tried your best at slashing your boyfriend and opponent with different shades of blue, different hues of greens and yellows. euijoo didn’t go down without a fight either: dealing precise, colorful attacks to your skin. 

you tried to catch him off guard, wanting your paintbrush to hit him directly on his nose and yet he was faster. euijoo caught your hand mid movement: stopping your attack before you were able to hit him, his eyes staring down at your smaller frame now standing mere centimeters in front of him. his plan for a counterattack was simple. 

a kiss — to plead an end to this colorful war, and a wordless apology for what had caused it.

WANG YIXIANG <𝟑 .ᐟ

the sink was filled with dishes — so many of them, in fact, that you were surprised you'd managed to accumulate this many. even more so when considering the fact that it was only you and nicholas living there. but alas, you had no time to spare for thinking and wondering about just how this mess came to life. it was better to take care of it right away and get it over with. 

unfortunately for you, your boyfriend seemed to have other plans. 

his arms were wrapped around your waist the moment you stepped in front of the sink, face nuzzling in the side of your neck as a low hum left his lips. you tried pushing him off, but to no avail — his grip was like a koala’s, wrapping around you with no intention of letting go anytime soon. 

‘nicho, i need to clean these up.’ you murmured, feeling his lips press gentle kisses against the side of your neck and collarbones. you tried taking a step forward, hands reaching for one of the dirty plates, his hold was far too strong to allow you to do so. ‘i’m being serious. if i don’t do it now, the pile will only grow larger.’

‘oh, but you cooked such a delicious dinner for us, angel.’ nicholas said quietly, his breath tickling your skin. ‘you deserve some rest. let’s have a nap, hm?’

‘but-’

‘no buts. i can see you’re tired.’ he stated, voice now more firm and yet still quiet and gentle in its own way, the man turning you around in his arms in one swift motion. ‘i’ll take care of the dishes when we both wake up, how does that sound?’

your gaze met his and nicholas couldn’t help but smile at the sight — the love of his life standing right in front of him, wrapped in his arms. a nod from you was enough for him to pick you up, one hand under your shoulders while the other rested under your knees. he carried you to your shared bedroom with ease, putting you down on the soft bedding carefully, the mattress slightly bending under your weight. 

he positioned himself next to you quickly, body gluing to yours the moment he laid down. nicholas let out a satisfied hum as he felt you nuzzle into his touch, his muscles immediately loosening as he let himself enjoy this moment of rest. his lips reached to plant a sweet kiss on your forehead before he closed his eyes, hands wrapping around your waist almost on instinct.

you didn’t even realise how quickly you dozed off to sleep — but when you woke up, the sink was empty, and all the dishes were squeaky clean.

NAKAKITA YUMA <𝟑 .ᐟ

when it came to classic romantic gestures in relationships, yuma wasn’t exactly the best. 

your relationship with him has been mostly built on a friendship you shared beforehand — and the same traits you shared when being just friends had transitioned into this new situation almost naturally. the daily banter, the rivalry in everything you two had touched, the neverending stream of snarky remarks made about one another (with love, of course). but despite all that, yuma knew when it was the right time to tone it down and change his behavior to cater to your mood — and when he’d seen you going through the most tiring week you could’ve possibly imagined, he knew it was the time to do just that. 

you came back to your shared apartment: exhausted and mentally drained, hoping for nothing more than some well deserved rest. the place was unusually quiet, especially considering that yuma was already home — which would usually be well known by the tv playing in the living room or the music blasting from the speakers. this time however, it was silence.

your first instinct told you that maybe he’d be late today, so you headed straight for the bedroom; the smallest smile on your face as you thought about finally getting to lay down, all your muscles painfully sore. you opened the door slowly but firmly, one hand on the handle while the other reached to take the few stray strands of hair away from your face.

and there you found him — your boyfriend, in your bed, waiting for you with a smile on his face and your favorite blanket in hand. the moment you saw him there, your world became a little brighter, the worries of the entire week suddenly disappearing into the void. 

he was there, waiting for you like a cat for its owner, already having made himself comfortable on the bed.

‘join me for cuddles?’ he asked, voice honey sweet and slightly nasally. you didn’t say anything — just plopped down on the bed right next to him, the soft mattress bending under your weight, yuma’s arms immediately reaching to wrap around you. his hands found yours, fingers intertwining in a sweet gesture as he nuzzled closer to you in an almost cat-like manner, humming in satisfaction at finally having you close to him. 

your muscles, previously tensed up, have finally relaxed — your body easing into his touch, an action as natural as breathing. 

‘thank you, yuma.’ you mumbled quietly, voice barely above a whisper. ‘i really needed this.’

‘i know, love.’ he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck. ‘you should get some rest now. i’ll run you a warm bath later, how does that sound?’

you turned your head just enough to look at him, eyes locking with his.

‘perfect.’

ASAKURA JO <𝟑 .ᐟ

your boyfriend was perhaps the most clueless boy you have ever met — especially so when it came to affection. 

maybe it could’ve been blamed on the fact that your relationship was still fresh: both of you were still learning the ropes of sharing a life together, of having someone so dear to your hearts. That might’ve been the reason. or maybe it was just the fact that asakura jo, god bless him, could only focus on one thing at once. 

and your need for attention just so managed to unfortunately overlap with his drawing time. 

you stared at him from the other side of the couch — admiring his side profile, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his brows furrowed just slightly when he was focusing, each stroke of his pencil intentional and almost calculated, as if striving for nothing short of perfection with his current drawing. jo, completely in his own world, didn’t even notice your gaze on him, nor did he notice that the movie you had previously chosen for yourself to watch has been paused. 

he felt the weight of your head resting on his lap, and only then did he actually avert his attention from his work in progress to you — eyes immediately softening upon meeting yours, lips curving up into a shy smile. 

‘need anything, my love?’ he asked, voice nothing above a whisper. you nodded and jo’s head tilted to the side just slightly. ‘oh, and what is it?’

‘you.’

the tips of his ears turned red in no time.

‘oh. i- i’m sorry, i didn’t realise…’ he mumbled, face heating up from embarrassment, gaze flicking from your face to the drawing, then back to you face. you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight — finding his sudden shyness the most endearing view in the world. 

you nuzzled closer to him. jo’s hand reached towards your hair — running his fingers through it and playing with the strands ever so gently, earning a satisfied hum from you. he smiled, almost unconsciously, like a habit reserved for whenever he’d spent time with you. you were his life’s joy, after all: it was hard not to smile whenever his eyes laid upon you. 

jo leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead: then another one to your nose, both of your cheeks, your chin, before finally ending it with a final, almost sickeningly sweet kiss on the lips. 

‘happy now?’ he asked, eyes catching yours. you thought about your answer for a while — making sure to make your expression as exaggerated as possible and earning a laugh from him.

‘not yet.’ you finally answered, shaking your head. ‘you might have to give me some more kisses.’

jo chuckled, his cheeks beautifully reddened. 

‘will do.’

SHIGETA HARUA <𝟑 .ᐟ

harua was fully, wholeheartedly sure that the facemasks he had bought would look cute on both of you. they had animal patterns, after all!

both of you have had a rough week behind you — with work and schedules so tightly packed you had little to no time to properly rest, you suggested an afternoon of unwinding. a calm, sweet way for the two of you to spend some quality time together, relaxing in each other’s presence all while recharging your batteries for what was to come next week. truly a perfect plan.

and yet the moment harua took his facemask out of its packaging, he could immediately tell something was off. the pattern showcased on the front of the plastic was in no way similar to the one on the sheet mask — in fact, it bore little to no resemblance to the animal it was supposed to represent. 

‘oh.’ he mumbled quietly, the facemask resting in his hands. ‘i expected it to look… different.’

you stared at the sheet mask in his hands, then at the graphic on the packaging — and bursted out laughing.

‘put it on, please.’ you pleaded, trying to hold in your laughter as much as you could. ‘i need to see it on you.’

‘only if you put yours, too.’ he argued. 

so you complied — the two of you ending up in facemasks with very poorly made designs of a cat and a bunny respectively, material headbands resting atop your heads to hold all your hair from getting in your face.

‘you can’t laugh.’ harua mumbled, trying to smooth out the sheet mask on your face. his fingers were gentle and his touch was light and careful. ‘you’re not supposed to move your facial muscles too much, or the mask will be uneven.’

‘i’m trying my best, rua.’ you said, forcing yourself to stop grinning at your boyfriend. the look in his eyes was serious — but paired with the pink headband and that atrocious face mask you just couldn’t treat him as such. ‘you just look like a moron. i can’t help it.’

even with his face currently covered in full by the face mask, you could still see the frown forming on his lips.

‘alright. no kisses for you tonight, then.’

‘oh, come on, that’s cruel!’ you argued, arms wrapping around your boyfriend’s frame as you latched onto him. ‘gimme just one. Please.’

‘no.’

‘pretty please.’

‘still no.’

‘extremely pretty please?’ 

harua looked at you — or rather at the cat facemask covering your skin — and smiled just slightly, the upcurve of his lips barely noticeable. but you caught it. 

‘see, i knew you’d agree!’

the boy sighed, smile not leaving his lips as he leaned in to plant a soft kiss on yours. after all when it comes to you, he’d always cave in eventually.

TAKAYAMA RIKI <𝟑 .ᐟ

you could feel the delicious smell of food from the moment you entered the apartment — the aroma spreading across all of the living room and kitchen area all the way to the hall, making your mouth water almost instantly.

oh, what a blessing it was to have a boyfriend who loves to cook.

taki was standing in the kitchen when your eyes finally found his frame. his back was facing you, the boy humming a quiet melody as he worked on something you couldn’t quite see, but could definitely feel the smell of. upon hearing your steps, he turned around immediately — his lips immediately curving up into a smile, eyes sparkling with excitement at the mere sight of his partner finally back at home. 

you gave him a quick, soft kiss, mumbling a quick ‘hello’ under your breath as you let taki wrap his arms around you, caging you in his presence with the warmest of hugs, one you waited for and thought of all day at work. it was your favorite part of the day — no matter what time either of you came back home, no matter how tired, you could always count on getting comfort and affection in the purest of forms. 

‘i’m making you food.’ he mumbled, motioning over to the pan currently on the stove. ‘it’s that recipe you said you wanted to try.’

‘i think i just fell even more in love with you.’ you stated, eyes sparkly with adoration and excitement. you leaned in closer, chest pressing against his as your lips touched his and taki couldn’t help but smile into the kiss — his hands falling lower and resting on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. 

taki allowed himself to indulge in this moment of pleasure, practically melting under your each touch as his lips moved against yours in almost perfect harmony. he led you towards the kitchen counter, your back resting against it as he caged you with his presence. 

and then he heard a weird, hissing sound coming from right behind him. 

‘shit, the food.’ he mumbled, quickly turning around towards the stove and turning it off. thankfully, the ingredients weren’t burnt — which you could see by taki’s reaction, a sigh of relief leaving his lips. 

you giggled slightly at the situation, watching the way taki checked whether nothing happened to the pan, whether no part of the food was even slightly overcooked. had that been the case, he would start everything all over again: after all, you deserved only the best. 

‘no kisses from now on.’ taki stated, trying to sound as serious as possible, even though he knew that if you tried kissing him again he wouldn’t stop you. ‘not until i’m done with the food, that is.’

you couldn’t help but smile — letting your boyfriend focus on his cooking, knowing you’d get all the affection you’d want once he’s done.

HIROTA RIKI <𝟑 .ᐟ

the sassy man apocalypse has been a nightmare spreading around at an alarming speed. it just so happened that your boyfriend maki might’ve been a victim, too — which became ever so apparent whenever he’d ask you to take his pictures.

‘you’re holding it at the wrong angle, ugh.’ he whined, changing his pose for the picture. you only chuckled at his antics, slightly adjusting the phone in your hands, looking at him in disbelief. ‘i love you to death, but i should ask nicho next time.’

‘okay mr. know it all, show me how you’d angle the phone then.’ 

maki obliged happily, taking his own phone out of his back pocket and showcasing the exact position he expected from you for best quality pictures, looking somewhat like an eccentric photographer trying to explain how to get his good side, how to make sure you don’t make him look even one inch shorter than he actually is. the instant switch between explaining and posing for the camera was almost comical, making you giggle at your boyfriend's actions — but you took the pictures the way he wanted to nonetheless. you decided to check them all once you’re at home, seeing as the weather was getting cloudy and the rain was just about to start. 

maki settled on the couch right next to you, arm mindlessly wrapping around yours as he stared at the pictures he had instructed you to take. they turned out… questionable, to say the least.

‘that angle is-’

‘terrible?’ you cut him off, lips already curving up into a satisfied grin because once again, you were right. or rather, to be more precise, he was wrong — which filled you with even greater joy. 

‘yeah.’ maki huffed out, the frown on his face deepening with each swiped picture, brows furrowing in annoyance at each failed attempt, each picture unworthy of gracing his instagram’s feed. he couldn’t help but sigh. and then he got to the pictures you took of him before his ‘brilliant’ directions threw you off your game. 

and god, were they perfect. 

you smiled proudly, straightening up on the couch as you carefully watched his reactions to each picture — the way he slowed down his swiping process, the corners of his lips tilting upwards ever so slightly so as not to give you too much satisfaction. his eyes drifted towards you for a quick second, then right back to your phone. you didn’t even have to say anything.

‘alright.’ he admitted, a defeated tone in his voice. ‘you’re good at taking pictures. sorry i doubted you.’

you giggled with triumph, giving your boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek. 

‘better thank nicholas?’ you asked playfully, nudging his shoulder.

‘yes.’ he mumbled, nuzzling closer into you, fingers intertwining with yours. ‘but don’t tell him that. he might kill me if he hears that.’

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you've got your arms crossed, refusing to look at him. holding your ground even after you internally acknowledged that, yeah, maybe giving cheol the silent treatment and the cold shoulder earlier was a liiiittle dramatic. but he was on his stupid work ipad for like the whole time you two were supposed to be enjoying a movie night together in the living room—you had your reasons.

“cheol, i said I’m not apologising," you repeated, still in your mood.

seungcheol exhales through his nose deeply, still looking at you with a look that's fond even if you're giving him high blood pressure right now. he's leaning against the kitchen counter after you stomped off to the kitchen and are now doing everything in your power to not look at him.

he attempted to reason with your snappy attitude, “baby, i just checked a few emails. i promise."

you rolled your eyes as you turned to him, making him fight letting out a small cocky chuckle. "you were on your ipad for the whole second half of the movie!" you answered back.

he reaches out and catches your waist when you try to walk past him with a soft and firm, "hey."

“let go. i don't wanna talk to you," you try to wriggle out of his grip and fail. keeping your head low so you don't make eye contact with your unfairly handsome and super annoying boyfriend.

obviously he doesn’t. he knows you too well to actually listen to whatever comes out of your mouth when you're like this. "wanna tell me why you're acting up like this, baby?" he says, so gently and patiently.

“i'm not acting up like anything,” you shoot back, chin tilting up, your glare meeting his gaze. “you're just-"

“i'm just what?” he continues, one eyebrow lifting.

you soften, head dipping low again after his eyes stare holes into yours. "you're being annoying..." you say quietly.

his hand slides from your wrist to your chin, tilting your face properly toward him this time. “mhm,” the hum rumbles through him lowly.

your stomach flips a little, but you stay defending your stance.

he huffs out a soft laugh, “stubborn girl,” he mutters, almost to himself as he taps your bottom lip lightly with the pad of his thumb.

you open your mouth to argue again but this time he leans in just slightly to interrupt you, “baby, don't push it,” eyes locked on yours. “i've been letting you pout and give me the silent treatment for over half an hour now."

you swallow but your pride’s still there. “so?” as you cross your arms over your chest.

“so,” he murmurs, "you either tell me what's actually got you wound up like this... or i'll make you feel very, very good until you forget it. hm?"

your breath stutters while you're still trying to look unimpressed. he smiles because he caught that. slow and knowing.

and he leans down, kissing your forehead sweetly as if he didn't just say that, and you could still feel that smug smile he had. "i swear, baby," he kisses your forehead again, "that i only checked a couple of emails," and he pulls back to look at you properly.

"but you're right. it could've waited til after, or tomorrow morning, hm?" his thumb brushed your cheek once. seungcheol tilts your face up a little more so he can kiss the corner of your lips gently, "'m sorry, pretty girl. my fault, i know it is."

and you go completely weak. how could you not?

you melt into him a little more, not fighting him as much as he kisses the attitude out of you.

"next time, talk to me. okay, baby?" he says between kisses to your lips. "want you to tell me when you feel upset. you hear me?" his warm hands now holding your waist like you're the most precious thing in the world while his series of i'm sorry kisses continued.

— toxic!dino who monitors pi cheolin on the daily and stalks him, despite the fact that he’s constantly at work. he still manages to find time to follow around pi cheolin.

— toxic!dino who would constantly victimize himself during an argument, prompting pi cheolin to be on his knees and apologize, tugging at dino’s trousers.

— toxic!dino who would cry every time pi cheolin got even slightly mad at him, which meant that he’d get comfort in the end.

— toxic!dino who would ghost pi cheolin after a date and then pretend that he was busy, just so he would continue to be interested and stay with him.

— toxic!dino who would pretend to be sweet, hugging pi cheolin from the back until he stops being mad at him and softens up.

— toxic!dino who would act cold and jealous on purpose whenever pi cheolin had a conversation with someone else, leading him to break ties with the person and apologize to dino.

— toxic!dino who KNOWS that pi cheolin thinks he can fix him, so dino pretends to improve and then suddenly revert his actions back to the usual.

— toxic!dino who even if he's in a contract marriage, does like pi cheolin and wants to be with him, forever.