#soobin drabbles

the sounds of the continuous banging on your door ripped you completely from your slumber; getting up , barely putting your slippers on before making your way to the door.

“baby!”

you could hear your boyfriend through the door. “baby open up!” he was drunk. you opened the door , the taller boy flew into your arms. “no!” he yelled out , probably waking up a few neighbors in the passing. “no don’t look at her.” he stared down at you. “why are you in your underwear baby?”

“well i was sleep before you started banging on my door , waking up the building”

his friends looked confused; “he’s been drinking all night.” taehyun said. “we told him to calm down , but obviously he doesn’t listen.”

he started mumbling incoherently ; swaying your bodies back and forth. “yeah i can see that.” they scratched the back of their necks awkwardly. they said their goodbyes and you dragged you boyfriend to bed.

“baby , baby i missed you.” his words slurred , you stood in between his legs , taking his flannel off. “i missed you all day.”

his face was red; his cheek pressed against your bare stomach as he pushed your shirt up under your boobs. “soobin you’re drunk , you’re crazy if you think we’re having sex tonight.”

“why?” he kissed your stomach. “don’t you want me to eat your pussy?” he licked your stomach , you felt a tingle , lightly tugging on his hair , pulling him back to look at you — his eyes blown out.

“behave.”

“please.” he whined , pulling you down on top of him , you straddled his waist. “i’ve been thinking about you sitting on my face all night.” he left sloppy kisses along your collarbone. “i could practically taste you all over the soju baby.”

you bit down in your lip to not fuel him anymore , but he wasn’t letting up ; he wasn’t even looking you in your eyes anymore ; zoned in on your covered pussy — you could’ve sworn you saw him drooling before you lightly slapped his face. “come on let’s get you to bed.”

“not until you sit on my face.”

“soobin.” he pulled you on his chest , he could practically taste your cunt. “you’re unbelievable when you’re drunk.” your protest slowly stopping though , soobin taking notice of that , pulling you even further , his mouth so close you can feel him breathing on your pussy.

“fu-fuck soobin,” his stuck his tongue on slightly , teasingly licking your cunt through your panties. “shit.” getting a little taste , setting him off , pulling you fully on top of him , opening his mouth and engulfing your clothed cunt.

he held you down on his face , suffocating himself as he messily ate you through your panties , like the barrier didn’t matter to him , he was getting his fill regardless. “fuck bin i’m gonna cum.”

your body folded over , holding yourself up as you came , moaning his name loudly; but that didn’t stop him , he kept going , still hungry for more. “fuck so-soobin i came.”

he moaned , finally pulling away. “i’m sorry i got carried away.” he sounded even drunker than before. “you just taste so sweet i cant help myself.”

soobin was hard as a rock; palming his cock through his jeans , moaning shamelessly. “i’m so hard , i need you.” he whimpered pathetically. “please can i put in?”

knowing he’d just fall asleep , you came up with a different solution , helping him take off his shoes and pants. you laid down on your back; taking your panties off, inviting him into your arms. “good boy.” whispering in his ear.

“please.” he whimpered , you pulled his cock out from his boxers , jerking him off , feeling him rut into your hand. “please just let me put it in.”

you guided his cock into your hole; he let out a loud whimper; pushing himself all the way inside. “fu-fuck , don’t move.” you moaned , he obeyed. “good boy”

you ran your fingers through his hair softly; he sighed , his eyes fluttering closed , his red drunken face falling still. “i-i love you.” his words slurred , you kissed his forehead.

“i love you too.”

you were looking for a fresh start in a new town, a new area where you would meet new people and new friends. that also meant you would have new neighbors, and oh boy, little did you know the surprise that it would give you. you had absolutely no clue what this new beginning would have in store for you.

the place you were moving into was a slightly spacious yet affordable apartment just for you. the efficient space enough for the small amount of belongings you carried from your car to what seemed to be the living room of your new home.

it had a modern design to it, quiet from the loneliness it had been in from having no owner. you guessed the past owners took good care of it from the substantial condition it was currently in.

when you placed your boxes on the polished wooden floors, a knock is heard on your door, startling you.

quickly, you regain composure and amble to the door. as you open the door, your eyes slowly begin to see the figure that reveals himself once the door is fully open

the tall figure of a man with soft bunny-like features stands lumberingly at your door step, a small container of some sort in his unusually large hands. both of you are silent before he starts speaking with a hint of nervousness evident in his voice. "uh hello... I'm your next-door neighbor and I just made these cookies..." he said, avoiding full eye contact with you, his eyes lingering on anything else in sight. "take them if you'd like." he extends his hands, the cookies inviting as they're each individually wrapped in a cute pink resealable plastic bag to ensure freshness.

hesitantly, you reach for the container, your fingers brushing against his the slightest bit. "thank you... I'll let you know what I think of them."

with a meek and mild nod he made his way back to his apartment. he was right; he was your next-door neighbor, the next door down the hall. before he entered his home he looked back at you, finally able to make eye contact with you, even for a small moment. out of the kindness of his heart, his lips form into a small grin, his dimples now visible to the human eye.

it's an innocent sight, really, so you smile back, heading back into your own home to get yourself situated in the new environment.

you try the cookies once you're done unpacking and surprisingly, they're really good. the sweetness of the still warm chocolate chips compliments the cookie itself that's not too hard and not too soft, the perfect cookie. you make yourself a mental note to thank and compliment him when you see him again.

a few weeks pass by until your next interaction with him. it's the same thing all over again, but this time with more conversation between the two of you.

it was when you were on your way back from work on a gloomy afternoon, the sun not wanting to reveal itself and instead hid somewhere behind the clouds, making the sky dreary and cheerless. your mood was the same as the sky's, exhausted and stressed out from the long day at your workplace. you would be lying if you said the sight of your handsome neighbour didn't brighten your mood.

he was heading out of his apartment and on the way to yours. once again, he had a container of cookies in his hands, the same cute packaging that was the opposite of his appearance. Today he seemed to look even more attractive from the last time you saw him, his hair slicked back probably from running his hands in it so much. the shirt he wore was a navy polo shirt paired with blue jeans. the outfit so simple yet so appealing. you watched his eyes widen when he realizes you're walking up to him.

his demeanour seemed to have switched, a timid look plastered onto his face as you approached him.

"hi, I wanted to thank you for the cookies you gave me the last time we spoke, they were really good..." you speak with a smile, being as friendly as needed to have him soften up from his timorous persona.

"oh right, thank you. I'm glad you liked them," his voice softened at the realization of the compliment, a smile crawling up onto his face. "would you like more?"

you look at the container, the same delicious cookies sat in it waiting for you to take them, how could you say no to him? if anything you're more than happy to have them.

you nod at his question, remembering something. "oh that reminds me, I have the container you gave me last time. I washed it so you don't have to worry about it." you unlock your front door as you speak. "you can come in while I go grab it." you offer and he nods in agreement.

the both of you walk in, him behind you as his eyes dart around your house, examining the small details of your cozy dwelling. the fake plants and flowers that were almost everywhere, small lamps that sat peacefully on their designated spots, or the small cat figures that sat next to the pot with the only real plant in the whole apartment. you seemed like a relaxed human being in his eyes.

while getting the container out of the cabinet you stored it in, he asks you a question. "d-do you mind if I use your bathroom?" you could tell that he hesitated before asking, just the way he spoke displayed the obvious apprehensive character he had.

a small 'mhm' leaves your lips along with the directions of the bathroom, "of course, it's the second door down to the left."

"thank you... " he mumbled softly but not softly to the point where you couldn't hear it. he sauntered his way to the given directions as he disappeared into the hallway, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

after a while, he comes back, seeing you too busy on your phone to notice. you don't look up until he starts speaking, scaring you from the sudden voice. "I'll get going now, thanks again for letting me use your bathroom." his words are followed by a tender smile

you swiftly grab the container, handing it to him. "oh okay have a good day..."

"I forgot to ask your name..." he said, looking at you and expecting an answer.

"it's y/n, my name's y/n"

"I'm soobin. It was nice talking to you again, y/n" he heads to the front door, you follow behind him, not able to fully keep up with his steps and speed because of his long legs. you open the door for him and he steps out, waving politely with the same cute grin.

you wave back and close the door once he's out of sight, turning back to see the new container left on your counter. you'd save those cookies for later.

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after a while, it's dark outside. but not the complete starry sky you'd see at night. it actually wasn't even late, only past 7pm.

this time seemed like a perfect opportunity to finally enjoy the cookies before heading to bed. with that in mind, you made your way back to the kitchen and to the counter. your hands reached out to grab two out of the many cookies.

you began to eat one as you walked back to your room where you would eat and binge watch a show you had been dying to watch all day, excited for the new episode that had just aired.

you situated yourself on your bed and continued to eat, focusing on the show as you chewed happily on the delicious cookies.

after finishing both cookies, you felt as your body became hot, the sensation reaching your core. it was confusing that you were suddenly becoming needy but your hand crept down into your panties. this made you begin to think that maybe it was crazy of you to touch yourself because of nothing, there was no reason you should be doing such vulgar acts.

that was until in the middle of the episode, you hear a groan from the other side of the wall, in soobin's apartment. the groan was followed by more groans and lewd panting. your mind suddenly made the dirty conclusion that he was either having sex or masturbating at the same time as you.

your face heats up at the thought as the sounds continue and you end up listening and touching yourself to his sounds, the show becoming background noise as you continued to rub your clit in fast and rough circles to pleasure yourself.

a loud moan rolls off your tongue accidentally and soobin's noises come to a halt. he probably heard you. you mentally scolded yourself for being so careless of the noises you make, especially the volume of them. you couldn't see it, but you knew that your ears and face were now painted a bright strawberry pink hue from embarrassment.

you removed your hand from your pants but the needy feeling still lingered and you just couldn't get rid of it. it was nearly impossible after you were in the middle of trying to satisfy yourself.

but you tried and tried. tried to keep your hands away from your body. tried to not pay attention to the sounds of soobin that continued, this time they were quieter, but just because he lowered his volume didn't mean the wall was soundproof. you were becoming frustrated by the fact that you couldn't please yourself. you knew that you wouldn't be able to stop once you started. stopping early was probably the best choice, all you had to do was have your brain focus on something else, like your show.

that's what you decided to do. you were almost done with the episode, about ten minutes to the end. you didn't even notice the sweat drops that stuck to your forehead from resisting so much. the lower half of your body squirmed on your bed, you couldn't take it anymore. the feeling of frustration was finally able to overtake your mind and soon all you could think of was soobin and small parts of him that you found attractive; his hands and forearm muscles, how the veins embellished his arms with such beauty, the way his smirk was both cute and hot at the same time, his duality was insane.

with no other choice, you get up from your bed and start making your way to soobin's apartment, only wearing slippers and a short, thin, and threadbare night gown, the one you always seemed to wear to sleep. the breeze of the nightly weather hits your skin, barely covered from the sheer amount of fabric that made the night gown.

you gave his door a light knock, trying not to wake anyone who was potentially sleeping. it took about two minutes for him to open the door. your eyes look at the state of his face. his hair stuck to his forehead just as yours had been and his cheeks were a rosy tint. he wore a plain black tee with gray sweatpants. when you scanned his outfit with your eyes, a small wet spot could be seen from his crotch area.

your face has a surprised look on it from the new discoverment and the shade of soobin's cheeks seems to darken as his hands discreetly move to cover the cause of his embarrassment. "d-do you need something...?" the stutter of his voice backs up the embarrassed look on his face as he avoids eye contact.

it feels like a cat's got your tongue. the heat of your body overtakes you as the only thing you think of is soobin, displayed right in front of you, looking better than ever. lust clouds your brain and eyes, desire badly hidden as you look at soobin, getting closer as your body heat radiates on him.

you speak without thinking, completely oblivious of your words as you blabber out, "I-I need you..."

If soobin's cheeks couldn't blush more they certainly could now. he gazed at the way your thighs rubbed together, your pleading eyes justifying your words. you looked so needy, so submerged in the sensation of desire and it was all shown in your body language. soobin didn't know what to do, you could tell from the way he just stared, the timid expression from when you first met him back on his face and for a good reason. How else was he supposed to react when his pretty neighbor was suggesting something sexual with him?

he loses his train of thought. his pink lips parted as if he were to say something but stopped himself. the longer he took, the needier you grew, you felt your panties dampen more than they already were. before he could even agree, you pushed him and yourself into his apartment, and soobin allowed it. he made sure to close the door behind the both of you and waited for what you'd do next.

he thought you'd say something else or wait for him to get you riled up but instead you kiss him. the kiss is hungry and full of need, soobin could now fully understand the crisis you were really in, how painful it must be not getting the dirty attention you needed.

he pulled away, leaving you to catch your breath as he huffed out lecherously, "my bedroom's the second door to the left, get on the bed. I'll be right there."

hearing his words you didn't hesitate to start making your way to his room, soobin chucked to himself as he watched you speed walk.

when you made it to his room, you hopped on the bed and couldn't help but rub yourself through your panties as you await for soobin, not knowing how much you'd be able to last without getting frustrated or impatient again.

just as you're about to let out a loud whimper, soobin enters, watching the scene in front of him unfold as he sees your eyebrows furrowed and your face contort with pleasure. "you couldn't wait a few seconds, could you? nasty girl..." he walks up to you, getting down to business as he gets on top of you, getting a closer look at your horny expression. "tell me how bad you need me." he demands, placing a fist next to your head while his other hand comes to rest on your hip.

you stopped rubbing yourself to answer the question, knowing not to ignore it. this soobin was different than the soobin you met on your first day in the apartment complex. he was so fierce and demanding now; and you loved it. "p-please... need your cock badly, it hurts being empty..." you confessed, only the truth rolling off your tongue.

he raises an eyebrow in amusement to your response, clearly satisfied by it as you see him holding back a smirk that poked at the corner of his lips. "is that so? I'll have to get you ready for it then, not sure if you'll be able to take me without any prep, hm?" his hand crawls from your hip and to the hem of your night gown, pulling it up above your chest, your pretty lace bra in his view. he swears he could cum just from looking at your breasts. "so pretty..." he mumbles under his breath, his hands working hard to remove your bra and take your nipples between his finger, tweaking and rolling them in a way that had you grind against air. he places a hand on your clothed cunt to stop you, but this only drove you even more insane as you began to grind against his hand. "you're acting like a fucking bitch in heat..."

his remark makes you whine, the needy noise loud enough to echo throughout the room. "I can't take it anymore! please do something...!" your remark only adds more gasoline to the fire as soobin feels himself grow harder by the second.

you gasp as you feel your panties being pulled off, his strong hands removing them with ease. he watches the way your pussy was glistening, and all because of him and what he put in the "innocent" cookies. before anymore could be said, two of his long fingers shoved themselves inside your impatient hole, causing you to shut your eyes and hold in the inappropriate noises that threatened to leave past your lips as he pumped his digits in and out of your hole at a rapid pace, almost too much for you to handle.

you felt a knot reach your stomach as your climax neared. it felt way too fast. this was the fastest you've ever cummed. "a-ah! soobin! g-gonna cum...!" and just before your could release, his fingers removed themselves causing tears to swell in your eyes from the amount of frustration you felt at that moment and you whine in protest.

this adds to soobin's fun, making him laugh and giggle as he watched your face basically plead to him, you didn't have to say it, your face showed it all. "fine... I'll give you what you need. but I don't want you whining when it hurts, got it?" you nod fairly quickly at his words, spreading your legs for him to have better access. he loves how quick you listen to him in your needy state, he feels like he's on top the world having his pretty neighbor in his bed all to himself and no one else.

your eyes lighten up when his finge crawled their way down to the waistband of his sweatpants, finding the loosely tied drawstrings and untying it with ease. you wait with eager as he grabs the base of his dick through his pants before pulling it out of it's confinments. your lips part in shock and you have to stop your jaw from dropping at the sight. his dick is so pretty; the tip is the same strawberry red his cheeks had been when he blushed, the length so long you couldn't believe your eyes, and the girth left you in shock. you regretted not letting soobin prep you because now you knew that the stretch would hurt.

he pulled his shirt off too, his sculpted yet soft abs not matching his cute and innocent face. his forearm muscles flexed as he threw his shirt somewhere on the floor and gripped your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed and closer to his dick. you couldn't deny the fearful look on your face as you stared at the monster that hid in soobin's pants the whole while, scared to see if it'll even manage to fit in your hole that hadn't been stretched in a good while.

aligning his dick with your hole, he could already feel the tightness of your pussy as you clenched around nothing, desperate for him. with much effort, he pushed inside, your walls already gushing as they encompass his dick and he enters inch by inch. a soft moans escapes his lips when he feel the way you fit around him. "fuck baby... so. fucking. tight." he punctuates his words with each thrust, filling you to the brim that it made you dizzy.

only a few thrusts in and you're fucked dumb, gripping the duvet sheets under you as you hold it in your fist and holding yourself back from waking up anyone in the building. your sounds are high pitched, full of the lust that holds inside of you as your climax neared once more, this time not holding back. incoherent blabbles leave your mouth and you see a small menacing smirk tug at soobin's lips.

he chuckles, watching your expressions as his cock pushes deeper inside, hitting all the right spots. "already fucked so dumb, aren't you?" he said, putting you in a mating press as his hips sped up, showing no mercy to your spent cunt. "you were just so oblivious, weren't you? didn't even realize something was in your cookies... " he huffs out in a pant, pressing a kiss to your lips "I'm so glad I got you as my neighbour, baby..."

your confused and pleading eyes meet his in a haze as you question him, "w-what did you... do?" you felt as if you could barely breath from how good you felt, this was the best sex you've ever had in your life. soobin only smirks even more at your question, knowing the exact answer to your curiosity.

"you know what I put... why else would you be feeling so needy, hm?"

and then it clicked in your head, the sudden uneasiness you felt in your core wasn't for no reason at all, why would that ever happen? the cookies were filled with aphrodisiacs, and on purpose.soobin knew what he was doing since he laid eyes on you. from that moment, he knew he wanted you, he just didn't know how he'd do it when he was a timid guy who rarely talked to girl, especially pretty girls like you.

it seemed as if soobin sensed your realization, finding it amusing as he watched your eyes shift in emotions. "there you go, finally figured it out... such a good girl..." this is where soobin felt his balls tighten, knowing what was doomed to hapoen.

grunts left his lips like wildfire as he interlocked your hands even tighter, listening as your noises were easier to get out from how sensitive and overstimulated you had come to be. wet lewd sounds are heard loudly from inbetween your legs and soobin watched as his big dick disappeared inside your small tight cunt with each inhumane thrust, looking at the bulge that formed. one of his hands creeps down to press on it, making you feel as if you were on cloud nine.

"I c-can't- soobin! I need to cum...! pleasepleaseplease let me... " your pleading words seemed to have touched his soul in all the right places as he began to slow down a bit, enjoying the last few seconds before his full release. he kissed you again, tongue invading your mouth in a frenzy as you came on his cock, your moan muffled from the kiss as you grip his hands as if to never want to let go.

he followed suit, burying himself inside of you enough to cum inside of your what felt to be your womb. his seed shot out and painted your walls a thick and sticky coat of white. both of you are left panting for air when he pulls away from the kiss. his now sweaty hair is sticking to his forehead from the intense session while he stays like this with you for a small while, admiring the beauty of your face when and after you orgasm. he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to have you like this, he felt completely moonstruck, completely crazy.

turning you over and holding you tightly in his arms, his voice is sweet like honey as he spoke softly in your ear.

"I hope you don't mind being mine from now on."

Choi Soobin wasn’t used to having a girlfriend.

Don’t get him wrong—he liked you very much.

In fact, he’d been pining after you ever since the day you offered him a tuxedo-Sam band-aid after he fell at the park when you were both twelve. From that moment on, you’d taken up permanent residence in his thoughts. His decisions, his clothes, even some of his life choices quietly revolved around you.

But when it came to actually functioning around you—speaking, breathing, doing anything at all—Soobin was completely at a loss.

If he had to explain it, Soobin would say it was because you were so utterly perfect that acting normal around you felt impossible. Anyone who could act normal clearly didn’t appreciate your beauty. You were sweet—not just to him, but to everyone. You were funny. You were just mean enough to tease him, but sensitive enough to know when to stop. And you were the cutest thing alive whenever you tried to keep up with whatever his current hyperfixation happened to be.

And that was just your personality. When Soobin thought about your face, he had to actively fight the urge to blush and kick his feet like some lovesick cartoon character. You were so beautiful it felt like it should be illegal. Whenever he remembered that the two of you were still in high school—and that you were only going to get more beautiful as you grew up—his heart practically stopped. He couldn’t stop his mind from imagining you in your late twenties, his pretty wife.

Was he horrifically down bad for a seventeen-year-old in his first relationship?

Yes.

But Soobin wore it like a badge of honour.

The more he realized how perfect you were, the more he felt he needed to step up—be the perfect boyfriend, just for you.

This meant spending hours watching the most predictable, cliché romance movies just to see you smile. It meant being ahead in math class and pretending he actually enjoyed it, all so you’d ask him for help. It meant replying to your messages instantly, even when he couldn’t be bothered to answer his brother’s demands for food. He’d blow his allowance on snacks for you just to make sure you stayed well-fed at school.

He would do anything for you.

And the thing was—it wasn’t difficult.

You simply made him want to be the best version of himself he could possibly be.

However, the month of December was approaching.

His first December with a girlfriend, and not a girl who he was awkwardly trying to make more than friends.

Which meant that it was his first birthday with a girlfriend, and his first holiday season with a girlfriend.

He wasn’t worried about his birthday; if anything, he was excited. You’d been hyping the day up for weeks, and he’d practically melted with happiness when he learned that both of your parents had agreed to let you spend the day together at the downtown holiday market. It meant the two of you could finally live out your shared dream: ice skating hand-in-hand, eating overpriced sweet treats, and ending the night with his friends and family at his favourite restaurant in the city.

It was perfect.

It was the day after his birthday when the real problem finally hit him—thanks to Yeonjun, of course. Yeonjun, his favourite cousin, who was home from university and had taken over the guest bed like he owned the place, glanced up from his phone and said, far too casually:

“I wonder what you’re gonna give your girl for Christmas.”

Soobin paused the Khan Academy video he was watching on integrals—just to get ahead so he could help you in class, though no one needed to know that—and turned to face Yeonjun, eyes wide.

“A Christmas gift?” he echoed, his voice a little higher than usual. Yeonjun was now fluffing up the pillows on Soobin’s bed with full intentions to lie down in it and wrinkle the sheets, because of course he was.

Yeonjun nodded. “Yeah. You know… something that shows how much you know and love her.”

Soobin’s throat went dry. He had been thinking about the holidays, sure—but he’d been so wrapped up in his birthday excitement and trying to be the perfect boyfriend for you that the thought of a Christmas gift had completely slipped his mind.

He blinked, turning back to face the screen that was showing heinous math equations.

‘A gift shouldn’t be too hard,’ he told himself.

He ripped a page from the back of his math notebook, completely abandoning his earlier mission of learning integrals. With a big blue pen—your favourite color—he wrote at the top: WHAT MAKES A PERFECT GIFT.

He grabbed the pencils you had given him (you insisted you should have matching stationery since his old dinosaur pencils were dollar-store quality) and started brainstorming.

To make the perfect gift, Soobin would need to:

Have knowledge of the things you liked (done—he even had a notes folder dedicated to it).

Make sure it was something you didn’t already have (he always took note of your shopping hauls).

Make it personal (he had a pretty good track record, thanks to past Mother’s Day gifts).

The last thing he needed to find the perfect gift was… money.

Soobin slumped in his chair at the realization. He winced, remembering that he’d already spent his previous allowance and birthday money on gaming add-ons and hoodies—leaving him with nothing even close to a worthwhile gift.

He groaned and buried his face in his hands, already picturing Yeonjun laughing at his suffering.

‘How hard could it be to make some money?’ he thought to himself.

And just like that, a plan began to form—a plan born of sheer desperation and an empty bank account.

He would make that money.

And he would find you the perfect gift.

ATTEMPT #1 : CUSTOMER SERVICE CALLS

Soobin hated talking out of line.

It was one of the things you’d once admitted you liked most about him—something he secretly treasured more than any exam score he’d ever gotten.

You’d told him this during what he liked to call a pre-date: the two of you sitting in the bubble tea shop near school, sharing tapioca and warmth and stress-induced ranting. He had already ordered both of your drinks without asking, because he knew your go-to by heart, and you had launched straight into your newest tragedy: the English assignment.

“Mr. Han grouped me with them, Binnie,” you groaned, dramatic as ever. “Because apparently I’m a ‘good influence.’ Like I’m some charity project.”

He blinked. You leaned forward, voice rising.

“He doesn’t let anyone talk! His ego is so high Zeus looks up to it!”

Soobin tried very hard not to laugh—mostly because you looked genuinely seconds away from throwing a tapioca ball at someone. He’d talked to the guy you were complaining about, Lee Chaewon. Cool on the outside, migraine on the inside. Every sentence the boy spoke made Soobin feel like hitting his own head against a locker.

And now he could see the same fate befalling you.

You threw your hands up again. Soobin quickly grabbed them, gently lowering them before you could smack a passing freshman. “Maybe if you talk over him? Say your ideas firmly and he’ll have to listen?”

You stared at him like he’d announced he was moving to Mars.

“I try, Binnie! Every time I talk, he nods like he’s listening and then goes, ‘Actually, I have another idea,’ and then repeats my idea but with SAT vocabulary! I swear he thinks he invented words.”

Soobin had never seen you this frustrated—not even when you confessed that your math grade was dropping fast enough to require a tutor immediately.

He opened his mouth to comfort you, but then you said something that made his entire brain short-circuit.

“You know…” Your voice softened, your hands relaxing in his. “You’re like… my favourite boy. Because at least you let me talk.”

Your favourite boy.

The words rooted themselves in his chest, glowing.

He didn’t say anything—partially because he was shy, and partially because he was terrified that if he opened his mouth he’d let out a sound that wasn’t human.

From that moment on, his ability to stay quiet when needed wasn’t just a habit.

It was something he prided himself on.

Which is why his hand was trembling as he pulled up the customer service number for the Taobao clothing haul he’d… impulsively bought.

He silently cursed himself for getting overexcited—if he had just waited seven more hours, he would’ve had the money to buy you any gift in the world. But no. Now half his allowance was sitting in a virtual shopping cart, and the other half was en route to his dorm in the form of unnecessary hoodies.

He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what was about to happen.

His finger hovered dramatically over the screen.

This was it. His first step toward financial redemption.

He pressed the dial button.

The line rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then a click.

“...Hello, thank you for calling Taobao Customer Care,” a monotone voice droned, somehow sounding bored and irritated at the same time. “What do you want?”

Soobin stiffened. “Um—h-hi. I wanted to… cancel an order?”

A long, suffering sigh blasted through the speaker.

“So you’re one of those.”

Soobin blinked. “One of… what?”

“People who buy things they don’t need,” the agent replied flatly. “Happens a lot when you’re heartbroken. Are you heartbroken?”

“What? N-no!” Soobin sputtered, his ears already turning red. “I’m not heartbroken—I have a girlfriend!”

A pause.

A judgemental pause.

“Well, la-dee-da,” the agent said. “Good for you. Must be nice. Anyway, what’s the order number?”

Soobin read it out quickly, praying the agent wouldn’t ask more questions.

“Mhm. Yep. Got it,” they muttered, keys clacking lazily. “This order is already being prepared for shipment. You can’t cancel.”

Soobin’s heart dropped. “B-but I placed it last night!”

“Yeah, well, our system is fast. Unlike my coworkers,” the agent said. “But, ugh, fine. Let me see if I can do something. Why are you canceling?”

Soobin hesitated.

He could lie.

He could say he clicked the wrong thing.

But no—he was Soobin: honest, nervous, down bad.

“It’s… for my girlfriend,” he admitted softly. “I need the money to get her a Christmas gift.”

The agent snorted. Snorted.

 “Awwww. Young love. Disgusting.”

Soobin wheezed. “I—what?”

“Listen, kid,” the agent continued, “girls don’t care about gifts. They care about emotional support and communication. Buy her a rock or something. My ex got me a rock once.”

A beat.

“Then dumped me. But the point stands.”

Soobin’s eyes twitched. “I—uh—I don’t think she’d like a rock.”

“Fine, get her socks.”

“Socks?”

“Girls love socks. My sister stole all of mine because they were ‘cute.’”

Soobin wasn’t sure if he should take notes, hang up, or simply perish on the spot.

“I mean, the last resort,” the agent continued breezily, “would be to take your relationship to the next level and get physical.”

Soobin froze.

The silence was deafening.

The agent added, as if giving instructions on how to assemble a bookshelf, “Girls love a man who can take control.”

Soobin physically recoiled from his phone. “I—I’m a minor,” he managed to choke out, face heating up so fast he thought he might combust.

The agent clicked their tongue, entirely unfazed. “Anyway. Do you want this order canceled or not?”

“Yes! Please!”

“Okay,” the agent sighed, “I’ll submit a request. It might get approved. It might not. Depends on whether the system likes you today.”

Soobin blinked. “The system… likes me?”

“Yeah. It picks favorites. Not me though.”

A bitter sniff.

“Is that all?”

“So… I just wait?”

“Yep. Just like you’ll wait for this girlfriend to eventually break your heart—”

“WHAT—?!”

“Have a nice day. Or whatever.”

Click.

The line went dead.

Soobin stared at his phone in traumatized silence, wondering if this was truly worth ₩668,000…

And then he remembered your smile.

Yes. Yes it was.

Turning to his laptop he opened the order page and refreshed it.

Nothing.

He was refreshed again.

Still nothing.

He waited five minutes, pacing in circles, muttering to himself, chewing on his sleeve, praying to every higher power he’d ever heard of.

Then—

A new notification.

He gasped, snatching his phone so fast he nearly dropped it.

“Your cancellation request has been reviewed.”

YES. YES. YES—

He opened it.

“Status: Denied.”

Soobin froze.

Then reread it.

Then reread it again.

Denied.

Underneath, in smaller text:

Reason: Order already packed and ready for shipment. Have a lovely day! 😊

The smiley emoji felt like a slap.

His soul left his body.

He dropped onto his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“…I hate emojis,” he whispered.

Then—DING!

A second notification.

From Taobao Customer Care Chat Support.

He clicked it.

Agent 1092: “Hey. Just a heads up, your cancellation didn’t go through. Told you the system hates me.”

Agent 1092: “Also told you girls don’t need fancy gifts. You should’ve gone with the rock idea. Just saying.”

Agent 1092: “Anyway, good luck with your relationship. You’ll need it.”

Soobin let out a noise that was half-groan, half-cry.

Not only was the order shipping, not only was his refund denied, but now he had unwanted aftercare from the world’s worst customer service agent.

He face-planted into his pillow.

And as if the universe wanted to truly finish him off—

Yeonjun walked by his door, paused, and said:

“Why do you look like you just witnessed your future fall apart?”

Soobin groaned louder.

ATTEMPT #2 : COLLECTING “REAL” DEBT

You had always said that you liked people who were into giving.

Soobin found this out during a so-called “study session” at his house (in reality, the two of you were sitting at the dining room table while his brother lurked in the living room, pretending to watch TV but actually making sure Soobin didn’t become a “real man” at sixteen and ruin family dinners forever).

He was supposed to be explaining the tricks and tips of trigonometric relations, but the lesson flew out the window the moment you asked for a break.

A break led to conversation. Conversation led to comfortable laughter. And comfortable laughter led to Soobin blurting out, far too casually to be casual:

“What… what type of people do you like?”

He remembered the way you blinked slowly, processing the question.

He remembered the small pout that formed on your lips as you thought about it.

He remembered sitting there across from you, heart thudding against his ribs, silently begging the universe to hand him an answer he could see himself in.

“I like people,” you began, looking unfairly pretty under the harsh dining room lights, “who are sweet, kind, and understanding. They should be funny, too. But also know boundaries.”

Soobin had stopped breathing. I can do that. I can be that.

You weren’t done.

“I like people who love to give,” you continued thoughtfully. “People who understand they might not always get something back, but they try anyway. I think that says a lot about who they are.”

Then you giggled. “Like you, Soobin.”

His heart flatlined.

“You’re tutoring me right now,” you said breezily, “even if the only thing I can offer is my company in return.”

You hummed, completely unaware of the tomato-red boy dissolving in front of you.

“You’re like… my favourite kind of person.”

Which… did not help his guilt when he called an emergency meeting with his friends the day after the failed customer service call,  all because he’d decided it was finally time to collect payment for every favour he’d ever done for them.

But he was broke. Desperate. And in love.

A terrible combination.

The plan was simple—or as simple as Soobin’s panic-fueled brain could make it: meet all the boys after school, while you were busy helping the drama club prep their stage sets for the spring , and politely demand (read: beg on his knees if necessary) that they finally pay him back.

Which was how he ended up here, two weeks before the winter break, standing in the only study room the school library had to offer—a room barely bigger than a broom closet, with flickering fluorescent lights and a suspiciously sticky table.

He dropped his backpack onto a chair with a thud, exhaled shakily, and pulled up the “speech” he’d written in the Notes app during biology class. (He had been supposed to be learning about mitosis, but honestly? Emotional deterioration felt like a better representation of what he was going through.)

Now, pacing the room like a man about to negotiate a hostage situation, he muttered under his breath:

“Hello, valued friends. I have supported you through emotional turmoil and academic despair… and in return, I humbly request—no, confidently assert—that you repay your debts to me as soon as possible…”

He paused, grimaced, and rewrote the line in the air with his hands.

“No. Too aggressive. They’ll run.”

He cleared his throat and tried again, voice barely above a whisper:

“Hi guys… um… remember when I helped you all? And… yeah… if you could possibly, maybe, potentially—”

He winced.

“That’s pathetic,” he whispered. “I sound like a customer service rep apologizing for breathing.”

He took a deep breath, straightened his sweater, and gave his cheeks a light slap to hype himself up.

“Why are you slapping yourself?”

Soobin spun around so fast he nearly tripped. His hands went clammy and dropped uselessly to his sides when he saw Taehyun and Beomgyu standing in the doorway.

“Hi,” he blurted—far too loudly. The librarian’s glare cut across the room like a laser.

He hurriedly motioned for the two boys to shut the door. They slipped inside after exchanging a look—somewhere between concern and disbelief.

The younger two, who had met Soobin through family friends (Beomgyu) and school orientation (Taehyun), were genuinely horrified. Their normally calm, collected friend now looked like someone who’d just learned his parents discovered exactly how much of his allowance had gone toward you.

“Are you okay?” Taehyun asked carefully.

Soobin inhaled again, ready to launch into his entire panicked monologue—when the door burst open hard enough to be a crime.

Huening Kai tumbled in, dragging a panting Heeseung behind him. Heeseung looked like this was the first time he’d done physical activity in the past year, maybe two.

Soobin flinched at the slam, then frantically shushed them—as if that could undo the librarian’s brand-new hatred for him.

Kai only shrugged as Soobin rushed to the door, poking his head out to give the librarian a guilty, apologetic smile. Her expression made it very clear she would never let him borrow a study room again.

Soobin grabbed his two younger friends and sat them down.

Which made the cramped study room look less like a casual hangout and more like Soobin was allowing the Council of Fate (his four friends sitting in a row in front of him) to decide whether he would continue to have a functioning social life—and a relationship—in the new year.

Once they were all seated, Soobin cleared his throat. “Okay,” he said, clasping his hands together like a man about to deliver terrible news at a family meeting. “Thank you all for coming.”

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow. “We didn’t come. Kai dragged Heeseung, and Taehyun and I followed the sound of you yelling ‘Hi’ at a volume that could break windows.”

Soobin chose not to acknowledge that.

“I’ve called this emergency meeting because… I need something from you guys.”

Four pairs of eyes blinked slowly at him, the exact expression of people who knew they were guilty of something but not sure which crime was finally catching up to them.

“It’s about money,” Soobin announced.

A collective groan echoed around the room.

Heeseung, still recovering from being dragged across campus, rubbed his forehead. Kai slid further down his chair like he could escape through the floor. Taehyun pinched the bridge of his nose, already bracing himself. Beomgyu stared at the ceiling as if spiritually ascending.

But Soobin pushed on—he had practiced this speech in biology class, and he refused to die without delivering it properly.

“I have helped all of you,” he began, pacing like a stressed soccer mom. “I have edited essays. I have explained math. I have provided emotional support during your crises. I have rescued you from academic disasters of your own making—”

Beomgyu raised a hand. “To be fair, they were creative disasters.”

“—and in return,” Soobin continued firmly, “I am politely demanding that you all finally pay me back.”

Kai winced. Heeseung let out a sound of pure financial agony. Taehyun muttered something that suspiciously sounded like “I knew this day would come.” Beomgyu dramatically clutched his chest.

Soobin opened his Notes app with the seriousness of someone unveiling crucial evidence in court.

“The combined total you all owe me,” he said, pausing for effect, “is about… roughly the price of a new winter coat.”

Silence.

Horrified, guilt-ridden silence.

Heeseung cleared his throat, sat up a little straighter, and asked with the dignity of a man preparing for bankruptcy court:

“What if… we’re,” he paused, searching for a word heavy enough for his tragedy, “broke?”

Soobin blinked at him. Once. Twice.

“You literally asked me three days ago how much ramen you should buy if you wanted money left over for skins on League.”

Heeseung immediately deflated, sliding down the chair like wet laundry.

“Okay, but what if I spent it already?” he mumbled.

“Return the ramen,” Soobin said flatly, his voice stripped of all hope.

Heeseung winced—physically winced—then rubbed his stomach over his hoodie with the sadness of a man sharing a war story.

“I can’t. I… ate it all.”

Soobin stared at him, horrified.

“You ate a month’s ramen in two days?”

Heeseung smiled sheepishly.

“I was hungry yesterday.”

Before Soobin could decide whether to scold him or cry, Beomgyu leaned over and held out a fist, solemnly.

“Respect.”

Heeseung fist-bumped him without hesitation.

Soobin felt his eye twitch so violently he briefly worried he was developing a condition.

He turned to the other three.

He sighed and clasped his hands together, desperation radiating off him in waves.

“Please tell me you can help my case.”

He looked at them—Taehyun, Beomgyu, Kai, and Heeseung—all four suddenly finding the floor, ceiling, walls, and even their own shoelaces infinitely more interesting than his face.

Just like his shoulders slumped down, all his hopes sank with them.

Taehyun was the first to crack.

He lifted a finger—slowly, guiltily—like he was admitting he didn't do the homework in Mrs.Song's class.

“So… the thing is… I may or may not have bought a new pair of wireless earbuds.”

Soobin blinked. “You already have wireless earbuds.”

“These ones have a case that lights up,” Taehyun admitted, shamefully proud.

Soobin inhaled through his nose.

Then he turned to Kai.

Kai raised both hands like he was being arrested.

“Before you say anything—I have a very good explanation.”

Soobin waited.

Kai hesitated.

“I spent mine on… puzzle figurines.”

“…What kind of puzzle figurines?”

“Uh… the… limited edition penguin ones?” Kai mumbled.

“THE ONES THAT WOBBLE?” Soobin’s voice cracked up an octave.

Kai nodded slowly, looking like a child caught stealing cookies.

Before Soobin could even begin processing that, Beomgyu let out the most dramatic, suffering-filled sigh.

“Soobin,” he said, placing a hand over his heart, “I would love to pay you back—really, truly—but I’m experiencing an… emotional financial block.”

Soobin stared. “…What block?”

“You know how my mom grounded me for buying that $75 shampoo?”

“So… you’re grounded.”

“Yes,” Beomgyu nodded gravely.

 “So she took my debit card.”

 A pause.

“And my emergency cash.”

Another pause.

“And my piggy bank.”

“…You had a piggy bank?”

“That’s not the point,” Beomgyu snapped, offended.

Soobin pressed his palms to his eyes, contemplating his life choices.

This meeting was not going the way he had scripted it. Not at all. The one thing he’d forgotten to factor in was that he wasn’t the only dumb boy who spent all his money on dumb things—they all did.

He turned to face the group again… only to find them passionately debating whether they should get bubble tea on the way to Heeseung’s house or actually study.

It was a one-sided battle: Taehyun desperately trying to argue the importance of reviewing advanced functions, versus three boys loudly making slurping noises as their counterargument.

Soobin pinched the bridge of his nose and glanced at the clock.

3:45.

He froze.

He had promised he’d pick you up at 3:40.

His stomach dropped. He’d left you alone and stranded for five minutes.

In a flash, he grabbed his bag.

“You’re all lucky I’m too tired to lecture you about your irresponsible spending habits,” he muttered, slinging the strap over his shoulder.

“As if you aren’t the same as us,” Beomgyu snorted.

Soobin narrowed his eyes as he backed toward the door.

“At least I don’t blow it all in two days,” he hissed—aimed directly at Heeseung, because seriously, twelve packets of ramen in two days should be medically studied.

He shut the door behind him and practically sprinted through the hallways. Thankfully, the school was mostly empty—allowing him to run (well, speedwalk aggressively) without witnesses.

And then he saw you.

Leaning against his locker.

Scrolling on your phone.

Holding his jacket in your arms, carefully folded like it was something precious you were safeguarding for him.

He forgot all about gifts, money, and debt collectors disguised as friends.

He walked toward you, soft and happy, and tapped the top of your head with the confidence afforded only by his ridiculous height.

You flinched like a startled bunny, and he had to stop himself from cooing.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” he said, voice warm like hot chocolate in winter.

You smiled. “Of course. Who else is going to protect me from the snow outside?”

He glanced at your thin jacket—the one that never zipped properly—and frowned.

“It’s freezing. Wouldn’t you get cold?”

“Maybe I won’t,” you hummed, “if you hold my hand on the bus?”

He smiled. “Doesn’t mean I’ll let you walk home from the bus stop cold.”

You pouted. “Or… you could walk me home. And do your homework there?”

He sighed, pained.

“As much as I want to, your parents would definitely not want me over when you have an accounting test tomorrow.”

You gasped dramatically. “How dare you use my schedule against me?”

He laughed—and made up his mind instantly.

Gently, he placed his hands on your shoulders. You melted on the spot, leaning into his touch, practically purring like a cat.

He guided you aside and opened his locker—making you whine softly when his hands left you.

From inside, he pulled out the cozy blue scarf—the scarf, the one he bragged about because his brother had bought it for him in London.

You watched him in quiet awe as he approached you.

He placed the scarf around your neck with the precision of a surgeon who had trained his whole life for this exact moment. He arranged your hair carefully so it wouldn’t irritate your skin, fluffing the fabric just enough so it framed your face perfectly for any future selfies.

You couldn’t stop staring.

Your lips parted.

Your cheeks warmed.

Your heart thudded so loudly he would’ve heard it if he’d leaned even an inch closer.

When he finally tied the scarf neatly and looked up at you for approval, he froze.

Your eyes were soft.

Too soft.

Dangerously soft.

And he blushed.

You stepped forward—quick and warm—and pressed a kiss to his nose, giggling when he jolted like he’d been electrocuted.

“That’s not fair,” he sputtered, flushing. “I try to keep you warm and you laugh at me?”

He pulled on his jacket, now that it was back in his hands, letting you quietly play with the matching keychains hanging from his zipper—the ones you bought together at the mall.

“How was your day?” he asked, needing to hear your voice again.

You rambled about an annoying classmate, his scarf snug on your neck, your hand brushing his arm. He absently patted the empty space where the scarf should have been on his own outfit—but seeing you wearing it, looking warmer and prettier than anyone had a right to, he didn’t mind the incoming interrogation from his parents.

Finally, the two of you headed toward the bus stop.

He laced his fingers through yours.

Listened to you talk.

Felt warmth spread through his entire chest.

He would get you the perfect gift.

He didn’t care how long it took—or how many schemes he had to come up with.

Because you were worth it. 

ATTEMPT #3 : OPERATION LEARN HOW TO PUT THOSE LONG FINGERS TO USE

Soobin was terrified the first time you met his parents as his girlfriend.

Soobin was practically petrified the first time he met your parents as your boyfriend.

But if he was being honest, he couldn’t deny that he fell for you even more after that fateful dinner.

It was a Friday evening in March when he’d come over to your house to formally meet your parents. He still remembers the day before: panicking over his economics test, panicking over how to impress your parents, panicking in general—basically cycling through every synonym for “fear” that he hoped would make his English teacher think he was a literary genius.

He was scared. Petrified. Horrified. Alarmed.

Any dramatic words from a thesaurus? Yes, he was that.

When the clock struck five and the sky was already turning dark, Soobin remembered standing at the door, waving his brother away like he was being shipped off to war. In his hands were a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine—both of which his brother had shoved at him with the confidence of a man who believed he alone was responsible for why his girlfriend’s parents liked him.

Soobin wasn’t sure he believed that logic, but his brain was already melting from nerves. So he held the flowers. Hold the wine. Held onto the rapidly fading hope that he would somehow survive this.

He remembers ringing the doorbell.

He remembers you opening the door, looking so pretty in the cozy sweater he’d saved up three months to buy you.

You beamed at him, reaching your hand out to pull him inside—but Soobin was so scared he just stared dumbly at your outstretched hand like he’d never seen one before.

You shook your head, smiling, “Are you going to stand there the whole night?”

He blinked back into reality. “Can I?”

You laughed—a soft, sweet sound that melted every nerve he had. “All the food we made is going to get cold,” you warned, eyes glimmering, “which would make my mom absolutely hate you.”

That snapped Soobin back into survival mode. “Right. We can’t have that.”

“Nope,” you agreed. “That is absolutely unacceptable.”

So Soobin stepped inside, carefully taking off his shoes and placing them next to yours—something he never bothered to do until he noticed you always did it.

With his heart in his hands (along with the bouquet and the wine), he stepped into your house.

He’d been there before…but back then he was just your tutor.

Not your boyfriend.

He remembers standing stiffly at the dinner table, unable to properly function without you hovering somewhere nearby. It didn’t help that the first pair of eyes he met were your dad’s—sharp, unreadable, and scanning him up and down like he was a suspicious package left unattended.

Soobin bowed, nearly dropping the flowers. “H-Hello, sir,” he stuttered.

Your dad hummed. A sound that held judgment. Deep, ancient judgment.

Then, without blinking, he asked,

“Are you an alcoholic?”

Soobin’s soul left his body.

“No!” he blurted—loud enough that he heard the muffled giggles of you and your mom from the kitchen.

Your dad raised a slow eyebrow. “Then would you like to explain why you’re holding a bottle of wine?”

Soobin glanced down at the bottle like he’d never seen it before in his life.

He wished his brother were here so he could strangle him.

He felt his hands become sweaty, his body working against him as if to make him drop the bottle.

His palms grew sweaty—so sweaty it felt like his own body was actively trying to make him drop the bottle.

He cleared his throat, voice wobbling. “I—I brought it. My parents told me that you should bring a gift when visiting someone’s home for the first time, so… My brother made me bring this. For you. Sir.”

He paused, proud of himself for getting the sentence out without fainting, but still far too terrified to make eye contact.

Your dad crossed his arms. “And the flowers?”

Soobin quickly raised them, presenting the small grocery-store bouquet like it was a royal offering. “They’re for your wife, sir.”

Your dad blinked once. Slowly.

“Are you trying to woo my wife, Choi Soobin?”

Soobin’s soul dropped further into the abyss.

“No!” he yelped, voice cracking.

From the kitchen came a bright, familiar laugh—yours.

“Dad, stop teasing him! He looks like he’s going to pass out.”

At that moment, Soobin had never wanted to hug someone—other than his mom—so quickly in his life.

You appeared from the kitchen holding four plates, and Soobin immediately panicked. Not because you were holding plates, but because it gave him an excuse—any excuse—to move, to do something, to not sit here under your dad’s laser-beam stare.

He practically slammed the wine and bouquet onto the table so he could rush to you and take the plates from your hands.

You beamed at him, squeezing his arm in a way that sent all his vital signs into chaos.

“Do you need any help in the kitchen?” Soobin asked hopefully, watching as you turned to head back in to grab the rest of the dishes.

You shook your head with a small, amused smile. “Nope. You stay. Bond with my dad.”

Soobin would have rather melted into your carpet like a stressed candle.

But you disappeared back into the kitchen—leaving him alone. With your father. Who was still staring at him like he was trying to figure out whether Soobin was a suitable boyfriend or a potential tax fraud case.

Resigned to his tragic fate, Soobin slowly returned to the dining table and sat down across from your dad, the bouquet and bottle of wine resting between them like awkward peace offerings.

The silence was immediate. Heavy. Suffocating.

Your dad leaned back in his chair.

“So,” he said, tone neutral and somehow threatening anyway, “you tutor my daughter, hm?”

Soobin swallowed, then nodded.

This was it. This was how he died.

Thankfully, salvation arrived in the form of your mom sweeping into the dining room with a warm smile and a serving tray.

“Soobin, dear! It’s so nice to finally have you join us for dinner,” she said, setting down the side dishes with practiced elegance.

Soobin immediately stood and bowed so low he probably looked like he was auditioning to be a butler.

“H-Hello, ma’am! Thank you for having me!”

Your mom laughed softly, patting his shoulder. “Such a polite boy. No wonder our daughter likes you.”

Your dad coughed sharply, looking personally offended by the compliment.

You walked in right after, holding a platter of steaming dumplings. The second your eyes met Soobin’s, relief washed through you both.

You took your seat beside him—thank God—and bumped your shoulder gently against his. “You okay?” you whispered.

“No,” he whispered back immediately.

You stifled a laugh.

Your mom began arranging the dishes on the table and sighed dramatically. “I spent the whole evening in the kitchen. I hope you’re all hungry. Though I’ll admit,” she chuckled, “I’m always jealous of girls who date boys that cook. Imagine coming home to a homemade meal.”

Your dad scoffed. “If I cooked, this house would’ve burned down in 2003.”

You snorted. “Dad, I literally watched you burn toast last week.”

He pointed his chopsticks at you. “That toaster is too strong.”

Your mom ignored him with the skill of a woman long-practiced. She turned to Soobin with a friendly tease. “Do you cook, Soobin?”

Soobin froze. Completely.

“I—uh—I can… assemble cereal?”

You laughed, but your mom only hummed politely.

“That’s alright,” she smiled. “Cooking can be learned. And honestly, making something with your own hands is always more meaningful.”

You perked up at that, leaning forward.

“Exactly!” you said. “If someone made something for me, like actually made it with their hands, I would melt on the spot.”

Soobin’s head snapped toward you so fast he almost strained something.

You shrugged, completely sincere and sweet. “It’s just… thoughtful, you know? When someone puts real effort into something for you.”

Your mom nodded approvingly.

Your dad narrowed his eyes across the table at Soobin, silently mouthing, You hear that? Effort.

And Soobin, already sweating through his nicest sweater, felt his heartbeat pick up.

He smiled at you, taking in that information and storing it in his brain, in case it ever came up.

Which it did.

Soobin had no money.

None.

He had exhausted every possible option to acquire money for your gift—asking the boys (financial disasters), checking his bank account (financial apocalypse), considering selling his soul to Taobao (Agent 1092 said no).

Which led him to his current situation:

Sniffling in bed three days before winter break, wrapped in three layers of blankets like a damp, oversized burrito. His nose was red, his throat was sore, and his eyes were burning—but not from the fever.

From watching YouTube videos titled “BEGINNER-FRIENDLY CROCHET BUNNY (NO SKILLS NEEDED!)”

…and failing spectacularly at all of them.

Turns out, while giving you his scarf made him extremely boyfriend-coded, it was not helping his immune system.

His cold was feeling cold.

He was pretty sure his cough had developed its own personality.

Still, he stubbornly replayed the video, squinting at the instructor’s overly cheerful voice.

“Just yarn over—”

“What does that MEAN?” Soobin croaked back at the phone, voice cracking like a twelve-year-old boy in a coming-of-age movie.

His fingers—long, elegant, piano-like—were apparently useless when it came to yarn. Every time he tried to start, the hook tangled, the yarn knotted, and somehow, inexplicably, the ball of yarn rolled off his bed and hit him in the face.

He sniffled pathetically and muttered,

“I’m doing this so she melts. I’m doing this so she melts. I’m doing this—” ACHOO  “—so she melts.”

He paused the video again, rewound it for the eighth time, and forced his trembling hands to attempt the magic ring.

The yarn slipped.

The loop fell apart.

Soobin collapsed face-first into his pillow.

If love required skill, he was doomed.

But he refused to give up.

Not when he could still hear your voice, soft and warm, telling his mother that you melted when people made things for you.

He dragged the blanket tighter around himself, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and tried again.

His fingertips were numb, his nose was running, his fever was rising, and nothing about this situation screamed “romantic gesture”—but he was determined.

Because he wasn’t just making a plushie.

He was making your gift.

And he was going to make you melt if it killed him.

(Which, at this rate, it just might.)

When his magic ring mutated into a catastrophic lump of knots, Soobin groaned, snapped, and threw his thirty-second attempt across the room—

—directly at his sister.

He winced at the sharp inhale that followed.

He immediately bundled himself deeper into the blankets for survival as she placed a tray of hot soup on his desk.

Soobin was scared of three people in his life: his parents… and his sister.

If he had to rank them, one being the most terrifying, the list would go:

his sister,

his mom,

his dad.

He had established at age seven that his brother was a crybaby, so he didn’t count.

“Soobin,” she said, voice dangerously calm for someone who currently had a red mark forming on her forehead from a flying crochet hook, “would you like to explain why I just got nerfed in the head with my yarn and my hook?”

Soobin flinched under her gaze, pulling the blanket up to his chin like it was a shield.

“I—I didn’t mean to—” he stammered, eyes wide.

“You didn’t mean to what? Attempt to murder me with yarn?” she asked, eyebrows raised, voice dripping with mock accusation.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Words were failing him. This was worse than any interrogation from your dad.

She crossed her arms, peering at the pile of tangled yarn and half-formed bunny on his desk. “And what exactly are you doing?”

He swallowed hard. “I’m… uh… making a gift.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “A gift?”

“For… Y/N,” he muttered, voice barely audible, scarfing down the last bits of pride he had left.

She blinked at him. Then, very slowly, she walked over and crouched beside his desk, eyes scanning the lumpy disaster of yarn. “You mean… this?”

Soobin nodded furiously, hands fluttering in protest at her inspecting the crime scene.

She grabbed the hook gently from him, holding it up. “Okay, first of all… this is a mess. How are your long fingers so… useless?”

“They’re piano-like!” he defended weakly.

“Piano-like my foot,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “I can’t even tell where the ears are supposed to be.”

Soobin winced.

“Second of all,” she continued, poking at the lumpy knot, “your tension is… terrifying. And these loops? Absolute anarchy.”

He groaned, curling into himself a little.

“But!” she said, leaning closer, voice softening just slightly, “you don’t need this to be perfect.”

His head shot up. “What do you mean?”

“You heard me. Gifts… don’t need to be flawless,” she said, tapping the pile of yarn with one finger. “They just need… effort. Thought. Heart. And I can tell—” she waved at him dramatically, “—that you’ve put all of that in already.”

He blinked.

“You’re making something for her, Soobin,” she continued, eyes glinting, “with your own hands. And trust me, she’s going to melt whether it looks like a bunny or a… very lumpy cloud.”

Soobin swallowed, heat rising in his cheeks. “I… I just… I want it to be… nice…”

She smirked, tapping him lightly on the forehead with the hook. “Nice doesn’t mean perfect. And if she’s anything like you say, she’ll love it exactly because you tried. Now, put down the blanket and let me teach you how to do the magic ring properly before you accidentally summon Cthulhu instead of a bunny.”

He stared at her, wide-eyed, as she started untangling the knot for him. “I… I have to… I can’t mess this up…”

“Relax,” she said, shaking her head. “If you put your effort in, that’s all that matters. She’ll see that. And trust me… Y/N will melt.”

Soobin nodded, trembling fingers hovering over the yarn, and finally, for the first time, felt a little spark of hope amidst the chaos of loops, knots, and a rapidly dying immune system.

It took three more attempts for his sister to tell him the truth: he was absolute trash at crocheting. 

He slumped in his bed, bits of yarn scattered throughout his bed, and his sister rubbing his back in consolation while moving the now-cold soup in front of him.

“Eat Soobin,” she gestured to the meal, “you can’t give her anything if you're sick.”

Soobin sighed miserably.

He will get you something. 

He has too.

After all, he would be seeing you in five days to give it to you.

FINAL RESULT : EVERYTHING IS A GIFT WITH YOU

Soobin loved the holiday season.

 He loved the way everything felt brighter, warmer, and just a little bit magical—even when the snow made his hair stick to his forehead or his hands freeze while carrying gifts.

Every year, he’d call all his friends over, and they’d spend at least two days at one of their houses, playing games, watching movies, and showing off the new toys they got from Santa.

It had started with Beomgyu and Yeonjun coming over, slowly adding Heeseung, Taehyun, and Hueningkai into the mix. Even as they grew older, the tradition remained—a constant in Soobin’s life, grounding him amid the chaos of exams, schoolwork, and growing up.

And yet, here he was, panicking about Y/N’s gift when he should have been focusing on the most deceitful Mario Kart game played in the history of mankind.

He stole a glance at the screen: Beomgyu was cackling like a maniac, Hueningkai was somehow flying off the track without anyone touching him, and Soobin? He was mentally calculating how much money he had left to make something for you—his brain split between drifting through Rainbow Road and crocheting a bunny that, so far, looked more like a tangled cloud.

Your family had planned a road trip to spend Christmas with your extended family. That gave him a few more days—just enough to hope for a eureka moment.

He clutched his mug of hot chocolate, feeling equal parts excitement and dread.

The last five days had been a blur of stress: emailing teachers at absurd hours, messaging you between classes, juggling assignments, and—worst of all—racking his already fragile immune system trying to find the perfect gift for you.

It got so bad that his mom and sister eventually formed a temporary alliance just to pry his phone and laptop away from him. They practically staged an intervention, dragging him out of his room and forcing him to “touch grass” and “drink water like a normal teenager.” Soobin obeyed… mostly because his sister threatened to change his lock screen to an unflattering picture of him mid-sneeze.

Now here he was, stuck on the couch, trapped in holiday cheer and Mario Kart chaos, still internally panicking about you.

He let out a long, dramatic sigh—the kind that carried the weight of fourteen undone assignments and one unfinished gift.

Beomgyu, currently serving a well-deserved time-out for swearing too much, slowly turned to look at him.

“Is everything okay?” Beomgyu asked cautiously.

Soobin let out a dramatic groan and practically collapsed onto him, forehead thunking against his shoulder.

“Still haven’t found a gift for her?”

Soobin nodded miserably.

“She’s perfect, Beomgyu,” he said, voice muffled into Beomgyu’s hoodie. “And I don’t know what to get her that actually shows how much she means to me.”

Beomgyu hummed, giving him a few awkward pats on the back—the signature I’m-being-supportive-but-I-don’t-know-how gesture.

“And,” Soobin continued, words spilling out in a panicked rush, “every time I even think about getting her something, it falls apart. And I haven’t even really tried, because I don’t even have the money for a real gift! I’m useless and broke and—”

Beomgyu cut him a look.

“Is this why you asked all of us for money at school?”

Soobin nodded again—somehow even sadder than before. His ears burned bright red.

“I even tried to crochet something for her,” he mumbled into his knees.

Beomgyu slowly turned his head.  “…How did that work out for you?”

Soobin just shook his head. That alone was enough of an answer.

“Yeah. Thought so,” Beomgyu sighed.

He gently shoved Soobin off of him—careful, but still dramatic enough to make a point—stood up, walked toward the TV, picked up the remote, and shut the whole Mario Kart tournament down.

The room went silent. Six teenage boys stared at the now-black screen like someone had pulled the fire alarm.

“What the hell, Beomgyu!” Heeseung snapped, scandalized. He had been milliseconds away from securing his first win of the night—his only source of pride.

Beomgyu ignored him, clearing his throat like he was about to deliver a presidential address.

“As you all are aware,” he began, hands clasped behind his back, “Soobin is the only one out of all of us who has a girlfriend.”

Taehyun raised his hand.

“Actually, I’m talking with the student coun—”

“—doesn’t count,” Beomgyu cut in immediately, not even looking at him. “You exchanged three emails about a bake sale. Sit down.”

Taehyun slowly lowered his hand, offended but unable to argue.

“So,” Beomgyu continued, pacing like a general preparing for war, “it has come to my attention that our dear leader—” he jabbed a finger dramatically at Soobin “—is down BAD and broke, and thus cannot purchase a proper gift for his beloved.”

Soobin let out a noise that sounded like emotional roadkill.

Hueningkai gasped. “He’s broke? Like… broke?”

“So broke,” Yeonjun added from the couch, “that he tried to borrow five dollars from the cafeteria lady.”

Soobin stared at the scene unfolding in front of him, absolutely mortified. His friends were discussing his tragic love life like it was a group project worth 40% of their grade.

Taehyun crossed his arms, even the voice of reason.

 “Even if you magically got money right now, anything you buy would cost extra. It’s two days before Christmas Eve. That’s peak desperation pricing.”

All the boys deflated at once—like six balloons losing air in perfect, miserable harmony. Whatever ideas had been forming on their tongues disappeared instantly.

Yeonjun sighed dramatically, pushing his hair back.

“As the eldest here, obviously my advice carries the most wisdom.”

“Who?” Beomgyu shot back, disgusted.

Yeonjun ignored him with the practiced skill of someone who had done it many, many times. He turned to Soobin instead.

“I think you should prepare something she wants to do, not something she wants to receive.”

Hueningkai snapped his fingers in agreement. 

“Yeah! Whenever Lea gushes about her boyfriend, it’s always because he takes her out to do something together.”

Soobin felt something click in his brain.

Do something… not give something.

The idea swirled, forming a shape.

“What could he do though?” Heeseung asked, frowning. “It’s not like he can take her out-out.

He’s broke, and there’s no way her parents would let her go anywhere.”

“What if he brings her to stay in?” Beomgyu suggested, plopping back onto the couch.

Taehyun blinked at him.

“Who the hell gives someone an invite to their house?”

“Isn’t that literally what happened in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?” Hueningkai asked.

“No, that was a factory tour,” Taehyun said, offended.

“A factory is just a big house,” Hueningkai insisted.

They devolved into an argument about industrial zoning and fictional candy empires.

But Soobin didn’t hear a word of it. Because somewhere between “do something” and “stay in,” the perfect idea had hit him—

Clear, warm, simple.

He knew exactly what to give you.

And for the first time all night, his heart didn’t feel like it was being squeezed by both Santa and his reindeer.

He waited for everyone to leave and talked it over with his parents - who had agreed after yelling at him over his poor financial responsibility. 

The plan commenced the next day. 

He had messaged you merry christmas eve and had in fact attempted to call you, only for your little cousin to jump in the call and tease her for the dorky looking boy in your phone. 

It is safe to state that the plan did not start off great.

Then he did the most daunting part of the plan.

Calling your dad.

Soobin dialed the number, hands shaking so hard he nearly hung up three times before the call even connected. On the second ring, your dad picked up.

“Hello?”

Soobin—out of pure muscle memory—bowed.

On a phone call.

Where absolutely no one could see him.

“H-Hello, sir,” he said, voice already cracking.

“Yes, Soobin?”

“I was wondering if I could ask you permission about something, sir?”

“Carry on.”

Soobin took one deep breath. Then another. Then a third because the first two didn’t work.

“You see,” he began, eyes flicking to the notebook in front of him—filled with word-for-word, panicked Soobin handwriting—“I have been unsuccessful in finding an adequate gift for your daughter who is my girlfriend.”

Your dad hummed in a way that made Soobin grip the edge of his desk.

“I see.”

“Which is why,” Soobin continued, heart beating at a medically concerning speed as he launched into the speech he wrote last night at 2 a.m., “I would like to propose a request that I believe will make her very happy and—”

“Son,” your dad interrupted, coughing pointedly, “take a breath.”

Soobin slammed his mouth shut.

“Let me discuss it with her mom,” your dad said. “I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

And then he hung up.

Soobin stared at his phone like it had personally betrayed him.

Now he had to wait.

Which he could do.

(He absolutely could not do this.)

He sat at the edge of his bed, staring at the screen as if he could make it vibrate through sheer force of anxiety.

Thirty minutes later—it did.

A single message.

From your dad.

“You’re allowed. Tell me if you need anything.”

Soobin gasped.

And then celebrated so violently that he pulled a muscle in his side and had to lie on the floor for an hour, clutching his ribcage like a Victorian maiden fainting over a scandalous ankle.

Once he recovered, he moved to phase two.

Backup.

Backup that consisted of the five biggest dumbasses he knew.

He opened his laptop, started a group call, and screen-shared the elaborate, color-coded, stress-born plan he had built to make sure his gift would be perfect.

The boys reacted exactly as he expected:

Taehyun — skeptical.

Hueningkai — practically vibrating with excitement.

Yeonjun — proud like a delusional soccer mom.

Heeseung — analyzing every detail like this was NASA mission prep.

Beomgyu — terrified, looking like he was being recruited for a heist against his will.

Soobin cleared his throat.

“Okay,” he said, voice shaking, “I need you all for the next part of the plan.”

And with that, the chaos officially began.

Then came the next phase.

Seeing you.

Soobin practically sprinted to your house the moment you messaged him, “I’m waiting :)”

He didn’t even let the typing dots finish before he grabbed his jacket, his backpack, and the envelope that held the Pinterest-worthy card he’d rewritten six times because the first five looked like a toddler’s handwriting.

Inside the envelope was also the second part of his plan—something only for you.

Something he’d triple-checked five times before leaving the house.

He’d already ensured that everything else he needed for the gift was on its way to your place.

Coordinated.

Timed.

Planned like a high-stakes heist operation.

All that was left was him.

And the bus ride.

Which, unfortunately, gave him twenty uninterrupted minutes to overthink every possible way his “brilliant plan” could go wrong.

What if your parents changed their minds?

What if his parents changed their minds?

What if he tripped on the walkway and the envelope flew into a snowbank and he had to dig through it like a deranged raccoon?

What if you didn’t like the card?

What if—God forbid—you thought the gift was lame?

He pressed his forehead against the cold bus window.

‘Whatever,’ he told himself, inhaling deeply like he was about to perform on Broadway. ‘It’s too late for regrets.’

When the bus finally stopped near your neighborhood, Soobin stood up so fast he nearly face-planted on the stairs.

Soobin stepped off the bus and started speed-walking toward your house, his heart pounding louder with every step.

He rang the doorbell, heart practically trying to punch its way out of his chest— and then you opened the door.

Just like that, every single nerve in his body dissolved.

You were here.

You were smiling.

You were absolutely perfect.

“Hey,” you said, grinning at him from inside the house like you hadn’t just completely rearranged his entire heartbeat.

“Hi,” he managed, already forgetting every line he practiced on the bus.

You stepped back and motioned him in, watching carefully as he shrugged off his jacket and bent down to unlace his boots. He even lined them up neatly beside yours, which made you raise a suspicious eyebrow.

“What’s in your bag?” you asked, the beginnings of a smile tugging at your lips.

Soobin only smirked—smug, teasing, terrified.

“You’ll find out later.”

You rolled your eyes but grabbed his hand anyway, dragging him straight into the living room. He barely had time to drop his bag and the envelope at the foot of the couch before you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him with enough force to knock the wind out of a less prepared man.

He let out a surprised laugh as he stumbled back a step, instinctively catching you. And then his arms were around you too—warm, steady, holding you just as tightly as you held him.

For a moment, he forgot about the nerves, the envelope, the plan, everything.

It was just you.

You, hugging him like he was already the best part of your Christmas.

“Missed me that much?” he asked teasingly.

You pulled away from the hug only to smack him, “Don’t even joke about that.”

He smiled at you, gently pulling you in for another hug, “It’s okay, I mean I missed you too” he admitted with his face turning red. 

He heard you say, “I’m sorry I got you sick,” against his chest.

Making him click his tongue, “I gave you the scarf, that was a me decision not you, it’s not your fault.”

You nodded, still hugging him.

He was the one who pulled away this time.

He grabbed the envelope, and put it in your hands.

“Can I open it”, you asked.

Soobon nodded.

Inside, with card, was a paper on which he had used all his crafting skills on that said, “SOOBIE BOOBIE COUPON : ONE DAY OF WHATEVER GIRLFRIEND WANTS (NO COMPLAINING)” accompanied by any and all stickers that were winter related in his house.

“I spent a lot of time thinking about what to get you,” he started, “but I’m dumb and didn’t plan well enough in time and I didn't know what to get you. I’m sorry.” He paused, gauging your reaction. When all he saw was you holding the coupon like it was delicate, he continued. “Consider this an IOU, I promise to get you something, but unfortunately this is all I have for today.”

He hung his head down low, waiting for a reaction.

All he heard was a giggle, “Soobin, thank you.”

His head sprang back up, confused.

“At least you were honest, Yunjin was telling me the other day about her situationship gave her a lip tint he got as a freebie while shopping for his sister and tried to play it off”

Soobin failed to see how that related to this, but he stayed silent and listened.

“Thank you for being honest and trying baby,” you smiled at him, “that’s all I’ve ever needed”

Soobin blinked, still holding his breath. “Really? That… that’s enough?”

You nodded, tucking the coupon gently into your pocket. “Really. Any time spent with you is the gift I want. Honestly, Soobin, this is perfect.”

A mix of relief and pride swelled in his chest, and he finally let himself grin. “Okay… well, in that case…”

He reached over and took your hand, tugging you gently toward the kitchen. “Let’s make the most of this gift, yeah?”

You laughed softly and let him pull you along. Soon, you were surrounded by flour, cookie cutters, and a mountain of gingerbread pieces.

“Soobin,” you said, picking up a snowman-shaped cutter, “you do know these are supposed to look like snowmen, right?”

“Of course,” he said confidently, squinting at his dough. “See? Perfect snowman. Totally symmetrical.”

You peered over his shoulder. “…That looks like it got run over by a reindeer.”

“Soobin!” he protested, sticking out his tongue. “It’s abstract!”

You giggled and dabbed a little flour on his nose. He froze. “Hey! That’s cheating!”

“Cheating? No, it’s festive,” you said, grinning. “And also a warning: don’t mess up the icing this time.”

“I’m not going to mess it up!” he said, though the frosting on his fingers suggested otherwise. “I just… need a little more precision!”

“Precision my foot,” you laughed, smearing a tiny bit of icing on his cheek. “There. Now it’s festive AND accurate.”

Soobin squeaked in surprise, swiping at your hand, but you dodged. “You’re making this too easy,” you teased.

“Easy?! I’m a disaster!” he said dramatically, eyes wide. “Look at this snowman! It’s… it’s… abstract art!”

“Abstract art is fine,” you said, grinning. “I like it. It’s… you.”

He froze for a second, blinking at you. “…Really?”

“Really,” you said softly, putting the last candy eye on the snowman. “Now your abstract snowman is officially approved.”

“Soobin,” you said, leaning over to grab some cocoa, “you’re going to need a taste test for your ‘abstract art’.”

He raised his mug with mock solemnity. “A true artist always tastes their work.”

You laughed, clinking your mugs together. “Cheers to disastrous snowmen and hot chocolate.”

“You know,” Soobin said, sipping, “I think the marshmallows are doing all the work here. My artistic skills are… questionable at best.”

“Questionable?!” you snorted. “You’re killing it. Look at the frosting on your nose—pure genius.”

“Soobin, it’s on my nose,” he muttered, touching it cautiously.

“Exactly! It’s an accent. Adds character.”

By the time the last cookie went into the oven and the final marshmallow floated into your mugs, the kitchen was a blur of laughter, flour dust, sticky fingers, and tiny accidental snowmen casualties.

“Soobin,” you said, sitting down cross-legged on the floor with your cocoa, “we should definitely decorate the living room next. Maybe string some lights over there?”

“Living room… lights… got it,” he said, eyes lighting up. “And maybe we can… um… build a little fort?”

“You mean a blanket fort?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes!” he said, nearly tripping over a rolling pin in his excitement. “A… cozy, Christmas-y blanket fort! We could watch movies in it. With hot chocolate.”

“Okay,” you said, grinning. “But only if you promise not to spill hot chocolate in it like last time.”

“Last time was… a learning experience,” he said defensively. “I will be careful. Pinky promise.”

You laughed, scooting closer to him. “Pinky promise, then. And Soobin?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for this. Even if it’s just cookies, cocoa, and a messy fort, it’s… perfect because it’s with you.”

Soobin’s heart swelled. “You really mean that?”

“I do,” you said, sipping your cocoa and giving him a warm look. “Honestly, this is the best gift ever.”

And in that moment, surrounded by cookie crumbs, marshmallows, and the smell of cinnamon, Soobin realized that being with you, making memories like this, was the gift that mattered most.

After a few hours, the sky went from pale blue to dark blue.

Soobin and you were on the couch, you cuddled into him while Love Actually played on screen. 

You glanced at the windows, seeing the time.

You sighed, hating that goodbye was near. 

“Soobin,” he heard you say.

He hummed in acknowledgement, too comfortable to open his mouth to form words.

“It’s time for you to go.”

Soobin heard you, but decided to ignore it in favour of pulling you closer to him.

You smiled at your clingy boyfriend, “Soobin you need to go before your parents yell at you about curfew again.”

He sighed, “Fine, I’ll head out," he started to get up, “only if you’ll humour me and head to the basement with me?”

You blinked at him, squinting in confusion. “The basement?”

He nodded, trying to look casual but failing miserably. “Yeah… I just… I wanted to show you something. It’s… uh… part of your gift.”

You tilted your head, suspicious but amused. “My gift? So this is like… a bonus? Should I be excited or terrified?”

He grinned sheepishly. “Excited. Definitely excited.”

You raised an eyebrow but let him tug you along, your hand slipping into his as you followed him down the stairs.

The moment you reached the bottom, your jaw nearly hit the floor. Twinkling fairy lights were strung along the walls, blankets were draped over chairs to form a cozy fort, and pillows were scattered everywhere, creating the ultimate high school dream sleepover setting. A few hot chocolate mugs waited on a small table, along with plates of gingerbread cookies you had decorated earlier.

Your eyes went wide. “Soobin… what is this?!”

He shuffled nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Well… I asked our parents if I could spend the night, and… and I thought, why not make it special? Just… us. A proper Christmas Eve sleepover.”

You blinked at him, feeling your heart melt faster than the marshmallows in your cocoa. “So… this is for me?”

“For you,” he said softly, stepping closer. “I know it’s not… a huge gift, but I wanted to… you know… make it something we could enjoy together. Because that’s what I really want.”

You grinned, throwing your arms around his neck and spinning him in a hug. “Soobin, this is perfect. I don’t care about presents. This… this is all I want.”

He laughed, hugging you back tightly. “Good. Because that’s exactly the plan.”

You stepped back to take it all in. “Wait… did you do all of this yourself?”

He waved his hand vaguely, trying to downplay it. “I had… a little help.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A little help?”

Just then, from behind a blanket fort, a muffled cheer erupted. “Surprise!”

You squealed as Beomgyu, Yeonjun, Heeseung, Taehyun, and Hueningkai popped out, all wearing silly Christmas hats and holding leftover fairy lights.

“We made the fort look extra cozy for you two,” Beomgyu announced proudly, wiggling his eyebrows a little too suggestively.

Yeonjun nodded. “Your dad is terrifyingly good at ensuring the structural integrity of pillows.”

You giggled. “My dad helped?”

All five boys nodded, looking like they had gone through shared trauma.

Heeseung muttered, “Soobin better not let her go. He won’t make it if he does.”

Soobin buried his face in his hands. “I’m never letting them help with anything ever again.”

Then he suddenly straightened, grabbed a couch cushion, and started smacking his friends with it. “Alright, OUT. The gift phase is over. Goodbye.”

“Bro, we just built this—” Taehyun started.

“Out.” Soobin repeated, physically herding them toward the basement door like offended geese.

Beomgyu made a betrayal face. “We do all this and you kick us out?!”

“Yes,” Soobin said, pushing him through the door. “Goodbye.”

“Think of us—!” Yeonjun tried.

“Nope.”

“Watch Love Actually for us—!” Hueningkai added.

“Nope.”

“We’re taking the leftover gingerbread—” Heeseung threatened.

“You touch anything and I’ll block you all,” Soobin said, slamming the door.

Silence.

He watched his friends all leave, getting giddy at the thought of actually staying the night with you. 

Until he heard Yeonjun’s voice, “Remember your one ground rule, don’t let your parents become grandparents.

Soobin choked on air. 

He heard Beomgyu scream in the distance. 

Within seconds, the basement was clear, the five idiots scrambling upstairs while Soobin shut the door behind them with the energy of a fed-up single father.

Then you burst into laughter while Soobin pretended to be unbothered, brushing imaginary dust off his hands like an overworked, underpaid babysitter.

He returned to your side, flopping onto the blanket pile beside you.

 “…Anyway,” he murmured shyly, bumping his shoulder against yours, “This night is for us.”

You leaned into him, soft and warm.

“And it’s perfect,” you whispered.

And as the fairy lights twinkled above, the two of you settled in for a night of laughter, Christmas movies, and quiet moments that didn’t need any gifts—just each other.

Wrapped up together in the blanket fort—warm, safe, comfortable—you felt the kind of moment that didn’t need fancy gifts or perfect planning.

Just you and Soobin, drifting off in each other’s arms, your fingers intertwined.

And before sleep pulled him under, Soobin whispered into your hair:

“Next year… I’m getting you every gift you want. I promise.”

And for now—this was more than enough.

If the price of loving you was going through the stress of gift giving a thousand times a year, he would do it in a heartbeat.

Because you, his perfect girlfriend, lying down next to him and smiling at him was worth all the effort.

you sucked on his thumb as if it were second nature, eyes fluttering closed as you swirled your tongue around it. he pulled it out with a pop! sound. your eyes opened to him lifting his hips off the bed to remove his shorts and boxers all in one go. “fuck..” you couldn’t help but say under your breath… his cock looked absolutely beautiful. standing straight up, right against his bare stomach, his tip was bright and leaking,, thick precum running down the shaft.

your eyes moved from between his dick and his eyes. his expression had a soft but desperate look in them… one that made you squeeze your thighs together just ever so slightly.

his piercing gaze got you all the more eager. you sat yourself up just a bit and began to take his length in your hand. just like his large hands made normal objects seem smaller, your hand looked tiny while slowly pumping his huge, throbbing cock. he hummed lowly and leaned his head back as his hands gripped the sheets behind him. his mouth now was slightly agape, looking down at you stroking his cock with hungry eyes.

in an swift and impatient manner, soobin moved his hand back to the back of your head, pushing your face closer to his crotch

"mmh..c'mon…. please…"

you smirked a bit at his eagerness and moved your hand further up, guiding his tip to your mouth. you wrapped your lips around it, swirling your tongue making sure to lick up all the precum you could.

soobin hissed just a bit at the contact, swearing under his breath. his breathing got deeper and heavier as you began taking his whole length in your mouth, while your hand squeezed just a bit at his base. then unexpectedly, with his fingers still tangled in your hair, he pushed you down even further. the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat as you gagged on the rest of it. your palms were splayed over the top of his thighs, and your nails reactively dug themselves into his flesh. as if chocking on his dick wasn't enough, you almost couldn't breath through your nose as well since it was pushed up right against the slight bush on his pelvis.

"shit baby…f-fuck,, you're doing so well…. taking me so- mmnh! so good.."

his praises were enough for you to push through, you moved your head back up and then immediately back down to take him in fully again. your repeated motions and lewd sounds only turned him on even more, and to say your panties weren't soaked would be a lie too.

he leaned back, his hands out of your hair and back to gripping the bedding behind him. his head was thrown back and his open mouth was making the most beautiful sounds, loud and desperate "ah"'s and "oh'"s, getting higher and louder the more you worked on him.

he moved forward, looking back down at you, taking in the perfect sight of you on your knees, mouth full and choking on his fat cock.

"god…you're so- fuck… so perfect like this baby…..mmnh"

you simply hummed in response, the vibrations going straight to his cock, slowly pushing him further on the edge. his hands once again grabbed your hair messily, slightly pulling the strands a bit too hard. you could tell he was about to finish because his hips bucked into your mouth, leaking tip assaulting the back of your throat repeatedly. it wasn't much longer before you felt his hot cum decorate the inside of your mouth, leaking down your chin as you pulled him out. you sat yourself up a bit further and made sure he looked into your eyes as you swallowed. his eyes widened just for a second before laughing breathlessly, helping you pull yourself up.

you straddled him and he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing one hand up to tuck strands of hair behind your ear.

"you did so well, pretty baby.." his eyes scan over all your features.

all you did in response was bury your face into his chest, giggling softly into his warm, soft skin.

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proofread by @aduh0308 <33

++having someone help and provide comments/feedback helps immensely its sooo crazy

Hanging out with your boyfriend Soobin in your bedroom. He always looks so cute and handsome, today was no different. Effortlessly dressed in his casual attire, a simple shirt and jeans. The way his outfit wraps perfectly around his whole body, his small waist showing off. it still makes your stomach flutter. But you haven't complimented it to him about that.. yet.

Both of you guys are on your bed laughing while you put on cute stickers on him. He's so sweet and kind, just letting you do all these things to him. Always letting you drag him whatever you want to do because he's happy enough that you enjoy spending time with him.

You were trying to choose another sticker while he gently wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you closer unto his lap. "Soobin, which one?" you asked him, trying to decide from another heart shaped sticker or a flower design one. Looking at your lovely boyfriend who's already adorned with multiple stickers. And with Soobin who also has the most adorable view just admiring his girlfriend pouting at him with a question.

Both of you just stared at each other for a moment, completely smitten with one another. "Hmm, I can't choose either, baby. Why not both?" he says as he rubs his hands to your sides and curves. "No, pick this time. That's also your answer for the past few sticker packs." you whined at him. He chuckled at your behavior "The small flower.”

“Okay, the flower it is,” you mumbled softly, picking the colorful flower gem from the sticker sheet. Placing it delicately at the corner of his eyes. You feel his hands continuing to wander further, making you shiver as you look at him. You leaned closer to his face and gave him a peck on the lips to hide your flustered look. But it doesn’t go unnoticed by him as he pulls you closer and kisses you again. Making you melt against his soft lips, deepening the kiss.

Soobin smiles against your lips before trailing downwards to your neck. You sigh his name, trying your best to not squirm as you put another sticker on his hand this time. "Soobin..." Feeling his hands slip beneath the waistband of your shorts, it felt so good. "Can I, baby?" he whispered softly against your ear. A small nod came from you and allowed himself to slide past your panties.

He groaned at the way his fingers slid perfectly to your warm folds. Rubbing circles on your clit and continuesly teased your folds, making you squirm badly. Even getting more hot from each gentle stroke he does on you. Soobin watches you make these sweet sounds even when he hasn't even slipped in a single finger inside of you.

You have seemed to give up on focusing as you clinged unto his shirt. Writhing shyly against his delicate fingers that you decorated. He chuckled as he gently slipped one finger, making you gasp from the sensation. He felt you walls immediately clench so he uses his other hand to hold you down from moving too much, his strength was evident without even trying. He's just so big.

Soobin is obviously teasing you. The way he's cooing into your ear. "You can do it, baby. I know you can." The way he does everything in such a slow pace, it's too much for you. You feel every inch and movement of his finger as he continues to thrust it in and out of you so gently. And he loves it, he loves getting every reaction of you.

Peppering kisses around your face, making you feel even more drunk from the pleasure he's giving you. He makes his pace faster as he notices your sounds becoming louder. Your words are incoherent, but your boyfriend knows well what you need. Curling and brushing his finger against the sensitive spot inside of you makes you arch your back and moan so lovely.

Your movements became needier and needier. Heat pooling in your stomache. Your hips twitching, your drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, and you were getting breathless. It was a sight your boyfriend is already getting hard on as he knew you were so close. You never had to say anything about it. You let him do mostly everything for you, really, how sweet he is.

How sweet as well as he rubs your clit again with his thumb and still has the same pace in fucking you with his finger even when you were already clenching him so tight. The both of you moaning as you hit your orgasm.

Soobin presses his soft lips against you as you came down from your high, making you whine. Telling you compliments how adorable and good you are.

"Still going to put stickers on me, love? There's still a lot left, it's a waste if you didn't use it." he whispered, before pulling out of your warm and satisfied cunt. His hand covered stickers glistening with your essence.

he glances up with wide, tired eyes. exhaustion has knit itself into his expression. his furrowed eyebrows have almost become commonplace. “are you okay?”

“yeah,” he says. he offers an unconvincing nod, turning to his computer before he meets your gaze once again. “yeah, i’m fine. why?” 

instead of replying, you close the textbook in front of you. pushing your chair away from the desk, you stand to make your way across the room to stand beside him. 

soobin sighs quietly when you tentatively brush a hand through his hair. your fingers brush through the soft strands with ease before falling back in place. you can almost feel the way the tension dissipates from his shoulders. his eyes flutter shut, glasses tilting to the side as he leans his head closer to your stomach. 

“you need to get some rest, bin,” you murmur. your voice is quiet, though it almost feels too loud in the nearly empty library. “you can’t work all night long. the assignment can wait.” 

“but it’s due tomorrow.” soobin almost flinches, shifting to sit upright once again. his hands reach for his keyboard, already moving to continue typing. “i won’t have any time after my dance class tomorrow.” 

“soobin.” you raise a hand to cup his cheek, tilting his face upwards. heat floods his cheeks almost immediately. you lean down, pressing a chaste kiss against the crown of his forehead. the sight of his flushed skin makes you chuckle softly beneath your breath. “let’s go back to my dorm and get some rest. i’ll help you finish it tomorrow.” 

this time when soobin glances up at you, his exhaustion is even more visible. his eyes shine the color of honey beneath the fluorescent lighting, but there’s an unmistakable glint of content. his lips curl upwards when he smiles softly. he raises a hand, extending his pinky out towards you. “you promise?”

you chuckle softly. the sound makes soobin smile even brighter. he offers a small laugh of his own when you intertwine them together, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against your knuckles. “i promise.” 

notes: lowkey written with male reader in mind, preparing for finals so please forgive that fics will be a little late, so happy about the soobin and zhang hao content we've been getting lately, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from nct wish - FAR AWAY

maybe it’s the quiet lull of having the dorm completely to yourselves tonight, or the clock ticking into single digit territory on the hour hand; maybe it’s the sudden vulnerability of this moment and the ones that led up to it.

maybe it’s the manner of what you’re about to do together; or maybe it’s the glow in the near-darkness that silhouettes your best friend so sensually as he stands in front of you while you’re leant back on the edge of his bed — his handsome face nervous and outlined by soft shadows as your eyes trail down his neck to the contours of his collarbones, past his chest and quick-beating heart to the gentle curve of his abs that stiffen slightly from the attention, or perhaps from the hesitant ministrations of his hand further down.

maybe it’s all of the above.

when you had come over earlier that evening for one of your typical hangout sessions, seizing the fact that soobin has no schedule tomorrow, you think it’s pretty safe to say that neither of you imagined it ending up like this.

the two of you were post anime binge and bingsu feast flopped across his bed, talking about anything and everything when the topic shifted to relationships and your conversation took a very interesting turn.

as close as you and soobin are, he’s never mentioned much about his sex life, and now you knew why: he didn’t actually have one.

you honestly weren’t too surprised when he, while talking about the difficulty of dating with his crowded idol life, somehow accidentally let it slip in frustration that he’s still a virgin; and as red-faced and stuttery as he became while then attempting damage control to salvage his dignity, you were quick to reassure him with understanding words and a casual smile.

and, as it turned out.. with an offer.

if he’d prefer his first time to be with someone he could trust, someone who would take care of him…

you don’t know what came over you when you carefully presented the idea.

you’d be totally lying if you said you had never considered what it’d be like to be with soobin physically; he was strikingly gorgeous from head to toe, after all. his gentle demeanor and dimpled laugh never made it any easier for you, either, but whenever your mind dared tiptoeing the line into romantic territory, well, you were always very quick to reel it back in.

until.… now.

you suppose there’s no other way to explain it as fondness blooms in your chest when you look at him, his trembling hands having fumbled over the buttons of his shirt until you’d replaced them gently with your own and did it for him instead — butterflies in your tummy at the sound of his quiet, shaky breaths every time your fingers brushed his skin — his face so close to yours, swallowing hard when you smiled softly up at him in reassurance.

there’s no other way to explain the affection that washed over you as he melted into your lips when you asked if it was okay to kiss him; or his breathy moans as your lips then made a home across the soft expanse of his neck after guiding his hands to begin undressing you in turn.

there’s no other way to explain the way that your heart swelled when he shyly turned off the overhead light and allowed you to trace kisses down his body as you sat on the edge of his bed and worked his sweatpants down with careful hands.

each time you moved to take things to the next step you’d look up at him for confirmation; and each time you were met with yearning, a trusting anticipation in soobin’s brown eyes that made you want to give him everything you could and more.

even in the near-dark you could still make out the rosy hue that colored his cheeks when you moaned at the sight of his cock, thick and long and pretty and just plain big as it came up to slap against his tummy once freed, leaking tip now eye-level with you from where he stood in front of the bed.

sensing the tension in his body, you’d slipped off the rest of your clothes so that he wouldn’t feel so vulnerable;

leaning back on your hands to gaze at him, watching the way his widened eyes flitted across your naked figure, lingering several times on your tits — you noted this for later — and you couldn’t help the pace of your own heartbeat as your pussy throbbed from the sight of him.

“you’re beautiful, bin.”

your soft words had startled him out of his trance, his eyes even wider then as they flickered up to meet yours;

“so are you,” he breathed, a whisper, cheeks reddening further in the dim light, and you could see the desire pooled in his stare.

“binnie.. can you touch yourself for me?” you’d asked carefully, voice sweet like honey, and the premature twitch of his cock was enough to send wetness leaking down between your thighs.

so now, as you watch him hesitantly stroke himself, large hand almost making his large cock look normal-sized until you remember that everything about him is just big, your body betrays you as your legs squeeze together and you can feel the drool threatening the corners of your lips at the expectancy of having something to wrap them around.

he’s biting down hard on his plush bottom lip as his eyes travel over you again, and you can tell that he’s trying not to breathe too heavy as they stay glued on your tits until you slide forward to the very edge of the bed.

the movement of his hand falters as the sudden proximity of your face so close to his cock sends a fresh bead of pre-cum to his tip;

“you don’t have to be nervous,” you murmur gently, looking up at him with a comforting smile. “can i touch you?”

his breath catches as he hesitates only for a second before he’s quickly nodding his head with a shakily-whispered “yes.”

his eyes follow your every move as you slide your own much smaller hand over his bigger one to remove it from his length — you shiver at the size difference — and when you gently wrap your hand around the thick base of his cock and lean in to place a feather-light kiss against his lower abdomen, the soft sigh that leaves soobin’s lips is suddenly the prettiest sound that you’ve ever heard.

you stroke him slowly, soon figuring out the amount of pressure that he likes judging from the staggers in his breath when you apply it; you have nothing on your mind other than to make him feel good as your lips trail over his skin, placing soft kisses along his abs, suckling a pretty mark onto his hip bone as your thumb caresses the head of his cock.

he moans, embarrassed at first until you look up at him through your lashes in a way that tells him you’ve never found anyone more sexy than this; and after that he doesn’t try holding back as much from the pretty sounds escaping his throat.

and when you finally lick at his tip before your free hand comes up to cup his balls and your lips slowly sink down on his shaft, soobin’s head is tipping back into a deep groan as his hips twitch forwards, your throat constricting around him at the sudden added length and your pussy gushing a fresh wave of arousal between your legs from the lewdness of it all.

god, soobin, you’re so fucking hot.

you’d tell him as much if your mouth weren’t stuffed full of his cock.

you haven’t even taken him half way yet when his tip nudges the back of your throat, your spit sliding down his shaft as you use your hands to pump whatever you can’t fit in your mouth; his own hands have flown to your hair now as he watches you with parted lips and half-lidded eyes, breathing heavy around moans and whispers of incoherent curses, grounding himself in the feeling of your strands between his fingers as he fights to control his hips from bucking forwards.

“s-shit-! oh my god-”

it’s only a couple of minutes later that you can tell he’s already close to bursting as you pull off of him for air with spit stringing from your lips, hands pumping steadily up and down from base to tip as you watch his face, feeling a mix of pride and affection at how fucked-out he already is as his eyes meet yours.

“you’re close, baby. do you wanna cum now or wait ‘til you’re inside me?”

you shouldn’t have said that.

the visual you just gave him shoots straight down to soobin’s cock as his abs tighten and his shaft twitches in your hands, a strangled moan that you think was supposed to be a curse flying from his lips as he cums, thick ropes of release covering your neck and chest and dripping down your tits, his mouth hung open as he watches and only cums harder — you get over your surprise quickly as you wrap your lips around him and suck, coaxing the rest out of him as he cries out with a tightening grip on your hair that makes you keen.

he cums more than any other guy you’ve been with and you swallow every remaining drop that you can, finally pulling off of him as he’s left trembling, making sure he’s watching as you look up at him and slowly swipe your fingers through the thick pearly liquid that drips down your skin, bringing it up to your lips to suck clean.

“fuck,” he whimpers, completely dazed, chest heaving, eyes dancing over your face and down to your cum-stained tits.

you lean in and give one last slow lick up the underside of his cock and over the tip; he hisses at the sensitivity, abs clenching, and when you place a gentle kiss to the head before moving back with a smile, soobin swears he’s seen heaven.

you take his hand and guide him to sit down, which his jelly-like legs are thankful for, urging him to lean back against the headboard as you soothe your thumb over the love bite on his hip and brush his hair out of his face with your free hand.

“how was it?” you ask playfully, tilting your head to the side, and now that he sits at this angle the glow from the desk illuminates his face instead of shining from behind him; your eyes trace the details of his hazy expression as he rests his head back against the wall and watches you.

“you’re fucking amazing…” he mumbles, still slightly catching his breath, face flushed and fucked out and beautiful.

“so are you,” you whisper teasingly as you lean in to capture his lips in a slow kiss, which he gratefully accepts, and you’re not sure how you’ve ever made it this far before tonight without the feeling of his lips on yours.

you push away the possibilities and consequences of tonight’s actions to the back of your mind.

right now, all that matters is him.

“s-sorry that i…” he’s suddenly shy as he looks away from you, and you already know what he’s trying to say when his voice trails off awkwardly, “i didn’t mean to.. you know…”

“why are you sorry for being sexy as hell?”

the surprise on his face makes you laugh, and his lips curl into a bashful smile when you continue, “i mean damn, soob, i knew you were hot before but seriously..”

you coyly poke at one of his dimples. “i’m flattered that you came that fast to the thought of fucking me.”

you can see the effect of your words in his eyes as he bites his lip.

“about that…. i still.. i mean, if you still want to, i….”

his voice grows quieter. “…i still want to.”

you can hear the vulnerability and hope in his tone that he probably thinks he’s better at hiding than he is.

“soobin…”

you take his hand in yours, and his eyes widen when you slowly guide it down between your legs, his sharp inhale a clear indication of the gushing wetness he feels there along with the warmth of your cunt.

you lean in closer, his hungry eyes flickering back up to yours; “what do you think, handsome?” you tilt your head again.

“think i want it too?”

his stare locks onto your every move when you bring his hand back up and wrap your lips around his wet fingers, swirling your tongue around them as you suck them clean and release them from your mouth with a pop.

“hm?”

his eyes shoot back up to yours.

he doesn’t trust his own voice as he swallows thickly with a nod and you find that he’s rock hard again when you straddle his lap, sighing in relief as you finally feel some friction from the way your wet folds glide slowly over his shaft.

you wrap an arm around his shoulders, taking his hand in your free one again to bring it up to your plush chest, his eyes honed in there immediately, and he lets out a quiet moan at the feeling of your soft tit in his grasp as he squeezes.

“you trust me?” you ask gently, and soobin looks up at you.

the glow from his desk makes his eyes shine.

his free arm circles around you and his face is so close to yours that you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning over your lips when he whispers,

“yes.”

and when you lift your hips with a smile to line him up at your entrance, promising “i’ll take care of you,” as you press your forehead to his and slowly sink down on him, watching the way his brows pinch together and eyes flutter shut, his lips parting in a breathy moan as he clutches you closer and whispers your name —

well, there’s no other way to explain the feeling that explodes in your chest like fireworks than to just call it what it is.

"three! two...!" and before he reaches one you're already running full speed towards the edge of the dock, pulling you along with him. you both reunite underwater, coming up for a breath only to meet your lips together and literally could not break them apart ^3^

after drying off, the two of you roast marshmallows as the sun sets, making smores for one another! he made you as many smores until your heart's content. "my baby needs to eat as much as she wants!" he loved seeing the look on your face when you took a bite like it was the best thing you'd ever tasted.

once it was dark and crickets chirped, the two of you got cozy in the tent under thick blankets, only the lantern's warm lighting illuminating his face as you looked into his dark brown eyes. he told you the story of the day he fell in love with you as he held you in his arms, his voice soothing you like no other.

a kiss turned into another, which turned into another, which then turned into a makeout, and then his shirt was off, and then the lantern was turned off and that's when you knew tonight would be an extra special night ;)

(currently working on turning this into a full fic! :P)

⭐️ yeonjun

junie takes you clothing shopping 😋

but first, he wakes you up with snuggles, (really passionate morning sex), and your favorite latte that he took the time to perfectly prepare before you awoke.

you both wear matching outfits ofc hehe.

he takes you to your favorite clothing stores. "get anything you want baby," he kisses the side of your neck before leaving the car and if you didn't have self-control you'd want him to rip your clothes off here and now :p

he always works so hard to be able to get you whatever you need and want, of course there is no problem spending it all on you!!

as someone with impeccable fashion sense, he helps you pick out some summer outfits that he had in mind.

he cannot contain his big grin when you walk out of the fitting room wearing the prettiest outfit ever! he is literally so grateful to have such a beauty like you <3

let's not forget, he also takes you to plenty of lingerie stores and you two have lots of fun there ;)

"this one is for tonight," you wink at him as you hold a red lace piece against your body and his mind goes to unexplainable places.

"can't wait to take it off of you," he whispers in your ear and the tension is already through the roof and you cannot wait to get home.

once you get home from dinner, you get straight to it and boy is it hot ;)

⭐️ beomgyu

you and gyu stay the weekend at your beach house :)

you two had met as kids and grew up together. you crossed paths because both of your families owned beach houses right next to each other! he was always the boy next door <3

anyway, it’s ten years later and you both now own one of the houses together as a vacation home. the two of you love to spend weekend getaways here!

you chase each other around the beach like you're young all over again, falling in love over and over and over again.

you go to the farmers market together and pick fresh groceries for tonight's dinner he is cooking for you :)

you get home, put a record on the turntable, and cook together. you sip red wine, slow dancing in the kitchen as the spaghetti noodles boil.

he serves your plate, carefully using spaghetti sauce to write "happy gf day baby <3" on the side of your plate and your heart melts.

dinner is so yummy and you eat it on the balcony, just watching the sun disappear beyond the horizon, feeling the damp ocean wind comb through your hair.

"you have some red sauce here!" you wipe his lip with your thumb and he wants nothing but to kiss you all over.

he carries you upstaris after dinner once the sun completely sets, laying you down on the queen bed you both share.

he wanted to do so much for you; run you a bath, give you a massage, sing you a song.. but right now, you could not keep your hands off of each other. your eyes said it all.

"i want to show you how much i love you," he whispered against your lips as he pulled you down down into the sheets with him.

(this is a snippet of the full version i've been writing that will be published soon!)

⭐️ taehyun

terry takes you to the national art museum in the city because he knows how much you love going to museums with him <3

he takes the cutest candid pics of you while you marvel over the paintings, sure to post them on his instagram and send them to his family🥺

he takes you out for boba after because how can it be a perfect day without boba??

plus he loves hearing when you compare his large shining eyes to boba pearls hehe.

you walk around a quaint park holding hands, stopping inside little shops and simply enjoying your time together.

he stops at a bench under a tree to get something from his bag. "i have something for you," he holds something behind his back. your face grows hot, stomach twisting with the question of what it might be.

he stretches out his hand, holding a small box, opening it to reveal a pink, sparkling promise ring. "i want to be with you foreve-" he barely gets his words out before you've jumped into his arms, squeezing his strong frame as hard as you could.

tears stain your cheeks. you cannot contain how grateful you are to have such an amazing boy in your life <3

" i want to be with you forever, tae," and you share the sweetest kiss. he's sure to take over 100 pictures of you with your new sparkly ring on too :)

⭐️ huening kai

kai takes you on a drive but you have no idea where he is taking you!

the car ride consists of you blasting music and singing your hearts out, listening to his amazing vocals. you could seriously listen to him sing all day.

you arrive at the spot; atop a tall hill and looking over the entire city. its golden hour, the sun is starting to set and he looks so beautiful in the orange-yellow light.

"close your eyes!" he yells once he leads you out of the car and you hear him rummaging around in the back seat.

you open your eyes when he tells you to as he pops open the trunk of his suv and behold! the cutest arrangement of things decorate large space.

fairy lights adorn the sign he made you reading "happy girlfriend's day to the best girl in the entire planet and universe!!!" with a bunch of colorful hearts and cute emojis he attempted to draw.

there are pillows and blankets and a basket of your favorite candies. he also got you plushies and packed a picnic of your favorite fast food because he just had to.

the two of you sat in the trunk eating an arrangement of your favorite food, candy, and soda. a bit unhealthy, but it’s your special treat that he knows you had been craving it the entire week.

after eating, you lay on top of his car watching the stars, sharing little kisses and giggling over inside jokes.

he hands you a small jar in which you discover holds tons of little pieces of paper. you read them one at a time. your eyes begin to well.

he had written over 100 different things he loves about you on each piece of paper.

"kai," you look at him, tears welling your eyes.

a million i love you’s are what you expressed through the tightest embrace.