#prism-nw

soobin : the shy nerd, with you being his first love, and books, his second. study sessions with him where he explains things to you, but you're simply lost in his eyes and his monotonous voice. gently snaps his fingers with the bunny-like smile permanently pasted on his face when you're around. strikes up a deal with you to kiss you every time you give a right answer to the question he asks while you two prepare for your test. your back pressed against his chest, as he reads out sentences of novels that describe just what he feels for you. gives you a book, and asks you to find highlighted words and make a sentence out of them; your heart beats out of your chest when the words sum upto form 'will you go to prom with me, my love?' and you throw yourself into his arms, nodding.

beomgyu : the avid gamer who has his eyes on the screen, a console in his hands, and you on his lap. no matter what game or level he’s playing, his free hand will always snake around to your waist, as he asks you about your day and everything that you did. of course, there are some ‘me or the ps5?’ moments, but he always chooses you, quickly muttering an apology and brushing your hair with his fingers. a firm believer that you’re his princess peach and he’s your mario. will greet you in the hallways, classroom and in front of the lockers with the slightest whisper, “hi, my pretty princess peach” that leaves your cheeks as flushed as a strawberry. leads you to a hill which has a signboard while you two are playing minecraft and asks you to flip it, revealing a 'go to prom with your mario?' as he looks at you nervously, chewing on his bottom lip. attacks you with kisses when you press the green button, signaling yes, as the fireworks go off in the game.

taehyun : the soulful musician for whom, lyrics flow like a spring but has difficulty in using words to express his love for you. so instead, he writes songs dedicated to you. everything about you mesmerizes him so much that he could go on penning down lyrics about you for hours. loves it when you two go to karaoke, where he sings all the cheesy romantic songs for you. calls you his muse, because inspiration strikes him only when he's with you. sings to you when you're too stressed to calm you down. will text you to come to the music room asap and when you enter, the entire orchestra launches into a peaceful musical piece; and he begins singing "last night on earth' by green day. two wide smiles on both of your faces once he's done with the first chorus, he begins with, 'y/n, honey, will you-' but he's cut off by you jumping and shouting 'yes!', much to his delight.

hueningkai : the notorious troublemaker who's a menace to everyone except you, the calm to his storm, his one and only anchor. caging you with his body in empty nooks and corners of the school because flustering you is his hobby. late night rides on his motorcycle, your arms wrapped tightly his waist, as if you'd never let him go. loves to tuck in your hair behind your hair, because to him in that moment, you're perfect, his everything. climbs ladders and walls to sneak into your room through your window, soft feet padding through the wooden floor of your room. impresses your parents by actually showing up at your door instead of your window, with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. 'prom, darling?' he asks, your nose scrunching up cutely at the nickname, and your parents yell 'yes' from behind as he pulls you into his arms and pictures of you two get snapped by your folks for 'memories'.

But you’re surprised to see that when you enter, Chan is sitting right there — awake, and head bopping along to a tune playing through his headphones. That’s probably why he doesn’t notice that you’ve come back home, but nonetheless, the sight of his back alone makes your shoulders relax and your body feel less tense. That’s just something so profound about him — everything he does, everything about him is so gentle even when he isn’t looking at you that sometimes you wonder how you ever got this lucky. 

You silently shrug off your coat and dump your bag on the couch next to the unfolded pile of clothes — something which did not belong on the sofa, a product of you waking up way past your alarm and dumping them on your sofa as you tried to find your clothes in a rush. You’d have to get to those soon. Chan is still completely immersed in his music — he hasn’t taken note of his surroundings at all. Typical of him, he’s always passionate and immersed into whatever he does.

When you place a hand on his shoulder, Chan jerks and gasps in shock, surprised at the way you’ve seemed to magically pop put of nowhere, even though he clearly remembers locking the door.

“Woah, you scared me. When did you get here?”

You let yourself giggle when Chan’s eyes widen in the most adorable way possible, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair as you stand beside him. 

“I thought you’d be asleep after a long week, so I used the keycard to get inside.”

“I was going to, but I wanted to see you.” Chan smiles, eyes fluttering close as he leans towards you, resting his head against your stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I missed you.” The murmur is so soft you almost miss it. but it feels like your heart is set on fire when you hear those words. It’s like being in his vicinity immediately lets you know that you’re in safe hands — everything he does, the way he holds you, looks at you, or even sits with you in silence always makes him feel like such a safe space, you feel like you could cry.

“I missed you so much.” Taking a second to push back his hair and play with his earring, you then push him back against the chair before throwing your leg over his waist, seating yourself comfortably into his lap — both of you facing each other. Sensing the approach of tears from the lump in your throat, you immediately find solace in burying your head into his neck — exhaling deeply when his fingers rub soft circles into your waist.

“Everything alright?”

You melt against him, gently pressing your lips against the crook of his neck before speaking. “I wish I could say everything was.”

Chan nods, pulling you closer and letting you feel his warmth seep through. He knows better than to question you about anything when you get like this, having enough faith in you to know that if you really wanted to talk about it, and needed to, you’d tell him.

“I wanna say so much but... I don’t even know how to put it into words.”

Chan’s heart breaks at that. You’ve always been so genuine about everything you do — often taking shit for stuff you didn’t even have to, often caring so much for people who didn’t seem to care back. You always prioritized his happiness, everyone else’s happiness before it came to your own, and as heartwarming as it felt sometimes, Chan wished you’d take care of yourself better, prioritize yourself more.

“It’s okay, darling. You’re with me now, you can relax.”

He internally pats himself on the back when he feels your lips pull into a smile from where they’re pressed against his skin, letting his nose nuzzle into your shoulder before pulling his chair forward, caging you between the table and his warm embrace.

Not that you really wanted to leave anytime soon.

“Should I get up? You seem to be working on something.” You ask, pulling away from Chan only for him to smile before leaning into peck your lips in the most gentle way anyone could. You swallow down the lump in your throat, lips pulled into a dizzy smile as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer.

“No, stay here. I don’t mind, plus, you’re warm.” And of course, in his heart, Chan says “I want to make sure you’re alright.”

You nod sleepily and then yawn, leaning into to nuzzle into his neck and watch him with tired, heavily lidded eyes as he works on his track. He takes a second to gulp down the last remnants of his coffee, looking at you curiously when he hears you laugh at that.

“What’s so funny, darling?”

“You’re drinking coffee.”

“And?”

“It’s about to be midnight.”

Shit. He was supposed to finish his coffee and throw the cup away before you came back home and noticed that he was having a caffeine explosion in the middle of the night. Chan figures he’s screwed unless he’s smart enough to come up with a logical reason for why he’s drinking coffee so late in the night, regardless of how many times you’ve chided him for how unhealthy the habit was. It wouldn’t be a total loss though, considering how the love of his life was currently snuggled up in his lap, smiling dreamily at him. He’d be willing to hear you scold him for the millionth time about his caffeine addiction as long as you were happy.

“Uhhhh...” The sight of Chan’s eyes darting from place to place as he tries to come up with a logical excuse while his hands fiddle with the hem of your shirt is too adorable for you to stay mad at him, and you decide to let it slide — he’s being kind enough to let you crash on his lap even though his legs probably hurt after days and days of practice. Chan trails off and doesn’t follow up after that. You let your own eyes trail over his coffee-coated lips, not thinking twice before gently kissing the corner, humming at the slight taste of the cappuccino that tastes oh-so-much-better than any coffee you’ve ever tasted.

You ignore the way Chan’s body tenses out of surprise and the soft gasp that leaves him, your hands finding purchase in cupping his soft cheeks as you run your thumb over the high end of his cheekbone. His lips feel soft when you brush your lips against them, and you feel the ever so slight ticklish sensation of his eyelids fluttering shut over your cheeks. 

When you pull away, foreheads resting against each other, you bite your lip softly before breaking the comfortable silence. “Thank you.”

“Sweetheart, you know you don’t have to thank me.” He counters, placing a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose before yawning and snuggling into your chest, making soft sounds of contentment as he did so. You press a kiss to the top of his forehead, then in between his eyebrows as you relish the sight of his eyes closed and lips pulled into a soft smile as though this is the only place he wants to be right now.

Chan, on the other hand, is only a thin string away from losing it and blushing furiously at the sudden shower of attention. He doesn’t know what warrants your sudden change in demeanour — he was expecting a cute pout and a frown from you, not the ticklish feeling of your lips fluttering delicately all over his face. It’s usually him who’s in the position you’re in right now, so to experience this level of affection gets him more flustered than he’s ready to admit.

And you’re not oblivious to it either — to the way his fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt and nervously play with the hem, but you secretly love it when Chan gets this shy — and it’s not like you can control yourself when you see that gorgeous shade of pink dust his cheeks either.

You take one of his hands into your own to delicately place a kiss onto his knuckles, giving him a loving look before placing one on the inside of his wrist. You let your thumb run over the soft expanse of his skin before lifting your head up to kiss him again, sighing against his lips as you drown yourself in the taste you’ve grown so familiar with, and love so much.

“Babe,” Chan breaks the kiss this time, completely flushed from your ministrations as he pants lightly. “What’s this about?”

You only smirk in response, nuzzling and placing a soft kiss into the crook of his neck, just like you did earlier, before letting your eyes flutter close.

“I just wanted to taste some of the coffee —” you snicker when he raises an eyebrow questioningly, all your worries from the week duly forgotten as you mumble into his skin. “well, this just seemed like a better way to do it. That tasted delicious.”

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I wrenched my hands out of his grip and folded my arm under my chest and glared at him.

It saddened me to to hurt such a soft person, but he had hurt me more.

"What makes you think I want to go anywhere with you now, Jungwoo?" I asked.

He looked utterly downcast now.

I was beginning to feel like a terrible person now.

"I was hoping, I could make it up to you. You do love donuts a lot. And I've heard that the cafe has rather special food items. So I was hoping, if I bought you a donut, I could be forgiven."

He had his ways.

He always did.

He managed to get away with whatever it was.

All he had to was make that puppy face and everything I owned was his.

I wiggled my fingers at him.

"You better let me eat more than one."

"So this cafe's name is...." I asked, waiting for Jungwoo to reply.

I looked around. It wasn't that big but the place was swarming with people. Still, it was warm and cosy, and the smell of the cakes and drinks were making me really hungry.

"Cafe Resonance." Jungwoo said, smiling at me his usual bright smile.

Seeing Jungwoo smile again made me feel like a stone had been liften off my chest.

"Come one, I got you the Dowoonuts." Jungwoo said, motioning to an empty table beside the windows.

The cafe overlooked the Han river, making it an ideal spot for everyone.

"The what?" I asked, looking at the warm chocolate donuts, ready to swallow them all.

"The Duwoonuts. Each food in this cafe has a different name. And rumour says.." his expression dropped to dead seriousness.

I leaned in closer, ready to swallow whatever idiotic thing he was going to say me.

".....That you fall in love with the person who serves you this."

I sat back.

"Are you trying to jinx me?"

Jungwoo smiled his serenade smile.

"I don't think you'll fall in love with me. I didn't serve you. I think you'll fall in love with the waiter over there." he said, pointing to someone behind me.

I turned back and nodded my head.

"Not bad." I said, looking at the handsome young man, who had an maddening but infectious grin on his face.

I turned back to Jungwoo. "So, tell me why you did that." I demanded him.

He sighed.

He picked something from his Duwoonut and observed it.

"You won't believe me if I said you."

"Why don't you try me?" I asked, picking up my own Duwoonut.

"Look, I know you like Yuta, but he has bad rumours going on about him. I've heard them from some people. Like he's a heartbreaker and what not."

I looked sadly at my Dowoonut ."But he was being so nice to me. And he asked me out so poiltely. And I was going to say yes and you pulled me away. I want to be loved too, Jungwoo."

I saw his jaws working hard.

"If I say I love you, will you love me back?" he asked.

I gently patted his hand and gave him a soft smile.

"I already love you. No need of that." I said, and sank my teeth into the Duwoonut.

I felt the taste explode in my mouth.

The warmth, the sweetness, the chocolate, everything was so perfect.

I felt insides warm up with every bite of the Duwoonut.

"Do you like it?" Jungwoo asked, peering at me through the top of his Dowoonut.

I grinned at him with my chocolate sauce covered lips.

"I loved it! This- this is the best donut in the world! We should come here more often!" I exclaimed.

Jungwoo grinned at me, looking genuinely happy.

All of a sudden, I felt my heart flutter.

I immediately looked away.

What was wrong with me?

We walked side by side beside the Han river, our shoulders gently brushing each other's.

There were a lot of other couples walking around us and for some reason, I was getting this mad urge to grab Jungwoo's hand in mine.

"So." I said itching for more warmth from him.

"So?" Jungwoo asked.

It was a cold and rather windy day and I could feel the goosebumps all over my arm under my thin jacket.

"I'm cold." I stated.

Jungwoo turned towards me, looking concerened.

"Do you need my jacket?" He asked, already taking it off.

"I-" I began but he had already placed in on my shoulders.

He gave me another heart fluttering smile, gently grabbed my hand and began walking.

Far down the road, I saw a couple sitting on the bench.

The woman's head rested on the man's shoulder while he held her close. They both looked so warm and snuggly together that I had a mad urge to snuggle into Jungwoo.

All of a sudden I stopped, realisation dawning on me.

Jungwoo too stopped and turned towards me, concern etched on his face.

Maybe it was the way the wind blew his hair, or maybe it was just the look of concern for me plastered on his beautiful delicate face, but I knew I was in love.

I knew I was in love from the way my body ached to be touched by him.

I knew I was in love from the way my heart fluttered every time he smiled at me.

I knew I was in love because I cried when he cried, I laughed when he laughed and I smiled when he smiled.

I loved his laughter, I loved his smile, I loved his tears, I loved the very existence of him.

"I'm in love." I whispered.

He tilted his head in confusion, his cuteness making my heart flutter once more.

"What?" He asked, coming a bit closer.

I stepped in closer until I could feel his breath hit my face.

"I said," I whispered, "I'm in love. With you."

He stared at me with an open mouth.

Then slowly, he leaned in until our foreheads were touching each other's.

"Well," he began, "it so happens that even I'm in love with you." he whispered back.

And then he leaned in more and pressed his lips against mine.

My eyes fluttered close, as a feeling of warmth spread all across my body.

I wrapped my arms around him and he wrapped his around my waist, pulling me in closer.

Finally, we broke the kiss to catch our breaths.

I felt myself smile as he leaned in once more to brush his lips against mine.

"Do you think it was the Duwoonuts?" he asked.

I laughed lightly.

"I think its just us."

soobin : stargazing while resting your head on his chest, as he tells you about the different constellations in the night sky. picks up things on the higher shelves so that you don't have to be on your tiptoes. tries to weave in flowers into your braid like the aesthetic pictures you see on pinterest, but he fails miserably and you two collapse, giggling uncontrollably. getting drunk on soju to admire his ears that have now turned red, along with the slurred love confessions. a kiss pressed to your temple, with a declaration of his love for you.

beomgyu : songs that remind him of you, and the way you make him feel, stashed in one playlist, for you to listen when he's away. painting your nails with the utmost concentration and care, while you simply marvel at the sight of this beautiful boy in front of you. handing you hair ties when the wind outside makes both, his and your hair blow while you two sit in the car, enjoying each other's presence. carries you to your bed when you fall asleep while waiting up for him, as he gently pecks your cheeks, promising to be there when you woke up.

taehyun : little post its decorating your side of the bed, your work table and the fridge, leaving messages like 'hi baby, thank you for everything' or 'my love, call me once you're free <3'. adds you to his spotify blend just to see if or not your music tastes are similar; will jump over the moon if y'all are over 80% similar. thread in tiny, pretty beads to make matching bracelets for you, and will smile so proudly when you show it off to your friends. will get all sentimental before a scary roller coaster in the amusement park, expressing how you mean everything to him and you laugh over his cuteness, before he quickly smooches your hands as the ride whizzes off.

hueningkai : lies to you about when he's coming home just so that he can see the surprise and delight in your eyes when he comes home earlier than he told you. eating the cookie batter together rather than baking it; sprinkling flour on each other during the process. splashing water on you whenever you run a bath for him, turning the calm bath session into a water fight. indulges you into the eyes staring contest, will gaze into those eyes of yours that hold so much love for him, even if both your eyes start watering and he eventually wipes off your tears and kisses your eyelids.