A smiling Kihyun a day keeps the doctor away
jihoon feels your lips on his - of course he does, he's kissing you hungrily and allowing you to move your tongue against his as you wish; he also feels your legs around his hips, trapping him deliciously.
but, ultimately, he feels your touch on his face. jihoon melts in the way you cup his cheek, part of his brain reminding him of how pretty your hands look with those manicured dark red nails. he moans on the spot, sighing when your fingers move from his face to the back of his head.
"did you do your nails because of me this week?", he suddenly asks, making you tilt your head.
"i'm on top of you and you're asking me about my nails?"
he laughs, reaching for your hands and holding them between your bodies, looking down at your fingers and shiny nails.
"the color suits your skin tone", jihoon comments and then stares at you. "i like it. it kind of got me going..."
"now you know how i feel about your hands too."
jihoon chuckles, murmuring a 'maybe' before going back to kissing you. you make a mental note to tease him later for how eager he seems when he guides both your hands back to his neck and hair, encouraging you to, please, do your magic.
Sequences from my finished animation. Inspired by a dog named Teacake.
you really just have to say 'it is what it is' and move on. like. completely move on. focus on what's important but also just have a nice life. play with your pet, go outside with someone somewhere, see a movie in theaters or borrow/buy a book, sit in the sunlight, get a plant, get a recipe, wear a fragrance, dance, talk to ppl, do pilates/sports/walking/swimming/biking, go somewhere new, start a casual or compelling project, compliment a stranger genuinely, call someone, drive for a while. remember that you're here. you're important because you're alive and that's enough
heads up: reader (... and the writer) is a lil sick
chris practically wraps himseslf around you like a koala once you're back in bed. he knows you're feeling bad and that, for whatever reason, your upset stomach has left you feeling colder than usual... and it's technically his job as your partner to cuddle with you right now. "did the bath help?"
"mhm." you shut your eyes as he begins tracing circles onto your back. "still feeling kinda rough."
"that's okay." his lips press against your forehead, lingering there for a few extra seconds. "we've got more medicine in case you need it later. so i'm not going aaaanywhere," he drags out the word with a chuckle. "you're stuck with me."
"oh no." your tone is flat as you resist the urge to roll your eyes. "i'm stuck with a hot nurse..." you snuggle closer to him, tucking your head underneath his chin and wrapping your arms around him a little tighter. despite the fact your stomach is cramping, his presence is soothing. "i don't think this man's ever been to medical school--"
he just giggles a little, the sound almost like medicine. you honestly wish it was. you'd bottle that sound and take it any day to heal anything and everything. "i can handle it," he promises. "but if you feel worse--"
"i know." the shapes he's tracing onto your back, the warmth of snuggling with chris and being underneath your blankets, his soothing voice... it's all making you drowsy. "i'll say something." you press a kiss against his clothed chest before settling in for a nice nap with your beloved. "thank you, nurse."
the last thing you feel before you drift off is chris pressing another kiss onto the top of your head, humming softly as he murmurs a final, "i've got you."
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They came up with a 6th love language and they’re calling it giving me a little kiss on the forehead
When Life Gives You Tangerines (2025) “It’s fine if the whole world knows, as long as mom and dad don’t.” — Parents have no idea of the moment when their child’s heart develops knots. If they knew, they’d protect their child; so God keeps it from them. No tree grows without knots, and a child’s knot would carve a hole in a father’s heart. So God keeps it hidden.