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HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY, LEE HANGYUL!!!!!!

Your presence alone is such of great impact to my life. You make me happy in ways you cannot (and I MYSELF COULD NOT even) imagine!

Thank you for being born! Thank you for gracing the world with you talent and your immense heart!

I will never regret stanning you because I thought I would only be stanning a main dancer but I also got a vocalist, a pianist, a clown, and a source of strength and positivity!

A/n: Kinda short? Kinda shitty? Could be better?

- Requested -

“Hangyeol, Hangyeol, Hangyeol, Hangyeol, Hangyeol, Hangyeol, Han-”

“Yes, babe, what do you need now.” He chuckled, not bothering to look away from the TV screen.

“How much longer are you gonna ignore me?” You whined, rolling over so your head was hanging off the side of the bed, hoping that watching the screen upside down would somehow be more entertaining.

“I’m not ignoring you.” He chuckled. “I’m just busy.” 

“Playing a dumb game is not busy.” You rolled your eyes. “You finally get a day off, and this is how you spend it? Is your game really more important than me?” You pouted. 

“Kijoong always hogs the games and you know I can’t just steal it from him.” He nearly pouted. “Can’t I just play a little longer?” He tried, turning around slightly to look over at you. 

“You can’t spend your first night off with me?” You whined again, rolling over so your head was up right again, your hands reaching out for him. “You can play games all you want tomorrow, I promise~” 

“I’ll give you all the love you want once I win, okay?” He laughed.

Your pout only grew as he spoke, and you sighed, accepting your defeat.

-

You were starting to think he was losing on purpose. There was no way someone could lose that many times.

“Maybe you should just give up.” You whispered. “I don’t think you’re going to win anytime soon.”

“Maybe I would if you stopped interrupting every five minutes.” He grumbled and you glared.

“Fine.” You huffed. “Since I’m bothering you so much, I’ll be in the living room.” You declared, picking up the blanket and getting up.

“Bab-” 

You didn’t give him time to respond, having already made up your mind as you walked through the bedroom door. 

You were proud of the little make-shift bed you made yourself on the couch. Though the couch pillow wasn’t particularly your favorite, at least your blanket was big enough to wrap around yourself.

You reached for the remote that sat on the coffee table and you angrily searched through Netflix, finally deciding on some random show.

You weren’t sure how many episodes had passed, but you were interrupted by your stomach growling, a small groan slipping your lips as you debated whether or not to eat, another growl interrupting that debate and you paused the show as you got up.

With a sigh, you decided something small would be best so you settled on ramen.  

You were midway into boiling the noddles when you stuck your fork in to stir it, the noodles becoming your source of entertainment until a small cough pulled your attention away, your hand stopping but your gaze staying. 

“You’re not serious about sleeping on the couch, are you?” You heard him speak up from behind you. 

You didn’t answer, putting your focus back into your mindless noodle stirring.

“What if I said I was sorry~?” He tried, his voice followed by small footsteps before you felt his hands snake around your waist, before resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I thought I was distracting you.” You mumbled, not bothering to look over and face him.

“I died again.” He admitted quietly. 

“So you’re only here because you died?” You shook your head. “And here I was thinking you missed me.” You scoffed, moving your shoulder, but he didn’t budge.

“But I do miss you.” He whispered, moving closer to you but you pushed him away.

“Liar.” You mumbled, efficiently throwing his head off your shoulder as you turned the stove off before picking up the pot, grabbing an oven mitt and walking to the table, placing the mitt down and putting to pot on top of it. 

He was quick to follow, pulling up a chair right beside you that you tried to kick away.

“I think you forget that I’m stronger than you.” He laughed, effortlessly keeping the chair in place before sitting down, resting his head in his hands while he gave you puppy dog eyes.

“Can I at least have a bite?” He tried, his eyes switching from your face to the fork that you were about to put in your mouth.

“You only want me around when it’s convenient for you.” You rolled your eyes, shoving the fork into your mouth.

“Please~” He tried.

You glared, shoving the fork into the pot before handing it to him. 

“You’re not gonna feed me?” He pouted. 

“I’m mad at you.” You deadpanned.

“I said I was sorry.”

“No. You said ‘What if I said I was sorry.’“ You corrected, taking your fork back and eating it instead. “Which isn’t the same thing.”

“I’m sorry for ignoring you.” He started. “Though it was pretty vali-”

You cut him off with a cough.

“It was not valid.” He corrected. “Now can I have some ramen?”

-

You both ate in silence, Hangyeol getting up at some point to get his own fork since you weren’t sharing.

“I’ll wash these then I’ll meet you in the room.” You spoke up, putting the forks into the pot before picking it up and walking it to the sink.

“You’re still mad.” He stated, following you to the sink and leaning against it, watching as you washed the dish in silence. “Let me make it up to you.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around you again but this time he pulled you into him.

“I’m not in the mood.” You sighed. 

“But I can get you in it.” He smirked, pushing your hair to the side, and pressing a light kiss to the back of your neck, smiling when you shivered. “I know all your weak points anyway.”

The tone in his voice had your stomach turning. Even more so when his hands moved to grab your hips, pushing you back while his lips moved towards the center of your neck.

“Well, I don’t really have a choice when you’re holding me against my will.” You scoffed, your neck tilting slightly so he had more room.

“Well, you’re not fighting me.” He whispered, nibbling on the sweet spot in the middle of your neck.

“’Cause I don’t want you to stop.” You whispered, licking your lips as you finally melted into his touch, your hand moving up to shut the water off.

“Then I won’t.” He smiled against you, moving back and turning you around so he could kiss you, your hands wrapping themselves around his as he lifted you up and placed you on the counter, his hands leaving your hips to move to your thighs, spreading them so he could move closer to you.

The feeling of his lips alone was enough to drive you crazy, having been so long since you felt them. But of course they didn’t stay long enough for you to enjoy before they moved to your jaw, making their way down.

“God, I missed you so much.” He mumbled as his hands moved to your shirt, sliding under it so he could grab your breast while his tongue ran over a spot his just bit.

“Hangyeol-” You licked your lips. 

“Shh.” He licked his lips as he pulled away. “I’m still trying to make it up to you.”

You had no time to respond before his hands left your chest to roughly pull at your shorts, letting the fabric fall.

He wasted no time bending down, placing small kisses along your thighs, slowly parting them as he trailed his way up, his eyes looking up at you to check your reaction. 

The sight had him wanting more. Seeing your head leaning against the wall, your lip pulled between your teeth as your hand moved to rest on his hair. 

“I never get tired of seeing you like this.” He smirked, giving you no time to respond before placing a kiss against you, the small gasp you let out only encouraging him to get more into it, his hands moving to spread your thighs more before he was fully on you.

The way his tongue worked against you had you forgetting why you were even upset with him in the first place, one hand holding his hair while the other grasped around the counter for something to grab. 

“Ha-Hangyeol, fuck-” You sighed, as he moved to focus on your clit, his hand trailing down your thigh to push two fingers into you, the sensation having you grinding him. 

“Do you forgive me yet?” He smirked up at you, smirking at how you whimpered from the lack of contact.

“Yes, yes, just don’t stop.” You whined, your hand tightening in his hair when he slowed his fingers down.

“But you can’t cum just yet.” He chuckled, keeping his pace slow as he leaned back to kitten like your clit.

“Hangyeol, please.” You tried, but he wouldn’t listen, taking his time with you.

But him taking his time eventually felt better as you started to feel every little thing he did, the sensation becoming too much as he sped up his movements slightly. 

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as he curled his fingers, your head rolling to the side against the wall as your legs closed around him, the action not stalling him at all.

You had no time to warn him of the pressure building in your stomach before he was back at giving it his all, harshly sucking at your clit while he sped his fingers up.

“Fuck-” You were cut off as he started humming against you, the vibrations being your downfall, your legs shaking around him.

He let you ride it out before getting up.

“How’s that for getting my attention?” He smirked at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I still want more though.” Your voice came out shaky as you looked down, his bulge pressing against his sweatpants.