make it so sweet.

i literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please? 

we promised to stay friends but we’re doing the same stuff we did when we were a couple and i don’t wanna point it out because i don’t want it to stop

listen i know i can’t just show up at your apartment at six in the morning but i need coffee and no one makes it like you do 

we broke up after i left and moved away and months later i find out you rushed to the airport to stop me but you were too late 

you keep calling me over to get rid of spiders from your apartment and i’m pretending i don’t know you’re not afraid of them at all because i miss you too

we keep showing up at all the same places separately because we’ve always had similar interests 

cop!au i’ve been undercover for months/years and i know i told you not to wait for me but i’m still in love with you and it’s killing me

or, i fell in love with you while i was undercover and i know you’re mad at me for lying but i have to go back to my old life (and i want you to be in it)

i know we’ve been broken up for a while but i still have those concert tickets and you’re the only person i want to share this with

i found the ring when i was moving my stuff out of your apartment and now everything makes sense

are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?

i’ve seen you hanging around my apartment and i thought it was because you missed me, turns out you’ve been using my wifi you asshole

i know you can’t cook for shit so i’ve been bringing you dinner every night, just, y’know, to keep you alive

i kissed you goodbye by accident - old habits die hard okay?!?!

roadtrip au where we need to save gas money so we take a long, awkward, tension-filled car ride 

instead of dividing up the CD’s, let’s play a drinking game to determine who gets what (it may or may not end in sex)

i was so sleep-deprived after the night shift that i climbed into bed with you (and you just rolled with it) 

you’re my emergency contact and i’ve been in an accident so you drop everything to come to the hospital 

soon to be divorced couple obnoxiously painting the walls wacky colours every time the other paints over it 

you’re pretending we’re still together because my relatives will disprove of the break up so you’re being all sweet it’s reminding me of why i fell in love with you in the first place

OH?  With  a  soft  hum,  he  leaned  back  slightly  and  raised  an  eyebrow,  studying  Seojin  with  a  look  that  hovered  somewhere  between  amusement  and  curiosity.  ❛  An  active  imagination,  ❜  he  repeated,  as  if  testing  the  words  on  his  tongue.  His  gaze  flitted  across  Seojin’s  face,  searching  for  a  clue  as  to  what  exactly  he  had  meant;  finding  none,  the  corner  of  his  mouth  quirked  upward.  ❛  That  can  be  a  gift,  ❜  Minkyu  began  slowly.  ❛  Or  a  problem.  depending  on  what  you  make  of  it.  ❜

It impossible not to mirror that involuntary grin of his. "Okay?" Yuna echoed, letting out a soft, amused chortle as she walks towards Hyeok still with the similar eagerness. She tilts her head whilst her eyes scanning the fit of the denim over his shoulders before meeting his gaze. "Hyeok, you look way better than just 'okay.' It actually suits you perfectly."

noticing the playful edge to her features, the male rose both his brows and lifted them in confusion. that was, until her hands met the top two buttons of the article and her shyness and abrupt pull sway made it difficult not to chuckle. they were both dancing around silly things as if they were first loves with no previous experience on how dating worked. approaching yuna, he cupped her face in his hands and leaned down to peck her lips. “what is with you being so shy right now?” he pointed out in a soft and interested tone.

she shook her head to deny that the dress gave her pressure. "i love it, it makes me feel cute - not that i am calling myself cute, mind you" she does not want to appear conceited just yet and she's pretty sure his gestures may have attracted some bystander's sight to watch them being touchy with each other and for once, yuna does not mind that people are staring at them because hyeok is definitley making her feel all fuzzy inside and she likes that. she likes this. she likes them and she loves him. "mhm, just give me a moment" with that briefly leaves Hyeok's side to get back the denim shirt she had pulle out earlier.

his thoughts churned as hyeok shrugged on the denim long sleeved tee upon his form, fixing it against his dark shirt beneath. examining himself for a moment, he began to button up the shirt, just to check the difference between leaving it open with a neutral color beneath. or, perhaps hyeok looked better with it completely fixed up? as the last button was done, his lips curved and he pressed his hands flatly upon the material, smoothing it out. now, hyeok's pulled from his thoughts because yuna's voice hit his ears, an involuntary grin marking his face and planting itself firmly there.

despite the way she presented herself as holding the reigns tightly, it's hard to deny that this, too, was having the effect of the both of them almost slipping, sliding, into something that they didn't dare name. because perhaps they were hoping it'd become a little bit too deep, a little too late for them to BACK DOWN from. it's why she reminds her that she has the key, that she knows the corners of her own spaces as well as her own, as space and a privileged that they'd carved out for themselves long before they'd gotten around to taking off their clothes. smudging the lines like this had her wondering when this had all really started, if she's being honest, or if she'd gone and done something wicked and allowed parts of her heart to get sold off for parts to her long before she'd cut the cord with her ex...

there's a little giggle. "hajoon loves me the most and you're just JEALOUS~" she teases, she laughs! with a lightness that helps her find her muchness at the core of her, a needed thing for conversations such as this, weighted as they were with emotional baggage. and why, it felt particularly important that haneal answered of how sure she was. and it's like... perhaps she was the one over-complicating things. assigning caution here, because there was actually something here to lose ; her heart. and wasn't that the damnable thing? she knew that the other woman would have taken care of it, more so than most anyone would have thought to. if asked, she likely would have done that for most anybody, angelic thing that she was, but... no. she knew there was something special in the way she says it to her now.

and it's not fair. to hold the knife to her throat and demand that she ask no questions, despite how guiltily she hung onto her. like please don't leave, and i'm so sorry rolled all into one, as if her feelings were the curse that she'd brought into this. as if this also weren't so terribly predictable, the very thing that other friends, when they started noticing how the two were acting around one another on top of her usual overly-touchy self... that she was the one saying it wasn't all that crazy or serious and everyone else was giving her looks, like OH, when you catch on... and alice, she was playing ignorant, as if everyone around them wasn't checking in, noticing, waiting to see them realize it... she isn't stupid. in fact, alice liked to think herself the perceptive type, she just... didn't like looking too deep into the mirror. you never knew on which side you might wake up...

her brave, brave girl, soldier type, surprising her. pulling her in, and settling her on top of her lap, alice's brows raising with a kind of game grin that said she was really up to try anything in the right moment. "you might not be afraid for you... but i am..." and maybe that was the worst truth of them all. that she knew herself too well, and knew as well that she was not worthy, not good enough, not what she needed in wholeness and in truth. because she was a fun time, a good time, but was she able to handle it all for a long time? that part remained UNTESTED with her, and what if they got it wrong? distracted, at once, with that kiss, that demand, she laughs with that thrilled delight that catches at the back of her throat when she acts up like this.

"brat~" she doesn't seem to mind it, nuzzling against her, feeling her move a little lower, damn. "if you do this you'll miss on eating anything before you get to dessert." that laugh, as if it mattered now, she got her by the hand ; come on, and come with me. maybe she didn't have ALL THE ANSWERS, or even much of any to add, she knew at least that if she wanted to play dangerous with the bet she was making, who was she to play interference? she didn't want to be anything close to parent to her, the concern that she would have brought as a friend, selfishly set to the side. maybe everything might burn to pieces but hey, when was it that she didn't enjoy a little problematic fun along the way? "guess we're both skipping snacks~"

her dark amber eyes simply watched alice a long moment in silence. was she scared because she was broken hearted herself? or, was she worried she’d be someone to break haneul’s? contemplating this, the blonde ran her fingers through her long locks, eyes still awash with alice’s. “you say that like i’m in danger, but when i’m with you is when i feel safest.” haneul expressed with a genuine string to her words, despite her volume falling lower. reeling alice tighter into herself, she cupped both sides of her face and leaned up to leave an affectionate kiss on the other’s forehead.

it wasn’t difficult for the conversation to shift with haneul’s courage and she smiled against her affection’s silky skin. pulling back, her own lips twisted into a subtle smirk. “who said we couldn’t have it afterwards~?” with that question, she let her thumb brush the side of alice’s lips, eyes flaring with excitement in her direction. what did haneul expect if not for a night in alice’s bed with her? it was much to easy to get lost in those eyes of hers, despite the bright sapphire lenses she wore. “i guess not..” her teeth sank into her lower lip briefly, heart already kicking up a notch.

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streams of the sun filtered through the blinds with a faint glow invasive to the bedroom. haneul hadn’t known how long she’d been awake, being so wrapped up in the gentle sound of alice’s breathing. she was entirely comfortable where she lay, snuggled in as close to her friend’s back as she could physically get, one arm loosely draped around alice’s midsection and one leg tangled around one of the other’s. remaining as still as possible, haneul wanted to drench herself in moments like these; quiet, comfortable, private, untouchable. nothing outside the room existed to her, only the paced breathing next to her and the entire scent of alice coating haneul from head to toe.

it wasn’t just the act of being physical that haneul only enjoyed. there was nothing more satisfying than to wear some of alice’s clothes that fit just a bit too big on her, the warmth that lingered in the morning after, the chance to be soft with her and give alice as much attention and affection as she wanted or needed before leaving. for someone hurting, the blonde wanting nothing more than to help heal her open wounds in any way necessary. haneul’s arm around the other woman closed around her frame a bit tighter, if only to bask in more of her peacefulness. a few lingering moments later, however, the blonde felt a shift next to her, the mattress giving way to the movement.

But nothing—absolutely nothing—could have prepared her for the sudden, sweet sucker punch of Hyeok calling her that. Jagiya. The single word sent a sudden rush of heat straight to her cheeks. When was the last time anyone had called her that? And to say it so casually, so effortlessly? Crazy. If Yuna could have melted into the floorboards to hide her burning face, she would have. But that would mean Hyeok would be left in this mission all alone, and she desperately needed to pull herself together.

"You have a point… it really is something you'd wear for a proper night out" The vocalist agreed softly with a breathless hum all while trying to fan tone the rush of blood to her cheeks. She had been about to put the outfit back to find something closer to his actual preference yet her hand stopped when Hyeok presented her with a sundress. Yuna let out a light, breathless chuckle. It was a beautiful piece, though it was definitely her sister's style rather than her own. Still, looking from the fabric to the warm expression on his face, she thought… maybe a change of pace wouldn't hurt. "Thank you for thinking so highly of me" A tender smile scripted on her lips. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she had worn a dress just for the sake of it. "Give me a moment."

Stepping into the small changing stall, Yuna slipped out of her heavy clothes and let the soft, lightweight fabric of the sundress fall over her shoulders. It smoothed down her frame, hugging her waist gently before flaring out into a soft, airy billow. She stepped out of the stall and stood before the full-length mirror, blinking in slight surprise at her own reflection. The dress brought out a softness in her that she hadn't realised she was holding back.

“i—i think it-“ leaving the wall, he unfolded his arms and was about to approach yuna to offer some affection and reassurance about how gorgeous and stunning she really looked but she seemed distracted. turning his face to watch her scurry off, he scratched his head a moment in confusion. it didn’t take long for yuna to return with an item and his face only lit up brighter, his own fingertips finding the material of the article smooth and comfortable.

grabbing her face with both of his hands tenderly, hyeok gave her a lingering, affectionate kiss. pulling back, he took her free hand into his and laughed quietly. “are you wanting to buy it so that i can wear it? or, is it so you can wind up borrowing it later on?” his question a teasing remark, cheeky grin claiming his lips then. “i love it.” pausing for a beat, he huffed out a small breath. “and i love you in this dress. it truly is a good color on you and if you were willing to wear it? we can have an afternoon lunch date or maybe a picnic when the weather is nice.” the smooth suggestion smaller in volume until he pressed his lips upon her forehead.