#admin jinx

You smile at him, taking the gift, holding it to your chest. "Thank you, Jisung! You didn't have to get me anything, you know."

"I know," he says. "I'm sorry I didn't give it to you earlier. It's just that I remembered you mentioning to me that you were born at exactly three in the afternoon so..."

"Oh, you remembered that?" you say, your eyes lighting up in delight, making the boy in front of you bite his lip in an attempt to hide a smile. A nod was his only reply, not trusting his words at the moment. "Thanks, Jisung."

You suddenly remember the celebration your parents planned for you waiting at home, making you check your watch. "I'm sorry, I have to go now. Thank you so much for the gift!" you say, hurriedly. Without thinking, you press a kiss to his cheek before running off.

Jisung stood there, frozen, touching his hand to the cheek that you pressed your lip to. 'Did she really just....'

Your laughter makes him smile, but he's still confused. You calm down enough to talk replying, "You would never do that."

One of Jaemin's eyebrows raise in a question before his face turns serious. He leans towards you, your faces so close, your nose is touching his. "Or would I?"

You stare back at him, absolutely sure he wouldn't act the way his character did. This lasts for a moment before you burst into laughter once again, pushing Jaemin away playfully.

Chenle pulls you close as you start to cry, knowing about your anxiety. "Don't worry too much," he says, rubbing comforting circles on your back. "I'm sure you'll meet nice people there!"

Slow dancing at night with boyfriend!Ten.

~Admin Jinx °-°

Member: Ten

Genre: Fluff

Summary: At the end of the day, maybe all you need is a little dance.

Washing the dishes, you smile to yourself once you feel Ten wrap his arms around your waist in a back hug. You can faintly hear a song blasting from the living room's speakers, but the volume is put on too low for you to properly identify it. Ten begins humming along with the English lyrics as you continue washing the dishes when he whispers, "Dance with me, darling."

"You know that I can't dance, Chittaphon," you reply.

He reaches for the faucet to turn it off and he presses a kiss behind your ear with a chuckle, "Anyone can dance if they want to. You just have to follow the music." 

He removes his arms from around your waist to put down the remaining of what you were washing as he pulls you along to get closer to the music source. You don't protest anymore knowing that Ten won't take no for an answer. He takes your hands into his and places them around his neck. You catch his eye and both of you giggle, your smiles reaching your eyes. He places his hands back on your waist and with his lead, you start to dance. 

The music is a little more on the upbeat side, but your slow swaying from side to side and Ten making you spin every now and then somehow fits perfectly with the music. You stare into each other’s eyes, effortlessly maintaining the eye contact. This goes on as the song does, dancing in the living room without a care in the world, laughing and smiling with only each other in mind. As the music nears its’ end, your movements slow along with the beat.

You’re surprised when your boyfriend suddenly rests his head in the crook of your neck, goosebumps appearing where his skin meets yours. He starts to sing the lyrics in your ear.

“It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you,” he presses a kiss under your ear and you blush. Ten leaves his place from your shoulder, facing you upright. One of his hands leave your waist only to find it’s place on your cheek. You lean into his touch while staring into his eyes as he does into yours, “Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you.”