ADORE YOU ⭑ WHEN THEY'RE YOUR HUSBAND

𝐈𝐕────𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈

your cheeks are flushed and you're giggling into his shoulder, arm slung lazily around his waist as you sway just a little, drunk on champagne and the fact that you’re married to the prettiest boy in the room—he's yours. “he’s my husband,” you whisper again to a poor stranger who just smiled too politely, and heeseung’s laughing under his breath, hand slipping down to squeeze your hip as he presses a kiss behind your ear. “i know, love,” he murmurs, “i’m right here.” you pout when he tries to tug you away from the hors d'oeuvres table, your fingers lacing with his. “he’s mine,” you tell the bartender next, and heeseung just grins like a fool as he spins you into his chest. “yes, baby. forever. now let’s get you some water before you propose to me again.”

LOVE-STRUCK ★ WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK

𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᪲ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗂'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄, 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

heeseung’s warm hands are all over you the second you open the door—so very drunk, his grin crooked as he sways a little. “baby,” he slurs, eyes glassy but glowing, “you’re so pretty… fuck, you’re so, so pretty.” he cups your face with both hands like you’re made of porcelain, thumbs brushing your cheeks, and then suddenly you’re in his lap, your knees pressed to either side of his thighs as he nuzzles your neck. “how’d i get so lucky, huh?” he mumbles, lips brushing your jaw as he breathes you in. “my pretty baby. mine.” he keeps whispering, eyes half-lidded and adoring, fingers tracing your waist just to feel you close. every few seconds, he pulls back to look at you again, smitten, then leans in with a pout. “kiss? just one? okay, maybe five. or ten. god, i love you.”

HEAVENLY ✶ WHEN YOU PULL AWAY FROM THEIR KISS

𝐈𝐕────𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌

your fingers are still curled in the fabric of his shirt when you barely pull away for a breath, lips swollen, but he doesn’t even let you get that far—“baby,” he murmurs, breathless, chasing your mouth like he’s starving, hands tightening on your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. you let out a surprised laugh, but he just hushes it with another kiss, deeper like he’s making a point. “mm-mm, no breaks,” he mumbles against your lips, smiling into it, and you swear he tastes like something addictive. “you started it, angel,” he grins, thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he tilts your chin up. “now i gotta finish it.” your knees go a little weak when he says it like that, and god, you don’t even remember what you were going to say—just that you never want to stop kissing him either.

COMING HOME ✶ WHEN YOU CRY

𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗖────𝗂'𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎

“baby… are you seriously crying right now?” heeseung whispers, half-laughing as he pulls you into his chest, the credits rolling while tears roll down your cheeks. “it’s just a movie,” he teases gently, thumb brushing under your eye, and you sniff, pouting harder. “shut up,” you mumble, hiding your face, but he just grins, tilting your chin up. he peppers soft kisses across your face—your forehead, your damp cheek, your knuckles. “still crying?” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “’cause i’ll keep kissing you till you forget the plot.” you breathe out a shaky laugh, heart fluttering despite yourself, and he kisses you again. “there she is,” he whispers smugly, tucking you under his chin. “my pretty girl.”

I'M YOURS ★ PRINCESS TREATMENT

𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘────𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗌. 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗂'𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌

puts your hair behind your ear mid-convo

"baby," heeseung murmurs, voice all soft and low like a secret just for you. you're rambling about something and he’s nodding along, totally smitten, but then your hair slips into your face mid-sentence. without saying a word, he reaches up, tucks it behind your ear with two fingers, knuckles grazing your cheek. “how am i supposed to listen when you keep hiding the prettiest face in the room?” your breath catches, heart doing cartwheels. god, he’s so unserious for you.

picks you up when you're tipsy

"okay, party’s over, sweetheart," heeseung chuckles, catching you mid-ramble. you blink up at him, as you sway a little, and before you can protest, he’s already scooping you up into his arms, bridal style. "hee, i can walk," you giggle, arms wrapping around his neck, and he smirks, eyes twinkling as he looks down at you. "yeah? sure looked like it when you almost hugged that potted plant back there." one hand warm against your thigh, the other secure around your back. "mm, you smell so nice," you murmur, cheek pressed to his shoulder. "that’s ‘cause you’re drunk and in love," he teases, "with me."

HELPLESS ✶ THINGS THEY DO THAT GIVE YOU BUTTERFLIES

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝒾𝗦𝗘 ᪲ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 "𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗆"

he’s doing it again—leaning in close, eyes on your lips instead of your eyes, and that goddamn smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. “sorry, baby, i missed that,” he murmurs, fingers brushing lightly against your knee. “say it again?” he didn’t miss a word. not one. and you know it, too, but your throat suddenly dry as his thumb starts tracing slow circles over your skin. he’s so close you can feel the heat of him, the way his lashes dip just slightly when you blink up at him. “you’re such a flirt,” you mutter, but it comes out softer than intended. he grins—boyish, smug, devastating. “only with you.” fuck. butterflies, every time.

KISS ME MORE ꣑୧ WHEN YOU SUDDENLY SIT ON THEIR LAP

𝗦𝗨𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗟────𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾?

you don’t even give him a warning—just walk over and plop yourself right onto his lap, and heeseung instinctively wraps his arms around your waist like it’s a reflex. his eyes flicker with surprise for half a second before settling into that slow, cocky smirk that always makes your stomach flip. “if you wanted my attention, baby,” he murmurs as his fingers trace lazy circles on your lower back, “you got all of it now.” he leans in as he stares at you like you're the only person in the room. “gonna tell me what i did to deserve my girl in my lap, or should i guess?” he adds, tilting his head, lips ghosting over your jaw

SWEET ✶ WHEN YOU ASK THEM TO KISS YOU MORE

𝖶𝖧𝒾𝖲𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲────𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍

his smile is lazy, lips already brushing yours before you can finish whispering, “more kisses.” — he whispers “more?” his hand at your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek, and he leans in again, impossibly close. “anything for you, baby,” he murmurs against your lips, and then he’s kissing you like he wants to memorize every sigh you make. his other hand finds your waist, tugging you flush against him with a low hum. “can’t get enough of you,” he says in between kisses. “you’re gonna kill me, y’know that?” he grins, pulling back just enough to look at you, thumb now brushing your bottom lip. “but at least i’ll die happy.”

❜ I WANNA BE YOURS ★ WHEN THEY GET CAUGHT STARING AT YOUR LIPS

𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗖 ᪲ 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌

you catch him staring before he even realizes he’s been caught—his eyes fixed on your lips, and the second your brows raise, he blinks once, slowly, then bites his bottom lip. “keep looking at me like that and i’m gonna kiss you,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing, eyes flickering back to your lips. his hand finds your waist. “what, baby?” he grins, leaning closer, noses almost brushing. “you’re not gonna stop me?” “that’s what i thought,” he hums, and it takes every ounce of self-control for you not to kiss him first. heeseung just smirks, like he already knows he’s got you.

ℰ. CHASE LOVE HARD ⟡ KISSING THEM IN FRONT OF THEIR MEMBERS

𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗩──── 𝗂'𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

you catch heeseung off guard when you press a quick kiss to his lips, just as he's smiling mid-conversation with jake — and the way he freezes, lips parting, eyes flicking to you like you're the only thing he sees? “do that again,” he whispers, smirks as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer until your chest brushes his. his voice drops, “c’mon, baby, don’t be shy now.” you kiss the corner of his mouth this time, and he turns his head just enough to catch it properly and deepens it—until jake groans behind you, covering his eyes. “seriously? i’m right here.” heeseung just chuckles against your lips. “you can leave,” he says without looking back, too busy stealing another kiss.

PAPER RINGS ★ WHEN YOU SHUT THEM UP WITH A KISS

𓋜 手紙 ❜ 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 '𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

you roll your eyes, but heeseung’s endless teasing finally tips you over the edge — you grab his face and kiss him, shutting him up mid-sentence. he freezes for half a second, then melts into you with a soft little chuckle against your lips, his hands sliding to your waist, thumbs drawing lazy circles against your skin. when you finally pull back, breathless, he’s grinning like an idiot, eyes crinkled, forehead resting against yours. “couldn’t resist me, huh, baby?” he teases, and you swear your heart physically flips. he pulls you closer, arms wrapped around you like he never wants to let go, peppering soft kisses along your cheeks, jaw, anywhere he can reach. “it’s okay, angel. i’m all yours,” he murmurs, so smug yet so impossibly sweet that you can’t even be mad. heeseung’s love for you is written all over him, stupidly, helplessly.

𓂃 PRETTY BOY ⟡​ WHEN YOU KISS THEM EVERYWHERE BUT THEIR LIPS

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 𓈒 𓈒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽

heeseung’s back is against the couch, his arms draped lazily over the cushions as you trail soft kisses across his jaw, down his neck, up to the tip of his nose—everywhere but his lips. “baby,” he breathes, a teasing grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “you’re really not gonna kiss me?” you hum. he chuckles, tilting your chin up with two fingers. “what if i beg?” he murmurs, those stupidly pretty bambi eyes locking with yours. “please, angel. don’t be mean.” but when you lean in and press a kiss to his chin instead, he groans. "fuck, you’re evil,” he whispers, lips brushing your cheek. “c’mon, just one…” his voice drops, flirtatious and honey-smooth. “right here,” he taps his lips, smiling so wide your heart stutters. heeseung, the menace. always leaving you breathless.

[ .. ] DREAM ✶. WHEN THEY CALL YOU "WIFE"

𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗖 ᪲ 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀.

you’re curled up on the couch with heeseung, his arm lazily draped over your shoulders, thumb absentmindedly tracing circles your skin under his hoodie—well, technically his hoodie, but you’ve claimed it. he leans in closer, as he whispers, “you’re so pretty, my wife.” you tilt your head with a teasing grin. “who’s wife? i don’t see a ring.” his eyes sparkle, lips tugging into that cocky smirk you know all too well as he murmurs, “yet.” the word slides off his tongue, and it sends butterflies straight to your stomach. you swat his chest with a laugh, but he just pulls you closer, burying his face in your neck. “mm, my baby’s shy,” he coos, “but you’ll look so good with my last name.” "heeseung!"

LAY YOUR LOVE ON ME ✶ WHEN THEY CHECK YOU OUT ◞

SCR𝓲PT ᪲ 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾

you’re standing by the mirror, lazily applying a sheer pink gloss to your lips, and heeseung watches from behind—he mutters, “fuck,” under his breath. you glance at him through the mirror, pretending not to notice the way he’s practically burning holes into your reflection. “baby,” he drawls, sauntering up behind you, “you tryna kill me or what?” his hands find your waist, and he dips his head to your ear, voice dropping, “you always look good, but this? this is criminal.” you hum, smirking as you press your lips together for the final coat. “what? a little gloss got you weak?” he groans, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “you have no idea. come here, pretty girl. lemme ruin it.”

❛ COMPLETELY ◟ ⟡ WHEN THEY KISS YOUR POUTY LIPS

𖹭 【 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀 】 ｡ 𝗂'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅.

heeseung leans in real close, close enough that his nose brushes yours, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he tilts his head, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “do you want me to kiss it better?” he whispers, voice low and warm, and your breath hitches at how close he is—how soft his gaze is even though he’s clearly enjoying how flustered you look. before you can answer, he’s already pressing his lips to yours, once, then again, then again. he kisses you over and over, lips brushing against yours in soft, fluttery pecks until you’re breathless and giggling. “there, better?” he murmurs, thumb stroking your jaw while his other hand slips around your waist, pulling you closer. “my pouty baby,” he teases. “can’t stand seeing you like that. guess i’ll just have to kiss you forever.”

﹙𝑓﹚ BABY, HOLD ON TIGHT ⟡ HOT THINGS THEY DO

𖹭 𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒

heeseung leans against the doorframe, eyes dragging over you slowly like he's trying to memorize every inch. “you tryna kill me or somethin’, baby?” he murmurs, biting his lip as he blatantly checks you out, no shame, no rush. “damn,” he breathes, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “how’d i get so lucky?” he pushes off the wall and saunters over, fingers hooking around your waist, pulling you close so your chest brushes his. “you look unreal tonight,” he whispers, voice low and thick, breath warm against your cheek. his hand slides up your back, and he dips his head, leaving a kiss on your cheek. he grins, all lovesick. and yeah, the date hasn’t even started yet.