warnings: reader is Going Through It. food mentions. depression mentions.
daisy's notes: i need them :(
Sometimes it felt like your friends always knew when you needed them the most. Case in point: they had shown up to your apartment with homemade food while you were in the throes of your third crying fit in the past few hours. The bad part was that they had caught you, but the good part… Well… You trusted them, plain and simple, to be kind to you now. It was hard getting to this point, sure, but the feeling of Changbin’s arms around you was unmatched by anything else.
Chris had taken initiative, his hug warm but fleeting as he called Jisung over to help him set your little dining table so the four of you could enjoy dinner together. Changbin, on the other hand, had settled into his task pretty easily: hugging you. His arms were strong around you, making you silently thankful for how often the guy worked out. He was built like a teddy bear in your opinion (as were Chris and Jisung—maybe you had a type when it came to close friendships…?), and just as snuggly as one. Every time you tried to pull away, he’d whine at you. Of course, you knew Changbin well enough to know that if you needed to get up, he’d let you go the moment you said something. Changbin knew you well enough to know that too much affection made you feel guilty.
So did Chris and Jisung. That was kind of the reason Chris told Changbin to “not let you go” unless necessary.
“You guys really don’t have to do this,” you said, arms wrapped around Changbin now (he’d let you go long enough to let you turn around, so you could fully embrace how cuddly he was). “I mean it.”
“And I’ve already told you that we wanted to,” Chris was rooting around in one of the drawers. “Did you rearrange shit?”
You suddenly remembered your two-in-the-morning need to do something, to rearrange something, and how that manifested in you dumping out your drawers, washing everything inside, and rearranging everything. There was a reason you’d been using and rewashing the same few utensils for the past few days. “... Maybe.”
Changbin squeezed you a little tighter, raising his voice as he looked to Chris, “Check the other drawer already, we’re hungry.”
Jisung pulled open the drawer closest to the sink and immediately found what he and Chris been looking for. “Why are they over here…?”
“Because I thought moving the drawer next to the sink would make doing dishes easier,” you whined. “And now every time I’m by my microwave, I keep reaching into the wrong drawer.”
Chris shook his head, already opening up a cabinet to find cups. “I’ll fix it.”
“You don’t have to—”
“It’s fine,” he said. “When’s the last time you cleaned?”
For a moment, you said nothing. When was the last time you really cleaned…? You’d been decent about bagging up and taking your trash out, but washing things and whatnot?
“Nevermind. We’ll take care of it,” Chris sighed, shaking his head. Fuck, you failed again. He set the cups aside, making his way over to wrap his arms around you and Changbin. “If you’re struggling, all you have to do is call me. I’ll come over.”
“Call us,” Jisung said as he quickly approached. “That’s what we’re here for.”
Part of you wanted to refute it. They were your close friends, nothing more—but Chris had always insisted that you all were practically family now. Instead, you stayed silent, and shut your eyes for a moment, just savoring the warmth of having friends who loved you showing it in so many ways. You felt the kiss that Chris pressed against the top of your head before he pulled away, saying something about how he’d looked up some of those recipes you’d talked about before and hopefully made the right one. He’d dragged Changbin and Jisung over to his place hours ago just to make a couple other things for the four of you to share…
And suddenly the world felt a little less daunting, at least for a minute.
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genre: fluff. married life au. grad student!cheol mentions.
word count: 1.0k~
warnings: food mentions. sappy loving domestic life <3
daisy's notes: hes just so husband shaped idk what to tell u
In your married life, you never expected to become the kind of couple who hosted dinner parties regularly.
Maybe “regularly” wasn’t the best word for it. It wasn’t as though the two of you hosted these nights every month or anything. Simply put: you learned a couple things in your two years of marriage. One was that several of your grad student husband’s friends were crushed underneath the weight of classes and jobs (you, thankfully, only had a job to worry about). Two was that a few of his friends couldn’t cook to save their lives (Wonwoo and Soonyoung and sometimes Vernon…). And three: you genuinely, truly loved cooking for other people. This one wasn’t exactly new, though. Sure, you loved cooking for your now-husband while the two of you were dating (sometimes he’d help where he could, always in love with the domesticity of it), but you loved cooking for your friends and family, too.
A little over a year ago, you had invited his friends over with this ‘bring a side dish or a dessert, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to’ tacked onto the message. Hell, you’d mentioned that they could bring a lunchbox if they’d like to take leftovers—but they’d have to settle things out themselves. It was during that first night that you really got to listen to a few of them talking about life. You and Seungcheol were pretty lucky to not have to worry too heavily about things, since your job paid pretty damn well and you both also had family to fall back onto. But Joshua had been talking about how he kinda missed being in the U.S. sometimes because his mom only visited so often, and when you heard Seungkwan talk about missing Jeju and his family…
Well. It tugged at your heartstrings enough to ask Seungcheol how he felt about maybe picking a day every few months so that most of his friends could come together for a meal. He’d agreed pretty easily, admitting his own concerns over people like Junhui and Minghao who didn’t have family here. So the two of you started hosting little dinners here and there, always for people who were feeling homesick. Sometimes that would mean Seungkwan would call you up and ask if he could join the two of you sometime, other times it was Jun saying he would come help make dinner and Minghao would bring wine.
Other times were like today: you and Seungcheol waking up early on a day you didn’t have to work, and immediately getting started in the kitchen after you’d had breakfast. This time, Seungcheol would have to stop helping in order to study for a bit since he had a test tomorrow morning in one of his classes, but that was fine. It was the prepwork that was the most hell, in your opinion: endless chopping and whatnot.
You couldn’t help but admire him now. He was standing near the fridge, glasses sliding down his nose as he studied a recipe book, hair half-pulled up. Sometimes you thought that you would marry him again if he asked you, no matter how silly that would be.
“You’re staring again,” he hummed, smiling.
“I’m admiring, thank you.”
He chuckled, turning to kiss you as you came closer. “I’m doing the math in my head,” he said, turning back to the book. “I might have to run to the store for more of this…” He tapped at something on the page, although you didn’t really care to look. You were still admiring him. He noticed a second later, and smiled into another soft kiss. “I hate that you’ll have to do the majority of the work this time…”
“I don’t mind,” you said. “I care about you and your friends. You can’t help that you need to study,” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “You’re almost done, y’know?”
“I know,” he said, dragging out the word. His arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you in closer. “But you already do a lot for me. Other people would be annoyed—”
“And other people aren’t me, so I don’t care. You’re studying hard to get farther,” you said. “I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t support you.”
He smiled again, a charming look in his eyes as he gazed at you. Seungcheol was always so soft when he was near you, to the point where the tender look on his face was enough to make you cry on your wedding day. In turn, it made him cry, so you considered the two of you even. “I love you,” he said, soft as a promise. “Let me know if you change your mind and want Jun to come help. He said he didn’t mind—”
“It feels wrong to say yes,” you admitted. “I mean… We’re hosting. All the others need to do is show up.”
“Jun knows how many people we’re cooking for,” Seungcheol said. “There’s nothing wrong with needing help. Especially when I can’t help you.”
With a sigh, you nodded. “I’ll think about it. Are you going to the store now?”
“Are you coming with me?”
Normally, you would… But duty called. You had things to keep working on. “Grab me something sweet?”
“I’ll be coming back—”
You swatted at his arm, but fell only deeper in love with the warm way he laughed at his own dumb joke. “Something chocolate, please,” you said. “We can share it if you want.”
He stole one final kiss from you before he stepped away. “Whatever you want,” he promised.
You purposefully waited until he was about to leave to call out to him. “I love you, too.”
And, oh, that warm smile on his face made all of this work worth it. You would kiss that smile when the two of you went to bed tonight, exhausted from the long day and dinner that you had to put away any remains of when it was all said and done. And you would kiss that smile again tomorrow morning, just to remind him that you knew he could ace it.
warnings: reader gets a cat (the hhu technically also get a cat). no real warnings other than cat.
daisy's notes: they said this is OUR daughter now btw
Today, you had finally expanded your little family (of one) by one more. A few hours ago, you had brought home this little black kitten that the cat sanctuary had named Boo. She was cute and playful and, honestly, pretty social for a kitten. Someone said that she had been socialized by whoever brought her litter in.
And, well, you had been a sucker for a black cat with a little pink nose. That was rare! And she was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. You’d gone in with the intention of maybe getting a little orange baby to call your own, but it was basically love at first sight with your beloved little Boo. You’d have to send a picture of her to Vernon—he knew some guy who’s last name was Boo. Maybe he could bring him around and get a picture of the two—
The apartment buzzer sounded and sure enough, it’d been Vernon. As though he read your mind, he stood there with a bag, abnormally smiley.
“Uh. Hi?”
“Hey! You brought her home today, right?”
Right. You did tell the group chat that you would be bringing Boo home soon, and said something this morning about how today was the day. You’d already prepared everything else, all you had to do was pick her up. Vernon came into your apartment, and you secured the door, following him to where Boo had been exploring her surroundings still. She’d looked up at Vernon, immediately darting off to hide underneath your coffee table as she watched him carefully.
“Her name is Boo,” you told him, watching him slowly lower himself onto the floor. “I think the lady said that she named her siblings after Mario characters, actually. I dunno, I just liked it too much to change it.”
Boo had changed her mind. Vernon good. Vernon had feather toy for her to chase. Boo approved of this human. She’d already made her way over, charging herself up to pounce on the toy before going after his fingers. Suddenly, you realized Vernon probably checked out mentally after you mentioned the kitten’s name. To be fair, you couldn’t really blame him: the guy loved cats.
You went to pick up Boo’s water dish to fill, since you’d just set up things upon bringing her home… Only for the buzzer to sound again.
Sure enough, Wonwoo was standing there with Mingyu. This was not a coincidence. It literally could not be.
“Hi?”
“We were in the area,” Mingyu said casually enough. “You brought her home today, right?”
While you were reeling from the fact that Mingyu said exactly what Vernon did earlier, Wonwoo glared at him for a moment—don’t make it obvious! “How are you?” Only for him to realize he heard Vernon’s voice a second later, peering into your apartment. “... Huh?”
Mingyu snorted from beside him. “Good job—”
“I didn’t know!” He said, waving a hand, “Really. I didn’t know about the kitten—”
You rolled your eyes. “I literally told the group chat. Vernon’s entertaining her,” you nodded back in his direction. “You can go see her. Just be careful not to scare her.”
Wonwoo grew flustered, thanking you before he made his way into your apartment. Mingyu chuckled, stepping into your apartment a moment later. He could already see Boo, standing in Vernon’s lap and fussing at him. “She’s cute,” he looked at you.
“Feels like you’re all only here for my spooky little daughter,” you crossed your arms. “You too, Gyu?”
He shrugged, taking a few steps over. “I saw the picture you sent before and I wanted to see her in person.”
Another roll of your eyes. Why were you friends with these guys again? Wonwoo had already sat down next to Vernon, extending a hand out for Boo to sniff curiously. She reached a little paw out, batting at his fingers to try and goad him into playing with her. Before you could warn them that Boo sometimes nipped a little too hard, there was a knock at your door.
With a sigh, you turned, opening it to reveal the final member of the group chat. “Hi,” Seungcheol said, “Where is our daughter?”
You rolled your eyes. “With her other dads.”
He chuckled, following you into your apartment. “I knew the others would show up,” he said. “I did buy her something, though.” He passed you a slightly heavy bag. “I thought you could use it for her.”
He had bought her a little ceramic bowl with paw prints decorating it. With a pout, you looked up at Seungcheol. Sure, Vernon also bought her toys… But you knew Seungcheol was a dog person. He had to go out of his way to stop and buy you a little bowl for her. You’d use it for her food from now on in place of the other one—it could just be a back-up in case something ever happened to this one.
If nothing else… At least you knew your own little self-made family loved your new spooky child as much as you did.
genre: fluff. kinda can be interpreted as romantic.
word count: 1.0k~
warnings: sleepy reader + hannie being tormented by cheol + shua. just silly fluff! vague mentions of food but none present in fic. vague alcohol mentions.
daisy's notes: idk what these guys have but i want it
Sometimes, despite loving Seungcheol and Joshua, you truly despised them. This morning was another one of those days. Let’s go on a walk together before we go home. You didn’t even remember which one of them said it: you were just dragged out of bed this morning by Seungcheol (Joshua was responsible for Jeonghan), and forced to bundle up for a morning hike in the woods. Despite the way you and Jeonghan had been leaning against each other for a few minutes, ready to nod back off (or just find a way to sneak back to bed), your tormentors had kept the two of you there. At least Joshua had been nice enough to kneel down and re-tie your shoes for you, only lightly teasing you for looking like you’d fall asleep any second.
“We can watch the sunrise together,” Seungcheol said, pulling an arm around your shoulders. “You’ll like it.”
You mumbled something incoherent instead. Where was Jeonghan? You turned your head to see that Joshua was already holding his hand to keep him close, not letting him slip away too easily.
“They’ll wake up more when we start going,” Joshua had been smiling, fingers intertwining with Jeonghan’s.
Jeonghan tried to tug his hand free. “If we don’t run back.”
Jeonghan could enjoy a nice morning. So could you, to be fair. But the four of you had stayed up late, drinking a little and joking about stupid shit for far too long. You should have known Seungcheol was serious about this walk when he stopped drinking early into the night, saying that all of you promised to go.
“I mean it!” Seungcheol called back over his shoulder. “I’m not letting you miss the sunrise out here. Both of you should have gone to bed when we did instead of staying up.”
Okay, maybe this was partially your fault. Could they blame you? The two of you had fun talking.
The autumn leaves crunched underneath each step you took, your body leaning against Seungcheol’s until you woke up further. Although he kept his hand in yours, you’d slowly straightened up over time, waking up more and more in the chilly morning air. Joshua and Seungcheol kept the conversation going while you stewed in your still-sleepy thoughts. Maybe if you could get out of Seungcheol’s grasp, you could steal Jeonghan and go back to the house. Maybe the two of you could cuddle up instead, too, and be warm and sleepy together. Yet the moment you started to wiggle your hand free, Seungcheol’s grasp tightened.
“You’re not going back,” he said, that teasing lift in his voice telling you that he knew exactly what was going through your head.
Joshua laughed, so light and airy, and came up to your other side. His hand slipped into your other one, pulling it from its pocket, as he swung your arms. “Just one morning,” he said. “We won’t bother you two anymore.”
Jeonghan sounded far more awake than you were, “You owe us breakfast.”
“Done.” Seungcheol chuckled. “I think this is nice, though.”
To be honest, it was. Despite the chill of an autumn morning, you liked the company you had. The air felt more refreshing, too. The leaves were changing and falling, and the crunch of leaves was satisfying. The sun wasn’t fully up yet, just high enough that it wasn’t completely dark out. At some point during this walk in the woods, it stopped feeling as though you were being dragged along and like you were spending some time with your favorite people. Seungcheol was bundled up warmly, although he finally let go of your hand at this point (maybe it was because Joshua still had your other hand—you couldn’t take off to go back to bed… which, at this point, you weren’t planning on it anymore) and unwrapped the scarf from around his neck.
“Hold on.” With all of you stopped, Seungcheol had begun to wind the scarf around you, tucking it close enough that you’d stay warm. “If you’re cold, you should tell us.”
Of course he’d notice. Seungcheol always noticed the little things like that. Joshua looked at you as well.
“Do you need my jacket?” He asked, already reaching to mess with the zipper, “I don’t mind.”
Jeonghan glanced at you, eyes darting back. Sure, the sunrise was tempting, but… Siding with Jeonghan? Even more tempting. All of you had a few more days, after all…
“Yeah,” you said, fiddling with the scarf. “Thank you, Shua.”
The gentle smile he had almost made your heart break. But he let go of Jeonghan’s hand, and immediately the two of you broke away, Jeonghan’s hand slipping effortlessly into your own. Amidst yours and Jeonghan’s cackles, you could hear Seungcheol whining as he took off after the two of you, Joshua calling you a traitor in the distance. Your lungs were aching in the morning air, heart racing as you and Jeonghan raced your way back to the house. By the time you made it there, you’d collapsed onto the front porch, leaning against Jeonghan as he laughed softly.
“Tomorrow,” he said out loud. “We’ll go watch the sunrise tomorrow.”
With a giggle, you wrapped your arm around his. “Mmhm. Tomorrow,” you agreed.
By the time the other two approached, having given up on chasing the two of you, the sun was rising in the sky. Seungcheol swatted at Jeonghan, pushing him to move closer to your side as he plopped himself down next to him. Joshua came to your other side, snuggling in to watch the sky with all of you.
“You were right, though,” you mused aloud. “It’s pretty out here.”
“There’s a better spot to watch it,” Seungcheol pouted, nodding toward the woods.
“Then show us tomorrow,” Jeonghan said, head resting on his shoulder.
Joshua squeezed your hip gently. “Alright,” he said. “I promised you guys breakfast.” He’d unzipped his jacket, draping it over your head, “but now you’ve gotta help.”
Despite your groans in protest, the three of you followed Joshua back inside after admiring the sunrise for a moment longer. At least you were with the three people you adored most in the world.
warnings: candy mention. slightly suggestive comments from jeonghan that lead nowhere (he's just here to tease a little hehe). single dad jeonghan (bc hes. cute :( <3)
daisy's notes: @twogyuu hi holly
The sound of tiny feet running around your home was enough to tell you that Jeonghan had finished trick-or-treating with his daughter. And if that hadn’t been enough to clue you in, the weight of your soon-to-be step-daughter throwing herself into your lap definitely was.
Jeonghan had chuckled to himself as he made his way inside, carrying that neon orange plastic pumpkin in one hand and his daugther’s coat in the other, a bag hanging off of his shoulder. “Ha-eun,” he called out, “be careful with the pumpkin hat.”
(You didn’t fail to notice that Jeonghan donned a pair of kitty ears—Ha-eun could get her way with puppy dog eyes any day.)
She merely let out a giggle, hugging you tight, her squishy pumpkin costume folding around her. She’d peeked up to your TV, noticing the frozen still on the screen. “What are you watching?”
“Nothing, baby,” you pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Scary things for adults. Can I see your pretty costume?”
With a gasp, she began to beam at the idea of showing off the costume Jeonghan had bought her. She hopped up, slowly turning around to show off the soft orange dress with little details to make it obvious it was a pumpkin—lines down it and leaves around the neckline. Jeonghan had painted her face to look like a jack-o-lantern, too. Jeonghan had told you that she picked it out herself after a long bout of deliberation at the store. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to be a princess, a pumpkin, or a skeleton this year. He’d tried to suggest that she could be all three if she went to Uncle Cheollie and gave him her puppy dog eyes, but she’d merely giggled and decided she would be a pumpkin because she’s always a princess (as told to her by Uncle Shua).
“How cute,” you mused aloud, smiling to yourself. Jeonghan had made his way over, settling into the spot next to you.
He called out to her, picking up the tiny backpack that clearly belonged to her, “Why don’t you get changed? I’ll come help you wash off the paint and we can watch Halloween movies together.”
Ha-eun was strikingly mature for her age, and agreed easily due to the promise of movies (and snacks—she knew snacks would always be included in that promise). She ran off to get changed in your bedroom, the door shutting a moment later, and Jeonghan immediately turned to steal a kiss from you.
“I nearly took her to Joshua’s for tonight,” he mumbled. “I’ll just have to give you your treat later—”
Only for you to laugh, smacking at his arm. The two of you had agreed on this weeks ago: there was no way he was going to change his mind and deny Ha-eun of her movie night with her second favorite person in the world (... don’t tell Cheol or Shua that, though, Jeonghan had told you immediately after he spilled that little bit of information to you. Or Seungkwan, for that matter.), especially after you already made snacks. Jeonghan pulled away after pressing a second peck against your lips, pulling out a piece of candy from his pocket and pressing it into your hand.
“Ha-eun doesn’t like this kind,” he said, winking at you. “I stole it from the bucket when she wasn’t looking.”
She’d never know it was missing either way, but you liked the way Jeonghan smiled at you like he was getting away with something. He got up to put the popcorn in the microwave, fetching the snacks you had made as you jot down the timestamp in the horror movie you’d been watching before changing it to something more family-friendly. Maybe you would forego the timestamp entirely and watch the movie with Jeonghan after you put Ha-eun to bed for the night. You heard the sound of his daughter coming back out of your room, calling out to her dad that she was ready to wash the facepaint off. All too soon, she had settled between the two of you again for movies.
And just as soon, she’d fallen asleep on top of you, exhausted from the exciting day. Jeonghan merely took the opportunity to lean over, smiling into the kiss he stole from you, all with the taste of candy on your lips.
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warnings: n/a just a silly interrogation of reader's housemates
daisy's notes: yes this IS a prequel to the seokmin fic-
“You may be wondering why I’ve summoned the three of you here today—”
“We all live here.”
Despite Wonwoo’s interruption, you took a deep breath. You pulled up a picture of yourself that you’d taken maybe a week ago, zoomed in specifically to the flannel you had been wearing there. Of course, you wanted to hold this interrogation until Soonyoung was home—but he hadn’t answered your texts, and this was the rare moment that most of you were in the same space and didn’t have anywhere to be.
“I left my flannel on the couch,” you said. “It’s one of my bigger ones so it’s extra warm and comfy… And now it’s missing.”
“Didn’t it get thrown in with the laundry?” Jun looked around. “It’s your favorite.”
“Why was it on the couch to begin with?” Jihoon piped up. “I thought we agreed—”
You shook your head, “That’s not the point right now, we can bitch about leaving clothes out later.” You turned your attention to Wonwoo, who had been quietly observing after that earlier remark. “Wonwoo?”
“I know of the flannel,” he said. “But if I wanted to borrow it, I would have asked.”
You nodded slowly, turning the thought over in your mind. He had a point. Wonwoo borrowed clothing from you before—a hoodie you owned, and a scarf another time. He’d always made a point of asking before he took things from you, and usually made sure you saw him returning them. “Okay. Jihoon—”
“I don’t wear other people’s clothes.”
Jun furrowed his brow. “You wore my hoodie yesterday?”
Jihoon’s face started turning red. “I don’t wear other people’s clothes often. I wouldn’t have worn your flannel anyway.”
You marked Jihoon down in your mind as ‘occasional liar when embarrassed.’ You would focus on him again later, let him cool off first before you really turned the heat up on him (by literally asking again and promising you wouldn’t be that mad if he lost it).
Before you could turn your attention to Jun, your phone went off. When you pulled it out, it was Soonyoung, saying something about how he had his own flannels. Why would he borrow one of yours? Which was fair enough: sometimes you and Soonyoung had similar fashion tastes. He wouldn’t need to borrow your flannel when he probably had one similar enough to it to pull his outfit together.
“Jun.” You looked up. “Did you take it?”
“It’s your favorite one,” he repeated. “I wouldn’t take it without you knowing.”
Wonwoo, despite finding a little amusement in how serious you were taking all of this, tapped your arm. “Are you sure it isn’t buried in your closet? I’ve seen it. We could lose Jihoon in there—”
“It’s not that bad!” You pouted. “But yes, it’s not in there, because I organized the damn thing while looking for it.”
“Why do you need it so badly?” Jun spoke up. “I’m sure we’ll find it, but you’re acting really serious about this.”
For a moment, you debated not telling them. Yet you let out a sigh. “It’s my lucky flannel… and I’ve got a date on Saturday, and I really want it to go well because he’s really sweet, and—”
Jun waved a hand to stop you before you. “We’ll help you find it.”
“Is it Seokmin?” Jihoon asked after a moment, and when you nodded, he, too, nodded to himself. “I see.”
Despite the way your heart warmed at having your housemates care for you, you pouted. “Okay, so one of you had to have accidentally grabbed it. So that means—”
The door suddenly opened with a chime, and the four of you turned to see Soonyoung making his way inside. His headphones were on, and he was bobbing his head to whatever song he was listening to. He paid little to no attention to any of you as he stopped to slip out of his clunky shoes and into his house slippers, eyes pinned to his phone as he stepped up.
“YOU!”
Soonyoung’s head jerked up, pulling his headphones off. “Huh?”
Flannel thief located. “I asked you if you’d seen it!”
“Seen what…?”
Jun leaned back in his chair enough to peer around Jihoon, “You’re wearing their flannel. It’s been missing for days.”
Soonyoung stood still for a moment, looking down at himself. The flannel still had one of your favorite pins attached to the breast pocket, a clear sign that this was your flannel he’d accidentally stolen. “... Isn’t this mine?”
Soonyoung: Exit pursued by four housemates yelling.
warnings: food mentions. rain/storm mentions. reader gets rained on and jihoon takes care of them.
daisy's notes: i luv him :(
With autumn came rain showers. Jihoon knew this as well as most people did. That was why he was still waiting for you, fully on alert for the sound of the front door opening.
It wasn’t that Jihoon worried about you. He did, but that wasn’t the point. He’d heard the rumble of thunder and seen how hard the rain was coming down when he looked out at the tiny balcony your apartment had. He’d already dragged in the laundry that had been hung up there, and now he kept looking outside to see if the rain had grown any lighter. He let out a sigh, leaning against the wall, and looked back at his phone. No text from you, no calls… Surely, you’d be home soon, right? You should have left work half an hour ago, and he was sure the buses would be running a little later than usual… Maybe he should have asked Seungcheol to pick you up. He’d already offered, and you didn’t mind the ride if he was already in the area, but Jihoon knew what you would say. He doesn’t have to go out of his way for me, Jihoonie, I’ll be okay. As if that mattered to Seungcheol: Jihoon knew as well as anyone else did that Seungcheol cared about people, and that extended to their partners. Going out of his way was a love language for Seungcheol, a sign to Jihoon that he cared about him and therefore he cared about you.
His ears perked at the sound of the door opening, and he turned back to see it opening up. With two heavy footsteps, you’d finally appeared before him. Relief hit him as heavy as your bag hit the floor, and Jihoon already set out to start taking care of you. He’d started the hot water in the shower, grabbing a towel for you in the process. He threw it over your head as you bent down to untie your shoes, already trying to dry you off some.
“Why didn’t you let Cheol bring you home?”
Your voice had been muffled by the towel, but he knew it was just confirmation. “Don’t wanna bother him,” he thought you said. It felt like something you would say. He could practically hear your pouty cadence.
He let out a sigh. What was he going to do with you…? He walked away long enough to draw the blinds, returning to you to usher you to the bathroom. He watched as you stripped off soaking wet clothing, and he gathered it up to throw it into the washing machine—he’d start it later once he gathered a couple other things that needed to be washed.
“Did you eat?” He asked after he came back from getting you a change of clothing, already pulling out his phone. The two of you just went grocery shopping yesterday. He’d find something to make to warm you up and hopefully keep you from getting sick.
You groaned. Jihoon fought back a smile. Work must have been a lot today.
“You want something in particular?”
Another groan. “Just… Food. Hungry.”
He paused, looking up. “Should I stay here to make sure you don’t pass out…?”
“I’m okay,” you said after a longer sigh. “Just tired, Jihoonie.”
“I’ll leave the door cracked,” he said. “Call me if you feel lightheaded.”
Thankfully, you never did. Jihoon had found a recipe (with a little help from Jun—he texted asking for advice, and Jun simply linked him to a soup he apparently made whenever someone was sick), and he worked with what the two of you had on hand. He listened out for the sound of the sound of the shower handles squeaking as you shut off the water. A few minutes later, he listened to the sounds of your footsteps as you left the bathroom, and then heard the impact of you flopping onto the couch.
“Better?” He called over his shoulder.
“Mmhm.” A moment passed. “What are you making? It smells good.”
“Jun gave me a recipe for soup.”
He heard your satisfied hum. You always did like Jun’s cooking. Before the two of you moved in together, you’d always come around when Jun invited you, both to see your Jihoon (your words, not his) and to get to sample whatever meal Jun made. It was kind of the reason why Jihoon asked Jun for tips every now and then, always trying to improve a bit more. He liked to see you happy, after all.
A few minutes later, he heard you stand up. The blinds getting drawn. “Oh, wow, it’s really coming down, huh?”
“You were in it!”
“It’s not that bad when you’re in it,” you hummed. A few moments later, he felt your arms wrap around him as you leaned around to kiss his cheek. “Thank you for looking after me, Jihoonie.”
He smiled to himself, cheeks growing warmer. “Someone has to,” he said.
Usually, you’d mock offense. This time, you just kissed his cheek again. “I’m glad it’s you.”
warnings: vague food mentions, nothing specific. usage of “dude” but its not meant to imply gender (i firmly believe mark would call literally anyone dude/bro as a term of endearment lol).
daisy's notes: hehe surprise :) men i am so delulu in love with fr actually
As simple and silly as it was to say, Mark liked going on dates with you at this time of year. That wasn’t to say he didn’t like going out with you any other time (“What? Nah, dude, I love going out with you! Just something about the autumn air… It’s so autumn-y, y’know?” had been his response when you asked), but he liked the atmosphere here the most. There was a reason it was his favorite season, and spending days of it with his favorite person just made it better. And, no, it wasn’t just because the two of you had matching sweaters and scarves and all the cute things that marked the two of you as a pair… Although that definitely did help now that he was with you.
Mark liked waiting for you. That one might be weirder to say, but it was true: he liked going to wherever the two of you were meeting up extra early for a few reasons. The first was the autumn air (it really, really was autumn-y, okay?), where it was kind-of cold but he could still savor the warmth of the sun as he waited for you. The second? Autumn leaves. Easy. The world was colorful, and he liked to admire it for what it was. The third (that made Mark realize these were not in order of importance or anything) had been you. He’d been late to things in the past, sure, but showing up early always guaranteed him that he’d get to see your cute face whenever you found him. The shiny look in your eyes when you made your way toward him, so genuinely happy to see him again? It’d give him whatever strength he was lacking, that was certain. He’d just find a cozy bench underneath the trees, and wait for you to come up while he scrolled through social media (or, sometimes, he’d write poetry that he’d share with you because he knew how much you adored it). And that was all he’d do: he’d just sit there, waiting for you, and watching.
He liked tangling his fingers with your own when you came up to him, always asking him about his day. He’d talk, watching the steps you took to ensure you would step on the crackly leaves that he’d heard skittering across the pavement earlier. He’d smile a little more over it, too, and hold your hand a little tighter before asking you about your day.
“It’s been okay,” you usually said, “better now, though.”
You knew he’d always giggle a little, face scrunching up a little with pure joy because he knew what you meant by now. You’d said it outright enough that he always brightened your days, like your own little golden ray of sunshine. It felt like it’d always fluster him at least a little: you said it so casually, like it was merely another fact about your day that you chose to share with him. He liked that about you: you’d always been up front with how you felt about him… past the circumstances of the two of you getting together. Donghyuck and the others still teased him (and you: you were not immune in the slightest) over how it finally happened with that dumb “if I make this shot, you gotta go out with me,” that ended in both of you missing the shot.
Maybe it was silly, but something about that night just cemented something within his heart. You were his soulmate. You had to be, right? He wasn’t sure where he stood on soulmates sometimes, but he knew you had to be one of his if nothing else. He’d bought food for the two of you that night and admired you a little too much in his opinion (although he’d always admire you on dates, to be fair), and that had been your ‘day one’ of dating. There was just something about both of you missing a silly basketball shot and laughing your asses off that made Mark think you were it for him, though. Maybe one day he’d put in words. And then he’d put it in a poem, just to see that smile again.
You veered away from him a little, purposefully stepping on another crunchy leaf, and he just tightened his grip on your hand to pull you back in. With a giggle, you’d bumped into him, and he’d immediately steadied you.
“God, you’re so cute,” he said, eyes shining with pure joy over every little thing that made you you. “I really love you, y’know?”
And, oh, that smile warmed his chest. “I know,” you said, leaning in to steal a quick peck. “I love you, too, you dork.”Your dork. But you already knew that.
