#82major fluff

The sun filtered through the curtains of your childhood bedroom, casting a warm glow over the familiar posters and stuffed animals that had survived the years. You'd known Yechan since you were toddlers, back when diaper changes and playground scuffles defined your world. Your families were close, practically intertwined, so it was no surprise that you two grew up as inseparable best friends—sharing secrets, late-night talks, and endless adventures. But over the last few months, something had shifted. Stolen glances lingered a little too long, casual touches sparked electricity, and the air between you hummed with unspoken tension. You'd catch yourself daydreaming about his smile, the way his laugh lit up a room, and worse, imagining his hands on you in ways that made your cheeks flush.

Today was no different, or at least it started that way. Yechan had shown up at your door with his usual easy grin, holding a bag of your favorite snacks from the corner shop you would frequently visit since high school. “Thought we could binge that new series,” he said, kicking off his shoes and flopping onto your couch like he owned the place. You laughed, settling beside him, your shoulder brushing his as you hit play on the remote. The snack were devoured quickly, wrappers crumpled and set aside, leaving you both leaning back against the pillows, legs tangled in that comfortable, familiar way.

As the episodes rolled on, the space between you shrank inch by inch. His arm draped casually over the back of the couch, fingers grazing your neck in what could have been an accident. But it wasn't. You felt it—the way his breath hitched when you leaned into him, the subtle shift in his posture as he pulled you closer under the pretense of getting comfortable. During a particularly tense scene on screen, you turned to comment, only to find him already watching you, his eyes intense and searching.

“Hey,” he murmured during a lull in the show, his voice softer than usual, laced with a nervousness you hadn't heard from him in years. You turned fully, meeting his eyes, those deep brown pools that had always held your gaze without judgment. Now, they burned with something new, something that mirrored the butterflies rioting in your stomach. “What's up?” you asked, though your heart already knew. The last few months had been torture—watching him laugh with friends, feeling a pang when he hugged other girls goodbye, wondering if he noticed how your hugs lingered too, how you'd started dressing up a little more when he came over.

Yechan swallowed hard, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his palm warm and slightly calloused from his recent gym obsession. “I've been thinking... about us. It's always been you and me, right? Against the world. But lately, I can't stop imagining... more. Like, what if we weren't just friends anymore?” His thumb traced your jawline, sending shivers down your spine, raising goosebumps on your arms. You nodded, words failing as the weight of his confession hung in the air. Leaning in, you closed the distance, your lips meeting in a tentative kiss that quickly deepened. It was soft at first, fluffy and sweet like cotton candy memories, his mouth warm and familiar against yours, tasting faintly of the spicy noodles you'd shared.

But the dam broke with a shared sigh. Hands roamed freely now, pulling you closer until you straddled his lap, the heat building between your thighs as you felt him harden beneath you. “God, I've wanted this for so long,” he whispered against your lips, his fingers slipping under your shirt to caress the bare skin of your back, tracing the curve of your spine. You moaned softly, grinding down against the growing bulge in his jeans, the friction igniting sparks that made your core ache with need. His free hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, tongues sliding together in a slow, exploratory dance.

Clothes coming off in a hurry—your shirt tossed aside, revealing your lacy bra that you'd picked out hoping for a moment like this. His eyes darkened as he drank you in, then his own shirt followed, peeled off to expose the toned chest and abs you'd admired in secret for years, the faint trail of hair leading down to his waistband. He kissed down your neck, nipping at your collarbone with his teeth, leaving light marks that made you gasp. His hands cupped your breasts through the fabric, thumbs circling your hardening nipples until you arched into him. “You're so beautiful,” he breathed, unhooking your bra with surprisingly steady fingers and lowering his head to take one peak into his mouth. He sucked gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud while his hand kneaded the other breast, pinching lightly to draw out your whimpers.

You couldn't wait any longer. Your hands fumbled with his belt, the metal clinking as you yanked it open, then popped the button on his jeans. He lifted his hips to help you shove them down along with his boxers, freeing his cock—thick and hard, veins pulsing under your fingers as you wrapped your hand around him and stroked slowly from base to tip. A bead of pre-cum slicked your palm, and Yechan groaned low in his throat, his hips bucking up involuntarily. “Please,” he begged, eyes dark with raw need, his voice rough. “I need you...”

You shifted, kicking off your shorts and panties in one swift motion, your pussy already slick and ready. Guiding him to your entrance, you sank down slowly, inch by inch, both of you crying out at the stretch, the exquisite fullness as he filled you completely. He felt perfect, like he'd always belonged there, stretching your walls in the best way. For a moment, you stilled, savoring the connection, his hands gripping your hips as he fought for control.

Then you started moving, riding him with instinctive rhythm, your bodies syncing up from years of knowing each other's every quirk. Grinding your clit against his pubic bone with each descent, pleasure building in waves. His hands guided you, fingers digging into your flesh as he thrust up to meet you, driving deeper. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he panted, his voice breaking on a moan. The room filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin, your shared gasps and groans, the wet slide of his cock plunging in and out of your soaked pussy.

He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him, changing the angle so he hit that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. His mouth found your breast again, sucking hard while one hand slipped between you to rub tight circles over your clit. The dual sensations overwhelmed you, pushing you closer to the edge. “Yechan... I'm close,” you whimpered, nails raking down his back, leaving red trails.

“Come for me,” he urged, his thrusts growing erratic, hips snapping up harder. It built quickly, that fluffy affection from your shared history twisting into raw, primal passion. You shattered first, clenching around him with a shuddering cry, your pussy pulsing as orgasm ripped through you, juices coating his length. Yechan followed seconds later, burying himself deep and spilling hot cum inside you with a guttural groan, his body tensing as he rode out the waves, holding you tight against his chest.

Afterward, you collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and sated, breaths mingling as you came down from the high. His arms wrapped around you in that same protective hold from childhood, one hand stroking your hair gently. “This changes everything…” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your temple, trailing light pecks along your cheek. You smiled, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with your fingertip, feeling the steady thump of his heart. “For the better,” you replied, nuzzling into his neck. The show still played forgotten in the background, but neither of you cared. As you drifted into lazy contentment, wrapped in each other's warmth, you knew the last few months of building tension were just the beginning of something deeper, more intimate—a new chapter in your lifelong story.

whenever you’re with him, you suddenly let your guard down and stop being aware of your surroundings. thankfully he has eyes where you don’t and manages to save you from your clumsiness. he can’t help but smile when you look up at him to apologize for the mess you made only to shy away from his gaze.

extremely good listener

being around yechan makes you feel talkative because of how talkative he is, whether you’re introverted or extroverted you end up talking more than you’re used to. he happens to be a very active listener so you can tell he’s listening but a lot of the time you’re not sure if he’s actually paying attention to what you’re saying.

“i’m convinced i could out sing mariah carey.” you once told him as you stood together by the bus stop.

he was right in front of you, wrapping your scarf perfectly around your neck, he glanced at your eyes for a second before speaking.

“for sure!” you couldn’t help but but roll your eyes at the sarcasm in his tone. his lips curved up into a soft smile as he watched you pout till the bus arrived.

while there were times like that, you would also sometimes be surprised by the things he’d remember from your occasional blabbering sessions. he’d make sure to remind you of the most absurd things you’d said, just to watch your confusion and denial.

prankster

one thing about being with yechan is you have fun, even when the jokes are at your expense— which they usually are. it’s probably one of his favorite things to do, teasing you whenever he gets the chance. he’ll pull lighthearted pranks on you, just to end up being the one to comfort you after.

he’d be the type to take you to an amusement park, make you go on the haunted house ride, only to end up joining the actors in scaring you. he’ll use that experience to make fun of you for the next couple weeks till he comes up with something new. if you ever get grumpy because of one of his jokes, he’ll give you a soft kiss promising to not do that one again.

soft touch

since he’s very into physical touch, his hands wander a lot around your body whether it’s subconsciously or knowingly. he likes touching you in a very light, delicate manner on sensitive parts of your body, just letting his fingers trail across your skin. depending on where he touches you, he likes the different reactions he gets.

mostly when your cuddling in bed, he traces circles on your belly lightly with his fingers, listening to your light giggles. from your belly, he either goes up to your chest or downwards between your legs, but either way your laughing turns into panting.

likes taking you by surprise

you never really know what to expect with yechan, things can go very quickly from zero to a hundred when you are with him. you don’t dislike the thrill of it all but you sometimes wish you could know in advance what he was planning.

especially when you’re outside together, he likes teasing you with words he knows you’d like to hear, watching your face turn red as you stare at him wide eyed.

“you look so cute when you’re embarrassed, i just want to tease you more.” he’ll whisper into your ear. the slight frown on your face only makes him smile because he can see the hint of excitement in your eyes.

he’ll bring your attention back up to his face with a soft spoken “y/n”, and as soon as your eyes meet you feel his hand on your cheek. his eyes fixed on your lips as he leans forward, pressing your lips together, kissing you restlessly ignoring the public aspect of it. he’ll kiss you like that till you get lost in it, your cold breath pacing as he pulls away, just enough to get you work up.

rough after hours

despite being an overall gentle person with you, he tends to loose that aspect of himself when you get intimate. he gets very rough when it comes to the act, not in a violent way, he just makes a mess out of you. you end up with your head spinning by the end of it, your legs completely numb and possibly pass out from the pleasure.

he’ll use you like a toy, but still make sure you get your pleasure out of it as well. his favorite part is watching your face as you get more and more needy, listening to your screaming and begging, when he teases you sensitive spots.

They had reached flow state, the younger boy coming and going between the recording booth and checking whatever Seongmo had on screen, little advancement being done in the older's verse before Seongmo deciding it had been enough for him, abandoning you two in favor of going to take a nap, probably. Yechan, ever so resilient, promptly takes his spot in the computer, going back to writing his verse.

Silence falls again within the both of you, filled with the fiddling of the boy and the typing of your keyboard, mumbling could be heard while you both worked on your tasks.

Every so often, your eyes would linger to the boy, catching a glimpse of his figure before going back to your assignment. He had always been attractive, you knew that, but there was something so hot in seeing him so in his element, thought you refused to acknowledge it, at least for now.

That little routine was interrupted, his voice cutting through the silence. You were nowhere near ready for the words that would come out of his mouth.

"I got a big tongue, okay, wish you would like Face Time, yeah Vuitton on screen, okay, big backed, all my bros, yeah Look at my neck, yeah, kiss all on my face, yeah What you want more of diamonds or them pearls, yeah?"

It was more of a mumble, not a fully said sentence, but enough to throw you off your feet. The look on your face must have been funny, considering the awkward giggle the boy let out.

"What? It's not that bad" he defends himself, as if he had offended you somehow, as he turns to look at you.

"I never said it was bad" you shrug, trying to act unbothered, getting your attention back to your computer.

"Your face did," he adds, "you went all like" he says, his face contorting in a funny manner, probably mirroring your expression.

"I was just caught off guard" defending yourself from such accusations.

"Wow," Yechan starts, hand going to his chest, probably getting ready to start his next big bit, dramatic expression on his face "Never took you for a puritan"

"I'm not!" you groan, hands covering your face in exasperation "I just didn't expect your first words after twenty minutes of silence to be i got a big tongue" you say, peeking in between your fingers.

"Well it's not a lie" he shrugs nonchalantly, sticking his tongue out, as if teasing you. You decided not to dwell on it.

"Debatable"

"No its not, its a fact" he teases, winking at you.

"Just because you say it doesn't mean its a fact" the nonchalant act you tried to keep on could only last for so long, even more when you could feel his eyes bore into your side.

"Would you like to test my theory then?"

"What are you even on about?" the laptop is closed shut, and you looked at him in probably a similar way to earlier, i.e, as if he had grown a third head. not even a second.

"Common, aren't you curious?" he teases, fully facing you now, legs spread as if inviting you. This didn't feel like all the other times he had "fake" flirted with you, this read strangely real. It wasn't like when he acted like a cartoon dog, or wolf whistled as you entered. It was more private, more personal.

"It seems like you are more curios than I am" you say, as if trying to convince him it wasn't plaguing your thoughts.

"Oh definitely" he says, as if its the most common thing to think about your best friends tongue (and what they can do with it) "Doesn't it interest you at least a little bit?"

"No? we are friends. I don't think about kissing my friends" liar. You did think about it, or you did think about him, to be more specific.

"Only friends? you wound me pretty" once again, Yechan was back with his dramatic antics, almost falling of his chair due to the extreme wounded pose he decided to throw. "I thought we were way past the friend stage"

"Okay, best friends" you retort, going back to typing away, as if that will make the heat on your cheeks calm down. You should have known better than to entertain Yechan when you knew damn well just how shameless he could be, even more when he can get the satisfaction of making you squirm.

"And who says best friends don't kiss"

"Logic," once again, trying to cut him off, barely anything good came out of joining his banter, usually you could see the proof of this in the dares the guys ended up looped in, you should know better by now. "besides the multiple movies and books about it,"

"I think if anything they show why it is a good idea" he comments, shrugging his shoulders.

You look at him once again, and maybe its his way of talking, or the way hes looking at you. Maybe its the lingering touches, the knowing stares, and the random comments from everyone about how you two should date, your mutual friends calling you a match made in hell. Maybe it's Keeho calling you sister in law. Who knows,you never where the best at choice making.

"What do I get out of it?"

"A boyfriend, if you want" Damn him, and his pretty face and nonchalance, "Or at least a good kiss"

"not a word to anyone about this" and the shit eating grin that took over his features did more than enough for you to realize it was not worth it, but alas, it was too late to back out.

"No promises."

You stand up, walking until you are standing between his legs, him not making an effort of standing up, but his hands waste no time making home of your waist.

You let your eyes linger, appreciating the way his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was doing the same thing with you, the slope of his nose, the plump of his lips. It was unfair, really, how attractive he had always been.

Even more attractive when hes looking at you like you are all he could ever want, ready to eat you up. Maybe best friends could kiss, who cares about rules anyway.

He presses his lips to yours, and the sigh you let out should shame you. He uses it to his advantage, letting his tongue explore your lower lip, tasting you as he tries to take advantage, get more. One wouldn't think his competitive nature would translate to every aspect of him, but you weren't willing to let him win, fighting for dominance, even if that ended with you perched across his thighs.

You had known, really, that you had the loosing cards from the beginning,But that didn't mean you weren't planning to put up a worthy fight. You would make that man crumble even if its the last thing you did (feeling the way his hands started to get adventurous from their place on your waist, it wouldn't be the only thing you would do tonight, it seemed). You couldn't let him get the upper hand, wasting no time in raking your nails down his chest, feeling the hard muscle tense up under your touch, the groan he lets out making it worth it.

"Does this mean you will buy me diamonds?" it's the only thing you can think to say when you pull apart to get some air, admiring his flustered state.

"I knew you liked the song." and there it is again, that damned smirk.

• He would totally be the yapper of the relationship.

“Today we started learning the choreo for our comeback and it’s insane. Like, I was struggling to catch my breath. Then, after practice…” He always told you about his day, without sparing any detail.

His yapping sessions could happen over the phone or wrapped in his arms at his dorm or at your apartment; it all depended on his busy schedule.

You loved listening to him, a soft smile adorning your face every time.

• Would always find a way to cheer you up when you feel stressed or under the weather.

• Most of the time he would be his silly and energetic self but tones it down when the situation requires it.

• Loves your attention, so he would pout when he doesn’t have it.

“Are you almost done?” Yechan asked with a pout on his face and arms crossed. He had been waiting for almost an hour for you to finish some work you were supposed to complete that day.

“Just give me 10 minutes, love.” You kissed his cheek and gave him an apologetic smile.

You were working on a very important presentation for a project you were sharing the following day and on top of that you had to respond to some emails as well.

Lucky for you, the first task was in pairs, so you just had to copy and paste your coworker’s information into the document and that was that. Your last one was quick and easy, so you were actually done in those 10 minutes.

You sighed and stretched upwards.

Turning around in your chair, you saw that your boyfriend was propped on his elbow, looking at his phone with the same expression as before.

You walked towards him, letting yourself fall on top of him. Action that caught him by surprise and made him drop his phone.

His arms wrapped around you almost immediately while you kissed him all over, making him a giggling and blushing mess.

“Now I’m all yours, my drama king.”

• He wouldn’t normally care about the small age gap that you have but from time to time might get a little insecure that he’s not “mature” enough for you.

“Do you sometimes wish that you were with someone your age or older?”

He asked one day as you had your head laying on his chest while playing with your hair. It was uncommon for him to express that kind of thought. But it only seemed to happen once every couple of months, especially when he felt he was a little too immature for you.

And it’s not like the age difference was huge; it was just two years and a half.

“Why would you think that?” You turned your head to look at him.

“I don’t know, it’s just… I feel like sometimes I’m not mature enough.” He closed his eyes. “I make a lot of jokes and I tend to not take a lot of things seriously, and-“

“Honey, stop.” You turned to look at him. “You ARE mature. You are very empathetic, an incredible listener and you give very wise advice.”

“Really?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I trust in you the most; you always know what to say. So please never think that again, alright? There’s no one better for me.”

“I love you.” He kissed your forehead and hugged you tight.

“I love you too.”

• His love language is definitely quality time.

• He’s not the biggest fan of pda, but in private, he’s definitely handsy.

“Are you even sure you’re dating? I’ve only seen you guys hold hands.” His members would tease him so hard.

“You don’t want to see how’s he in private.” You laughed.

“Is he clingy?” Seongbin asked curiously.

You nodded. “Very.”

“Now this is good info.” Seongmo smiled mischievously.

“Just don’t tease him a lot, remember that I’ll have to deal with the consequences of a pouty Yechan.”

“I can’t make any promises, Y/nnie.” The black haired chuckled.

• A big cuddler, really likes being the small spoon. He feels protected and safe.

• He has you saved under a silly nickname on his phone.

“What’s your name for me on your phone?” You were sitting on the couch watching tiktok when curiosity struck you.

“You don’t want to know.” He smiled, looking a little nervous.

“Why? Is it embarrassing or something?” Now you were definitely curious.

“Could be taken as that.”

“Just tell meee.” You batted your lashes cutely at him.

“Don’t look at me like that!” He covered his eyes dramatically. “You know I can never resist you when you make that expression.”

“Honeeeey.”

“Okay, fine. It’s… My sweetie pie.”

You burst out laughing.

“That’s so cute, a little cheesy, but cute nonetheless.”

• Will always remind you that he loves you and that you don’t need to do everything by yourself, that you can rely on him even if he’s younger than you.

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Swinging the door open, you see your boyfriend standing there wearing a cheesy smile on his face, doing everything he can to resist scooping you up in a hug. There’s a plushie in one hand and a bouquet of your favorite flowers in the other. The plush is one you’ve been eyeing for a while now, having pointed out how cute it is whenever you go out to the shops with Seongil.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says sweetly before walking through the doorway and opening his arms, welcoming you into a warm embrace.

The soft material of his sweater makes his arms around you feel even cozier. You can’t help but nuzzle your face into his chest as he affectionately squeezes you. When you look up at him he already has his eyes set on you with a slight blush on his cheeks. His eyes hold a sense of adoration that only comes out when you’re in his sight.

Yechan

Yechan spent most of the day within the confines of his studio. His eyes glanced at the digital clock at the bottom of his screen just about every five seconds, counting up the minutes until 6 o’clock. He was antsy— anxious to be at home with you, cuddled up in bed with your favorite show on and doing anything but watching the screen.

Valentine’s day with Yechan was always calm and laid back. The two of you would order food, change into your comfiest pajamas, and do whatever you felt like until late into the night. This might sound like most lazy date nights with Yechan, but this lovely day has an exception where he’d spoil you even more than he usually does.

When you ask for an extra blanket, he’s already placing one ontop of you. When you look at him for kisses, he’s already reaching forward to give you one on the cheek. And when you ask him for more than that he already has you straddling his lap, ready to shower you in affection. It’s no surprise that he knows you like the back of his hand. He knows how to read you and give you what you want without you having to lift a single finger.

You absolutely don’t mind being treated so well, and he wouldn’t mind turning everyday into Valentine’s Day.

Seongmo

Sitting hunched over his desk, Seongmo crosses out a line of words from his notebook. Frustrated and worn out, he huffs and puts down his pen in defeat. Writing lyrics are a breeze to a musician like him, but writing you a love letter proved to be the most difficult task in the world. His feelings for you wouldn’t be able to fit into a full album, let alone one letter.

Seongmo sighed and spun in his deskchair a few times before spotting his phone on the bed. Feeling his stomach growl, he contemplated calling you up and getting fast food from that place you like.

“Ah, fuck it,” Seongmo grabbed his phone off his bed and called you. As expected, you agreed happily, especially knowing it’d be his treat.

Riding in Seongmo’s car with the windows rolled down, a slushy in one hand, and your favorite song playing— you couldn’t ask for a better valentine’s day. Seongmo, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. He glanced over at you every now and then, looking so happy and cute munching on food between singing lyrics. It felt wrong to go and ruin this mood with his silly confession.

Before the song ended, Seongmo queued up another, one that’d conveyed exactly how he felt about you.* Nodding your head along to the melody, you looked over to your friend who had been unusually quiet. As the car stopped at a red light, you finally broke the ice.

“Whatcha thinkin’ so hard about?”

The sound of your voice breaks Seongmo out from his daze. He hesitates before facing you, the pink of his cheeks deepening into a slight red.

“You.”

[*Adore You by Riaan]

Seongbin

Seongbin had been anticipating today for way too long now. As your best friend, he’s spent many Valentine’s Days with you. It was this year that he finally decided that he’d no longer stand on the side as you spilled your heart out to those who didn’t reciprocate your feelings. This year was going to be different. This time he would be the one to confess to you.

He stood in front of your door nervously teetering from side to side. Seongbin bit his lip as he mentally rehearsed his confession. His palms felt clammy, his clothes felt itchy, and worst of all he couldn’t get rid of the butterflies in his stomach. Wanting to look good for you, Seongbin had dressed up a bit, having dug through his closet for a nice button up and sweater vest. No matter how well put his outfit was though, it wasn’t nearly enough to conceal his nervous demeanor. When he finally knocked on your front door, he was surprised to see you open it immediately.

“I was expecting you to ring the doorbell,” you said smiling at him.

“Wha— oh.” Seongbin looked down at your doorbell, the one with a camera. You had watched him stand at your front door for ten minutes as he practiced his confession over and over again, both outloud and in his head.

Seongbin scratched the back of his head shyly, looking at the floor before meeting your eyes. Holding out the box of chocolates to you, he blushes.

“Do I still have to say it? I like you.”

Seokjoon

Seokjoon squints at the camera, its flash blinds him for a split second.

“Are we almost done yet?” he complains before quickly repositioning himself by your side before the next photo is taken.

“Almost! Don’t try to slip away yet!” you press the button of the remote once more, capturing the way Seokjoon looks at you with a raised eyebrow, doubting your statement.

Taking self portraits at a studio was always something you wanted to do with Seokjoon. After doing some research, you had to drag him and his model-like features to take some romantic pictures on Valentine’s day. Luckily for your boyfriend, it would just be the two of you present in the moment rather than being in front of a photographer. This was the perfect opportunity for you to capture Seokjoon’s romantic side without him getting completely camera shy!

As your session came to a close, Seokjoon suddenly became more confident in his poses, leaning in to nuzzle his nose with yours and leaving kisses on your cheek. For the last pose, he took the remote from your hand, insisting he’d be the one to help pose you for the photo.

“Go ahead and close your eyes for me,” he suggested.

You did so, but not before questioning him, “Why? You’re not gonna leave me here by myself, are you?”

Seokjoon laughed at your suspicion and reassured you that it wasn’t a prank. Deciding to play along, you anticipated what he’d ask you to do next. Seokjoon smiled to himself before pressing the button on the remote, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. By the time you processed what was happening, Seokjoon had already pulled away, beaming proudly at the screen that displayed your shared kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Dogyun

You couldn’t imagine spending Valentine’s day any other way. Sat at your favorite spot under the tall oak tree, you had laid out all of the things you needed to have the perfect picnic date with Dogyun. It was only a matter of time before he would arrive at the park to meet you.

Eyeing the candies and snacks you had prepared, you reached out to pick at a slice of fruit before hearing a distant voice call out to you. Dogyun was at the edge of the sidewalk making his way to you with that silly smile of his. He was dressed comfortably yet his outfit still matched with yours. In his hands were a basket of baked goods and a neat bundle of pretty flowers.

“Sorry I came late. They were making a fresh batch of your favorite bread, so I had to get you some,” his voice was warm and sweet to your ears. Setting down the gifts, Dogyun sat down next to you and immediately cuddled up into your side. Your hands instinctively went to run through his hair, a soothing habit for the two of you.