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[10:49PM]

"Why do you always cuddle that?"

Humming out a 'hm?' to Jake as you looked up at him from your study notes, you looked down on your lap where a brown teddy bear sat on your crossed legs.

"Because you gave it to me?" Smiling down at the soft plushie, you gave it's head pats.

Pouting at you giving more affection towards the bear than him, your boyfriend walked closer to you from his previous spot at the doorway.

"Because, if we broke up I'll just get attached to this and not you," Teasing him, you looked up at his face for a reaction.

Jaw dropped, Jake pulled the bear instantly out of your lap and threw it to the side on your bed, "Who says I'm going to break up with you?"

Biting your lower lips to prevent yourself from laughing, you gasped in surprise when he pulled you up from your chair.

Hugging you by the waist, Jake dragged you to the bed where he and you fell on your sides on the fluffy mattress.

Couldn't contain it anymore, you laughed at him for being so concerned as he snuggled his head on your chest, hugging you tighter.

"I'm not leaving you forever so I'll be your cuddle bear."

❝ PROVE YOU WRONG ❞

p: sim jake x reader. g: fluff, lightly suggestive. wc: 561. cw: slightly suggestive towards the end but nothing really lmao, use of petnames.

as wonderful as it is to have your one and only resting his head on your lap any time he finds you seated on the couch or bed to let you play with his head, it can make a speck of annoyance rise inside with all of the times he had insisted on occupying his designated resting space.

“jake, i will push you off.” said man who peers up at your face pulled into a displeased expression, a single brow raised in a testing manner, declares in an inviting tone, “is that a threat?”

▸▸ kissesintherain. — jake sim

it was always a mystery to you who jake loved more: you or his dog, layla.

jake wanted you to come over, but he also wanted to take the dog out, so why not do both?

when you arrived at his house, layla was all over you in excitement. attempting to escape from layla’s affection, you gave your boyfriend a kiss. he smiled, and you continued to play with the overly energetic dog.

as jake watched you two, he let out a dramatic sigh, causing you to look at him curiously. he furrowed his brows and pouted.

“she’s mine,” he whined, jokingly jealous.

“who?” you asked, standing up to face him, not knowing if he was referring to you or layla.

“it’s a secret,” he replied with a smirk.

you frowned before letting out a sigh of defeat, “it’s fine, i know you love layla more than me.”

you began walking away, faking your disappointment, but before you could even take a full step, jake grabbed you by your wrist and turned you around to face him again. he moved his hands to rest on your waist, and you laid yours on his chest.

“ya know i love you more than anything, right?” he confessed as his gaze rested on your lips.

you smirked and leaned up to kiss him before replying, “as you should.”

after your confident remark, you began walking away again.

“actually, layla, you’re my favourite. she doesn’t even love me,” jake said to his dog, loud enough for you to hear, after not receiving an ‘i love you’ back.

you whipped your head around and made your way over to them. you wrapped your arms around jake’s torso, hugging him.

“have something you wanna say?” jake looked down at you, excitedly anticipating a response.

“i love you,” you said softly with a smile on your lips.

he smiled happily, being the victor of your little play, “love you, too.”

he separated from your hug and got layla’s attention to get her ready for a walk.

“shall we get going then?” he proposed and you nodded in response.

“it’s supposed to rain, we should probably bring an umbrella,” you said, going to grab one.

“we should be fine. we won’t be out long anyways,” jake replied.

you complied and you both left the house with the dog.

after walking for nearly ten minutes, the three of you arrived at an empty basketball court and decided to hang out there to play with layla.

jake began throwing a ball he brought for her, and she went running around the court.

after watching the two and throwing some balls yourself, you felt a tiny drop of water hit the top of your forehead. you looked up and reached your hand out.

soon after, you felt another drop.

you looked at your boyfriend, “jake, it’s raining. see, what did i tell you? we should’ve brought an umbrella. let’s start heading back.”

“okay, wait. just a little longer,” he told you, sounding like a little kid who wasn’t ready to leave the park.

it didn’t take long for the sprinkling rain to evolve into a much heavier fall.

you noticed layla shake the water off of her fur as it splashed onto you and jake. you let out a tiny squeal and instinctively moved closer to your boyfriend as a sense of protection. he let out a tiny laugh at your actions, as he found them adorable.

“we’re getting all wet,” you mentioned mindlessly as your attention was fully taken away by jake’s appearance: from his eyes that were staring intensely into yours, to his wet hair.

you watched as drops of water formed at the ends of each lock hanging in front of his forehead. your breath was taken away, and suddenly, butterflies erupted in your stomach. you could feel your heart beat rapidly against your chest.

jake brought a hand up and pushed some hair behind your ear before moving his hand down to the side of your face, with his other resting on the lower part of your back.

without hesitation, he leaned in and captured your lips in a delicate kiss. you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back.

he separated his lips from yours slightly and began leaving light pecks along your wet cheeks, all the way up to your forehead, then down your nose. you subconsciously scrunched your face as he did, and you both smiled.

he pulled back but still held you securely and left one last, long kiss on your lips.

your moment was then interrupted by your little spectator with a loud bark.

you flinched slightly, causing you to pull back. jake let go of his grip on you and turned to face his dog, “way to ruin the moment, layla.”

you both laughed.

layla barked again and ran to him, beginning to jump excitedly.

“okay, okay, i guess it’s time to go home now.”

still under the pouring clouds, jake turned to you, both of you soaking wet.

just as you felt seeing him, he thought you looked gorgeous in the rain.

“ya know, jake, if any of us get sick it’s your fault.”

after hearing those words, he captured you in a loving hug, trying his best to protect you from the most rain possible.

to see you more clearly, he took one hand and brushed his wet hair back. at this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear your internal screaming. with his actions, you had to remind yourself how to breathe again, it was so attractive.

“well, it was definitely worth it,” he answered while leaning in for one last kiss, whispering against your lips, “i love you.”

includes: mornings with jake, cursing(i think), lapslock

wc: 464

waking up early was not something you enjoyed. you told jake multiple times that sleeping next to the window means waking up to the sun flashing you like a unsolicited nude, but all he did was laugh and say that some sun would be nice consider the two of them stay inside most of the time. he isn’t wrong, the sun not your biggest friend, but it still doesn’t justify waking up way earlier than you want to because the sun was just a little too bright that morning.

this morning is no different, as you blink open your eyes to welcome unwanted sunlight. jake was facing away from the sun, his back covering you from most of the sunlight but it somehow made its way to you. maybe the sun just had a personal vendetta on you. you tried snuggling closer to jake’s chest—feeling his arms wrap tighter around your waist on his sleep—and close your eyes to fall back asleep. but your efforts were futile because you are now awake and can’t go back to sleep no matter how hard you try. with a huff, you pull away from him slowly, trying your best to not wake him up and then you sit up next to him, glaring at the large window beside your bed.

you look down at jake and can’t help but smile. he’s so handsome, even with his face smushed against the pillows and his lips pressed into a pout in his sleep. you think he’s cute, brushing his hair out of his face and rubbing a thumb on his cheek. he’s so precious, and you feel so lucky to have him in your life. he’s your sun, the only sun you need.

jake stifles in his sleep, making you freeze in combing his hair. he blinks his eyes open and focuses then before turning to look up at you, sleepy eyes still trying to register what’s in front of him but he has a dopey smile on his lips the moment he realizes that it’s you. jake’s smile is so wonderful, brighter than any sun. jake has this thing about him, how he manages to light up your day when he’s not doing anything in particular. he really is your sun.

“what are you doing awake?” he asks, voice quiet and rough from disuse. you shrug.

“the sun woke me up.”

jake laughs.

“you still don’t like the window?”

you smile.

“i think i like it a little more today.”

jake raises his eyebrows.

“oh really?”

you nod.

“i don’t mind getting blinded every morning if it meant seeing your pretty face a little earlier.”

jake blinks and then he laughs, pulling you down next to him.

“you’re cute.”

you giggle and shake your head.

“you’re cuter, sunshine.”

11:55 p.m. ▸ jay wanted to kiss you.

he wanted to kiss you so bad that he could’ve died on the spot then and there. he had spent the whole evening doing assignments and gaming, but only later he realized that he had been neglecting you. although you didn’t complain, jay felt a pang of regret when he saw you curled up on the bed, leaving more than enough room for him.

jay frowned at your sleeping figure. he couldn’t kiss you without your consent.

he had no other choice but to wake you up. yes, he could just get a kiss from you tomorrow morning, but it didn’t feel right going to bed without saying a proper goodnight.

▸▸ [ 9:54pm ] — jake sim ☽

at contact with the cold air came a cloud of condensation with every exhale.

you and jake sat at the bus stop, waiting for the said source of transportation to arrive on this late, chilly evening. he looked at you and noticed how the moonlight from the night sky shined onto your face perfectly, highlighting your features beautifully. he thought you looked absolutely breathtaking.

despite wearing your warmest jacket, your cheeks and nose were still rosy from standing in the freezing temperature for so long. jake moved closer and wrapped his arm around you in attempts to warm you both up, and you relaxed under his touch from your previously tense state. you let out a puff of air and rested your head on his shoulder. he followed, with his head resting on top of yours.

with his unoccupied hand, he grabbed yours and brought it up near his lips. expecting something like a kiss, you flinched when you felt warm air against your palm. he laughed at your reaction before bringing your hand to his cheek, warming up the side of his face slightly. a smile made its way to your lips at his actions, and he did the same.

when he put your hand back down, you adjusted your body and wrapped your arms around his torso, your face now buried in the crook of his neck. he smiled before taking his other arm and hugging you, resting his chin on your head, already feeling much warmer.

“hey,” his voice was soft and low as he called for your attention, separating from you slightly.

you looked up and into his loving eyes that reflected the moon and the stars. without warning, he slowly leaned down, pressing his lips to yours softly. you closed your eyes and kissed him back.

his touch—from his arms that held you securely, to his lips on yours in a tender kiss—made you feel warm, not just from the contact, but also from the meaning behind his actions and the love he shared with you in that moment.

he pulled back after a few seconds before giving you a small, affectionate smile. he brought a hand up to your cheek as he left a short kiss on your forehead. you glanced up at him, admiring his features under the moonlight, from his soft hair to his loving eyes, and from his sharp nose to his pink lips.

when the bus finally arrived, you were almost sad, not wanting this moment to be over, but at the same time, you were also looking forward to the small amount of heat on the bus.

jake unwrapped his arms from around your body and stood up before turning to you and extending his hand.

— author note: hello beautiful! i hope you’ve been having a wonderful day and thank you so much for reading! constructive feedback is always appreciated - pls be nice!

🝯 ⑅ ꒰ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 ꒱ 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 *･✿

🧸 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙨. 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

🧸 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.

🧸 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙬𝙨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴.

🧸 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

🧸 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙪𝙡. 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

"𝘢𝘸𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺"

🧸 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘯𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯. 𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜.

🧸 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦.

🧸 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙞, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚.

𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨

"𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯?? 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪-"

"𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧!" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

🧸 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

🧸 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 (𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘭). 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢.

🧸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴? 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙫𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙.

🧸 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨. 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵.

🧸 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 '𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙨. 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 '𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶' 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

𓈒   .  ˙  ⋅ ⸼ . 𔘓 𓈒  .   ˙  ⋅ ⸼ 

𝙚𝙡𝙞'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚🌱; kinda tmi but i kept repeatedly listening to '𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴' (by Ed Sheeran) while writing this😫 the beat is super catchy and i love it aaa

੭  𝗧 𝗔 𝗚 𝗦 : 𑊁

WHY YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH THEM & VICE VERSA

𖦹 this reading includes why you will fall in love with your person, why they will fall in love with you and a playlist of songs I picked up on while doing the reading.

𖦹 so each pile will have 2 paragraphs, you can definitely choose more than one pile. ex: you can choose pile 1 for why you will fall in love with your person and you can choose pile 3 for why they will fall in love with you.

𖦹 how does this work? close your eyes and take deep breaths, pick the pile you are most drawn to. If you aren’t drawn to any pile then that’s okay, these messages aren’t for you.

𖦹 take what resonates!

THE PILES

♡ fool for you — p.sunghoon

✩ fool for you || park sunghoon ✩

request — hellow my darling, would you please do me the absolute honour of making a minsu, sunghoon or your man kyungho angst where he says something very hurtful to the reader (ie. calling her clingy + venting a lot) and the reader gives him his space and hangs out with another member! and they get jealous when he sees his gf in his member's hoodie :d

part of — 🦋's corner

warning — quite angsty, but dw there will be a part two

word count — 1565 words

malsh's note — this was a whole rollercoaster of emotions to write i love sunghoon with my entire heart so please don’t think i hate him or smth with the way i portrayed him

taglist — @ravenori @jensrose @jakeycore @wccycc @yourstruely @enhacolor @heejojo @jaesvelvet @blissahi @koishua (if you want to be added, please fill this taglist form!)

Difficult was an understatement for describing the idol life. And as much as Sunghoon loved performing, there were days he regretted signing up for the entertainment company.

He regretted choosing to become an idol rather than sticking to skating.

Sure, being an idol was fun — but skating was his passion. And heck, he was nationally recognised for it — maybe even internationally, if he actually stuck to the sport instead of singing and dancing.

On the days when work was too hard, these were the thoughts that ran through Park Sunghoon’s head — and inevitably, being his partner, you were the person he vented out to.

⋆ BETADINE.

you know you've been in this position before — slotted between heeseung's thighs while he sits on top of your bathroom counter, hands fit snug upon your waist.

he flinches when the cotton makes contact with the cut on the bridge of his nose, hoping he can turn away. but the grip you hold on his jaw says no. the young man must say, it complements the fixed look on your face.

"easy there, doll. can't have you burning my face off." he lightly jokes, small smile on his lips.

then he loses it after you say, "good idea, thanks for the suggestion."

heeseung knows you don't want to be in this position. he knows you'd rather be wrapped up in bed, beneath the blanket, his arms and legs entangled with yours. and he knows you understand why he continues what he does, despite the risks and regrets.

and it adds onto the previous weight of guilt that already wore down his chest.

routinely, you toss the last cotton pad in the bin and remove yourself from your place. you're ready to dive into bed, to cuddle a pillow to your chest while pretending it's heeseung. you even gave it a name — bambi — and a shirt of his, just to add a touch to the illusion.

but the man in question isn't open to letting that happen. slotting you back in your original position, he wraps himself around you and buries his face in your shoulder. it's instinct, the way you circle your arms around his torso and lay your hands flat, gently rubbing circles across his back.

"i don't deserve you," he mutters, apology muffled by your top.

and he hears you answer, "but i want you anyway."

heeseung chuckles, he chuckles because he knows it's true. no one else can take care of him the way you do. maybe someone could, but he's not in the mood to look when he has you.

you, who patches up every nasty gash he brings home as souvenirs. you, who secures iced peas over his bruises without complaining about the ache in your arm. you, his lover, who he won't let go of. because even if heeseung is putty in your hands, you don't mould him in another form, for you like who he is now.

and it eases off some weight on his chest.

you were stargazing in the beach, some covers underneath you protecting your body from the sand, both of you laying down on your backs with your hands intertwined, his thumb caressing your hand softly. you stopped looking at the sky long ago, instead, you were admiring your boyfriend jake detailedly. his big eyes twinkling when the moonlight reflected on them, the peaceful rhythm of his breathing, the way his hair got tousled when there was a strong breeze; you raised your hand to brush slightly the hair that fell on top of his eyes and he turned to look at you, a loop-sided smile adorning his face, mischievous now painting his features that once looked so calm.

“do you wanna in go for a swim?” your eyebrows shot up at his request, really? at this hour? “but babe we don’t have any towels.” he sat up bringing you with him along the way, squeezing your hand while whining, “that doesn’t matter baby we can use the covers! please? for me?” and how could you resist those puppy eyes? ‘damn he really got me whipped’ you thought. “okay okay i’m in, but if the water is too cold you’re swimming alone Sim Jaeyun.” he laughed at you, quickly getting up to run into the water, hand still gripping yours tightly.

he basically dragged you into the water, splashing it everywhere with each stomp of your feet, you laughed loudly at your boyfriend’s joyful expression. when you reached a decent depth, he pulled you towards him to hug you, your legs wrapping around his torso and your arms around his neck, his own arms sneaking themselves into your waist, spinning with you softly to make you giggle. “you’re a dork do you know that?” you kissed his nose gently, making him close his eyes and hum in relaxation. “but i’m your dork, and that’s what matters.” he said before kissing you softly, the moon being the only witness of the beauty of two souls combined.

my favourite♡

♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

You were never a morning person. Today was just like another day. When the sun has risen high up in the sky, brighten the whole world that only your body clock wants to wake up. You ran through your hand to the other side of the bed only to realise your boyfriend wasn’t there. Obviously he had woken up way earlier than you. It was noon already when you decided to get up from your bed. Stretching out the sleepiness away, you finally went out of your room to look for your boyfriend.

You saw your boyfriend watching the TV and sitting comfortably on the couch. He realised your presence, then he flashed his wide smile that you loved so much. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” You went over and sat next to him, “Why didn’t you wake me up?” rubbing your puffy eyes, still feeling tired. “As if you would even wake up.” He kissed the crown of your head as you laid your head on his shoulder. “But you should’ve just woke me!” your lips formed a pout complaining even though you yourself know damn well you wouldn’t be bothered to wake up early even if he did attempt to wake you. He snorted at your childishness, “Yeah, right baby.”

You stared down to his hands, treading your fingers into his. Clasping your hands onto his own gave a warm feeling in your stomach, your lips curved into a smile loving how your hands fit perfectly with each other. You turned his hand over, analyzing the texture of his skin. You took your other hand to feel the veins popping out of his hand. Loving how the ridges of the veins felt against the tip of your fingers. You loved doing that. You brought up his hand close to your lips, kissing it tenderly. Then you just grazed the outlines of the veins, feeling it with your bottom lips. You love his hands so much.

He chuckled in amusement, “What are you doing?” This whole time he looked at you in fascination.

You put his hand down, “You know I love your hands,” still holding his hand tightly. He laughed again amused with how weird you were. You looked into his eyes, “I’m appreciating it.”

“Or you just love the veins popping?” He grinned.

That too. He didn’t need to know that.

“Baby, maybe you have a vein kink, hm?” He ruffled your hair, looking at you in adoration.

“That I do,”

▬ ﹙𝟭𝟬:𝟯𝟱 𝗔𝗠 | 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚﹚: “love?”

you hummed, eyes squinting at the contact of the sunlight slipping through the blinds of your shared bedroom with your husband. you felt his hands snaking around your waist, planting soft and delicate kisses on your forehead.

you could hear his deep breaths and the up and down heaving of his chest—which you found comfort in. you smiled as you leaned your head on his torso, cuddling his figure.

jay placed another chaste kiss on your temple before sitting up, making you follow him, eyes still drooping. your husband chuckled at your cute sight, pulling you in his warmth again, peppering your face with short and gentle smooches. you squirmed and laughed, playfully smacking his arm.

“yikes!” a child's shriek made you two pull away from each other, eyes falling on the young girl standing in the doorway, holding a teddy bear with her small hands. she sent you two a look of disgust, yet in a playful way, making you and jay laugh at your daughter's reaction.

“good morning to you too, princess,” jay stood up and went to his daughter, carrying her in his arms. the young girl laughed as her father started tickling her.

upon watching the two most important people in your life have fun in front of you, you couldn't hold back the smile that seeped through your lips.

it was a lovely sight you'll never get tired of.

wc. 0.235k words / p. husband! jay x gn! reader / g. domestic fluff / tw. none! ✧ enhypen masterlist.

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“one kiss is just never enough” ー sjy.

“Can you kiss me now?”

“No.”

“Can you kiss me… now?”

“No.”

“Y/n,” Jake groaned, dramatically collapsing on top of your shared bed. He kicked his feet childishly. You laughed.

It was nearing the end of your semester and college exams were coming up. Much against your boyfriend’s wishes, you stayed cooped up in your apartment, reading the lecture materials over and over again. You couldn’t afford to fail these exams. Don’t get me wrong, your boyfriend was nothing but supportive. But two weeks without his significant other’s love? Jake Sim was an idiot in love with you and he was in desperate need of your attention.

“Y/n,” Jake whined, “Just take a ten minute break and cuddle with me.”

You only hummed in response, continuing to highlight important parts of your paper.

“Y/n, my love, light of my life, the only person who comes equal to Layla… I am slowly starting to fade away from the love you took away from me. I am suffering, I am hurting, I am-”

“Jake,” you snorted. “You’re so dramatic for no reason. You say that like we don’t cuddle every night.”

You could’ve sworn he pouted and you stifled a laugh. Every night, he would giggle as you’d finally slip under the sheets after a long day of studying. He’d sling an arm around your waist, muttering “i missed you” before placing a warm kiss by your earlobe. In truth, you missed him too and luckily it would only be another week before all of this ends and your routines go back to normal. You could only hope your clingy and lovesick boyfriend could survive until then.

“Just one kiss?” Jake leaned on his elbows with a hopeful grin plastered on his lips. “Just a quick little peck. Y/n…”

You sighed, pushing back against the desk to stand up. He looked so excited it made your heart squeeze. Did he miss you that badly? You walked over to where he sat at the edge of the bed. You stood between his legs as he looked up at you, love and excitement written all over his face. Your heart squeezed again. 

“Sim Jaeyun,” you said, placing your hands on both sides of his face. You leaned down slowly, almost teasingly, and his expression faltered. He stared at your lips in a daze and you felt the tips of your lips quirk up slightly. As you moved closer, close enough to feel each others breaths, you felt his hand coming up to rest on your elbow. He whispered your name quietly. Softly pressing your lips against his, you whispered, “I love you.”

Then you placed a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away completely, barely containing your laughter.

Jake’s eyes jerked open. He stared at you in shock.

“You can’t just do that! No! Come back.” Jake whined, his Australian accent coming out very strongly. It almost sounded like ‘naur come buhk’. He reached his arms out, staring at you with puppy eyes, attempting to draw you back in. It would’ve worked had you not heard the sharp ting, reminding you to study your science module.

You leaned back upright. “Well, sorry, babe, science is calling for me.”

“Why are you even studying for science. It’s so easy.” He fell back against the bed hopelessly and groaned into his arm.

You snorted. “Well, we’re not all geniuses, Jake.” You shook your head and feigned a snobbish sniff. “Why? Was my kiss not enough for you?”

“One kiss is just never enough.” Jake sulkily muttered as he sat back upright, staring at you with the most puppy-like anger. He feigned his own snobbish sniff. “But my girlfriend started falling out of love with me around two weeks ago so-”

“Oh, shut up,” you threw a pillow at his face. He caught it swiftly but as he opened his mouth to protest, you turned to walk back to your table and yelled over your shoulder, “If you’re so desperate for love, go make out with Layla or something!”

“Hey! That’s my daughter you’re talking about!”

You rolled your eyes.

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— soft moments with na jaemin.

⍣ subtle pda; linking your pinkies together while walking or you finding yourself casually grasping the sleeve of his hoodie while crossing the road.

⍣ you falling more in love with him as you watch the way his eyes light up when talking about something he loves. or the way he looks at you with such tenderness in his eyes when he thinks no one is watching.

⍣ you distracting him to steal food from his plate and playfully sticking your tongue out at him when you get caught; him just shaking his head with a faux-annoyed look in his eyes, and a small half-smile on his lips before he happily puts more food from his plate into yours. “eat more,”

⍣ when he’s tired, he puts a pillow on your lap and rests his head on it. you two stay like that quietly, not finding the need to speak as you let your favorite songs fill the silence, you gently playing with his hair as he closes his eyes and lets himself rest.

⍣ you brushing his bangs out of his eyes when his hair gets long and giggling at the way his eyes narrow at you when you tell him that he needs a haircut.

⍣ after every argument or fight, jaemin always wordlessly apologizes by doing little things for you like waking up early to make you coffee or tea just the way you like it and a hearty breakfast; afterwards asking if he can kiss you and softly mumbling apologies into the kiss.

⍣ so many instances of you two lost in your own little world, forgetting that there are other people around you; him leaning in your ear to whisper a comment on something funny that he just observed, making you laugh like you’re sharing an inside joke, him smiling as he watches you laugh and you asking ‘what?’ to which he replies with ‘you’re pretty.’ this makes you smile which makes him smile wider as you gaze at each other until someone interrupts.

⍣ one night, he comes home drunk and he plops next to you on the bed, whispering i love you as he tucks the cover more securely over you; you jokingly ask him oh yeah? for how long? and he says sincerely, his voice hoarse and serious yet somehow looking light-hearted, his eyes hazy, “forever. will love you forever and ever, y/n,” he whispers, pressing a few too many kisses over your face before falling asleep in your arms. the next morning, you think he has forgotten but before he rushes out the door, he gives you a quick kiss, “i love you,” he says with a knowing smirk, “forever.” now it has become a little tradition between the two of you to add that ‘forever’ after every i love you.

Are We Out of Cheetos? — Na Jaemin

genre: fluff | word count: 645

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Jaemin was in a good mood today, evident in the way he was already singing his third song in the shower with no plans to stop anytime soon. His phone was blasting mainstream pop songs that you could hear all the way in the living room. You didn’t mind and loved his voice even when he purposely sang off key.

Going through all the cabinets and checking even the gaps in between drawers, you were searching high and low for the bag of Cheetos you had bought a whole week ago. You were positive you didn’t eat it, but you weren’t sure if Jaemin did. Late night snacks were no joke to you; you took them as seriously as breakfast or dinner. The craving for those Cheetos grew with every minute of your search.

“Jaemin, are we out of Cheetos?” You shouted from outside the bathroom, adamant about getting your snack.

Neither you nor Jaemin locked the bathroom door while showering, just in case the other person needed to use it or grab something from the cabinet. There would usually be some warning beforehand, however: footsteps, knocks on the door, or a simple “I’m coming in!”

Jaemin heard none of those today. His singing, the loud music, and the running shower drowned out every sound irrelevant to his solo concert. You didn’t know that he couldn’t hear you and thought he was just being cheeky and ignoring your very vital question.

You freely walked in. The R&B music was reverberating in the humid room, scent of vanilla body wash clinging to the air.

Jaemin was still attempting to belt out the high note he couldn’t reach in “Leave the Door Open.” His vocal cords reduced his sounds to something you could still tolerate after dating him for so long, but you wouldn’t be surprised if your neighbor filed a noise complaint.

You curled your fingers around the shower curtain and yanked it back, revealing a soapy Jaemin, body wash remnants still sitting on his collarbones.

“Are we—”

Jaemin didn’t know he had the talent to reach such high notes until he let out a bloodcurdling scream at the sudden intrusion. His eyes widened to the size of saucers as he scrambled to defend himself against who he thought was a murderer. That was what he always saw in slasher films.

“Stop screaming! It’s just me!” You flinched at his volume. “Are we out of Cheetos?”

It was possible to see someone’s soul physically leave their body; you swore you just witnessed that happening in front of your own eyes. Jaemin looked a little paler, his eyes glazed over, arms still raised in defense mode. He stayed in the same position for a few moments, and you just blinked back at him, little droplets of water from the shower staining your clothes.

“….It’s on the nightstand,” Jaemin said, finally closing his mouth that had dropped out of shock.

You grinned gleefully and nodded, “You may carry on!” After yanking the curtain back to the way it was, you exited the bathroom and skipped across the hall to your shared bedroom. A half eaten bag of Cheetos sitting on the nightstand had never looked so enticing before. You munched on it while scrolling through social media.

A few minutes later, you heard the shower head turn off, music coming to an abrupt stop. Jaemin stormed into the bedroom with a huff, hair still damp, his pajamas buttoned incorrectly in a rush. “I almost had a heart attack back there! What would you have done if I had just died like that?! You could’ve been widowed.”

You chuckled at his antics, eyes returning to your phone, and you just knew he was pouting even more at your nonchalance. “Alright, we aren’t even married.”

“Your future husband could’ve died!”

“Okay, future husband, would you like some Cheetos?”