lia 🖤

the sun is shining, so hot on your skin, but it feels good. you and the less energetic ones of the group are sitting at the bar, sipping drinks while the others play at the beach. someone’s playing music somewhere, and as you watch taeyong splash in the water, you can only think one thing, that the moment is truly perfect.

he catches your eye, and with a big smile, runs out of the water and makes his way towards you. it makes you giggle seeing him try to run through the water, nearly tripping over himself, but it fades into a fond smile as he gleefully runs over.

you haven’t been dating for long, just shy of a month, but it’s taeyong’s birthday, and he wanted you to come with him to celebrate and meet his friends. it’s been great so far, they all love you, and the ones older than him have already “adopted” you, their words. this couldn’t have gone any better.

“hi,” you’re brought out of your thoughts by taeyong’s voice in your ear, followed by a kiss to your temple. his arms wrap tight around your body, squeezing you tight, his wet body sending chills through your dry one.

“yong, i told you i wasn’t trying to-“ you start, cutting yourself off with a squeal when he shakes his head, more water spraying on you.

“oops?” he giggles, laughing at your uncomfy reaction.

as he settles, his eyes wander over to johnny’s glass, a hibiscus flower sitting inside for decoration. he plucks it from the grass, ignoring the man’s complaints, before turning back to you and tucking it behind your ear.

“for my ruby,” he says, smiling at the way you curl into yourself, cheeks a glittery pink with both real and artificial blush. you’re the most gorgeous thing i’ve seen, he thinks, eyes glittering with the light of fairy lights and the blue-orange sunset in the sky.

“take a picture then.” you say, turning your whole body towards him, sitting straight as you hand him your phone.

oops- did he say that out loud? nonetheless, he shakes his head, laughing at himself before opening your phone camera. you really do look amazing, like a princess, dressed in your pretty beachwear, skin glistening with the shimmery, vanilla scented sun cream you put on. now it’s been topped off with the white and pink flower holding your hair out of your face.

he doesn’t stop clicking the button until it stops letting him, a notification popping up telling him that your storage ran out. has he really gotten that distracted that he ended up taking so many?

“dude, you’re like, seriously whipped.” johnny says from behind, laughing at how obviously entranced he was.

handing you your phone, he turns to the side, addressing him with a chuckle, “i can’t help it. i love her.”

you freeze, shooting up with a shocked smile. he has yet to say that to you, and it just came so naturally? out of nowhere?

you have to fight the urge to cry as you tap his shoulder, “taeyong.. really? you love me?”

he turns, cheeks flushed when he realizes that he let it slip, “oh.. yeah. i do.” he smiles, albeit shyly, stepping between your legs to pull you in, wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

you kiss his cheek, over and over, giggling and smiling brighter than ever. “awe, bubu, i love you too. so much.”

someone catches a picture of you both, and it’s the most beautiful thing ever. your silhouettes are captured in an embrace, shining lights from the beach bar behind you, paired with the sunset and swaying palm trees. it’s so perfect, and then one of the boys comes forward with a cake, another recording as everyone starts singing, his face lit up with pure, raw joy, and so much love, surrounded by all the ones who care for him the most. and now you as well, cheering for him and clapping your hands as the candles blow out, love so strong and evident now that you both had verbalized it for the first time.

bf!jaemin and the olive theory <3

whenever you guys are eating together, no matter what it is, he always passes you the things from his plate/portion that he knows you like

if it’s a bag of candy, he’ll pick out every single one of your favorite flavor and give it to you

if it’s your dinner plates, he’ll let you give him the things you don’t like off of your plate, and he’ll give you whatever you like off of his

hell, if you don’t like the food you got at a restaurant and you can’t return it, he’ll trade plates with you as a whole

the sweetest thing about this is… almost all the foods he’s giving up for you are things he actually likes! he just pretends he doesn’t so that he can see your smile when you get to have them

you’re laying against the pillow, having another midnight chat with jaemin full of giggles and random conversations that last until the sun comes up. you’ve fallen into a moment of silence, wiping the tears of laughter and catching your breath before you speak up again. 

“nana?” you call, facing him and twirling one of the strands of hair falling into his face. he hums, his head propped up on one arm as he looks back at you. 

“this is really random, but i’m remembering that one time you sifted through an entire party sized candy bag and took all the flavors i didn’t like out before giving it to me. that made me really happy.” 

he smiles, “i’m happy to hear that. i wouldn’t want any of it to go to waste by having those ones left over, so i just gave you a bag without them and kept whatever was picked out for me. only the best for you, hm?” 

“you always pay really good attention, picking the things i don’t like out of my plate, or giving me the things i like off of yours. it makes me feel really loved, and seen.” the conversation shifted form nonsensical to very sweet, and you can see the love and happiness in his eyes as you express these emotions to him.

“truly, i’m really happy that i can make you feel that way. it’s my job to make you feel that way, and i’m doing it well.. but, can i tell you something?” he’s biting back a giggle, copying you and twirling a piece of your own hair. when you nod, he continues, “i actually like a lot of the same foods you do, but i give them up to you anyway because it makes me happy to see you enjoy them.”

your lovesick expression turns to shock, sitting straight up as you look at him incredulously. “so you’re missing out on eating your favorite foods? for me?” 

he nods slowly, laughing at your reaction. “and i actually hate the same foods you do, but i eat them anyway because you said you feel bad wasting them.” 

you’re immediately yelling at him, albeit out of love, complaining about how it’s insane that he’d torture himself like that all for you to be happy, but he just pulls you back down into the soft cushions, shushing you and reminding you that it’s worth it when his princess, his angel is happy.

bf!jaemin who always keeps tabs on your interests, never forgetting a single thing you’ve mentioned.

when you’re at the store together, he pays close attention to everything you look at a second longer than normal 

before holidays or special occasions, he looks through your clothing tags and makeup packaging for certain brands that pop up more than once

when you mention a show or movie you like, he immediately saves it to his watchlist so he can inform himself for you

his ears are always open, ready for you to rant to him about something you like or give him updates on whatever’s going on in your world of special interests

you’re scrolling through jaemin’s phone, a little too obsessed with your own that while it’s recharging you go to look for something else to scroll on. he’s sitting next to you, an arm around your shoulder yet he’s paying attention to the tv in front of you both. you’ve gotten bored of the games he has downloaded, so you end up in his photos app to see what he’s got saved.

unsurprisingly, his camera roll is filled with photos of you, varying from ones which should be kept in his hidden folder, to candids, to ones that you’ve begged him to delete for being ‘too ugly’. there’s a few of his friends too, many of the lu triplets as well. however, after a while of scrolling you come across the photos he took on your last shopping date, and there’s a few random ones of random shelves at different stores?? clicking on them and zooming in, you look closer and they’re actually all stuff you remember looking at. some of them you can even see your finger in frame, pointing at one of the products. 

it really touches your heart, and maybe something’s off in the balance of your body because happy tears prick your eyes as you turn around to look at jaemin, teary-eyed smile on as you point to one of the photos. “nana, why do you have all these?”

he smiles down at you, gliding a hand over your head. “there’s so much you want, i’ve gotta keep tabs, don’t i? i need to make sure i remember it all so i can get it for you in the future.” 

you’re already further in his arms, swinging a leg over his lap to lay your head in his neck and keep your arms around him. in his neck, it’s muffled, but he hears you mumble a ‘that’s so sweet, i love you’ as the crook of his neck dampens. with a hand running up and down your back, he leaves a kiss to your head, reminding you that it’s what you deserve, nothing less.

bf!jaemin who is literally your biggest supporter, to the point where everyone dulls in comparison

his social media rarely ever includes himself, except the few times he can’t help but brag about his own features, usually involving photos of you or his babies.

people can expect to click his story and see candids of you, including a caption like ‘look at my baby go!!’ or something along the lines of that

he’s always at the front line, whether it be for a performance of some sort or simply just ordering something from a cashier, ready to give you his dashing smile and a ‘i’m so proud of you’

his friends will say “i passed all my exams!” and of course he’ll acknowledge that, but not without a “my girlfriend does that all the time like it’s nothing”

you’re loading the test site over and over again, sitting on the cafe toilet while you do so. it was an exam you’d been particularly stressed about, and jaemin offered to take you out as a distraction. you just couldn’t help it though, the time was just a minute shy of what it would be when the scores came out, and you were desperate to find out what you got. he’s been standing outside for what you know is quite a while, likely confused when you were on your way out of the store before suddenly needing to use the bathroom.

finally, nearly slipping off the toilet with anxious sweat, you refresh it one more time and the score is revealed, showing you.. passed! with an obnoxiously heavy sigh of relief, you finish up and run out of the store with a smile. he’s looking at you with an eyebrow raised. he starts speaking, likely asking about why you’re smiling after exiting the bathroom, but in your excitement you cut him off, jumping up and down in front of him.

“i passed! jaemin, i passed it!” you cheer, and he’s already set your cups down, pulling you into his arms, armed with a million kisses as he spins you around in celebration. it leaves you flustered, knowing you’re in public when he does that, but if anything everyone deserves to know that you’re doing such good things. in all honestly, you’re lucky he’s not already telling the people who pass by the two of you.

bf!jaemin who’s your own personal doctor <3

this sort of coincides with one of the other ones, but it’s true. he’s always checking if you’ve eaten, and if not he’s cooking or ordering food for you

you could have the slightest pain or ache, and he’s already ready with lotion to massage the trouble area

he already treats you like a princess, but when you’re sick or in pain you truly feel like one

he always knows just what you need! if you hit him up, telling him about some random feeling, he can diagnose you right away and take care of you just how you need 

you’re way too tired to get up and greet him, but you hear jaemin come in the front door, grocery bags rustling in his hands while he toes his shoes off. you hear him greet his cats, eventually cluttering around the kitchen with whatever he bought. you’re falling in and out of sleep while he does so, waking up a few times to a noise that’s a little too loud, followed by one of his funny replacements for a curse word that he always uses when he’s around you.

eventually, he rubs your shoulder, kissing your cheek to wake you up. you whine, tearing up with fatigue, still pulling him into a hug gratefully. he doesn’t even flinch when you start coughing, spit spraying in his face, shaking off your apology with a laugh. helping you sit up, he helps you take your medicine, spoon feeding you the soup he spent so much time making for you.

he doesn’t force you to finish it all, putting it away when your stomach can’t handle any more. when he comes back, he gets dressed in something comfortable, holding you in his lap while massaging your back, taking the pain away with soft pushes of his fingers. you fall asleep and wake up in that same position, jaemin’s sweet smile looking down at you, suddenly appearing so much clearer now that you already feel so much better.

bf!jaemin being your photographer !!!

we all know his love for photography, and his skill at capturing his loved ones with his camera

you’re no exception! he’s got an entire photo album of you shelved at home, and an even bigger one in his phone

there’s only one person you can ever thank or credit for all the photos on your instagram, and it’s him of course <3

whenever you get all dolled up (pls let him style you, he’ll be so happy!), he’s got his phone out, directing you on how to pose so that he can get the perfect shot

you hear the shutter clicking, paired with the flash coming as you stand with your back turned to jaemin. his thumb is quick against his phone screen, taking a million photos at lightning speed. your face is hidden from the camera, smile bright as you giggle at his comments, hearing him mumble things like ‘wow, so sexy!’ and ‘so beautiful’.

“okay, can you..” he murmurs, gently using a hand to turn your head, revealing your side profile to the camera. you shiver, and he smiles, apologizing with a kiss to your shoulder. 

he backs up once again, standing at different angles to get the best photos of you that he can. not a single one goes by without an over the top compliment, the mini photoshoot ending with a kiss, your back pressing against the cold metal of the bridge’s lighting. it’s post date night, and it was actually jaemin who stopped you, eyes shining impossibly bright when he asked to take photos of you against the second prettiest view he’d ever seen.

it’s safe to say that when he sent the photos to you, all of them being perfect enough for your instagram, all of your friends (and even his) were commenting, praising your beauty and your boyfriend’s skill. it’s safe to say that no matter what, you can trust jaemin in capturing your beauty perfectly.

his body gets smaller as crouches down on the side of the street, nimble fingers reaching in his coat pocket for a treat to feed the cat he found in the middle of your walk together. his smile is soft, fond, eyes sparkling as he holds it out, murmuring softly as the cat slowly comes forward. it’s so simple, but such a beautiful scene, seeing an animal so stuck on independence easily give into the man. your heart aches, not even from how your boyfriend acts, but the pure delicacy of the scene tugs at your heartstrings. you can only appreciate him more. in such silence, simply being a bystander of such fond, pure, but so incredibly simple moments, your heart feels full. even when he turns to you, finished with the moment that you hadn’t even realized had ended, you’re speechless. no, you can’t look him in his teasing eyes and explain to him why you feel so in love, watching him find joy in the world around him, scenes so plain that they’re nothing to write home about. your entire body feels warm, your entire being full of adoration. all that comes out when he asks what’s up with you is a dry huff of air, because how? how are you supposed to describe this feeling?

one day, he shows you some of the pages of his journal. yes, that’s the one. the one where he writes everything he feels, all the angry, the sad, the happy, the stuff that doesn’t make sense. the kind of things you write down so you can start to make sense of it. he shows it to you, and the first page is almost like a scrapbook. glued to the page are three polaroid photos, one’s he’s messed with to look vintage. one shows the sidewalk, grass and wildflowers peeking through the cracks. the next is at the beach, and you see a hand drawing in the sand with a stick. it seems like yours, definitely is when you see yours and his initials written in the sand. finally, the last photo is of a weeping willow, flowing in the wind, under the streetlights at a time that’s surely after midnight.

not even the cheapest art gallery would accept these photos. but, does it even matter? you don’t get it, but you can see where the special parts come in, you can look through the lens of his camera, his glasses, and see just what makes these photos so special to him. again, it’s the simplicity that plucks the air from his lungs, now yours. all that he needs to see for a moment to deserve room in his sd card is one thing— life. and you do sob upon seeing the tiny writing at the bottom, written hastily and microscopically as if it’s a secret not even safe enough to be written in confidence; now, my world is full of color.

when his birthday comes, your eyes well up with tears when you think of all the time you’ve had with him. there’s no way, in any language created on earth, that you could express all the feelings he ignites in you. he’s.. liberating, healing, hell, he’s your savior. yet none of these words equate to the amount of love in your heart. it rattles your bones, makes your blood rush with a fervor that makes your mind race and your vision blur. every one of us was made with something unique inside us, he says to you, all humans are special. but how can that be said? no human who has or will ever walk this earth is like him. no one is as pure, as well-minded, as beautiful or as kind-hearted as him.

these words come out jumbled when you think them aloud, but with teary eyes and a fifty-cent pen you write out every word that has been said thus far, and hand it to him on paper, paired with nothing but a pressed wildflower, dried with the weight of novels you share. anyone else might find this cheap, lazy, dumb in terms of a gift meant to celebrate the person getting older. it pales in comparison to the absolute poetry he spews to you on a whim. but, you know him. the flower, plucked straight from the wilderness outside, as simple as the life he has shown you and taught you to appreciate. a letter, so messy, unorganized and ruined with tear stains. prose completely unformatted and simply a chaotic expression of love and adoration. it’s not much, but in the eyes of you and him, it’s everything. your entire heart, cut out and bared for him to hold onto forever.

when you give it all to him, your whole being put on a silver platter, he’s overjoyed. the smile on his face is shining, sweet but subtle, and even if his reaction on the outside is small, it’s so easy to just know that it means so much more. like your own little language where expressions are how you communicate, the hug he gives you, the deep breath he takes to accommodate for the swelling of his heart, it says it all. it means a thank you, an i love you, and a million other things that spoken words cannot convey. jeon wonwoo is so strong, so beautiful, so pure in body and soul, and it will forever be impossible to convey that feeling to your whole world directly, so you make sure to remind him with the simple, little things, coined as the special way you always have and always will do for each other.

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