Look At Me

look at me

pairing: jeonghan x gn!reader genre: fluff, some angst(?), college!au warning(s): none word count: 1.2k

summary: you’ve been noticing that jeonghan never fails to maintain eye contact with everyone he converses with. everyone but you, that is.

In your past year of interacting with and being around a certain Yoon Jeonghan from Mass Communications, you’ve noticed that he loves eye contact.

He maintains intense eye contact in every conversation, one that would definitely render you speechless had you been the receiver of his undivided attention.

Which is why this whole… thing has increasingly become evidence of Yoon Jeonghan’s possible dislike towards you.

From what you’ve noticed, Jeonghan holds eye contact with everyone he’s speaking with, but not you.

You’ve tried asking his best friend, Jisoo, if he’d experienced something similar and whether it was normal, to which he’d just let out an awkward laugh and told you to “Go ask him yourself”, much to your dismay.

But then again, you’re probably overthinking. Right?

“What are you thinking about?”

As if on cue, Wonwoo shows up at just the right time to ground you before you start spiraling down a rabbit hole of self-doubt.

“You know what I’m thinking about,” you sigh, sending Wonwoo a tight-lipped smile.

“Jeonghan again, huh?” Wonwoo chuckles, eyes trailing after the man of the hour from across the bar, having the time of his life with his two best friends in tow. Beside you, Soonyoung nearly spits out his drink at whatever had just come out of Wonwoo’s mouth.

“Yoon Jeonghan? y/n, you like—”

“Soonie, no!” you lightly hit Soonyoung on his forearm, and he dramatically winces in pain like you’d just delivered a killing blow to his arm, “I just… think he doesn’t like me.”

“What? Why? He’s—”

“It’s stupid,” you cut Soonyoung off before he can complete his sentence. Soonyoung simply stares at you, and you sigh.

“Well, um, you know how he always maintains eye contact with whoever he’s speaking?” Soonyoung raises an inquisitive eyebrow, but nods anyway, prompting you to continue, “I’ve been realising recently that he just doesn’t seem to want to look at me every time we talk.”

An eerie silence engulfs the three of you, and you can almost hear the gears turning in Soonyoung’s head, making you all the more insecure.

“Let me get this straight,” Soonyoung speaks up after what feels like a long while, holding back laughter, “You think that loverboy over there doesn’t like you because he refuses to make eye contact with you?”

“I told you it was stupid!” you groan, resting your head on your hands, “Wonwoo, help me here!”

“Well, it is pretty stupid,” Wonwoo shrugs, patting your back in an attempt to comfort you.

“He doesn’t hate you, y/n,” Soonyoung pipes up, practically exploding from where he’s seated. “It’s quite the opposite, really-”

“What’s quite the opposite?” you remove your head from your hands to be greeted with the sight of Seungcheol coming up to stand in front of the three of you, Jeonghan and Jisoo in tow.

“Hyung! My man,” Soonyoung raises his voice in excitement, and you wince a little at the sheer volume as they both greet each other with a hug.

As usual, Jeonghan’s eyes are trained on anything but you, and you can’t help but notice that he’s being a little more fidgety than usual, bouncing on the balls of his feet and playing with his fingers all while Seungcheol and Soonyoung are quite literally acting like nobody else is around them watching their interaction.

“Anyway, we’re here because Jeonghan… has something to say to y/n,” Seungcheol turns to us and explains with a teasing lilt in his voice, and Jeonghan’s cheeks darken ever so slightly under the dim lighting of the club.

“He does? That’s literally such a coincidence, we were just talk—”

“Let’s go, Soonyoung, I just saw Jihoon over there,” Wonwoo cups a hand over Soonyoung’s mouth before he can complete his sentence, practically dragging him away from the conversation.

Seungcheol and Jisoo, too, bid their awkward goodbyes, each lightly punching Jeonghan on his shoulder before leaving the two of you behind. Alone.

For awhile, the two of you simply stand there in silence, and you can only hope and pray for the ground to swallow you whole.

“Um—”

“I have nothing to say to you.” Jeonghan cuts you off as you speak, and your eyes widen a little at his cold tone.

“Oh, I—” you shrink into yourself, willing yourself to stay calm.

“No! Wait, I meant—” Jeonghan leans forward, taking a deep breath, “Seungcheol and Jisoo put me up for this for no reason.”

“So it’s a joke?” you scoff, raising an incredulous eyebrow at Jeonghan as the embers of rage grow inside of you.

“No! I—” Jeonghan’s eyes widen, immediately shaking his head to refute before you cut him off.

“Do you hate me, Jeonghan?”

“What? No, I- I don’t hate you, y/n,” Jeonghan runs a hand through his hair, frustrated, “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, you refuse to look at me every time we talk, and now you’re- you’re doing this and making me confused and- I don’t know what to think, Jeonghan.” you bite back, growing more and more annoyed by the second

“Look, I-” Jeonghan pauses, seemingly trying to gather the right words, “I don’t hate you, y/n. I could never.”

You open your mouth to reply, but Jeonghan holds a hand up, continuing, “I’m just— I usually know what to do, okay? Usually, it’d be the other way around, and you’d be the one as flustered as I am right now, but you’re- you’re different. I’ve… had a crush on you ever since we met through Wonwoo and I just… couldn’t hold a conversation with you long enough without chickening out and just ended up trying as much as possible not to interact with or look at you so I don’t make a fool of myself and I guess… you saw it as me hating you and no, that’s not true, it’s far from it even, I—”

Jeonghan is cut off as you lean forward to press the tiniest of kisses on his lips to shut him up, and his eyes widen in response.

“I like you too, Jeonghan,” you flash him the softest of smiles, and he just looks right back at you blankly, still trying to process what had just happened, much to your endearment.

“You… do?” you nod. “But… I was so horrible to you.”

“You didn’t mean it, did you?” you reply, and Jeonghan shakes his head immediately. “I didn’t, but—”

“Well, then, you could make up for it by taking me on a date,” you cut him off, surprising both him and yourself at your boldness. Jeonghan flashes the cutest shade of red, before nodding determinedly.

“We should get back to the boys,” wrapping your arms around Jeonghan, you start leading him towards where the boys have gathered from across the club, filled with newfound hope for your blossoming relationship with Jeonghan, “They haven’t stopped looking at us since they left.”

BONUS:

“And then he told me to— Hannie, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” Jeonghan simply chuckles from beside you as you pause your rambling, furrowing your brows at him.

“You’re staring. What happened to refusing to look at me, hm?” you lean towards him, taunting.

“Well, that made you think I hated you, so I’ve gotta ramp up the eye contact to make sure you know how much I love you, babe.” Jeonghan leans forward too, resting his forehead on yours.

“You’re so cheesy,” you lightly punch his chest, giggling.

“Only for you, babe.”

a/n: hi i’m back! i hope this was okay, i struggled with jeonghan’s characterisation but i thought a flustered him would be cute ><

taglist: @xomingyu @pepperonidk @belladaises @tastymintchocolate @dahliatopia @kwantaro @chanceonceli

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heartbeat

bang chan x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: none honestly. unless you count “ass” as a swear word 😂

word count: 2.5K

A/N: anon who asked for a rainy day fic~ this one’s for youuu~ i hope i did it justice 🥺 it’s not proofread btw, so i apologise for the typos and errors. i’ll fix them later!

‘can you feel it?’ chris asked in a small whisper as he pressed your hand against the left side of his chest, his eyes not leaving you for even a second, a soft smile adorning his face. you would’ve completely missed his little question over the loud pattering of the rain hitting the bedroom window had you not been perched up on his thighs, your legs on either side of his hips.

furrowing your brows, you tilted your head a little in confusion. ‘feel what?’

‘my heartbeat.’

you couldn’t help but break out in a small giggle at his childish grin. ‘do you think i’m superman? how am i meant to feel your heartbeat through this thick-ass hoodie?’ you asked as you pinched the thick fleece fabric clinging to his body, shaking it a little.

‘interesting way to ask me to take off my clothes,’ he quipped with an amused smirk, his brows quirked up teasingly. ‘i’ll give you 10 points for originality.’

you rolled eyes as small giggles of mock exasperation fell from your lips. ‘always want an excuse to take off your shirt, huh?’ you brought your right hand up from his chest to flick at his forehead with a teasing smile.

‘ow,’ he let out softly, a small furrow forming right where you had flicked him. he pressed his lips into a thin line and squeezed your waist, making you giggle.

‘i just meant to say that i can’t feel your heartbeat. i’m not sure anyone can through this thick material.’

chris bit back the urge to make a stupid joke about how the thick material was actually “boyfriend material”, the corners of his lips pulling upward into a smile, tugging his dimples to deepen at the same time. ‘i mean, that’s true but that’s not why you can’t feel my heartbeat.’

‘oh?’

he gave you an exaggerated nod, taking your right hand from where it rested on his shoulder to press against his heart once more, his hand resting on top of yours. ‘you can’t feel it because my heart is extremely calm. every time you place your hand on my heart, all my stress disappears. all i feel is peace,’ he whispered with a cheeky smile on his face, obviously proud of the logic he’d come up with.

‘you are so cheesy,’ you responded with a laugh, pushing at his chest lightly.

‘you love it.’

‘you sure about that?’

‘you love me?’

‘obviously.’

‘then you love my cheesiness,’ he shrugged with a bright smile, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘okay fair point,’ you acknowledged, gazing softly at the man a mere inches away from you. for a moment neither of you spoke, only the sound of the softening rain and the whirring of the air conditioning remaining to fill the silence. taking a slow breath, you removed your hand from under his and brought it up to gently brush over his hair, while his own moved to rest right on the curve of your hip, mindlessly drawing circles with his thumb.

you smiled, brushing a few strands of his hair away from his forehead before moving your hand to gently press against the area where his jaw met his neck. eyes scanning over his features, you couldn’t help the words that tumbled out of your mouth as your gaze returned to his eyes.

‘you are so beautiful.’

the words were a mere whisper, so soft that you hadn’t even realised you’d uttered them until you heard chris let out an surprised laugh.

‘all of a sudden?’ he exclaimed between little giggles, feeling his ears heat up as he fought the urge to rub at them like he usually did, not wanting to let go of your waist.

‘no? not sudden at all,’ you protested. ‘i always think you look beautiful,’ you said with conviction as your thumb swiped over the soft skin of his reddening cheek. chris responded to your compliment with little giggles as he leaned into your touch and you continued. ‘i mean look at you. your face, your smile, your hair…’

‘my hair is so messy though,’ he cut in almost immediately, a small pout forming on his lips.

‘and? it’s still pretty,’ you tugged gently at the little curls on his nape. ‘besides, i like it when it’s messy. i can mess with it without feeling bad.’

chris hummed and nodded. ‘so you only like it because it’s pre-messed up and you can play with it guilt-free, huh? okay. so not because you think it looks nice,’ he faked being offended and looked away.

‘noooo,’ you dragged on in a high pitched voice. ‘it’s also pretty. very pretty,’ you emphasised as you turned his face to look at you, not missing the playful smile he was trying to hide. ‘but the highlight is me being able to play with your pretty curls.’

‘and yet you never let me play with your hair.’

‘well yeah! i don’t want you messing up my hair.’

‘but you can mess up mine?’

‘want me to stop?’

at your question chris let out a breathy chuckle and shook his head. ‘keep going. i like it when you play with my hair.’

you smiled in satisfaction and brought your hand to the top of his head, gently pulling on the curly locks before caressing them back into place. chris smiled softly and moved his head a little forward, little breathy giggles leaving his lips as you kept moving his hair around with feather-light touches, being careful to not mess it up too much after having spent a few hours earlier in the day to help him style his curls.

having gotten tired of playing with his hair after a while, you moved your hands to lock behind his neck. chris instinctively moved his head back to rest against your locked fingers, your thumbs gently pressing into the sides of his neck.

‘you really are so so beautiful,’ you said as you gazed into his eyes, a lovestruck expression on your face. your words prompted the man in your hold to blush, his grip tightening around your waist in a silent request for you to stop—though you did not listen. ‘such a beautiful man.’

‘stop it,’ he spoke up this time, shaking you a little by the waist, making you giggle.

‘why? is it a crime to tell you you’re beautiful? because you are. just look at you!’

‘y/n…’ he whined as he closed his eyes, trying to control the urge to hide his face.

‘those pretty eyes…’ you trailed on as you pressed a kiss on each of his closed eyelids.

‘cute, blushy cheeks.’

kiss.

‘pretty nose.’

kiss.

‘pretty smile…’ you whispered as you leaned a little closer to press a kiss against his sealed lips, but decided against it at the last second, pulling back with a teasing smile as you noticed how he’d released his lips in anticipation for a proper kiss. ‘they’re all so so beautiful.’

he cracked his eyes open slowly, a small look of disappointment flashing across his burning features when he realised that your kisses had stopped. licking his lips, he tilted his head a little in your hold, eyes shyly darting away the more you stared at him. he wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure what he could say, his mind empty aside from the increased thumping of his heart ringing in his ears.

noticing the way he avoided your eyes, you smiled mischievously, wanting to tease him further. ‘and don’t get me started on the rest of your body. gosh—’ you got cut off before you could continue by a loud squeal followed by a string of giggles.

‘no let’s stop right here.’

‘no why? you work so hard at the gym. someone should compliment you,’ you quipped as you watched him bite down on his lips, his chest vibrating with silent, embarrassed giggles as his ears seemed to grow even darker.

chris screwed his eyes shut, face scrunching a little in an attempt to control his embarrassment and avoid your teasing gaze. he would have moved his face away by now—attempting to hide it somehow—had your locked fingers not been holding him in place. you let out a little laugh at his expression, relishing in the effect you had on him before nudging him slightly with your arms.

‘hey.’

‘hm?’ he responded, eyes still closed.

you unlaced your fingers, bringing one hand to rest on his shoulder while the other moved to rest against his cheek, thumb brushing over the expanse of his reddened skin.

‘open your eyes,’ you said softly and he shook his head. ‘please?’

your request came out so sweetly, he couldn’t help but oblige, though his bottom lip remained in the confines of his upper teeth in an attempt to prevent his smile from getting too wide. you smiled and leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. the room was completely silent, though the rain hadn’t stopped at all. but in that moment, neither of you could hear anything besides each other’s soft breaths, and the slight thrumming of your own hearts.

‘chris?’ you called out in a hushed voice, not wanting to disrupt the comfortable silence.

‘hm?’

‘i love you.’

chris smiled a little, hands moving to caress the sides of your waist. ‘i love you too, sweetheart,’ he replied, and the two of you went quiet once more.

after a beat, you spoke up once more. ‘chris?’

‘yes, love?’

‘i feel really drowsy.’

‘you wanna sleep?’ you pulled away and looked at him, shaking your head, to which he responded with a small chuckle at your droopy eyes. ‘baby you look like you’re already half asleep.’

‘you know why?’ you asked, a cheeky smile falling on your lips despite your heavy eyelids.

‘why?’

‘you placing my hand on your heart takes away all of my stress too. and i get so relaxed that my body decides that it wants to sleep.’

chris let out a breathy laugh. ‘now who’s being cheesy?’

‘it’s your fault. you’ve infected me,’ you whined, moving your arms down to his torso to hug him, placing your face in the crook of his neck. chris giggled, his hand finally having left your waist as he brought them up to close around your frame. he took a deep breath as you snuggled into his neck, your actions bringing another bout of silence as he quietly rubbed your back.

‘y/n,’ he spoke up after a few minutes and you hummed in response. ‘baby, come on. you’re clearly very sleepy. lie down and go to sleep,’ he said as he tried to move you off of him, though your grip around his body simply tightened as you shook your head.

‘i don’t want to. wanna hug you.’

chris laughed at your little tantrum. ‘i can hug you while you’re lying down too, baby.’

‘hmm but it’s not the same,’ you retorted, following your protest by a plethora of small kisses in the crook of his neck, making him giggle.

chris held your body a little tighter as he slid down a little further on the bed, reclining his body back a little more for your comfort and his own. his consideration however, was not welcome as you let out a little whine, sitting up on his torso with a childish frown on your face.

‘why’d you move?’

he giggled at your sleepy expression, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. ‘baby you need proper sleep. come on, lie down. i’ll still hug you.’

feeling a little too tired to protest, you closed your drooping eyes with a small nod and got off his body, his hands guiding you to lie down next to him. chris angled his body slightly, sliding his arm under your head as you circled yours around his torso, resting your head on top of his chest.

‘see? isn’t this better?’ he asked as he moved his free arm to circle around your frame, squeezing you a little as if to prove a point.

you pouted at his question and lifted your head. ‘kiss.’ he let out a chuckle at your half open eyes and puckered up lips before obliging, pressing a quick kiss against your lips. you whined when he pulled away. ‘another.’

he smiled and pressed another kiss on your lips, this time letting it linger for a little longer before pulling away.

‘another,’ you mumbled, eyes fluttering shut before shooting open as you felt him tickle your sides, small squeaks and giggles falling from your lips as you pushed him away.

‘stop looking for excuses to not sleep,’ he laughed along with you, pulling you close once more as your laughter died down. without another word, you lied down on his chest again.

a whole second passed before you lifted your head again, puckering your lips once more, prompting the man lying beside you to roll his eyes with smile.

‘last kiss, y/n,’ he said sternly, though there was a hint of amusement seeping through his tone. ‘you need to sleep. you can barely keep your eyes open.’

you nodded quickly and he shook his head before bringing his hand to your jaw, leaning closer to press a soft kiss on your lips. he let his lips linger for a moment before pressing another chaste kiss. but even then, when he tried to lie back on his pillow, you moved closer and chased his lips a little. he couldn’t help but find you utterly adorable. smiling a little, he placed yet another kiss on your lips—tilting his head to deepen it a little—breaking the kiss for a moment to take a breath—and then moving in to press another few.

he pulled away when you did, shaking his head a little at your satisfied expression. lying back on the bed, he pulled you close to have you rest on his chest, circling an arm around you to hold you in place.

‘chris?’ you mumbled a little and the man responded with a few chuckles.

‘don’t tell me you want more kisses,’ he said in an amused voice, marvelling at the thought that you’d still ask him to kiss you once more. though if he was being completely honest with himself, he would be more than willing to comply with your request.

‘no,’ you mumbled softly, voice a little muffled from having your cheek pressed against his chest. ‘i just wanted to tell you something.’

‘what?’

‘i can hear your heartbeat. it sounds beautiful.’

his eyes widened for a second, a small blush appearing on his face before he smiled brightly. ‘i love you, sweetheart,’ he whispered, not having anything else to say that could properly encapsulate all the emotions you’d made him feel with just a few words. you were so kind and sweet. and you always made him feel loved and cared for.

and he loved you for it. he really, truly did.

‘i love… you too,’ you said in a hushed murmur, eyes finally fluttering shut as you slipped into dreamland, missing the way your love squeezed you even closer, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head.

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hoodie (han jisung)

☆ pairing: han jisung × fem!reader

☆ genre: established relationship, pure fluff

☆ warnings: none

☆ summary: jisung comes over to your apartment, but the hoodie he's wearing looks all too familiar

☆ word count: 1k

you were greeted with silence in your apartment as you entered after a long day at work. your boss always managed to make things ten times more frustrating than they needed to be. you spotted a sleeping figure on your couch as you walked by. your boyfriend, han jisung- was a frequent visitor to your home (at least, on his free days he was). he shifted in his slumber, the anime running on the tv long forgotten.

as you drifted closer to him, you could make out the angle of his jaw line more clearly and his adorable cheeks weren't quite visible anymore. that made your heart ache. going on tour was no easy feat, but seeing the love of your life so drained felt like a kick in the gut. your hand moves to his hair on instinct, combing through the soft hair. you always wondered how his hair was so soft, despite dyeing it every few months.

"hmm?" he groaned, his eyes cracking open a little to see you. "oh, hey baby, i didn't hear you-"

"you can nap for a little longer. i'm going to shower and make some food."

"is that food instant ramen?" he asked with a sleepy laugh.

"don't hate on my love for noodles." you laughed, ruffling his hair a little more.

he pulled the blanket that was on top of him closer to his face. "well, if you're going to take a while, i'll take a quick power nap i guess."

"you do that, baby." you got up from the couch and headed to the bathroom to take a nice, warm shower.

the shower really did wonders for your pent up stress. it felt like all of it washed off of you and went down the drain. feeling refreshed, you wrapped a towel around yourself and went to your room to put on some comfy clothes. but the particular hoodie you wanted to wear was no where to be found. after spending about ten minutes emptying out the contents of your closet, you gave up and put on a t shirt and shorts before heading to the kitchen to heat some water for your ramen.

as you were watching the noodles cook in the pot, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, sending a wave of butterflies throughout your body. jisung rested his chin on your shoulder, his grip tightening around your waist.

"the wonderful smell of instant ramen mix." he mused, his voice sending fluttering vibrations throughout your skin.

"yeah. i should probably go and buy real food tomorrow." you said, turning around to face him. "i haven't had time to grocery shop-" you paused, your gaze falling on the piece of clothing he was wearing. the oversized grey hoodie you were looking for earlier! but how did jisung did get. or rather, how long did he have it? "ji baby..." you started with a small chuckle. "is this mine?"

jisung looked like a deer caught in headlights- his perfect crime was no longer perfect. "n-no...?" he looked away, no longer making eye contact with you. you gave him a look. he sighed. "yeah." he admitted. "but i only took it because i was going to miss you! you know i haven't been feeling well lately and going on tour was just going to make it worse- not that i don't like performing, i love performing! but i really missed you." he added that last bit quietly, pouting- making his cheeks full.

"it's okay. i'm very honored to have had my hoodie stolen." you said, pulling him away from the stove (and switching it off, you couldn't have another chuseok disaster, now could you?) "it looks cute on you." you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"you think so? i think i was wearing a bit too often though. the boys thought i lost my luggage and this was the only thing i had left." he told you, laughing at his words. "i didn't even wash it for a long while until someone- i swear felix is just too kind for his own good sometimes- threw it in for laundry. your beautiful scent was washed away." he said dramatically. "all i had left was the thought of you wearing this before, hugging me like i'd disappear if you'd let go as i tried to sleep."

you laughed. "you're more dramatic than hyunjin sometimes, you know? how about... i give you my perfume?" you suggested. "that way even if felix is just trying to be nice and wash your clothes because you're too lazy to do so (jisung squeezed your sides at that) you can just spray some perfume and voila."

he thought on that for a moment. "that's a pretty good idea. time to raid your perfume collection as well."

"as well? just how many of my things did you steal han jisung?" you asked seriously, but a giddy smile was on your face.

"not much. your hoodie." he gestured to the one he was wearing. "your sunflower necklace you broke? your fluffy owl socks you thought the washing machine ate. and..." he paused for dramatic effect. "your heart." he added with a smug smirk, making you blush.

you're quite the thief." you said through your giggles. "i can't believe you took my socks though!"

"hey, those socks are so cute and so comfy."

"i know! i liked them so much. you saw how upset i was when they didn't come out of the washing machine."

"yeah. but i needed them more." he shrugged nonchalantly, hugging you tighter, planting a kiss on your forehead. "also, i think we can't eat those noodles anymore." turns out you didn't switch off the stove. there was now a boiling mass of something in the pot.

you let out a sheepish laugh. "yeah."

"it's okay bubs, let's order some takeout. can't have my baby slaving in the kitchen when she needs to be cuddling me." he picked you up, causing yet another fit of giggles to escape your lips as he carried you back into the living room.

this was so fun to write T-T i desperately need a han jisung in my life >_< the only that gets stolen from me are my answers on my test 😔

A cat proposal

summary : minho is in love & wants to marry you

pairing : Lee Know x reader, pre-established relationship.

genre : FLUFF

warnings : mention of wanting to have kids together at the end.

the things i would do to have this man.... hope you enjoy reading!! feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments, it will be very appreciated!! <33

You were lying down on the couch, Minho sprawled on top of you. His head was on your chest, his nose nuzzling your stomach every now and then as if to remind you he was there. And you were playing with the locks of his hair lazily, drawing mindless circles on his back from time to time.

It had been exactly two weeks since Minho moved in with you. You hadn't really had the time to relax, just the both of you. His schedule was hectic and so was yours, as it was nearing the end of the year. You only saw each other when he came home late to you; bringing your body to his and peppering kisses on the soft curve of your shoulder.

But today, he managed to come home early, and so did you. Which led to an impromptu movie night together. Still, you couldn't really focus on the movie, the dialogue coming to you like mindless chatter. You had something to suggest to Minho, and you didn't really know how he would take it.

He must have noticed that you were looking up at the ceiling, since he blew a raspberry on your stomach, prompting startled giggles from you. He smirks, before placing a small kiss on your bare skin, "what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"I have something to tell you, just think about it okay? You don't have to reply now."

"Okay, tell me about it," he turns the TV off, giving you his undivided attention. It made you flustered, how he always looked at you like you were the only person that mattered on this earth.

"Well... since you moved in. I thought... why not bring your cats here in the apartment, this way you could see them more often and we could take care of them together," you start off, your rhythm accelerating with each word.

"I mean, I know it will take time for them to get used to a new place, so we could do it gradually? They could stay over for a weekend until they feel comfortable here," you start to ramble. "And you could put their toys and playhouse in the washing machine room since it's nearly empty, and we'd take turns taking care of them and I don't mind feeding them and changing their litter box when you are on tour, and I'd bring them to your parent's house because they might miss them and-"

"Honey, breathe," he chuckles and you stop, gulping. You really forgot how to breathe during your little speech.

After that, it's silent. Minho doesn't say anything, placing his head back on your stomach. Your cheeks are turning a crimson red from embarrassment, you just made a fool out of yourself, didn't you?

Your frantic train of thought is interrupted when Minho picks up your hand and starts kissing your knuckles softly. He doesn't look at you as he places chaste kisses on each of your fingertips; as if his lips meeting your skin was worthy of all his attention.

The truth is, Minho couldn't talk right now. Not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid if he ever spoke, he wouldn't be able to stop the flow of words yearning to come out.

There are one million words in Korean, yet none of them seemed fit to express his adoration for you. He racked his brain for the right combination of words, because 'I love you' didn't cut it anymore. What he felt was more than love, it was a heart wrenching feeling in the most beautiful way.

Minho knew you loved him too, but it was in moments like this that he was reminded that you actually love him. That you were as infatuated with him as he was with you. That you thought about him just like he thought about you.

Kissing your fingertips, one at a time, he couldn't help but remember a fact he once read; there are twenty three words for love alone in Arabic. Maybe he should learn them, maybe he should learn every expression of love that was ever invented, every love poem that was written throughout history. And then he'd recite them to you, one by one. Maybe then you'd understand how you make him feel.

But he couldn't bring himself to tell you all of this, so instead, he settled on a love language that the both of you understood- touch. As his lips met your knuckles, he hoped that you'd feel it all through his kisses. That you'd know how much love he holds for you.

He finally looks up at you, his eyes holding yours in an intimate gaze. It's a while before he speaks again. "I will marry you one day, you know that right?" he whispers softly, as if it's a secret meant for the two of you alone.

Your breath hitches in your throat at his words, he wanted a forever with you?

"You mean that?" you whisper back, voice hoarse from the emotions you were barely keeping at bay. 

"I do. Would you like that?" he asks in a small voice, as if there was a possibility you'd say no. You almost scoff at that thought; not in this life, not in the next one.

"Of course. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Min," you tell him sincerely, your eyes wide looking into his so he'd know how serious you are.

"I want... I want our cats here," he starts off, knocking the breath out of you, 'our'.

"And I want silly supermarket lists with you, that I wouldn't be able to read because your writing is shit," you both chuckle, his laugh reverberating through your entire body. You always felt it deep inside you when he laughed, as if it was a melody meant for you only to hear.

"And i want to brush my teeth with you. I want to come home and see you with the cats. I want to cook for you and I want to kiss you when I wake up and sleep," he whispers, head now buried into your chest as if he was embrassed to say those words out loud.

"And I want.. I want kids with you, I want a girl running around that looks just like you. And you'd both greet me at the door and I'd die a happy man."

Silent tears are falling out of your eyes right now, 'you'd be a good mother', he once told you. And now, he wanted you to be the mother of his kids. It felt like your heart was in his palm and that he was squeezing it with every word he said. But you didn't mind, you knew that Minho would never squeeze too far to break you. You were safe with him. 

"We’ll have that my love, I promise," you smile, placing a sweet kiss on his head. "But i want a boy that looks like you,"you playfully pout. 

"There could only be one me," he tsks, waving a hand in the air as if to dismiss your words. 

"This is your son we are talking about," you laugh, your hand threading through his hair once again. 

"Our son," he clarifies and you blush. "Yeah.. our", you repeat, a soft smile on your face and he finally looks up at you again. 

You bop his nose with your finger playfully and he grins at the action. "So… does this mean you want the cats to move in?"

"Of course silly. My favorite people in one place, I can't wait."

"Cats are not people," you tease, and he rolls his eyes at your words. 

"Details."

He then stands up, pulling you up with him. His hand gently cradles your jaw and his lips fall perfectly on top of yours; the kiss making stars swirl in front of your eyes. "I love you so much Min," you whisper in between kisses and he smiles, "I love you yn, so much more than you know."

"I know, you know, Lee Know," you joke and he pushes your face away with his finger, "Nevermind, I take my proposal back."

"No can do. You are stuck with me forever," you singsong, pulling him in for a tight hug. 

Forever with you, he really liked the sound of that. 

warm winter

husband!bang chan x fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 4.5K

warnings: mention of food, vague playfully suggestive joke, and… i think that’s it!

A/N: okay! finally wrote this heheh. here’s a song rec to go with it

this isn’t proofread btw, so i apologise for the typos. i usually fix them later ^^

chin propped up on your palm, you stared out the glass window of the warm cafe you sat in. a smile crept on your face as you scanned over the pretty lights decorating every inch of the busy town street. this part of town always looked so pretty—but during winter, there was a kind of beauty that was unparalleled.

beautiful fairy lights adorned the trees and bushes and lit up the cobblestone pathway leading to the pretty little shops and restaurants along the stretch of the street. it was such a beautiful sight to see. and what made it better were the people walking in little groups, all huddled up in an attempt to shelter each other from the icy wind. it was so cold that you could see the little streams of steam wafting off of the warm pack of roasted chestnuts every other person held as they smiled through chattering teeth.

your mind recalled how just a few minutes before, you were reading a book that called winter the season of sadness and your brows knit together as you bit your bottom lip in thought.

seeing the way people held each other close, the way the warm colours of the lights contrasted with the cold air and the bluish hue the night usually took on… you couldn’t help but wonder why winter was seen as a symbol of sadness so often. to you, winter felt like the season of love.

finally taking a break from your people-watching, you returned your attention to the cup of coffee waiting patiently on the table. taking a small swig of the drink, you closed your eyes in bliss at the bitter-sweet taste of the coffee—and you supposed that was what winter was like too.

bittersweet.

bitter… in a sense that people always associated winter with sadness, loneliness and the unforgiving cold—and sweet because of the inadvertent warmth and comfort that bitterness would bring.

though if you were being honest, you’d say winter was more sweet than bitter to you. the skeletal trees that looked like remnants of their happier, greener counterparts did look a little lonely—but when you gazed at them, you couldn’t help but feel comforted in the knowledge that even those trees had little blankets of snow on them; almost as if mother nature wanted to keep them warm in her own way. and the bitter cold was not quite that bitter, giving people excuses to pull each other close and share their warmth—and in doing so, they shared their love.

sipping your coffee, you lost yourself in the mental list of why you loved winter. you weren’t sure how many minutes had passed before you were suddenly broken out of your musings when your phone buzzed in your hand, the name of your favourite human lighting up on the screen.

‘hello?’ you said as you picked up his call.

‘hi, sweetheart! you done with the coffee?’ he asked in a gentle voice, and you could hear the signature jazz music from one of the shops nearby playing in the background. ‘i’m almost there.’

your husband had asked you to wait for him at the cafe while he rushed to stand in line at some electronics store having a holiday sale. you had agreed almost immediately, sitting in a cozy little coffee shop with soft music playing as you read an e-book on your phone was much more appealing than standing for an hour in line at a store.

responding to his question, you hummed as you looked down at your cup, quickly downing the remaining liquid before smiling. the man had a knack for always arriving at the right time. ‘just finished. i’ll meet you outside,’ you said and hung up. pushing the coffee cup a little further towards the middle of the table, you stood up and grabbed your coat from the adjacent chair, slipping it on.

.

pushing the glass door open, the cold january breeze greeted you with soft nips at your skin, the contrast from the warm air inside the cafe sending small shivers down your spine. a small distance away you could see your husband approaching, his pearlescent grin almost twinkling under the soft, golden streetlights. you moved to stand in a corner under a tree decorated with little fairy lights, not wanting to block the way of anyone else entering or exiting the cafe.

‘hi sweetheart!’ he chirped as he immediately reached his empty hand out to grab yours, humming softly as his cold fingers found solace in your warm skin. he raised your hand up to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss at the back of it. ‘i’m sorry it took me so long. there was a long line at the store.’

your cheeks heated up just a little at his casual show of affection. ‘it’s okay, i had fun with my coffee,’ you grinned. ‘what did you get?’

‘oh… i didn’t get anything. there were too many people and it got sold out by the time it got to my turn.’

you pouted a little at his disappointed expression, fingers tightening around his, offering him some form of comfort. ‘aw, i’m sorry. you waited for so long and couldn’t even get what you wanted.’

chris clicked his tongue with a small shake of his head. ‘it’s okay. i can always get it some other day.’

‘what even was it?’

‘oh um… it was—a smartwatch.’

‘smartwatch?’ your brows knit together in confusion. ‘you just got one a few months ago though.’

‘y-yeah… but this was meant to be a present—for felix—he… really wanted the new apple watch. had been waiting for months for it. but it’s okay! i can try again next week. you wanna get going?’

‘where?’

‘back home, sweetheart,’ he chuckled. ‘where else? it’s getting pretty cold out. don’t want you falling sick.’

hearing his reasoning, you couldn’t help but pout, swaying his arm back and forth. ‘but it’s only 10pm,’ you whined and your husband let out a little giggle at your childish antics.

‘and what do you propose we do? hm?’ he asked as he raised his eyebrows in amusement while jutting his chin out a little.

‘i don’t know…’ your eyes darted around the colourful street, ‘maybe walk around for a bit longer? go get some hot chocolate? or those roasted chestnuts from that stall up the street?’

‘you just had coffee!’ he let out an incredulous laugh.

‘i knowww… but i don’t wanna go home and rest yet.’

‘who said we’re gonna rest?’ he raised an eyebrow.

‘then what?’ you asked, head tilted a little in confusion. chris smiled and eyed you mischievously. he stepped a little closer, a hand pressed against your lower back, and lips angling to ghost over the curve of your jaw as your body stiffened up immediately. snapping out of your shock, you shoved him back playfully. ‘shut up,’ you mumbled as your cheeks heated up, looking anywhere but at his laughing face and the crinkles of joy forming at the corner of his eyes from teasing you in public.

‘i’m kidding, i’m kidding,’ he claimed between softening chuckles. ‘okay, maybe not. that’s definitely on the agenda,’ he winked and you rolled your eyes, failing to hide the amused smile threatening to fall on your lips. ‘but… i was thinking maybe we could watch a movie? i got this from the shop nearby!’ he raised a small shopping bag, a child-like grin on his face, as he shook a little with excitement.

‘and what is that?’

‘a new fleece blanket!’ he exclaimed proudly as he opened the top the bag slightly to show you. ‘it’s blue and has stars on it.’

‘so, a baby blanket.’

chris gasped, pressing a hand on his wool-clad chest. ‘no, a man blanket. i got the extra large one so we can both cuddle in it.’

you let out a breathy chuckle at how utterly pleased your husband was with his little purchase. ‘okay, let’s go,’ you said as you reached out to lace your fingers with his.

.

walking down the street, you had your arm around your husband’s bicep, his free hand resting snugly in the pocket of his coat as both of you silently made your way back home. amidst the comfortable silence between you two, you eyed the shopping bag hanging from his left hand and your mind wandered once more.

you always loved the cool, refreshing breeze of winter; but ever since you met the man walking beside you, you couldn’t remember a time you ever felt the stinging bite of the cold. he’d always made sure you wrapped yourself in the coziest clothes and the fluffiest blankets, and whipped up a new warm drink each time he stepped into the kitchen, just so you’d stay warm.

and with that thought, you moved a little closer to him, partially from the sudden burst of affection in your heart, but also from a sudden chill that went down your spine, making your teeth chatter slightly. your movement made chris turn his head a little to look at you, features pulling down in a small frown.

‘are you cold, baby?’

‘hm? n-no, i’m fine,’ you responded with a shake of your head, though the small shiver in your voice gave away your lie and his footsteps came to a halt at the inner edge of the pavement.

‘clearly you’re not—you’re shivering. here,’ he said as he placed down the shopping bag by his feet and started taking off his coat.

you placed your hand on top of his to stop him. ‘chris, i’m okay. home’s a 10 minute walk away. i can last that long.’

‘i don’t doubt that. but i’m not sure if i can last that long.’

‘what do you mean?’

‘i mean… i can’t last even a second knowing you’re feeling this cold. you’re literally shivering, baby,’ he emphasised as he took off his coat and extended it towards you.

‘you’re gonna be cold though,’ you pouted, still not taking the coat from his hand.

‘it’s okay, i’ve got a pretty thick sweater on. was feeling a little hot anyway.’

you frowned. ‘don’t lie. i can see your red nose,’ you said as you pinched his frosted nose, feeling how cold it was to the touch.

‘it doesn’t matter,’ chris shrugged. ‘besides,’ he moved to drape the coat around your shoulders, ‘i’d feel warm knowing my beautiful wife is warm.’

‘do you always have to be this cheesy?’ you laughed, turning your head to look at him.

‘ummm… yes?’ he said matter-of-factly and your eyes followed his face as he made his way to stand in front of you, pulling the coat forward to secure it over your shoulders. ‘don’t you remember? it was part of my proposal.’

you did remember.

‘would you do me the honour of spending the rest of your life with me? and tolerate alllll the cheesy compliments i throw your way for as long as i live?’ he’d asked before mumbling a quick ‘if you say no to the second part, it’s a no to the whole thing.’

you chuckled at the memory, tugged the coat on a little closer and started walking, hands feeling a little lonely from not being able to hold onto your husband’s arm any longer.

‘now i just look silly with two coats on.’

‘no… you look adorable,’ he emphasised with a high pitched voice, dimples popping out as he flashed you a beautiful grin.

‘you’re just saying that so i’d keep it on,’ you mumbled with a small pout.

‘when have i ever just said anything?’ he mocked playfully. ‘i mean it. you always look adorable to me, love,’ he giggled and you shook your head with a small smile.

a few moments of silence passed before chris called out to you. ‘hey look at this,’ he said before blowing out a puff of condensed vapour and consequently giggling out of amusement like a small child.

you let out a chuckle at the man’s antics. ‘y’know… i used to do this when i was a kid and pretended to copy those smoking uncles in the street.’

‘really?’ he looked at you with slightly rounded eyes as his brows arched a little. ‘i used to pretend i was a dragon that lost its fire powers.’

‘what?’ you let out a loud laugh. ‘wait, seriously?’

‘yeah?’ he replied in a high voice as if your disbelief made no sense to him. ‘think about it. you’re a cool ass dragon that breathes fire, and one day you just… run out of fuel for the fire—scientifically, it’s bound to happen—and then all you do is breathe out little puffs of smoke and ash. a sad reminder of how powerful you used to be.’

‘why’d you turn it into a sad story?’ you giggled.

‘it’s not sad. okay, maybe it’s a little sad. but at least then… the dragon could blow out his birthday candles.’

you pressed your lips together, stifling another chuckle as you shook your head. ‘your brain works in such interesting ways. you have a good point, though. poor dragon would’ve just burnt his entire cake otherwise,’ you played along in a morose tone.

‘see? so this,’ he blew out another puff of vapour, ‘is the sign of a happy dragon.’

you silently giggled and nodded your head in agreement, nudging his shoulder with yours. he really was such a child at times; but that was one of the things you loved about him most. and part of you knew that he mostly acted this way to make others laugh—make himself laugh—make you laugh—and that thought never failed to warm your heart.

how was winter meant to remind you of the bitter cold when your love always made you feel so warm inside?

.

finally arriving at your apartment, you shrugged off both coats, placing them on the far end of the sofa before plopping down in the middle as chris walked into the kitchen.

‘alright, mr. christopher, what movie would you like to watch?’

‘umm… just pick something,’ he said loudly as he shuffled about in the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans clanging making your ears perk up.

‘what are you even doing?’

you could hear his footsteps approach the living room and moments later, a head popped out from behind the edge of the wall the large sofa rest against. ‘making hot chocolate,’ he grinned.

‘i thought you said i just had coffee?’ you mocked his voice and he giggled.

‘yeah! but that doesn’t mean you get to skip out of chef bang’s famous hot chocolate with pink marshmallows,’ he said as his body fully emerged from behind the wall, a playful frown tugging on his features.

‘okay, chef bang,’ you giggled with a nod and he headed back for the kitchen. ‘wait, hold on a sec,’ you called out. ‘you wanna watch a comedy or an action movie?’

‘pick whichever you want,’ he called back.

‘you know that’s the hardest thing for me to do!’

‘not my problem~’ he sang, his volume decreasing ever so slightly as he walked further and further into the kitchen.

you shook your head at your husband with an amused smile. why was he in such a playful mood today? he had something up his sleeve, you just knew it. figuring you’d find out soon enough, you decided to turn your attention back to the television screen, begrudgingly scrolling through to pick a movie.

.

a few minutes passed and chris finally walked in with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and placed them on the coffee table. as he turned to look at you, you could clearly see an excited gleam in your husband’s eyes.

yep. he definitely had something up his sleeve.

realising that he probably couldn’t contain his excitement any longer, you simply looked at him in silent anticipation.

‘i have a surprise for you,’ he said with the widest smile you’ve ever seen.

‘so that’s why you’ve been so jumpy, huh? what is it?’

he gestured for you to follow him to the balcony, drawing the curtains before sliding the glass door open and flipping a few switches on the extension lead lying on the tiled floor. within a fraction of a second, the entire balcony was flooded in a soft, golden hue, and a gasp left your lips at the sight.

there were fairy lights all around—some curling around the two big plants at the corners of the glass door, while the rest coiled around the railing. there were a bunch of fluffy cushions placed the large outdoor sofa, with one lantern placed on each side table. your jaw fell open as you took a few steps forward, eyes consequently falling on a small bouquet of your favourite flowers set on the large ottoman opposite the sofa.

your eyes darted around for a moment, fully taking in the beauty of the decorated balcony before you turned to look at your husband in shock. ‘how– why– wha–?’ you spluttered, struggling to get a single coherent sentence out.

chris simply responded with a wide grin, his dimples deeper than ever. ‘do you like it?’ he asked, and you could see his slightly reddened ears under the dim light.

‘of course i do! but how did you–’

‘i didn’t go shopping for a smartwatch,’ he said sheepishly. ‘i came home to set all of this up. that’s why it took me so long.’

‘you did this all by yourself?’ you asked, your voice breaking a little as your eyes started brimming with tears.

‘well, i got felix to buy the fairy lights and drop them off at the reception. but yeah,’ he smiled shyly, looking away as his cheeks got even redder.

your lips wobbled a little as you stared at your husband, heart feeling like it was about to explode from all the emotions you were feelings. wordlessly, you stepped closer to him and snaked your arms around his torso, and his arms immediately closed around your frame, pulling you even closer.

trying to control your tears, you buried your face in his neck. ‘you are amazing, you know that?’ you said, your voice muffled by the thick fabric of his sweater.

moving your face a little higher up his neck, you pressed a kiss on his soft, warm skin and he let out a little giggle. you pulled away to look at his blushing face, hands moving to rest on the sides of his waist. slowly they made their way up to lock behind his neck, while his hands immediately found purchase in rubbing circles on your waist.

‘i love you,’ you said with a bright grin, bringing a hand up to play his bouncy curls before sliding it down to cup his cheek. you ran a cold thumb across his skin, dissolving into little giggles as he visibly shivered under your touch.

‘i love you too,’ he whispered back, holding your gaze for a moment before suddenly snapping out of his bashful daze. ‘wait, go sit. i’ll bring the drinks before they get cold,’ he said as he broke away and made his way to the living room.

you smiled at how adorably eager he seemed to make everything he planned go just right and walked over to take a seat on the left side of the sofa. picking up the bouquet to admire the flowers, a small blush crept up your neck, settling on your cheeks as you thought about the man you love and how incredibly loved he made you feel.

a mere few moments passed when chris scurried back with the mugs of hot chocolate and placed them on the right side table, next to his seat.

‘oh wait, almost forgot,’ he mumbled as he ran off once more, quickly returning with the fleece blanket he’d bought earlier. he plopped down beside you on the sofa and unfolded the blanket before draping it over the two of you. you smiled as snuggled closer to your husband, circling an arm around his bicep and pressed a small kiss on his shoulder before resting your cheek against it.

‘this is really nice. you didn’t have to go through all this effort just to sit out here and stargaze. but i’m really glad you did,’ you whispered and looked up at him. ‘you really know how to make a girl feel loved, mr. christopher. thank you.’

‘you make it easy to be in love, ms. y/n.’

your cheeks heated up and you turned away, resting your cheek on his shoulder once more as you tried to hide how shy he made you feel despite having been with him for as long as you have.

‘hmm the stars look really pretty tonight,’ you glanced up, trying to change the subject.

‘mhm,’ chris responded absentmindedly as he stared at his watch. immediately noticing how his mind seemed to be in a different place, you straightened up a little, hand moving from his upper arm to rest gently on the underside of his wrist.

‘everything okay? why do you keep looking at your watch?’

‘hm? yeah, everything is fine,’ he smiled as he held your hand, squeezing it gently before pressing a quick kiss on your cheek. removing his hand from yours, he turned to his right and reached over to grab the mugs from the side table and handed you one. ‘drink up before it gets cold.’

you smiled as you looked at the warm cup of hot chocolate, small heart shaped marshmallows floating on the surface. taking a sip, you hummed in contentment, leaning towards your husband, nudging his shoulder with your head.

‘i think you’ve outdone yourself, chef bang.’

.

a few random conversation topics later—with chris constantly glancing at his watch—he quieted down before grasping your hand to grab your attention. ‘okay i have one more surprise.’

‘another?’ you asked in shock. you figured there was something going on with how restless your husband was behaving but you didn’t think he had yet another surprise for you. ‘how many more surprises are there?’

instead of answering, he looked at his watch once more, the excitement in his eyes returning in tenfold. ‘you might wanna cover your ears, sweetheart.’

confused, you blinked at him wordlessly. ‘huh? why?’

he smiled and let out a small sigh before moving closer to cup his hands around your ears, stiffening his shoulders a little as he stared at the sky expectantly. moving one hand away slightly, he whispered in your ear.

‘just look at the sky.’

you barely had time to react as he moved his hand to cover your ear once again, and within seconds, you heard a soft hiss followed a loud pop, a burst of colours painting the almost pitch black sky in spirals and splatters. goosebumps on your skin and your eyes stinging, you turned to look at your husband in shock, forcing his hands away from your ears in the process.

‘d-did– did you–’ the tears started to fill your waterline. ‘did you do this?’ you asked in a soft voice and he smiled and nodded softly. ‘why?’

a few moments later the loud booming stopped for a moment as the shower of lights in the sky fizzled away and chris took the opportunity to speak. ‘you said you wanted to watch the new year’s fireworks together. but i was busy that night and missed it. so i figured i’d give you your own firework show.’

‘chris…’ your voice broke.

‘shhh cry later! look at the fireworks first,’ he said as he circled an arm around your waist and pointed at the sky, another loud hiss shooting up a ball of light that burst with a loud pop. you chuckled and turned to look at the sky with a little sniffle, smiling as you watched the falling embers take over the darkness of the night sky.

a beat passed and you turned to look at chris, noticing how his eyes reflected the blooming fireworks, and you couldn’t help but think they looked even more beautiful in the confines of his beautiful irises. one by one, your eyes scanned over every feature on his face.

the proud grin on his lips. and the beautiful dimples that rested at either corner.

his little rosy cheeks.

and his slightly reddened, frosted nose.

every part of him was beautiful.

chris felt your gaze on him and looked at you quizzically. smiling, you turned your body slightly and held his face in your hands, capturing his lips with yours in a soft kiss. you could tell he was taken aback for a millisecond before he kissed you back. you hands moved from his cheeks to rest on his shoulders as his hand moved up to rest at the side of your neck, tilting his head a little to deepen the kiss.

after a few seconds, you pulled back for air, both of you giggling softly under the flashing lights. ‘i love you,’ you said. and though it wasn’t loud enough for him to hear, he smiled widely before pulling you in for another kiss.

‘i love you too,’ he mumbled against your lips and deepened the kiss once more, his touch setting your body alight. you felt your insides warm up from the love you felt for your husband, the fireworks sputtering inside your stomach infinitely more overwhelming and magical than those in the sky.

finally breaking away, chris pressed his forehead against yours right as the last pop of the fireworks rang through the clouds. ‘you missed half of the show,’ he murmured, panting a little as he tried to catch his breath and you shook your head.

taking a deep breath through your nose, you spoke up in a hushed tone. ‘the best part about watching the fireworks with you was the fact that i was watching them with you. i didn’t miss anything.’

you leaned in and placed one last kiss on his lips before pulling away, hand moving up to caress his cheek, eyes glossed over. you weren’t sure what to say. you weren’t sure what you could say. there weren’t any words in your vocabulary that could explain how you felt. and you had a feeling that neither did he.

and yet, both of you knew exactly what the other wanted to say as you gazed into each other’s eyes.

your lips trembled a little from the cold and chris frowned. moving closer, he pulled the blanket that had fallen off amidst the soft kisses over your shoulders and wrapped his arms around your frame as you rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. and in the sweet solace of your husband’s arms, under the cold breeze… you once again thought about winter.

winter was warm—there was no doubt in your mind about it.

it would always be warm as long as you had your love beside you.

𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

PAIRING: idol!chan x fem!reader (established relationship)

GENRE: fluff, angst

WARNINGS: anxiety, swearing, crying

SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend is a busy man. a creative man. a smart man. but also, a tired man. a stressed man. it’s just one of those nights where he’s at his lowest and he needs you by his side.

i’m home in 30 minutes, honey

don’t wait for me, go to sleep

it was 2:06 am.

you stared at the two text messages chan sent you. you sighed. you’re used to him coming home late, but 2 am?

you weren’t going to lie… you were tired. your eyes were getting heavy, but you wanted to stay awake until your boyfriend comes home.

he told you not to wait for him though…

but it’s only 30 minutes. you could stay awake for 30 minutes, you thought.

3:12 am.

chan arrived in front of your door, later than expected. he was overtired. he was disconnected, trying to unlock the door only to realize it was already unlocked.

he entered your apartment moving like a zombie at this point. he removed his sneakers, his jacket and his beanie then scanned the room. only the light from the open living room was on. chan was hoping you were sleeping peacefully in bed, because he knew you could be stubborn.

he walked to the living room to turn off the light when he noticed a human figure, drowned in sleep.

oh no

chan sighed, hating himself already for having to wake you up to go to your room. a part of him knew you weren’t going to be in bed. an idea came through his mind. maybe he could pick you up instead of waking you up.

carefully, he hovered over you, sliding his hand under your thighs and the other one slowly around your shoulders. delicately, he lifted you up just a centimetre but he stopped his movements when he heard you whimper.

shit

“chanie…?” you said, your eyes still closed.

chan groaned and chuckled to hide his annoyance for accidentally waking you up “i’m sorry, y/n. i didn’t mean to wake you up”

you smiled tiredly “i would’ve wanted you to wake me up anyway”

you made him sit down next to you while you readjusted yourself into a sitting position.

“what time is it?” you asked, rubbing your eyes.

chan looked at his phone, his eyes narrowed because of the brightness of his device.

“3:23 am.”

“damn… 30 minutes you said?”

he rubbed his forehead “y/n, i’m sorry. i was trying to get this track right, but i just couldn’t make it. baby, i’m so sorry i made you wait”

you didn’t want an explanation, nor an apology. you were just happy he was home. that’s all that mattered. you felt horrible now. he probably thought you were mad at him, but really, you weren’t. and just by the look on his tired beautiful face, you could tell he had a shitty day.

you took his hand in yours and your eyes widened from how cold it was.

“jesus! your hand is so cold!” you tried to warm it up as fast as you could.

chan gave you his other hand so you could warm it up too. he was so happy to be home. he needed you by his side. especially now.

what you didn’t know was that for the past hours, he was having a lot of anxiety. thoughts sabotaging his brain. he couldn’t take it anymore.

“y/n”

you looked at him, worry painting your face. you noticed his eyes tearing up. your heart completely shattered from what you were seeing right in front of you.

“chan, are you crying?” you asked, concern filling your voice.

chan tried not to break down just now.

without a thought, you wrapped your arms around his body and made him hide his face in the crook of your neck.

“let it all out. it’s okay to let it out” you caressed his fluffy hair and heard sobs and sniffs coming from him.

you felt like crying just hearing those sounds he let out. you knew his life was intense and you respected his busy life. you would never use that against him. it’s the path he chose and you’re more than okay with it.

you loved each other too much to even care about that.

chan was crying for a long 10 minutes. he really needed that.

he raised his head from your neck and looked down. he wanted to avoid looking at your face. he felt weak. terribly weak.

“are you feeling better now?” you wiped the tears on his red puffy cheeks and gave him a reassuring smile.

“i don't know…” he answered, sincerely.

both of you remained silent for a short while when you finally decided to stand up from the couch. chan was watching your every move, wondering what you were going to do next.

you took a deep breath and gave him a hand to stand up in return “come on. let's go to bed”

“i have to wash my face first”

“of course! your night routine!” you giggled “take your time, sweetheart”

you kissed him on the cheek before letting him go to the bathroom.

chan was so lucky to have someone like you in his life. you saved him, somehow. whenever he was feeling down, you were there. he didn’t even have to ask, you would just be… there. you're his person, his life, and he would cherish you forever if he had to.

joining you in your bedroom, he found you getting into your pyjama with pineapples on it. this pyjama would always bring a smile to his face. he thought you looked so silly but so cute at the same time “look! i'm wearing your favorite pyjama of mine!” you exclaimed, spreading your arms.

he chuckled while taking off his top and pants “yeah, it is my favorite pyjama of yours”

both of you hopped into bed at the same time and turned off the lights. you invited him in your arms and he gladly accepted your offer.

snuggling together, you rubbed chan's arm and head, helping him to fall asleep. he needed to rest. he deserved it. his calm breathing made you smile. you kissed the top of his head and gently whispered

“goodnight, chan. i love you so much”

A/N: little angst but cute fluff at the end 🥹 it’s short but i had a busy week and i’m actually happy it’s over now :) reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated 🩷

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