Hyun, who buys bouquets of flowers every now and again on his way back home from rehearsals. He does his best to match the colors to your needs, —yellow on sad days in hopes they might lift your spirits, blue when you’re frustrated so that it might calm you down, etc.. They always smell so sweet, and you cherish them deeply. They always live longer than they typically should as a result of how well you care for them, and he loves to see the bashful smile tug at your lips as you accept them gracefully, even if you always tell him that he “really shouldn’t have” or that he “didn’t have to.” He does it because he loves you, and he thinks someone as beautiful as you should be presented with something just as gorgeous every now and again (even if he admittedly thinks you’re worlds prettier than flowers could ever be.)
＃ JUMIN !! ♡
Jumin, who writes little notes on the corner of the napkins he rests your coffee or tea on each morning, delicate and elegant handwriting in black ink sinking so perfectly into the ivory material. They’re never the same, always a different expression of his love or his admiration. You like to tear them off and keep them safe in a little box, and you open it up to read them when you’ve had a hard day or when you’re just not feeling your best. He always tells you that you don’t have to keep them, that he won’t be offended if you simply toss them away after you’ve read them and they’ve made you smile, —but you can never bring yourself to do it.
＃ SAEYOUNG (707) !! ♡
Saeyoung, who folds little origamis for you when he gets the chance and leaves them somewhere around for you to find. It started with a tiny paper star he was folding for the heck of it, but you liked it so much that he decided to do it again, and again, and again. So now you have a neat little stash of different animals, shapes, and otherwise cool-looking creations (all of which have silly, blank expressions drawn onto them as faces that really add a sweetness to their personality.) You like to sit and fiddle with them every now and again, just to feel the sharp edges of the crane’s beak against your fingertips or to split the little heart apart and see the “i love you <3” written on the inside.
＃ YOOSUNG !! ♡
Yoosung, who buys sticky notes for his studies but ends up using most of them to leave you little notes with cute messages and silly doodles. He likes to think this is a better usage for them, especially when he watches you spot one out of the corner of his eye, and you hold it in your hands like it’s some kind of love-stricken poetry from a wordsmith he knows he’ll never be. They might be simple and straightforward, but there’s not much room for stanzas of prose on these little post-its, and reminders that you’re doing a good job or that you look cute are so much more than enough.
＃ JAEHEE !! ♡
Jaehee, who bakes you little desserts for you to eat when you get home, often heart-shaped or dusted in romantic colors, —always in your favorite flavors. Cookies with little jam hearts in the center, cupcakes with heart sprinkles and a cream just to your liking filling up the inside; each and every one made with so much love that you can practically taste it on your tongue. There’s no one else she’d rather bake for, and no one else she’d rather spend the rest of her days with. Sometimes words are hard to come by, and she worries she won’t always get it right, but when you kiss her on the cheek before taking a bite of her treats, well. . . She thinks things will be alright anyway.
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Description: When Jumin first came home from his horrid day he didn't question why Luciel was right there at the door, he didn't question why the redhead dragged him to the living room and practically demanded him to sit down, he didn't question why he had a mischievous gleam in his eyes– already used to it by now– he didn't question why his partner had left the room in such a gleeful way and returned with the biggest grin on his face holding a set of nail polish.
He didn't question it.
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Jumin is a man of natural intelligence and foresight— he mentally prepared himself for the day before him, ready to deal with the headache that is both his job and his father's unholy relationships that he seems— without a fail— to get into every time Jumin takes his eyes off him for more than a second. It was a real pain really. How long would this one go? He wondered endlessly everyday.
How much missing money will it take for him to notice?.
Jumin was tired of the same old routine it was tiring. He’ll never understand his father and his obsession for women; they all seem to be the same when his father picks them.
When will he get—
“Jumin.”
Jumin straightens at the sound of his name, his onyx orbs moving towards the voice.
Oh right. Back to how Jumin usually knows and plans out his day.
He didn’t see this or plan this. He didn’t see or come up with the scene that was happening right now, he was sitting on his couch with Elizabeth The 3rd on his lap mindlessly petting her his free hand currently in the hands of a hacker.
A hacker who was dead set on painting his nails perfectly without any mistakes and errors.
“Quit thinking about your dad, you get twitchy when you do— and stop petting Elly! You’re gonna get polish on her fur, then you’re gonna blame me!.” Luciel said a hint of annoyance laced in his voice, his red brows drawn together in concentration— a look Jumin always admired even before the two were dating. Jumin remembered the countless times he mentally and sometimes physically smacked himself when he found himself admiring Luciel not understanding.
The raven hair man sighs moving his hand off the white cat— Elizabeth taking that as her cue to get off her owner, stretching her body out before jumping off his lap strutting away.
‘She’s so sassy.’ Jumin recalls Luciel saying when he had first met Elizabeth The 3rd.
Indeed she was.
When Jumin first came home from his horrid day he didn't question why Luciel was right there at the door, he didn't question why the redhead dragged him to the living room and practically demanded him to sit down, he didn't question why he had a mischievous gleam in his eyes– already used to it by now– he didn't question why his partner had left the room in such a gleeful way and returned with the biggest grin on his face holding a set of nail polish.
He didn't question it.
Jumin looked at his other hand that was already painted to perfection taking in the dull shine of the polish on his nails– black mixed with midnight blue– a combination that worked pretty well.
He has to admit, Luciel has done a remarkable job.
“Aaannnnd done! Haha! Your pinkies are awfully hard for no reason. What's wrong with them?.”
“I'm Wolverine,” Jumin says cooly, carefully moving his hand away from his boyfriend blowing onto the polish to dry them as Luciel closed the tiny vial.
Luciel looked up towards Jumin.
“Was that a joke?.”
Jumin stops blowing, his mind halting for a moment. Was– was it bad?.
Jumin side-eyes the hacker.
“Was it ominous?.” he questions.
“It wasn't the best but you're cute for trying,” Luciel responded, giving Jumin a reassuring smile.
“Hmm,” he responded, looking back at his painted nails. They weren't too bad. Jumin found himself being quite fond of the outcome…
“It's okay Ju I still like it!.”
Of course he did.
Even Luciel found the beauty in horrible jokes, he is the one who told them 90% of the time.
The hacker stared at Jumin Raising a brow.
“Why do I feel like the universe just insulted me?.”
“Don't be dramatic Seven.”
“I'm not!.”
Leave it to Seven to make Jumin feel better after a tiresome day.
Jumin listened to the one-sided argument allowing his love to be himself.
Summary - After waiting for him to make a move you finally invite Yoosung out yourself. Thinking a hike with friends seemed like a safe bet - an easy simple date - you didn’t realize what you would end up finding instead.
Genre - Fluff
Warnings - None
Word Count - .8k
A/N - This is a drabble request for my impromptu 1500 follower celebration.
His smile lights up any room. Even out here as you listen to him talk about his favourite characters in LOLOL, Yoosung somehow shines brighter than the sun.
A bead of sweat runs down the side of your jaw as you hike up the steep hill. Sparkling light flickers amongst the trees as the trail opens up to reveal several paths, each branch labelled and beckoning.
“Oh? Which one should we take?” His eyes furrow and he takes his time to inspect each new trail as if it was a life-altering decision.
“What about this one?” You point towards the one called Green Sun. “Sounds interesting.”
“Sure!” His eyes light up before he turns and bounds down the dirt path, whistling. “Come on! I want to see what's at the end.”
“Probably more trees,” you say, hiding a smile as you jog over to him. It doesn’t matter what’s at the end, you’re just glad to spend time with Yoosung. It almost didn’t happen – if you hadn’t been so outgoing it wouldn’t have. Yoosung doesn't talk much in class and he always seemed to eat by himself. He’s on his phone a lot so he has been oblivious to your flirtations. Finally you just asked if he wanted to go hiking with you and your friends that weekend.
“I’m sorry that we fell so far behind the rest of the group!” Looking back towards Yoosung he shifts from foot to foot and bites his lip before adding, “I hope you’re still having fun.”
“Of course I am. I’ve never been to this part of the trail before. It’s always fun to explore something new,” you say with a smile. It’s true – you are having fun, and you’re pretty sure that the rest of the group lost you on purpose. They would have called if they were worried.
“I’m glad. I was worried you were getting bored.”
“Why?”
“Well, you know.”
“No?”
“Because I keep talking about LOLOL. But I just started playing and it’s really interesting!”
“I like gaming too, maybe we can play together one time?”
“What?” He covers his mouth quickly after shouting the word and you can’t help but laugh. He is adorable. A little lacking in self confidence but sweet.
“Yeah, I haven’t tried LOLOL but it sounds fun from what you’ve been saying.”
“It is!” He starts to tell you more about the game but stops mid-sentence as the dirt trail opens up into a large meadow. “Whoa.”
Emerald green sprinkled with purple and pink fans out the length of three football fields before you. Stepping into what looks like a painting you lean down and sweep your hand across the soft grass and let it spring back up to life as it rustles together in a deep harmony.
“It’s so pretty,” you say, your mouth opening in disbelief as you continue to look out at the view in wonder.
“Well, I think this is the perfect place to take a break and eat!”
“Yeah, there’s no way we can waste this. What a great find!” Telling everyone to pack some food instead of insisting on eating somewhere after was great foresight on your part.
“I’m so glad you asked me to come along. I never would have experienced this at home.”
“It’s my aim to experience something new every month so when I look back it’s not all about the things I could buy,” you say spreading out the chequered blanket. “I don’t want to wake up one day and wonder where my life went, ya know?”
“Whoa, that’s a great idea! Maybe you can invite me to more of your adventures so I don’t find myself living in regret as well.” His face is serious, his violet eyes intent on yours. Looking down at your backpack you ignore the heat spreading across your face and place the food down to one side. “I mean, if you want to hang out again.”
“I do!” The flush of heat radiates out from your core and covers every inch of your skin. “I mean, yes, I would like that.”
“Great!” He beams over at you before biting into the sandwich you made. “This is great, too!”
Laughing, you grab a sandwich and look out at the green meadow. It’s like a picture. The singing grass, the colourful flowers, the cloudless sky, all of it and you get to share it with him.
“It’s going to be hard to top this.”
“I guess. Well, we’ll just have to keep trying until we do.”
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Soft arms wrapped around his waist. The feeling should have been normal to him by this point, but every time it happened he forgot how to breathe.
Safety. It was something he had never felt until he'd met them, sweet smile and kind heart and so willing to forgive every trespass he'd committed. Taking you to mint eye, a rabbit to the deadly snare. His angel.
You had been too perfect, he realised. Chosen from a sea of other sweet, oblivious individuals. One blooming flower in a field of thousands. But none of them could have touched him this deeply, could have pulled him out of Rika's grasp and led him and his shaking hands to freedom. True freedom.
He was thankful, to God, to fate, to the universe. To whatever all-knowing force was responsible for granting him peace out of his suffering. For letting him have moments like this, quiet and safe in soft blankets, warm hugs he never could have dreamed would be reserved for him.
He was safe. He was loved. It was all he'd ever wanted, when he turned his gaze to the fleeting clouds and searched for meaning in their shapes. Longing for hope, a blessing sent down from the heavens to heal his wounds. To ease his pain. And here you were, in his arms.
An angel, wings of hope flying him to a true paradise he never thought he'd see. Kissing his tears without shaming him for spilling them. Tending the garden of his heart, his sorrows released like pollen under the radiant light, as from the spores bloomed happiness in abundance.
There was something holy about your touch. Like every meeting of your skin on his was a blessing of its own. He felt prayers fall from his lips in each kiss, each time his eyes met your shape they found themselves freed by it. Every chain that had ever contained him had rusted away, grown ever weaker and snapped free in your presence.
The sunlight trickled in from beneath the curtains, rays spilling out in fragments across the room. Across your sleeping face, next to his. He pressed his temple gently against yours, feeling your chest rise and fall with gentle breaths. This was peace. This was happiness. This was worth every shard of suffering that had ever left it's shrapnel in his heart.
He entwined his hand in theirs, soft fingers wrapped together. Through his palm he could faintly feel the beating of their pulse, a rhythm that pulled him through every agony and lulled him to rest in a soft slumber.
Since he met you, for the first time his dreams could not outshine his reality.
Stirring in his arms, your nose nudged against his softly. He knew that soon this moment would drift, folding into the background of his existence on this earth, as just one of a thousand moments he treasured. Fragile petals pressed in the book of his life that had at last promised him a happy ending.
He was safe. He was loved. The sunlight's strands had finally awoken his beloved, their kiss a gift he returned with a full heart.
He was as safe in their arms as they were in his. Two treasures, sparkling as though golden in the dawn's gentle caress. The way the light fell made a halo around them, their souls captured in a honey glow, in the sweet amber of touch.
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So here goes a lot of fluffy, cute Jaehee pining~
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With suspicion, Jaehee squints her eyes at the ingredients on the countertop of her and Lila's brand new cafe. After months of preparation and an almost breakdown when she asked them to become her partner for this adventure, Jaehee's dream finally comes true - a cute, domestic yet elegant cafe that she owns with her best friend.
But…
"There was more chocolate."
Lila's eyes widen and they furrow their eyebrows, looking at the potential crime scene as well. "Huh? What do you mean?" They check the scale. "It's the exact amount we need for the recipe."
Jaehee shakes her head, looking at the pieces in the bowl. "I could have sworn I put more in there…"
"You're probably just nervous! We're about to bake our very first cake for the cafe, isn't it exciting?"
The way they beam at Jaehee makes her chest feel warm and her knees go a little weak, causing Jaehee to forget what she was just thinking about entirely.
"That must be it, I'm sure you're right. This is what I've dreamed of for a very long time, I feel all… fluttery inside." To hide her soft chuckle, Jaehee turns her head away a little and shields her mouth with one of her hands. Showing emotion is still… foreign to her and she is still shy about it.
Lila clicks their tongue in disapproval. "Now come over here and let me see that stunning face of yours, we have work to do! I'm all excited for this too but I'm waiting for the proper view." Demanding, they motion to the space across from them, followed by a little wink.
As all of Lila's teasing does, their comment makes Jaehee's heart hiccup in her chest, a too familiar heat already painting her cheeks in a soft blush. There’s only one way to deal with them when they get like that…
Speaking Korean, especially if the sentences are long and spoken fast, is the only way for Jaehee to feel like she is still somewhat in control when she is around Lila. Given that Korean is not their first language and they’re still learning, they tend to get really sheepish when they don’t understand something. And, for Jaehee, it’s the only weapon she has to not let Lila’s boldness knock her out.
Normally, she speaks English around them or slow, easy Korean. But not in moments like this.
“If only you knew what you’re doing to me with such behavior…”
Jaehee keeps her voice low and talks fast, even a fluent speaker would have had trouble to understand her.
“What was that?” The cocky grin on their face immediately shrinks to a shy expression and Jaehee can’t help but feel a little guilty, although relieved.
Of course she hates it to make her friend feel insecure, she wants to make them feel just as strong and support them just as much as they do for her. But sometimes she has to do this, only to not combust due to the hidden feelings in her heart.
“Oh, nothing. Let’s start baking.” With a somewhat apologetic smile, she walks up to Lila and stands on the other side of the countertop, looking at the instructions in front of her. Now, she has to fire Lila’s confidence in themself again. “How about you start with the dough while I try out these decorations? Your doughs always turn out amazing.”
The proud gleam in Lila’s eyes that Jaehee likes to see so much is back immediately.
“They do indeed. What are you making?” Curiously, they get to their tiptoes, trying to get a peek of the picture she is holding.
“Some flowers.” Calculating, she leans her head to the side, inspecting the pictures as well, lowering the piece of paper so it's easier for Lila to see. “I’ve never tried to make these before but I wanted to set myself a challenge. Hopefully, they’ll turn out fine.”
“I’m sure they’ll turn out perfect. Like you.” One of Lila’s hands lands on Jaehee’s cheek, presumably for encouragement, and Jaehee can practically feel their chuckle as she straightens as if the touch burned her skin. Which it really seems to do, given how hot she feels all of a sudden.
“Y-yes. I… Maybe. Yes, I’ll do my best.”
Not knowing what else she could possibly say that wouldn’t give away how fast her heart is beating, Jaehee gets to work. She presses her lips together and tries to ignore Lila’s gaze she can clearly feel on herself as she begins to knead and color the fondant.
Luckily, Lila decides to be merciful and not make any more comments that get Jaehee out of her concentration, maybe so they can get to work as well.
It doesn’t take the young woman long to forget everything around herself as she fully focuses on the task at hand. She gets lost in the thrill of trying new, challenging things and the rewarding feeling when an experiment with one of her utensils works out, giving the flowers as they are described in the instructions her own twist. One petal after the next is formed and, after some time, Jaehee finds a routine, the activity having a quite calming and almost meditative effect on her.
Her thoughts wander.
And, as they do so very often, they wander to the wonderful person standing in front of her right now.
It’s been a few months since they’ve met, got to know each other and even ended up as close as they are right now. Not much, in Jaehee’s opinion, and yet she can barely recall a time where Lila hasn’t been in her life, much less can or does she want to imagine a future without them. They have saved her from her monotone, stressful life that never would have gained her any kind of happiness and turned it upside down. They have turned it into an unpredictable, exciting adventure, the only goal being to chase their dreams and find joy. Together.
Never again does Jaehee want to be without Lila’s stirring presence that doesn’t only bring spice but also light into her life.
Of course it hadn’t been easy for Jaehee to admit to herself that she’d fallen in love. Of course she had been scared of rejection, of the possible heartbreak. Of the risks that come with loving someone so deeply, even after such a short period of time, only falling deeper for their captivating soul more and more with every passing day.
But no matter how strong her fears had been, by that, they only became the evidence for her feelings for Lila. And finally, after multiple sleepless nights, Jaehee had not only faced the truth that she’s helplessly lost her heart to the best friend she’s ever had, she also came to the conclusion that all of this turmoil is worth it. That the nagging fear is nothing compared to the exciting tingle that runs from the center of her stomach through her entire body as soon as Lila walks into the room. That a possible heartbreak is a price she is willing to pay, as long as she gets to feel the way she does for a little while longer every time Lila smiles at her, only her.
And now, they’re working together, they’re partners. Maybe they’ll never be more than that, friends and partners, but Jaehee knows that, at least, they will always be together. Even if she should slip one day - Lila won’t just leave her for the way she feels. In that, Jaehee trusts unconditionally. In Lila, she trusts unconditionally.
Before she knows it, she’s used up the last bit of fondant, has created the last flower for the day. Proudly, Jaehee looks down at the decorations in front of her, all kinds of blossoms in many different colors, shades and sizes spreading out on the table.
"I did it!" The excitement in her voice is very clear and maybe, normally, she would try to conceal it to keep her countenance. But right now, she's way too happy and feels way too safe and comfortable with Lila to even care.
"I knew it!" There's some flour on Lila's cheek as they grin at Jaehee. "I told you they'll look perfect. You did it!"
Far from sick of looking at her own creations, Jaehee smiles down at the sugary decoration in front of her again. Then, she turns her head up to look at Lila again, unaware of the fact that her friend had just started leaning forward to peck her cheek.
Lila's lips land on the corner of Jaehee's mouth and she freezes. Time seems to stop and so does her heartbeat.
As to be expected, Lila isn't fazed by it at all. On the contrary, they seem to enjoy it quite a lot judging by the amused grin on their face and the fact that they stay much closer than they'd need to. They're not even saying anything and yet Jaehee feels like she will be reduced to an inarticulate, blushy mess in mere seconds.
There’s nothing she can do but pointedly look to the side to stop her brain from short-circuiting. No matter how much she wants to look at her stunning friend, she can’t, knowing that, if she would, she couldn't rip her eyes off the lips she so badly wants to feel on hers.
And at that moment, there's just one thing Jaehee can do.
"While investing in the stock market, it's very important to maximize the possible outcome for your transaction while simultaneously minimizing the risk you take."
Although she's speaking her native tongue, Jaehee stumbles over her own words with how quickly she is saying them. Also, she's not even sure if what she just said actually makes sense.
Yet, the words have the effect she was desperately hoping for - Lila softly shakes their head, the threateningly teasing expression on their face making way for utter confusion as they subconsciously draw back a few inches.
Jaehee hates it as much as it makes her feel relieved.
"What?"
"Nothing!" Quickly, Jaehee turns to face the table again, unnecessarily starting to sort the flowers still laying there by size. If she's confronted with that gorgeous face any longer, she won't be able to hold back anymore. "We should-"
Before she can bring up her suggestion to give the cake more layers than they'd originally planned, Lila gently places their hand on hers on the table between them.
If she is honest to herself, Jaehee knows that she wants nothing to be between them anymore, to separate them.
At first, she still refuses to look at Lila. Even without getting lost in those lovely eyes of the person that saved her from the miserable life she has been living - the speed of her heartbeat is already concerning.
But the light caress of their soft fingers on her skin makes her slowly, carefully, look up at them again, bringing her even closer to the figure she wants to embrace and never let go.
She really wants the piece of furniture gone.
"Do I truly make you this nervous?"
Lila's voice is low and raw, not hiding the emotions behind their words. They sound surprisingly hopeful and… a little scared?
Not trusting her voice to do what she wants, Jaehee just nods. Shouldn't Lila know about the effect they have on her? With how much they've been playing around with it, Jaehee has been convinced they know.
But Lila shakes their head.
"I mean, is it me who makes you nervous? Or is it the flirting, the teasing? Would you get flustered by anyone acting like this?"
Trying to calm down her rapidly beating heart, Jaehee shakes her head. She swallows, wanting her words to be audible and the truth in them to be apparent.
"I get flustered because it's you, Lila. It's not just the teasing. Everything you do makes me nervous somehow. But at the same time, you're the only person that can truly calm me down."
As to prove her statement, she nervously averts her gaze. She doesn't know much about friendship and how it works, she's worried she's said too much. And Lila is so close… Concentrating is impossible.
Time seems to be standing still.
This may be because Lila stands still, a thing they usually never do. It makes Jaehee feel a bit uneasy, she isn't sure what to think of this or what to expect, it's so atypical for her friend.
Her thoughts keep running, trying to figure out what exactly is happening right now and how to act further. Eventually, after not finding any satisfying answer, Jaehee decides to slowly turn her head back to look at Lila again.
The intensity in Lila's eyes keeps her in place as soon as their gazes lock. Now both of them seem to be frozen in time, just staring at each other.
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Jaehee has no idea what this means or what step should be taken next, let alone by whom. She just knows that she doesn't want to look away.
When Lila finally moves, it happens suddenly and fast.
Jaehee's eyes widen when they suddenly jerk forward, and they widen even more as Lila presses their lips to hers.
It takes Jaehee's brain a moment to catch up to what's happening, to understand it. To understand that this is real, that what she's secretly dreamed of and fantasized about for weeks and months truly is happening, right here and now.
But as soon as it sinks in, her eyes flutter closed and her free hand, the one Lila isn't touching, finds their cheek.
The kiss feels like heaven.
Soon, Lila relaxes into Jaehee's touch and the frantic, nervous hectic of the firm pressing of their lips shifts into a soft, loving exploration.
In no time, Jaehee is entirely captivated, forgetting that the world exists around them and even if she would remember, she wouldn't care. All she cares about is Lila.
Lila's touch, their warmth, their scent. The fact that this kiss feels even better than she could have ever imagined it.
Her heart beats so fast it seems like it's trying to fly out of her chest to catapult itself into the sky to rejoice.
And Lila's lips taste so sweet…
Too sweet.
With a gasp, Jaehee breaks the kiss.
"You did snack on the chocolate! I knew it!"
Throwing their head back, Lila laughs, their earlier stillness nowhere to be found anymore. Their smile is just as wide as Jaehee's and they look just as happy as her.
Jaehee couldn't care less about the chocolate.
"Guess you've caught me." Another sly smile makes it to their lips. "Guess I'll have to make up for it…"
A quiet, displeased noise slips over Jaehee's lips as Lila draws back. But soon, they've made their way around the table and Jaehee finds herself in their arms, embracing them as well on instinct.
"I don't think I want to bake anymore today."
They're both grinning at each other before their lips meet in another kiss.
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Hello, fellow MysMe lovers, this year we decided to host a week filled with fluffy feelings~!
Fluff week will be from SEPT 11-SEPT 18!
For the past months life’s been harsh, so to brighten the mood of all those who love the MysMe squad as much as we do we bring you the cute fluffy prompts!
Day 1: Firsts
Day 2: Sick SO ♡ Nightmares
Day 3: Holidays ♡ Household chores
Day 4: Accomplishments ♡ Mysme Friendships
Day 5: Proposal ♡ Weddings
Day 6: Families ♡ Their future
Day 7: Free day
Day 8: NSFW
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I didn’t mean to write for day 2 but inspiration hit and BAM, this fic was born! I hope you guys like this short fluffy story about one of the most complex yet beloved characters in the MM fandom!
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Endless Sky | Saeran x MC
He lets out a loud cry and kicks the blankets, startling you awake. Immediately, you're by his side, stroking his face and shaking his shoulders.
"Saeran...Saeran, love, it's not real. You're dreaming."
His face is contorted in pain and there's a sheen of sweat on his forehead, his neck. You lean forward and brush your lips against his cheeks, kissing him as you mutter, "My love, come back to me. I'm here, I'm right here. Listen to my voice and open your eyes...those eyes I love so much. Please wake up, Saeran."
As though bidden, his eyes fly open with a gasp. Before you could fully lean back and look at him, you feel his hands grabbing your arms, gripping you tightly. You let out a gasp of your own as he pushes you down on the mattress, fingers sinking into your skin. But you don't flinch, not wanting to worry him. Instead, you look into his eyes as calmly as you can, even though your heart is hurting --hurting, because the one you love is in pain.
Saeran's eyes are wide, a wild look in them. There's fear and panic and confusion in those mint orbs, a chaotic swirl of emotions. He's panting, searching your face frantically, as though he's trying to remember who you are and where he is. Despite his hold, you move your hand and let your fingers stroke his arm soothingly. Your lips part and Saeran's eyes lock onto them.
Slowly, Saeran's breathing evens out. His shoulders relax and his eyes focus on yours, his gaze softening.
"MC."
His hold on you loosens and his hands move to your face, cupping your cheeks. There's a broken look on his face as he leans down and takes your lips in his, a sadness to his kiss that you wish desperately to take from him...
Saeran sighs as he feels your arms around him, deepening the kiss. In his dreams, you were both back there...in that place. And the Sav--that woman...she had you. He thought he knew pain before, but at the mere thought of seeing you in danger, being put in a position where he can't do anything to help you...
But we are not weak.
No...no, we're not. She's here, she's with me.
She's our princess...we won't let anything happen to her.
Saeran hears you moan softly, your fingers clutching his shirt as he continues kissing you. Yes, you're here....his love, his MC. He pulls away from the kiss and presses his forehead against yours, taking deep breaths. He can feel your breath tickling his cheek as you pants softly, your cheeks tinted pink, red lips slightly parted. He gently strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers and Saeran lets out a shuddering breath.
"You're here."
"Yes. Yes, Saeran. I'm here, I'll always be here." You places your hands on his cheeks and give him a small smile. "You came back to me."
Saeran nods, tears filling his eyes.
"I'll always come back to you. You are my home now."
But his words are lodged in his throat. Your smile widens and you wipe away the tears that spill from his eyes. Saeran pulls you to him and holds you close, burying his face in your hair. Hands stroking his back, you envelop him in your arms and kiss the side of his head.
You stay like that for a while, immobile, nestled in the warmth of the other. But as Saeran's tears stop and his body relaxes, you smile at him and sit up.
"Where are you going?" Saeran's hand tightens around yours.
"Follow me, Saeran." You reach for your sweater and pull it around you, then hand him his sweater. Giving you a curious look, Saeran slips his arms into the sweater and follows you wordlessly. He doesn't let go of your hand but you have no complaints; you love the feel of his warm, slender fingers intertwined with yours.
Together, the two of you walk to the front door of the cabin. You pass Saeyoung, asleep on the couch with the glow of his laptop screen illuminating his features. Vanderwood is sitting on the couch, arms crossed, head lolling to the side. You had all decided to come here for the weekend to get some fresh air, but of course those two had stayed up late --Saeyoung, working on his latest toy design and Vanderwood, enjoying a weekend off work as Jumin's bodyguard. You press your finger to your lips and glance at Saeran and see the side of his lips twitch as his gaze lands on his older twin. Silently, you open the front door and step outside.
The cool air washes away any trace of sleep you have and you shudder. Saeran tenses when he feels the cold breeze but you tug his hand forward. He closes the door behind him and silently grabs your shoulders and faces you to him. His fingers make quick work of buttoning your sweater and you feel your heart pounding hard against your chest.
"Saeran, I'm okay," you whisper to him.
"You can't catch a cold." He mutters, before taking your hand again and pulling you forward.
From the sound of your shoes against the wooden floorboards of the porch to the soft footfalls against the grassy field in front of the cabin, you close your eyes and fill your lungs with air. You tilt your head up and when you open your eyes, the starry night sky greets you.
Saeran can't take his eyes off you. Even with tousled hair, you look beautiful. Now, bathed in the moonlight...you truly look like an angel, sent down from heaven to find him. Save him.
"You once told me that you yearned to see the sky when you were younger...Saeyoung took you to see them before, right? Well..." Your cheeks grow warm again. "I want to be that for you too, Saeran."
You squeeze his hand gently.
"I want to remind you that you're free. The sky will always be here for you now, love...just like I will."
Saeran looks up at the sky, at the twinkling stars. She's right...of course she is. His nightmares will never become a reality...because he's free now. Mint Eye is no more. He doesn't need to be Unknown or Ray or a Believer anymore...he can simply be Saeran. He no longer hates his brother. He doesn't need anyone's permission to go outside...to see the stars.
Saeran breathes in and allows himself to be lost in the moment, to be amazed at how vast the world truly is. When he was young, his world was so small, consisting of the 4 corners of their room. It was Saeyoung who broke those walls and gave him a taste of freedom --introduced him to the taste of delicious ice cream. When he was with Rika, his world grew a little...yet, he was still confined to Magenta's walls, trapped in the horrors that the elixir drowned him in.
Yes...he's been a prisoner for so long.
But now...
Now he's able to stand there and appreciate the stars scattered across the night sky.
Saeran squeezes your hand too, eyes still fixed on the heavens.
"Look, my love," he says in a soft voice. "Look how dark the sky is. It's so big, it feels scary."
Saeran trails off and you turn to look at him, not saying a word. After a while, Saeran speaks once more.
"I...I've never been in a world that wide...a world so big I'd get lost in it. Before this, I was all alone in the darkness. Or I thought I was. I...It was scary in that darkness. That is, until you came. When you came to me, it was as though a star appeared before me, an angel. You brought light with you, my love, a light that I didn't--I don't want to turn away from, ever.
You freed me, MC. You freed me from that darkness and now, now that I'm looking at this dark sky, I can't help but think...this darkness is different. Because the darkness is surrounded by plenty of stars.
The dark isn't so scary when I have my star with me." He turns to you and a small smiles comes to his lips. "My nightmares are chased away by your radiance, my love. So please, stay by my side forever."
You feel your throat closing up at his words and you don't realize that you're nodding your head, a grin split across your face. "Saeran, of course. There's nowhere else I want to be but here by your side." Closing the small distance, you step to the one you love and throw your arms around his waist, placing your head on his chest. "I love you, I love everything about you. All of us...we each have a dark sky within us. But you're right --if we have our stars with us, then that darkness will become beautiful like the night sky. Because only when the light has gone can stars truly shine."
Saeran's smile broadens and he turns your face to him. "Never stop casting your glow over me, MC."
"Saeran...keep shining for me too, okay?" You touch his cheek and feel his arms wrapping around your waist. He lets out a light laugh.
"It's because of you that I am able to shine again...It's because of you...that now, my sky is endless." Saeran leans in close, lips merely inches away from yours.
"I love you."
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From the window, Saeyoung watches you both. He chuckles softly to himself before letting the curtain fall back over the window. He takes out his phone and swipes through the screens, finding what he was looking for. He finally cracked the code for the reset --he finally did it. With one push of a button, he can restart the game...or delete the reset button. Once and for all.
The choice is easy, isn't it?
He grins and presses his finger against the screen.
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I’ve always loved Saeran but was nervous to write fics for him because maybe he’s a little relatable. No, I wasn’t drugged by a madwoman and I didn’t start texting a random girl and lure her into the apartment of said madwoman haha. But I think all of us are a little broken inside --maybe all of us have a little bit of Saeran within us. So I hope you guys find the one who’ll shine a light for you in times of darkness :)
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Hi! Can I request an MC x Saeran fluff with 5 and 14? Please make Saeran as the jelly one, if you don't mind~😆 thank you in advance! I love your writings. ❤️
Thank you so much for the request, Anon!! This was so cute, and I hope that you enjoy it!! Let me know what you think! And like always, I’m still open to requests! 💕
Saeran X MC
5: “Oh you are jealous.”
14: “Am I your lock screen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
Saeran sat in the ice cream shop, alone. MC was late; while that may not be a big deal, she never has been late before now. And with how nervous he got about being alone, lingering issues from his recovery, she had always been there before him.
Picking up his phone, just checking the time, he convinced himself, Saeran realized she was about ten minutes late. In a moment of concern, he began to dial her number when he noticed the door opening, followed by the sweet sound of her laughter.
He looked up to see his girlfriend in her beauty, but she wasn’t alone. She was laughing with another guy, someone Saeran didn’t know. He held complete trust in MC, but that doesn’t stop his temper from flaring.
“Saeran!” She said cheerfully, approaching him. Quickly, he got up and embraced her, placing a long kiss upon her lips. His actions seemingly made an impression on the man, as he smiled uncomfortably and averted his eyes from the couple, partially because Saeran was glaring at him the whole time.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?” Mc giggled, taking a small step backward, yet still holding on to his hand.
“You were late.” He mumbled, sitting back into the seat beside him.
MC perked up, suddenly remembering they weren’t alone. “Oh yeah, I am really sorry about that. But I want to introduce you to Byeol. He was the reason I was late; I hadn’t seen him in such a long time since my brother has been studying abroad the past year.”
A blush of embarrassment covered Saeran’s face. He realized why she was so comfortable around him, and why the man had seemed so similar. From his research of her family, it was always stated the two had very similar personalities.
“It is nice to meet you.” Byeol stated, “When she told me she was meeting you, I couldn’t help but meet the man she has spoken about so much.”
“Only good things, I promise,” MC said jokingly but it held a deeper meaning than her brother would understand.
“Well, I was on my way to visit our parents, so I better get back to them.” He said, checking the time on his watch. “It was great to see you again MC. Nice to finally meet you too, Saeran. I hope we can get to meet again soon.”
“I’m sure we will.” Saeran agreed, giving her hand a comforting squeeze.
MC watched as her brother left the room, then turned to face Saeran, confusion laced in her brows, “What’s wrong, you were acting odd?”
“It’s nothing…” Saeran mumbled, looking down at his ice cream.
MC recounted the past little while, putting the pieces together. His odd behavior, actions, death stares. MC’s eyes widened as she understood, “Oh, you are jealous!”
The show of embarrassment only spread across his face as he gripped her hand tighter. “I didn’t know who he was. I can trust you, but I don’t know about anyone else.”
“Hey, look at me. I am not gonna make jokes and relax around anyone that you don’t know or don’t feel comfortable about. I didn’t think about it with Byeol but I’ll be sure to introduce you officially next time, alright?”
She thought for a moment, before sticking her hand out towards him, “Let me see your phone. I’ll put his contact info in your phone just for you to have. He really seemed to have liked you, and I know you’ll feel better to know him as well.”
He silently agreed, reaching for his phone. Without thinking, he handed his phone to MC a moment too soon, trying to get it back as she turned it on. It was a picture of her, she wasn’t looking at him, instead, smiling at the scenery around her.
MC had never even seen that photo before, but he had it. He was the one to take it, she felt, as she has never had a smile that sincere when he’s not around.
“Am I your lock screen?” She asked, almost not believing his eyes for a moment.
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Saeran whispered, hands still playing with the hem of his shirt. “You just… You make me happy. Even if it’s just a picture, I feel calmer when I look at you.”
She couldn’t reply. He took her words when he stole her heart. She decided instead, to display her phone. The screen lights up to a photo of Saeran, one of the few moments he was laughing, No hints of anything other than pure joy. “I have you as my lock screen too. You’ve been through a lot in your life, but when I see you like this, it makes me happy. Like I know everything will be alright.”
Tears welled in Saeran’s eyes, but they didn’t fall in time for MC to see as he enveloped her in a desperate hug. “Thank you, MC. I love you so much”
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