Dorm Leadrers Reaction To Their S/o Wearing Their Shirt In The Morning

Dorm leadrers’ reaction to their s/o wearing their shirt in the morning

Note: a brief mention of late night activities, but nothing too explicit. Pure fluff. The reader is ambiguous. 

Upd: here’s a version with vice dorm leaders

Waking up the first thing he sees is that you two are holding hands. Riddle smiles as he observes your hands. After seeing your face, his own cheeks dust in pink. Then he notices that you’re wearing something. He doesn’t remember you putting something on. Hm, maybe after he’s fallen asleep?  

Watching closely, he realizes that you’re wearing his shirt! Oh, dear, his pink cheeks turn into read ones.   

His heart beats very fast. He’s trying to remember is there a rule about forbidding wearing someone else’s clothes.   

In your sleep, you unconsciously scoot closer to his chest. Well, now he can’t think straight at all.

He takes a deep breath and exhales. Riddle wraps his arms around you and hugs you closer. A petite smile on his face when he puts his forehead atop of your head. If there is such a rule, well, he’s glad you’ve broken it.

 Hugs you from behind. Rarely wakes up by himself, so it’s a mystery how he wakes up this morning before you. Also, it’s a mystery how you have managed to slip out from his embrace to put a shirt on, which is obviously not yours.      

He realizes that it’s his shirt that you’re wearing. He smirks. His cheeks may or may not be flushed, and his tail may or may not waggle under the covers.   

He sighs and closes his eyes. He nuzzles his head onto yours. Allowing himself to fall asleep again, after all, he must rest more after the night.·      

Even if he doesn’t say it out loud, he’s very thankful to you, to such moments when you make him blush or make his heart skip a beat.

Some time later he sniffs your sweet scent on the shirt with closed eyes and a blushing face. But nobody will find out what he’s doing. Not even you.

The octopus sticks to your body unintentionally like he’s glued to you. He can’t help it.

So, when waking up he feels that you’re wearing something, he’s sure that you didn’t put anything when falling asleep. Azul reaches for his glasses on the nightstand and puts them on. Oh, you’re wearing a shirt. But wait, it’s clearly his shirt!

He quietly gasps and his heart starts beating very fast. It’s one of these things that people do when dating! He may have read something like that on the internet, but he did it only for research purposes!

You’ve made him melt. The fact that you’re wearing his shirt means you love and trust him! Oh, he is not crying Azul is so happy and loves you! He hugs you tighter and kisses the top of your head.

He will probably leave on purpose with subtle hints his shirts and sweaters in prominent places for you to wear.

 Oh, this sunny boy loves to cuddle you. When he wakes up, not even opening his eyes, he nuzzles his head onto you. He can’t get enough of you even after the whole night loving you.  

He opens his eyes and sees that you’re wearing what he recognises as one of his shirts. Now he is smiling even brighter than you can ever imagine.

Aren’t you adorable? He practically squealing at your cuteness! What does he do? Should he take a photo of your sleeping face and you in his shirt? What a cute combo!·         

You probably wake up because of the noise, caused by a giggling Kalim. When you open your eyes, Kalim’s cheerful smile – that is brighter than the sun – almost blinds you. He pounces on you, nearly suffocating you. He rubs his cheek against yours. 

 If you wanted some of his clothes, you simply should have said so! Now probably your wardrobe is stuffed with his clothes for you to wear! 

He falls asleep and wakes up at the same time, sleep affects health, after all. So, this morning he wakes up early as he usually does. A small groan leaves his lips; clearly dissatisfied, since he hasn’t had enough sleep this night.·       

Before leaving the bed and getting himself ready for the day, Vil looks back at you. He is about to scold you for wrinkling his shirt, but suddenly stops. He sighs. 

How can possibly he be angry at you when you sleep so peacefully on his bed? Okay, he must admit that you’ve flattered him by wearing his shirt. And it looks good on you, of course, it’s his shirt after all! Okay, his cheeks might be slightly pink right now!  

He sighs again. He moves some strands of your hair from your forehead and kisses it. He can’t be mad at you. You’re too precious for him. He decides to stay in bed with you until you wake up. His morning routine can wait.

Since you enjoy wearing his clothes, he will give you some of his pieces to wear. Don’t worry, darling, he is known to have a good sense of fashion, he’ll pick up you that what will make you look even more stunning than you already do! 

When he wakes up, Idia finds himself lying on his back and you use one of his arms as a pillow. He rubs eyes with a hand that is not occupied by you. He sighs and looks down at you.·       

Idia smiles. You’re cute when you sleep. Hm? Are you wearing something? He watches closely and realises that it’s one of his T-shirts that has a print of his favourite show/video game.·        

Oh, dear. He blushes even darker now. Isn’t wearing the other person’s clothing a couple thing? Wait, you two are a couple. And you did those things which couples do at night. Wow, he needs to calm down.·       

He closes his eyes, takes a big breath and exhales, trying not to wake you up. He never thought that he would witness one of these cliché anime/dating simulator scenarios. Not that he complains.·         

Now he’s thinking about how to make you wear his shirts more often. And how cute you will look in them. It’s a miracle how he hasn’t set himself on flame nearly from the only thought.

         Oh, Malleus is such a cuddler when he sleeps. As he wakes up, not even opening his eyes he pulls you to his chest and gives you a little squeeze carefully not to wake you.    

When he finally opens his eyes, he looks down at you, a small smile graces his face. Hm, you are wearing something? Isn’t it too big for you? A flash of realisation hits him, it’s his shirt! But you’re so small (for him) and his shirt is so big, aren’t you cute?·         

When you wake up, and rub your eyes, the first thing you see is a smiling Malleus with rosy cheeks. Your heart skips a beat and blush as well. He doesn’t say anything, his smile becomes even bigger; he pulls you closer to him and nuzzles his head to yours.·       

He whispers a soft ‘good morning’, and internally screaming about your cuteness. Oh dear, if he knew that you would be so lovely in his clothes, he would’ve given you to wear it a long ago.·         

He’ll definitely give you some of his clothes to wear. And every time you do, Malleus lovingly eyes you.·          

I GOT IT!!!!

I repeatedly rewinded the ep 9 scene where yukimaru recites the lyrics and wrote down the pronunciation and now i am singing along for a cover!!!!

"Don't worry,Ib

i'll be resting for a while..

if you need me,

i'll come running..."

- Garry

In which Professor Crewel just appears on Ramshackle's doorstep one early Saturday morning to drag (Y/n) out on a shopping-spree to spoil her for her good work in class.

(Y/n) is like the daughter he never had — and Crewel is the father Crowley fails to be.

Request by @azergghh and @vallison-rea.

"You ready to head out, pup?"

You definitely didn't expect Crewel to stand on your doorstep when you opened the door that Saturday morning. Your jaw falling down, you stared at your impeccable-looking professor in silence, completely speechless by his sudden and unexpected appearance.

His presence caused fear to fill your veins — had Ace or Deuce gotten in trouble again? Was he here to tell you one of them had died? Or maybe it was just detention? Oh, a thousand scenarios were running through your head in a moment's notice.

Crewel tapped his shiny shoes against the floor, a little bit impatient when you wouldn't reply to his greeting. He had things to do and places to be — those would be shopping with you in town.

You furrowed your eyebrows and scratched your head sheepishly. "Professor? Hello... but it's Saturday. There's no special classes today, right?" you asked, your voice slightly cracking at the end as desperation took over your tone. "Please let me be right."

Crewel laughed as he shook his head, patting your head as if he was patting a little dog that amused him greatly. You looked up at him, slightly dumbfounded. "No no, pup," he drawled as he peered down at you with an excited smile on his lips — one that you had never seen before. "Today, you're going shopping with me! You're in dire need of better clothes — I can't let you run around with those rags that Crowley throws at you."

You felt a little bit self-conscious when Crewel pointed his finger at your outfit, his eyes narrowed in distaste. "Ah, the headmaster is very generous..." you stuttered out in a hushed tone, desperately hoping Crowley wouldn't pop out from some corner like he always did.

Crewel rolled his eyes as he strode past you and entered your temporary home. His eyes wandered across the interior, and he covered his nose with his gloved hand to prevent all the dust from entering his nose. "Hah, I can't believe he lets you live in such a rundown building..." he muttered as you trudged behind him, still not sure what he was doing here. Suddenly, he stopped his inspection and turned around to look at you again. "That aside, we have to brush your hair, first. I don't let any of my puppies run around with their fur looking like that."

You seemed quite flabbergasted when he put a hand on your shoulder and led you over to the couch that was ready to fall apart due to Ace and Epel's most recent brawl in your living room.

"O—Okay? Just make yourself at home, I guess..." you muttered as Crewel pressed you down onto the couch before positioning himself behind the back lean. He hummed a soft tune as he let his gloved hands run through your tresses, expertly picking some strands up and weaving them together. A blissful sigh escaped your lips as his fingertips treaded through your sore scalp. "Have you done this before, Professor? You seem really skilled."

Crewel let out an airy laugh, continuing to braid your hair with patience that was required for a teacher dealing with feral boys five days of the week. "Braiding hair is a lot of fun. I guess I'm just a natural," he murmured, causing a little giggle to escape your lips. His lips quirked up into a smile upon realising you were letting your guard down — it was his golden opportunity to pry in your private life like a good father would. "So, tell me more about your problems. Any boys running around, begging for your attention?"

You shook your head, an innocent smile on your lips. "No! Everyone is super nice..."

"Sure they are..." Crewel muttered as he summoned a hairband and used it to finish up his masterwork. Clapping his hands together, he watched your hairdo proudly. "Even that octo-pup, who is always trying to buy your very amazingly-taken notes from you, is nice?"

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words. Slowly turning around, you looked at him with wide and glossy eyes. "You think my notes are good?" you asked, your hands wringing one another in utter embarrassment and excitement.

Crewel nodded in amusement at how flustered you were. It was rare for him to give out compliments, but he never failed to give them to those that deserved them. "Oh dear, they're wonderful! Very aesthetically pleasing!" he exclaimed, letting out a drawn-out sigh. "I very much love them. You clearly have an eye for the finer things in life, (Y/n)."

You couldn't help a smile from forming on your lips at his words. "Thank you, professor," you cried out happily, trying to not burst from excitement and the feeling of having accomplished something great. Still, you tried to push all these overwhelmingly positive feelings aside since there still was a question that desperately needed asking. "But I have to ask—"

"Ah, I did an amazing job," Crewel interrupted you briskly before he sauntered back to the front door to Ramshackle, waving you over to follow him with an elegant flick of his wrist. He walked on, not waiting for you to follow him. "Now that you're all fixed up, we can head out."

Jumping to your feet, you had to sprint the first metres to catch up with his teasingly quick steps. He slowed down once you reached his side. "Where are we going?" you asked once you exited Ramshackle.

Crewel merely shot you a little wink. "Like I said, I'm taking you on a shopping spree!" He sarcastically raised his hands to move them like jazz-hands, causing you to chortle slightly. The loose sleeves of his fur coat wiggled around and almost hit you in the face, but he made sure they never did. Finally, a fond smile made its way to his lips as he explained, "I've never had a daughter to dress up. Ah, it's gonna be so fun, (Y/n)."

You felt your breath hitch in your throat. "Daughter?"

•••

Hours later after having arrived in the town that Crewel had driven you to with his bright red car, you were now strolling through the lively streets with bags upon bags slung over your forearms and shoulders, all of them filled with clothes from rather expensive stores around here.

There were so many bags that Crewel had offered to carry one or two for you, lest you accidentally drop the bags to the ground.

Despite all the fun you had with your professor — who had shown you a much more humourous and carefree side of his personality today — one thing he had said earlier still wouldn't leave your head and instead ghosted around like an ever-present echo.

Taking a deep breath, you finally, after hours of breaking your head over it, remarked, "Sir, you called me daughter earlier."

Crewel seemed quite taken aback when you suddenly spoke up, yet a smile broke out on his lips as he turned around to face you with humoured eyes. "Oh— yes yes." A chuckle escaped his lips as he patted your head affectionately, explaining, "I've always wanted to have a daughter, you know? A child and a dog are quite different from one another. You're very pleasant to talk to, (Y/n). Yet... you're not as fluffy as one."

A strange warm feeling caused your heart to flutter comfortably — to have someone that was looking out for you felt amazing. And you felt sorry to say it, but Crewel was a way better father-figure than Crowley ever was.

Smiling up at your new guardian brightly, you chirped, "Thank you for everything, really." Crewel watched with softened eyes as you rummaged through the numerous paper bags in your possession, an excited sparkle occupying your eyes. "I can't wait to try on all these clothes at home!"

Crewel let out a little huff, as if his actions should be taken for granted. Crossing his arms, he proudly said, "Of course. You deserve even more! Your efforts in class should be rewarded — more than Crowley does." You stopped in your tracks to stare at him with wide eyes. He quirked an eyebrow at you, not understanding why you weren't understanding him. "Tsk, that's why I'm treating you today!"

Your eyes were sparkling with utter gratitude that made him feel happy, somehow. "You're so kind!" you chimed, beaming brightly.

Crewel laughed in delight as he extended a hand to ruffle your hair. "I know! Only the best for my pup." You had already averted your gaze from him when his hand retreated back to his side. Your eyes adopted a distant sheen and your smile turned quite dreamy and lost. Crewel furrowed his eyebrows as he waved his hand in front of your eyes to catch your attention. "Twisted Wonderland to my pup? Hello?"

Crewel followed your gaze to find a student from NRC standing in the distance, doing whatever he was doing — Crewel didn't really care; what he actually cared about was how the boy had managed to catch your attention so effortlessly.

You jumped once the hand obstructing your vision of the boy who had managed to steal your heart snapped you out of your trance. Turning back around to shoot Crewel an apologetic smile, you murmured, "Oh I'm sorry... I just saw—"

"You have a crush! Ah, my little darling pup has a crush!" Crewel interrupted you, a wide grin on his face that only grew when your eyes widened in utter panic. He debated on whether to pinch your cheeks or not, but he decided against it when you shot him an angry glare that served to shut him up before your crush could hear him. Crewel merely shook his head and let out an amused chuckle. "Isn't this adorable? Tell me, have you thought about confessing to him yet?"

"No..." you muttered as you lowered your gaze to the floor. "He probably doesn't know I exist..."

Crewel seemed quite surprised by your lack of confidence; none of his pups would be self-conscious! He would make sure of it. "Of course he knows you exist! Raise your head and don't slouch like that — be more confident!" he chided, causing you to immediately do he said. "Believe me, you'll regret it if you never confess to him."

"Thanks, Professor. I think I'll confess to him soon..."

Crewel hummed and slung an arm around your shoulder. "Tell him if he hurts you, he'll get zero percent in his next alchemy test." When you shot him a worried look, Crewel broke out into laughter, bellowing, "Just joking... or am I?" You opened your mouth to comment on his words, but you were interrupted by your stomach churning in hunger. "Oh, you must be hungry and tired from carrying around all these bags! How about we go eat something?"

"I'd love that!" The way you nodded so eagerly made Crewel laugh in amusement.

He steered you in the direction of his favourite establishment that coincidentally wasn't too far away from your current location.

Once you stepped through the door to the restaurant, the smell of fresh food wafted over to you. You struggled with not drooling as Crewel led you over to the waitress assigning tables. They seemed to know one another as they shot one another a little nod.

"A table for two, please," Crewel said as he proudly pushed you forward for the waitress to see.

"For two? Oh?" the middle-aged woman asked as she curiously looked you up and down, smiling. "You have a significant other, Divus? What a pleasant surprise!"

Crewel laughed and shook his head. "No no, Minnie. (Y/n) is just—"

But it was too late already; the waitress had already grabbed you by your shoulders to look you up and down with a big grin on your face. "Your daughter! Ah! Isn't she precious?" the waitress cooed as she grabbed your cheeks and stretched them out quite hard. "Oh my, you're such a cute girl—"

"T-Thank you, madam—" you tried to press out, "but I'm not—"

"Ah... I'm sure your father," she said while she turned around to smile at Crewel, "is really proud of you..."

Crewel merely laughed as he nodded. "Yes, I very much am."

Could you do headcanons of the NRC staff looking after reader? (In a fatherly way 😁) Maybe even adopting them? (Unofficial or official is up to you ;3) Thank you!!

That is what we all wanted!❤️ And thank you for the request I hoped to get one day!! I hope that you like it and have a great day!~

🖤 Oh no, a troublesome student. Another one. But wait, it wasn’t just a normal troublesome student. It was his troublesome child. Sure, he never wanted to have a child, but when he got to know you better, the masked headmaster took you in and loves you like a father would love their child.

🖤 He promised you on your first day, that he will find a way to bring you back to your world… But maybe he won’t find a way… That’s not too bad, right? I mean… You still have him and he will take you in like a great father would do!

🖤 “- So… Yeah, I have a family.” Crowley listened to you, as he nodded with his head. “You mean two families. One in your world and the other one here.” He smiled sweetly at you, implying that the headmaster was your new family, only to get a confused expression. “Two???”

🖤 “(Y/N), please stop it, my child. I need to do this paperwork. Wait… Why are you staring at me?” – “D-Did you called me your child…?” Cue to him, getting a little bit flustered but nonetheless he nods with his head, patting you like you were a small little five-year old.

🖤 “Ace Trapolla. You are a bad influence for my child, so please step away from them. (Y/N), come over here. Wait- No! Don’t go! I’m your father!! Listen to me!” After you didn’t listen to the headmaster – as he was just talking and wasn’t truly your father, Crowley tried to find a way to adopt you and make it official, so you have to listen to him.

🐕 Crewel just has to protect you, no matter what. The only people who he would tolerate to be around his not-official-but-going-to-be-adopted-as-soon-as-possible-child, were maybe Vil and Rook. Why? Because they knew a lot about fashion, like your wonderful father.

🐕 “Why can’t I hang around with my friends?” – “They are troublesome. Maybe they will use a wrong spell and poof, you will be a cat… As you are not gifted of using magic, I advise you to stay by your father’s side.”

🐕 “Hey… Yeah, I need to whisper right now… Dad- Oh, I mean Professor Crewel is sleeping here and will only let me out of my room, when I finish my homework… Sorry, I will call you guys later.”

🐕 “Here are the adoption paper. You are my child now, (Y/N) Crewel.” He smiles at you just the same way, he would smile at sweet dogs.

🐕 Crewel would be a great father. The tall man would buy you plenty of clothes, accessories and more, just to see you smile at him happily!

🐈 “Am I allowed to date someone here?” Your nervous voice asked the father figure of yours as Trein’s fingertips stroked Lucius furr. “How many times do I have to tell you, that every student here is not good enough for you, child? No go and do your homework.”

🐈 Please, don’t sneak out or else Lucius might see you and tell it your father immediately! That won’t end up good. “Tell me why you were sneaking out at two in the morning? Don’t tell me that your troublesome friends wanted you to play another stupid prank?”

🐈 Trein will be super nice to you and even help you out, whenever you needed help with your lessons, especially with the history of the dark, twisted wonderland you were stuck in.

🐈 Secretly, Trein will thank Crowley of not finding a way to bring you back, or else he might lose another one dear to him, after his wife died.

🐈 After Trein sees you as his own child, Lucius started to think of you as a sibling and would you even pat him, which was super rare. “Wait, (Y/N)?! Are you patting professor Trein’s cat? What is going on?” – “(Y/N), my child, are they annoying you? Zigvolt, Spade, Howl, mind your own business and stay away from my child.”

💪🏼 “Come on! Faster, (Y/N)! You can do it! I believe in you!” Vargas tried to cheer for you, as you tried to run as many laps Jack currently did. This only resulted in you collapsing and Vargas patting your head.

💪🏼 “Don’t worry. You will get stronger. But at first, let’s go and eat some raw eggs! That will help you with your muscle training!” The PE teacher stood up, dragging you with him to who knows where.

💪🏼 He was a strict father, but still a nice one, who always wanted the best for you and your health.

💪🏼 Vargas even had a few discussions with the other staff members of NRC, because they thought that he might not be a good father figure to you, but you always assured them, that you loved Vargas the way he is and he will always stay a great dad.

💪🏼 “Dad… How many laps? I can’t feel my legs anymore….” You huffed and puffed out the words, trying your best not to stop or else, you might lose the rest of the strength that was left in your legs. “Just thirteen more! You can do it!” – “Maybe I should go and let the other ones adopt me…”

🔮 Oh my, oh my… Sam would be a funny father. He will show you plenty of weird wares he has in his shop.

🔮 You also get everything for free, after he adopted you!

🔮 “My Little Demon, how about this one spell? Do you want to learn about it? I could show you a few things.”

🔮 Sam will bring his friends from the other side over, so you might talk to them. They seem quite… strange, but you will get used to them soon.

🔮 His mysterious friends will keep an eye on you, so you will never get in danger, if Sam won’t be around. He just doesn’t want his child to get hurt.

Whispers - Jang Hanseo x Reader

Oneshot, 1k, SFW + gender neutral

A/N: my first time doing a fic on tumblr 😔🤚🏻

His wound was healing faster than the doctors had expected, and Jang Hanseo found out playing dead wasn’t as fun as it seemed in the movies.

He had to deal with watching from afar as Babel Group descended into chaos, without a Chairman or Vice; all his subordinates were at each other’s throats for the seat.

Then he remembered his wish, that he could run the company on his own without the scar of needless death. That he would not run Babel the way his older half brother did.

Through this mental storm, a clearing came in the clouds as Hanseo found the perfect candidate for the next Babel CEO.

“ Me?” You nearly exclaimed, but kept it low for your ex-boss’s sake. You were one of the few who knew that Hanseo was alive, and was not hoping to keep it that way. You wanted him to reveal himself and return to his position of power- but he said he didn’t want anything to do with it anymore. Not after everything that happened to him.

You knew better than to pry into someone’s personal business- especially if they used to be your boss- but something was different about Jang Hanseo.

How he walked like he was always being watched, the way his hands tremble when someone touches him the slightest and how his eyes shine in the smallest of praises.

“ Er- yes, you.” He confirmed, still sitting upright in his hospital bed, his hair a bit messy from tossing and turning in his sleep.

You found out he was alive by accident.

You were visiting your friend who worked in the same hospital to gift them something in advance for their birthday. As you walked past the patient rooms, you spotted the notorious Hong Chayoung you saw in the news. Intrigued, you tailed her until she entered a private luxury room that had no other than Jang Hanseo lying inside.

He screamed as you did as well. Noticing how much of a panic he fell into, you took pity and sympathized with him. Although he was now nothing like the man you had once worked under.

You didn’t know how to reply, and wasn’t sure what was appropriate to ask or say. Sucking in a deep breath, you smiled warmly and gave a curt bow. “ Thank you, Mr. Jang.”

He broke out into a gummy smile, a hand waving away the honorifics. “ It’s Hanseo, I’m not your boss anymore.”

From then on, fabricating a not-so-fake will, you took on Babel Group and started a new era as you reigned profits back in. It was harder than it looked, as you spent restless nights up without a wink of sleep.

Although through all this chaos, you still found time to visit Hanseo time to time, updating him on the company and buying him snacks.

You noticed even if you did the tiniest things- like the first time you brought in a bungeoppang you had purchased from a street vendor outside- his mood would instantly light up, his smile rivaling the brightness of the sun. He acted like you had just eradicated all his debt or something, and as confused as you were, you found it endearing. You had no idea your ex-boss was so, so cute.

Childlike wonder filled his eyes whenever he talked about his Vinny hyung or Chayoung noona, speaking just like how a little boy would ramble on about Superman.

Before you knew it, your heart was racing every time you approached his hospital room; knocking on the door was nerve wracking as you tried to keep your emotions under wraps.

That was, until, he pulled this.

You weren’t able to buy a snack this time around, as your schedule was too tight to even go slightly out of line.

Hanseo could tell you were tired, recalling his old memories as the puppet Chairman. The way you ran your hand through your hair, biting the inside of your cheek as you constantly took in deep sighs.

Months had flown and Hanseo felt so attached to you he decided he would tell the truth about everything. What happened on the night he “died”, how he was so close to that Consigliere and what his past with the late Hanseok was.

His body shivered as he spoke candidly, as if he was reliving the past in this very moment. Suddenly, arms wrapped around his waist, bringing him into a hug. You patted his back softly in a soothing rhythm.

“ You are so strong, Hanseo.” Was the first thing you had whispered to him through his subsiding tears.

Soon those sobs turned to silent cries and those cries faded into hiccups that transformed into an angelic laugh. A weight was released from his shoulders as he absorbed every comforting praise you threw his way.

Later, you had to let go of him, straightening out his blanket until his fingers weaved into a hold to yours.

“ Could- could you, stay? Longer?” He piped up, only to fall into the abyss of another panic. “ A little while! You don’t have to, I mean. I know you’re really busy with the company- which I kind of forced on you to be honest- and I’m so sorry for- mMH!”

Your lips were instinctively drawn to his, as if it lured you in.

Eyes widening in shock, blood rushed to his face as it colored his adorable face red. He melted into the kiss. Placing a hand on your face, he silently begged you to deepen the kiss as his heart pounded loudly in his chest. His heartbeat being the rhythm to the melody your lips had made, hands threading through hair and tunes spiraling out of mouths.

Seconds passed and you both parted for air, panting in the now tense atmosphere. You easily broke the said awkwardness as you whispered:

“ Don’t ever apologize, my prince.”

BONUS:

“ And- and then I got kiSSED!” Hanseo exclaimed to Vincenzo, who smiled warmly at his excited tone and gestures.

“ I’m proud of you, Hanseo.” He said, patting his shoulder as the younger grinned. “ Hopefully I’ll meet this lover of yours soon.” Vincenzo remarked, fiddling with the curtains of the hospital room. Hanseo’s gaze found itself focusing on the engagement ring that his hyung wore. His overactive imagination then wondered how it would be like to propose to you, to place a ring on your finger, to marry you, to-

Snapping out of his trance, he quickly replied. “ Me too, Vinny Hyung.” Not shying away from the lovesick look that had taken over his face, he stared down into his fidgeting hands. “ Prince...” He then mumbled under his breath, not wanting to say it loud enough for anyone else to hear.

This would be his own memory to keep- even from his dear hyung- that you had whispered into his ear, calling him your prince.

✨ the end ✨