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🀢  the way he loves.    thoughts about how sungho would be as your boyfriend. (sungho x reader, fluff, slice of life, 0.6k)

🀦  coffee is the only solution!    when your sworn enemy of all time asks you out, there’s no reason that could account for his sudden change of heart. you’re not that easy to win over either, until… he used his most effective weapon: coffee. (jaehyun x reader, f, comedy, 1.3k)

“how have i never done this before!” a whispered yell echoes into sungho’s ears, your sweet voice glimmering as you swipe yet another lipstick on his hand. there are way too many colors all over his skin, and at some point, you simply decided that instead of trying out what you want for yourself, you couldn’t resist painting him like your very own canvas.

in the few minutes you both have been perusing the makeup section of the store he drove you both to, as per your request (something about not having the right shade of concealer and running out of your favorite lip gloss?), your boyfriend has simply let you do as you please. he can’t deny you, especially not after allowing you to do it in the first place, but... he sort of regrets it now.

“ah… there’s no more space here,” you pout, putting down his hand that you both have been watching get makeup put upon. but before you could bring up the other, sungho’s resistance shone through.

“isn’t one enough… how am i gonna take it all off baby?”

at that, your lips pucker tighter, brows sewing together in defiance as you turn around, leaving him standing in his spot. a quick second after the words leave his mouth, he realizes he can’t take it back anymore as he follows you. it’s a busy store, and you both can barely talk because the only sounds that can be heard are the clatter of the plastics and glass—as if it was some sort of cosmetic library.

"i'm sor—" sungho has to swerve past an incoming cart before he could finish the sentence, trying his hardest to keep up behind you. it's not tough to find you, but man you walk fast when you're upset (you're not). he should've known that when he said what he did, even if he didn't mean it that way.

another couple steps closer to you, and right as he's about to apologize, you turn the other way to the hair section, not particularly interested in anything as your eyes scan the colorful bottles of hair spray up and down. he's practically running after you, holding onto the basket, careful not to bump it into any of the shelves he passes by during his pursuit.

you're waiting, letting him catch up behind you, before continuing to some other part of the store. it's not very big, dedicated to providing all sorts of beauty products that could ever be needed. so from hair, you go over to perfumes, at the very opposite side.

and sungho? he's still behind you. several pairs of eyes stare at him as he gets the employees and even other fellow customers to get annoyed by his incessant walk. it's obvious why to him among the gossiping chatter at a volume 1-2 (on a scale of 10; that's how he decided to categorize it right at this very moment)—"of course he would've said something to annoy her", "this isn't a gym to practice running in", "is he in his right mind?"—but sungho couldn't care less what others thought. his mind is on you.

after getting closer again, your boyfriend shouts (well, as loud as he could given the environment... maybe a volume level of 4?), "y/n!" you innocently turn around eyeing at him, keeping that same expression you had on when you started this cat-and-mouse chase. it turned funny for you by the time you decided to go to the hair section, but you couldn't show it right now.

"finally," sungho puts the basket down and traps you between his arms and the shelves lined with full size bottles of floral scents. startled, your eyes widen as you look at him, and from your peripheral, an employee making her way to you.

(at a volume 2) "i'm sorry, ok? i didn't mean that. you have full permission to use my hands and arms, and my shoulders and neck and body and every and any part of me as you wish, hm? i'll stay painted in your colors forever if that's what you want. so please, accept my apology?"

while biting your lower lip to stop yourself from smiling, you couldn't help but feel the butterflies dance within your body. you push him away slightly so you could get out of his grasp, not saying a word and taking his blank hand in yours. leading the way back to where the makeup was, you both escape from the one lady who was just about to break you both away.

and instead of telling him a yes or no, you grab the closest tester blush and drew a heart right below a knuckle in the hand you held.