thinking about dating college!johnny and all the good things that would come along with it. tangled in sheets in the early hours. freshly brewed coffee in the morning. him peppering kisses all over your face when you’re pouty. doing your assigned readings in his lap whilst he games. getting drunk on cheap wine and confessing your love for one another. music playing from his record player whilst you fall asleep on his chest. him always making sure you’ve eaten on time and scolding you when you haven’t. turning up at your place at odd hours in the morning because he missed u. or maybe because he can’t sleep after you’ve fought and brings ice cream as his peace offering at 2am. snuggling into him, especially with the shitty heating in your flat. him knowing how cold you get and trapping your legs between his, offering for him to fetch you an extra blanket or maybe his hoodie. declining, whilst pulling him even closer to you and falling asleep peacefully.

college!taeil being in his final year, meaning he was cooped up in his dorm a lot, pulling all nighters to finish assignments and projects. you were worried for his sanity as his flatmate yuta had said he hadn’t left the vicinity of his room in a week. you took it upon yourself to coax him into spending some time with you but he’d decline since he had so much to do, promising to make it up to you, and you understood; being in the year below, your workload didn’t match up to his; but he still needed some rest. you baked him his favourite cookies and bought his favourite blend from his favourite coffee shop. when you knocked on his flat door, you heard his voice, shouting for yuta to get the door. yuta let you in, and himself out, since he had football practice. you walked towards his room, balancing the coffee and cookies in one hand, knocking softly. he’d start telling yuta to leave him alone, but you’d cut him off, letting him know it was you, pushing the door open. there he was, sat at his desk, amongst piles and piles of papers. you’d set the cookies and coffee on his bedside desk, his eyes silently following you before meeting yours. he’d stand up, asking you why you were here and if everything was okay you’d look away sheepishly, telling him that you simply missed him. his heart would melt, opening his arms out for you. you’d let him envelope you in his grey hooded arms and sit you on his lap as he positioned himself back into his desk chair. he’d tell you he missed you too, holding you tightly against him and stroking your hair in endearment. you’d stay like that until you would whisper that his coffee was getting cold and he’d tell you it was okay. you’d spend the rest of the evening and night perched on his lap, feeding him his cookies and coffee whilst he worked. he’d thank you by pressing kisses to your shoulder, which eventually lulled you into a sweet slumber, cuddling into his arm. it was 4am, he should probably sleep. he couldn’t get any work done with you snuggling into his arm either. he’d carry you to bed and put the blanket around you, pausing to clear up some of the papers. the sudden lack of warmth would wake you abruptly, poking your head up. you’d sleepily tell him to come to bed and he’d oblige, kissing your forehead.