#dreamblurbs

“because,” you say with a smile on your face, “it’s your nineteenth birthday. and, in america, you slap someone’s ass as many times as their age on their birthday.”

he scoffs and laughs at you. “you’re lying, there’s no such thing! i’ll go ask johnny, then,” he finalizes after you repeatedly nod your head in persistence.

when you both do find johnny, he quickly understands the joke and attempts to give a brief explanation on the “tradition,” causing renjun to dramatically whine and stomp off in defeat. he doesn’t make it very far, though, before you hit him one last time and wrap your arms around him from behind.

“you know, it’s kinda weird to watch someone while they’re sleeping.”

you playfully scoff and roll your eyes, pulling your hand away from his face. “sorry, you’re too beautiful to not look at,” you flirt with a wink.

donghyuck chuckles and pulls you closer to him, lying on his back so you can on top of him. you place a kiss on his bare chest and lie like this for a few minutes, listening to his heartbeat as he runs his finger through your hair.

“oh!” he half-whispers, lightly smacking your butt as he gestures for you to get up. “i got you something, babe.”

your lips form into a shy smile despite already knowing he was gonna get you something for valentine’s day. you watch as he gets up from the bed, pulling something out of his dresser.

“close your eyes.” you smile as you do what he says, listening to something that sounds like a box snap open. “it’s not much at all, but i think you’ll like it a lot.”

you feel donghyuck climb onto the bed behind you, the mattress sinking as he sits and spreads his legs so you sit between them. he moves your hair to one side over your shoulder, bringing his hands around to your front. you jump slightly at the feeling of cold metal hitting your chest, in which he chuckles at. he then picks up your hand, placing a kiss to the back of it as he locks his fingers with yours and stands up in front of you once more.

you open your eyes and immediately lock eyes with your boyfriend, who looks at your chest and gestures for you to take a look. sitting on a chain is a silver diamond promise ring, one you’d pointed out to him as your favorite one day as you’d walked past a jewelry store.

“i remembered how you said you don’t like wearing rings because you’re scared of losing them, so i made it into a necklace for you. i hope you like it.” his voice trails of shyly towards the end, bring your hand up to kiss it again.

you let out a giggle as you stand up, throwing your arms around donghyuck and giving him the deepest kiss you can while trying not to grin.

“it’s perfect, baby,” you whisper even though you’re the only ones in the room. he beams, proud that you like the gift he got you.

donghyuck takes the ring between his fingers, turning it at different angles to see the sunlight hit the diamond. “it looks amazing on you. i’m glad you like it,” he compliments, pressing a quick kiss to your lips one more time.

you swing your interlocked hands back and forth before leading him out of the door to the kitchen. “i think you’ll be happier when you see what i got you, but let me make you breakfast first, hyuckie.”

he had said that he wanted to give you a rose ‘tattoo’ (it’s actually made of sharpie), so you assumed it would be something small. but this is renjun we’re talking about—you should’ve known he was gonna go all out.

he finally let’s go of your wrist, closing the marker and wiping fake sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. “done! do you like it?”

you continue to stare in awe at the rose on your skin. though it’s only black ink, it’s more intricate and beautiful than any flower you could see in real life. “renjun, it. . .it’s absolutely gorgeous. thank you,” you compliment him, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

renjun smiles before turning around to grab the sharpie again. he lifts your wrist up to his lips and kisses his work, then your lips, and places the marker in your palm.

“i w—i was wondering if maybe you wanted to go on a date with me,,,?” he watches you eagerly, but his nervousness hikes as you don’t respond. “i mean, i-it’s totally okay if you don’t ! i-i just wanted to—”

chenle freezes as you giggle and take the rose from his hands, bringing it up to your nose with a sweet smile on your lips. he relaxes and allows his grin to grow upon hearing you quietly, but loud enough for him to hear, say, “i’d absolutely love to, chenle.”

“not if you act like it’s just regular food. you’ve never done this before, right?” he asks, to which you slightly shake your head, causing him to smile and chuckle at your innocence. “only take a little bit, then, and we’ll see how far we can go after.”

you hesitantly take the bit from his hand and put it in your mouth, only getting more nervous as you watch him stuff the rest of it in his own. another grin grows on his face as you look up at him with puppy eyes, panic beginning to set in now that you’ve actually consumed it.

[17:51] “god fucking dammit,” you groan, dumping the once-again-failed recipe into the trashcan before going to make more. you’ve been attempting to make dinner for renjun tonight, but things aren’t going as well as you’d planned. first, you didn’t measure it right, then you undercooked it, and then you burnt it even though you barely cooked it longer than the second try. in frustrated haste, you pick up the pan from the counter, but it only knocks down the glass bowl you had sitting beside it. you gasp and your heartbeat picks up, increasing even more when you notice renjun standing in the doorway.

“shit, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to drop it,” you sputter out apologetically, frantically picking up the shards and throwing them away. “it’s okay, babe.” his eyebrows come together as he gives you a smile, holding his hand out to pull you up. he pulls your body up against his, leaning back slightly so you can still look aat each other.

“no, it’s not,” you respond angrily in a voice much louder than you’d meant. “i’ve been trying to make dinner but it’s not turning out how i wanted and then i broke the bowl and i just—”

“god, you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad,” renjun interrupts, causing you to look up at him in shock.

“seriously? i’m trying to rant and that’s all you can think about?” you hit his chest and attempt to get away, only to be pulled back in place as he laughs at you.

“hey, hey, i’m just joking...sort of. if you’re really that worried about dinner, though...” he trails off, scrunching his lips together and looking up, pretending to think, “i know a way you can make up for it.”

he looks at you, eyes now slightly hooded as his tongue darts between his lips to run over them. you just scoff at him, but he remains unaffected, serious with his offer. “renjun, if that’s what you want, just fucking kiss me already.” his head dips down to look up at you.

 “if you insist, babe.” wrapping one arm around your waist and the other bringing his hand up to the nape of your neck, renjun brings your head closer and locks his lips with yours in a quickly-heated kiss. your lips harshly move together in sync, and you let out a small sound when his tongue brushes against yours when you take a breath. your hands run up and down his chest as his slide down to rest against your ass, giving a light squeeze and pressing you up against him to let you feel. he groans at the pressure, pulling away to take you down the hallway.