Forever And Always — Sjy & Psh

❣︎ ⎯⎯ i’ve got you .

PAIRING ! jay park x reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.2k

PROMPT(S) ! 23. brushing strands of hair away ;; 24. patting their head // requested by @koishua <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! i wrote this a while ago, and since i don’t rlly have anything prepared, i thought i’d just post this early since i’m experiencing a lack of inspiration to write anything lately anyways djdjdjd

“hey, hey! what’s wrong?” jay asked, concern filling his voice as he quickly made his way over to you.

you were now sitting up right on the couch after having just woken up from a vicious nightmare, the terrible feelings still lingering within your chest from just moments before.

jay sat down beside you.

“bad dream?” he asked softly, lifting up one of his hands and brushing strands of hair away from your face.

you nodded sadly, leaning your head against his chest as his arms engulfed your tired form.

“let’s go to sleep, okay?” he asked you. “i’ll bring you to bed.”

you shook your head, “i don’t wanna.”

“why-“

“i’m scared i’m gonna dream about it again. i can’t,” you told him fearfully as you sat up to look into his eyes.

“don’t worry, love. it’s highly, highly unlikely to happen,” he responded. “plus, i’ll be right by your side. you have nothing to be scared of. and if anything ever happens to you, i’ll protect you, no matter what.”

he left a kiss on your cheek.

“now let’s go,” he told you, patting your head lightheartedly as he began to stand up, pulling you along with him with his other hand. “i’ve got you.”

A/N. ik this one’s quite short today, but i still hope you liked it nonetheless !! <3 feedback and reblogs are always appreciated ^_^ love u guys <3

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“so how do you draw these heart shapes on lattes?”

it’s a genuine question. maybe. or maybe it’s the lighting—the soft, golden glow of the café’s overhead bulbs making your eyes sparkle when you look at jake.

he stumbles a little, just a fraction, nearly forgetting the steaming jug of milk in his hand. a few droplets spill over the edge, and he steadies himself right on time before he does something absolutely humiliating, like dropping the whole thing.

you notice. of course, you do.

“you okay there?” your voice is teasing, lips quirking up at the corners.

jake clears his throat, setting the milk down with what he hopes is effortless coolness. “yeah! totally fine. great, even.”

you hum, unconvinced. but you don’t push, instead resting your chin on your palm, elbow propped on the counter as you watch him.

it’s late. the café is empty, save for the two of you. the doors are flipped to closed, chairs stacked on tables, the hum of the espresso machine the only sound filling the space. jake should be wiping down counters, finishing up for the night. but instead, he's here, making you one last latte.

not because you asked. because he offered.

“okay,” he says, forcing himself to focus. “latte hearts. right. first, you start pouring from higher up—like this—so the milk blends into the espresso. then, when it’s nearly full, you bring it lower and kinda... wiggle it to make the shape.”

you blink. “wiggle it?”

“yes, wiggle it. this is an advanced technique, y/n, don’t mock me.”

you grin. “so this is how you impress girls, huh? latte art and coffee shop charm?”

jake chokes on air.

“i—what?” he sputters.

“oh, come on,”you say, tilting your head. “you’ve got the whole cute barista with perfect hair and a pretty smile thing going on. and you flirt with everyone—i’ve seen it.”

he gapes at you. “i do not—”

“you so do,” you counter, smirking. then, a pause. a shift. your voice softens just a little as you add, “so tell me, jake. do you give every girl latte hearts, or am i just special?”

oh.

oh, he is so done for.

jake grips the milk jug a little tighter, steadying himself. he could play it off, laugh it away like he always does. but something about the way you're looking at him, like you already know the answer, makes him decide on something bolder.

he finishes the pour, the heart shape forming perfectly on the surface of the coffee, and slides the cup toward you.

“considering i just made this one after closing hours, for free,” he says, smirking, “i’d say you’re pretty damn special.”

you blink, eyes flickering between him and the cup. then, slowly, you pick it up and take a sip.

and that’s when jake sees it.

the tiniest bit of foam, clinging to your upper lip.

his brain short-circuits.

because you, completely unaware, are licking your lips slightly, and it’s not helping, and jake knows he should just tell you—hey, you’ve got a little something right there—but instead, his body moves on autopilot.

he reaches forward, thumb grazing over your lip, wiping the foam away in one slow, easy motion.

you freeze.

jake doesn’t move either. his hand hovers for a second too long, thumb still tingling from the contact.

“oh,” you say, voice quieter now.

his lips twitch. “oh?”

your gaze flickers to his, and there’s something different in your expression—something playful, something dangerous.

“just thinking,” you murmur, leaning in slightly, a dangerous smirk on your face, “if you do this for all your customers, or if this is part of my special treatment too.”

jake huffs out a laugh, dropping his hand but not stepping back.

“y/n,” he says, voice low, “it this was really special treatment…” he grabs a marker from the counter, scribbles something on your cup sleeve, and slides it back to you.

you glance down.

dinner tomorrow? yes and no. with two little boxes beside them.

your heart skips.

slowly, you uncap the marker, eyes locked on his the entire time, and check the box.

yes.

jake grins, leaning against the counter, impossibly close.

“good choice.”

before he can step away, before he can fully let himself process the situation, you suddenly lean in and press a quick, featherlight kiss against his cheek.

jake almost malfunctions.

his brain goes blank. his face heats up instantly, warmth blooming from where your lips had just been. he barely registers the way you pull back, smiling like you just did not ruin him in the span of a second.

“thanks for the coffee, jake,” you murmur, fingers lightly tapping the cup as you get up from your seat.

jake is still frozen in place.

you laugh, stepping backward toward the door. “don’t be late for our date tomorrow.”

and then, with a final wink, you’re gone.

jake just stands there, heart pounding, hand slowly coming up to touch his cheek.

he is so screwed.

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clingy moments with ot7 enhypen

okok for those who voted on the poll hear me out. i am working on the rent a bf au beomgyu fic but i realised quickly that it might take a while nsfdwgdfs so for those who wanted ot7 first stay winning!!! im soooo bad at these sorts of posts so pls bear with me as i get comfortable with this format hehehehhe ><

word count : 0.9k // warnings: a little angst in sunoo/jungwon's!

heeseung is clingy in moments of mundanity. it was almost unusual how his generally reserved nature seemed to melt away the moment things went quiet. whether in the morning, when he trailed after you like an unrelenting shadow as you went about getting ready even despite him having nowhere to be, or on long train rides, where he would rest his head on your shoulder and hold your waist tight, he always sought you out in the little bits of time throughout the day when time seemed to slow down, as if to savour the feeling of the clock ticking second by second with you by his side.

jay is clingy when tired. you struggle to think of anyone in your life that works as hard as your boyfriend does, so when he finally feels it all catch up to him in the early afternoon and a nap is due, it becomes his mission to locate you as soon as possible. he shrugs any other attempts to communicate from others off as he focuses solely on his task and sighs with relief when you always accept him with open arms, eager to soothe his shoulders tense with the impossible weight of his daily responsibilities, even if it means abandoning whatever you were occupied with prior to curl up on the couch with him and bury your fingers in tufts of his hair with his forehead pressed against your collar.

jake is clingy around others. something about having you next to him as he chatters around his congregation of friends sprawled out over a mountain of blankets and cushions, movie long abandoned for conversations filled with giggles and smiles that lingered in the light of the television, has butterflies fluttering in his stomach for a reason he can’t explain but eagerly accepts. he wraps his arm around your shoulders and presses his head against yours, hands laced together as you blush and stammer over the way the group oohs and aahs over his unabashed displays of affection, and he surmises that it must just be that he loves to show the world how lucky he is to have you.

sunghoon is clingy in moments of joy. sunghoon sometimes struggles with showing affection, instead relying on carefully crafted messages and sticky notes stuck to the fridge haphazardly as he leaves for work to express his feelings when they overflow and spill out in a way he can’t ignore and simply has to put into words–but when he can’t keep the air in his lungs and doubles over in laughter, eyes twinkling and lips pulled into a delirious smile, he feels almost dizzy with happiness when he pulls you into his embrace, tucking his flushed face into your hair and pressing a chaste kiss beneath your ear when he can finally breathe again. 

sunoo is clingy when upset. there’s little he dreads more than when that dark cloud hanging over his head decides to descend upon him at the end of a hard day, a bitter taste filling his mouth while he fights the urge to crawl under his covers and lock the door—but before he can think you’re there like an angel and looking at him with all of the care in the world as you ask him what’s wrong and he can’t help but be pulled into your orbit, immediately stepping into your open arms and letting his sadness spill out against the fabric of your sweater, praying silently that next time you would be there again to hold him.

jungwon is clingy in moments of failure. being someone who is generally hard on himself irrespective of success or failure, it only hits him harder when those ugly feelings of disappointment and regret come crawling up his throat when he truly makes a mistake, rendering him almost immobile as his mind whirs with endless questions. where had he gone wrong? did he not try hard enough? was there something else he could’ve done? only you can coax him out of this, with his face in your hands and gentle reassurances that have his doubts crumbling around him, and he can’t help but pull you in closer, hoping that he could bask in the feeling of your warm skin against his forever and keep his worries at bay in a way no one else ever could.

riki is clingy in bed. maybe you found it endearing initially, but these days you find it a gargantuan task to get to sleep with your boyfriend wrapped around you like a moth to a flame, limbs impossibly entangled in yours and soft breath on your neck. if you fidget or get hot easily, you have an even harder time cut out for you, because his grip on you is solid and he runs like a furnace. at one point, on one of the rare occasions that you could pry yourself from his iron grip, you tried sleeping in the lounge—only to wake up not even an hour later pressed against the back of the couch by his large frame, his eyes fluttered closed peacefully as if to taunt you. he insists he’s a heavy sleeper, but with the way his lips quirked up into a tiny smile when you sighed in resignation and pulled him closer, you find it hard to believe.

je t’aime.

➞ pairing: best friend!heeseung x gn!reader.

➞ prompt/type of au: “ah, pretty, why are you blushing this hard? all i did was say ‘i love you’ in french.”

➞ genre: fluff. kinda bff2l implied?? shrugs.

➞ w.c: 0.8k words.

➞ tw: one (1) swear word. heeseung being flirty (heeseung himself is a big warning…)

ela says💬: happy v-day! this is so self-indulgent like,, the chokehold this man has on me?? impressive. anyways, this is small, but i hope you like it nonetheless^^ / feedback is always welcomed and deeply appreciated<3

DAY 1 OUT OF 7 — the season of love. ♡

“Y/n! Can you come here for a second?” Your best friend’s voice echoes through your shared apartment, so accommodating some dishes you just finished washing and drying inside the cupboard, you turn around and start making your way towards him.

“Coming!”

Entering Heeseung’s room, you see him sitting right beside his desk on his office’s chair, a small, mischievous smile adorning his pretty lips. His dirty-blonde hair is sticking everywhere, but it makes him look so cute under the dimmed lights of the place. He’s wearing that damned sleeveless white top he hasn’t let go since he bought it, and you wouldn’t admit it out loud because you knew you would be targeted to endless teasing, but he looked really good (but it’s Lee Heeseung we’re talking about here, he always looked good with everything), and his reading glasses are perched on his pretty upturned nose. There’s plenty of notebooks thrown around along with books on his work table, his laptop placed right in the middle of the chaos, a word document opened and displaying thousands of words, of what you assume, is his homework.

“What’s up, Hee?” You walk to him to pat his head in an endearing way, making him giggle a little. Sitting on the corner of his bed, you give him a curious stare, making him bite the inside of his cheek at your cute face.

Heeseung clears his throat, pointing behind his shoulder and towards his laptop. “I was doing my french homework, mind me if I practice some words with you?”

The boy gets closer to you after you shake your head in a negative manner, muttering under your breath a small confirmation, “go ahead.” Heeseung takes this as a cue to get closer, since he was now a few meters away from you. You could feel that familiar warmness exuding from his frame, the faint smell of his musky cologne filling your senses and making your head start to feel dizzy.

The boy gets a soft hold of your hand so he can start playing around with your fingers absentmindedly, while he looks you dead in the eye with something between the lines of playfulness and child-like feeling hiding behind his pretty brown orbs.

“Bonjour,” he starts, tilting his head a little in expectation at your answer. Laughing, you nod your head. You would be lying if you said you were an expert in knowing a different language, barely managing to speak your mother tongue in a not-so perfect manner, but you weren’t that clueless, so of course you knew what that word meant.

“Bonjour.”

You repeat his greeting nonchalantly, and Heeseung giggles once again, flashing his beautiful smile at you. Being so entranced by his natural beauty, you don’t even notice him getting much closer than before, knees brushing against the other, one of his hands ghosting over your thigh as he tries his best to keep a neutral face.

“Mon amour,” Heeseung whispers in a soft manner, his gaze never leaving yours as he brings your hand closer to his face. “Je t’aime.”

Then, he does the unimaginable: Heeseung leaves an endearing kiss right on your knuckles while never breaking the eye contact with you, making your breath hitch in your throat and thousand butterflies erupt in your stomach at the simple, but lovely action.

There’s a silence that keeps prolonging itself the more the two of you just stare at each other, the dimmed lights not allowing you to seize in his reactions.

Before you can open your mouth to question him further about what the fuck happened just seconds ago, the boy starts chuckling, letting go of your hand (you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling disappointed at this) and getting a hold of chin with his pointer and thumb fingers.

“Ah, pretty, why are you blushing this hard?” The boy says as he tries his best to fight back the smirk that was threatening to form on his face, a teasing tone lingering behind his words. “All I did was say “I love you” in french.”

You felt like choking with your own air at hearing that. Playing it down with clearing your throat, you scoff at him as you look away from his stupidly attractive face.

“Fuck off!— Don’t do that. Stop.”

Heeseung gives you another boyish laugh, “don’t do what, exactly? Do I stop calling you pretty? Or… Do I stop telling you ‘I love you’ in french?”

You don’t answer him, but it’s still enough of a reply for him when you try to play it down by rolling your eyes.

Standing up, the boy walks to you and leaves a chaste kiss on the crown of your head. You hear him mutter something along the lines of “you’re so cute,” and then, he turns around and starts walking towards the kitchen, sparing you the aftermath you were probably feeling because of the small interaction you just had (and to also calm down the erratic beating of his heart at his sudden boldness.)

Heeseung knew what he was doing, of course he knew the effect he had on you.

It made him happy to know that there was some kind of hope for the silent feelings he has held for you for so long now.

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UNDERSTAND | CHAPTER 4: u mean *OUR girlfriend

warnings: cursing, lowercase intended

word count: ~1.2k

“right this way ma’am.” you follow a producer through a park located by the han river. it was a gorgeous day outside, perfect for whatever was planned for you and this mystery date. “are you nervous?” the producer asks you with a smile. all you can do is put your best idol face on and tell him that you’re excited.

it wasn’t a complete lie but you weren't exactly sure what you were feeling at the moment. a bundle of nerves, anticipation, and anxiety were all jumbled in the pit of your stomach. in just a few short minutes, you were finally going to meet your “husband.” what if you said something stupid? what if you tripped over your own feet and fell on your face? your career would be over before it’s even gotten started, you think to yourself.

running our hands over your light purple dress, you focus on smoothing out any wrinkles as a way to de-stress. first impressions meant a lot to you and you couldn’t have anything out of place, especially if your partner was cute (which you really hope he is). when there were no more wrinkles in sight, you were stopped by the producers. “alright, when we say action just keep walking and act as natural as possible? got it?” you simply nod your head and get yourself ready to film. you should be used to the cameras at this point, but it always takes a bit of time to adjust.

once the cameras start rolling, you continue walking and spot bright, pink bows wrapped around the trees. you look at the crew with a confused smile. they gesture for you to keep going, so you follow the trail of trees with the cute bows. the decor eventually leads you to an open area with a blanket on the ground, holding an assortment of snacks and foods. you sit on a cushion and take a moment to look at everything laid out before you

you’ve been on many picnics before with your members but none as extravagant as this one. the white blanket and pillows are the softest you’ve ever felt and there are so, so many types of foods displayed that must’ve cost a pretty penny. perks of having a production crew funding your dates you guess.

from behind you, jay slowly walks up with the big bouquet in his hands. though no one could tell, jay was just as nervous as you were. he makes himself believe it’s because he’s afraid you wouldn’t like what he planned. did he go too simple? were you one for more fancier meals? he thinks it's just the pressure of the date turning out well for the views and he’s definitely not nervous about who you could be. no, he doesn’t care at all. he just needs to get through this first filming so he can go back to the dorms to play games with his members.

at this point, jay is so close, but you have no clue since you’re still admiring everything around you. you swear you could hear the staff giggling in the distance but before you could question it, someone’s arms wrap around you while setting a bouquet of white flowers on your lap. a gasp leaves your lips and you turn around, finally seeing the face of your husband for the first time.

park jongseong. your pretend husband for the next couple of months is no other than park. jongseong. realizing you haven’t moved in what felt like an eternity, you quickly stand up making sure to bow to him. even though you’re internally freaking out, you don’t forget your manners (you also don’t forget how disastrous it would be for a rookie idol getting caught not respecting their senior.) “uhh hi. I’m park jongseong, but you can call me jay.” his hand reaches for yours to give a firm handshake and your skin becomes hot by this little interaction. your brain is short circuiting because what the fuck? THE park jay not only touched your hand but also had his arms wrapped around you? yeah, you definitely weren’t surviving the day.

affter getting over your mental breakdown, you finally find the words to introduce yourself. “hi! i’m yn. thanks for the flowers by the way, they’re beautiful.” jay doesn’t miss the wide smile adorning your lips and he mentally thanks heeseung for the suggestion. “well shall we?” he gestures for you two to sit down and start eating the picnic food. there’s an awkward yet comforting silence in the air as you guys are enjoying the delicious treats the crew prepared.

jay notices how every two minutes you have to adjust the bag on your lap that’s covering your legs. stupid, stupid, stupid he thinks to himself. he hated that his idea of a picnic could’ve made you even a little uncomfortable in your pretty dress. he moves to take his jacket off and drapes it over to cover you and for the second time today, jay’s actions surprise you. the kind gesture makes your heart swell and you can’t help but blush.

“so…”

“so…”

“this is kind of awkward, isn’t it?” you ask with a nervous laugh. “ i mean yeah, but don’t first dates always start out like this?” you nod your head and look away for a moment, spotting both of your managers taking photos of you guys. putting your attention back on jay, you shrug your shoulders. “I wouldn’t know i’ve never been on one.” when jay says he hasn’t been on one as well, you feel yourself relax. It comforts you that you both don't know what the hell you’re doing here.

after that exchange you find it quite easy to converse with jay. you match each other’s energies, quickly becoming comfortable enough to tease one another. the two of you start getting to know each other better with topics ranging from trainee days to what your personality types are.

a little later you express how it’d be a nice day to take pictures but your phone had died on the way there. upon hearing that, jay surprises you for a third time, offering to take pictures for you on his phone. “we have to exchange contacts anyways so i’ll send them to you. it’s no biggie.”

jay wishes he got a staff member or manager to take pictures of you because he’s finding it really hard to complete this simple task. taking pictures is like second nature to him but suddenly he can’t bring himself to focus. not when you’re standing right in front of him looking so pretty while posing with the flowers HE got for you. pretty? did he just call you pretty? he won’t lie to himself. you’re a gorgeous woman, anyone would be blind to not see that. he pushes those thoughts to the back of his head, leaving them to deal with later.

“and cut! okay good job guys. we’ll see you next time.” the producer’s voice rings in your ears and you’re reminded that this whole time you were filming. the awkward energy between you and jay returns and you’re not sure what to do next. “thanks for everything jay. i really enjoyed myself today.”

“it was my pleasure, really. i had a lot of fun too. i’ll text you the pictures later, yeah?” you two bid each other goodbye and as you’re walking back to the van your manager nudges your shoulder. “so, jay huh?” you playfully roll your eyes at his statement and try to fight the smile creeping onto your lips.

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↻ PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader

↻ GENRE ! tooth rotting fluff

↻ WC ! 4.5k new record woop

↻ WARNINGS ! fake chainsaw in niki’s, ynwon slapping each others butts i dunno?!

a/n: this request was so detailed and creative, lots of credit goes to the amazing anon <3

please enjoy, especially dear anonnie who requested this, and thank you again~

// LEE HEESEUNG !

when heeseung first found out you didn’t know how to ride a bike, he started laughing

“seriously? that’s adorable,” he thinks for a moment, “and a perfect date idea.”

your eyes widened, “wait, what?”

there’s no turning back now

before you knew it, heeseung had ushered you to an empty parking lot, his bike being pulled along next to him the whole time

“yah, if i fall and break my back you’re paying for the hospital bill.” you mutter, arms crossed as you watch your boyfriend lower the bike’s seat to suit your height

he snickers, reaching into his backpack to take out his helmet, “you really think i’d let you fall? stop worrying and put this on.”

you huff in defeat, walking over to the boy and allowing him to buckle the helmet securely around your head

after continuing to baby you by helping strap on the elbow and knee pads, heeseung starts giggling uncontrollably

“you look like a little kid,” he coos in adoration

you pout, smacking his shoulder, “i don’t wanna hear it, you’re the one making me do this.”

heeseung doesn’t deny that, instead deciding to help you get up and onto his bike for the first time

“so, first make sure you always have a strong grip on both handles,” he instructs, guiding your hands in his up to the front of the bike, “and be careful not to lean your body to one side, or you’re just going to fall over.”

after explaining more of the basics, heeseung eventually allows you to begin pedalling for the first time, his hand protectively wrapped around your waist as he slowly jogs along next to you

“see, you already got it!”

“now i really feel like a little kid,” you laugh, continuing to slowly drive along the concrete

heeseung smiles in adoration, “you definitely look like one,” he teases playfully.

“let me take a picture for my lock screen,” he suddenly decides, removing his hand from your waist to pull out his phone

wait, he what

why the hell would he do that? you’ve only been on this thing for a minute and he thinks you’re ready to go?!

the second you no longer feel your boyfriend’s grip steadying you, you start losing control out of nervousness

“hee!” you scream as you begin zig zagging uncoordinatedly, attempting to slow yourself down

meanwhile this idiot was in the middle of opening his camera app, looking up to see you a frightening distance away from him and completely out of control

but luckily, this boy had some long ass legs

he sprinted over to you just in time, wrapping his arms around you to grab the handles right before you inevitably fell over

“never fear, your knight is here~” he says cheesily, as if you didn’t just almost fall to your death

you scoff, “you’re cringe.”

by the end of the day, you’ve become a bike riding pro with the help of a determined heeseung

you can successfully move on your own now, and heeseung took pride in it, saying it was his ‘amazing teaching methods’

you let him believe what he wants… 😒

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LHS ☆ MIDNIGHT SOLACE

summary: because in silent nights like these, all heeseung needs after a tiring day is you.

heeseung x reader. established relationship; fluff. 851 word count. song: winter sleep by iu ☆

a/n: fingers crossed im hoping the tags work i've posted this twice last week huhu but anyways i'm in my soft hee hours today.

lee heeseung always comes home in the late hours of the night.

it’s exhausting, and it always has been for as long as he can remember.

the heavy weight that has been hanging on top of his head during the day would always fall right onto his shoulders once he steps foot into his home. it has become a routine at this point—to quietly lock the door, stop for a moment, close his eyes and let out a prolonged sigh.

but no matter how tired he was or no matter how much he dreaded the night, there is only one reason why he likes it.

a small smile forms into the corners of his lips as he watches you lying down on one side of the bed.

how could he afford to hate such nights when he gets to come home and see you like this?

hair splayed, eyes shut and breath steady—you look so calm, so peaceful. in his eyes, you are pretty no matter what time of the day, but it’s at moments like this that makes him think this is the prettiest you’ve ever been.

though there’s only one thing that ticks him off.

a pillow.

that damn pillow you always snuggle with so close in your sleep.

he doesn't like the way you’re holding on to it tightly as if you are afraid to let go. after all, that should be him. he should be the one you get to wrap your arms around on.

slow and gentle, heeseung removes the pillow from between your arms and places it on the other side of the bed in order to not wake you. but all his efforts collapse like a house of cards when your eyes slowly open and stare right into him.

"hee? is that you?” you ask in a hushed voice.

“of course, it’s me.” he assures you with a grin. “did i wake you up?”

“no, you didn't. it’s just… why did you move the pillow away?”

heeseung’s hand finds itself on the crown of your head and pats it with all the tenderness on his fingertips. “so i could sleep next to you, love.”

you groan, “there’s so much space on the other side. sleep there instead. i’m too lazy to move.”

"but i want to cuddle with you right now.” he pouts, but then a soft laugh from you swirls across the silent air.

“are you perhaps jealous of a pillow?”

heeseung could only widen his eyes as his cheeks are burning up like fire at your words. him? jealous of something that doesn't even move? it’s absurd, though the rapid beatings of his heart say otherwise.

“seriously? a pillow, hee?”

“you hug it every night! how could i not be jealous?” he scoffs. at this point, he’s aware that he seems childish, but he can't help it when he’s with you.

“you know i can't sleep unless i have something to hug,” you chuckle.

“then hug me instead.”

“gladly.”

when you open your arms wide, heeseung dives in almost immediately as if he was being welcomed by the ocean at his presence, the waves closing in on him and pulling him into the depths of your embrace. the scent of your cologne fills his senses when he buries his face into the crook of your neck, and when he finally closes his eyes, it feels like he’s suspended under the waters—untied from all the tension as his exhaustion could only dissipate into bubbles.

it’s a power, really, one where a hug from you seems to make his worries disappear in a blink of an eye and one where it makes a certain warmth bloom in his chest.

all because of you.

“tired?” you ask as you look down at him and stroke his cheek with the palm of your hand, tracing over every detail on his skin like forming constellations in the sky. he is so delicate, so fragile under your touch.

“mhm,” he takes in a deep breath before muttering under his breath, “so much.”

no matter how many times heeseung comes home looking like he lost the world, it’s impossible to get used to the way he tugs at your heart every time. just the sight of him alone makes your chest tighten and tears threaten to spill, almost as if you can feel his pain.

if only you could, because by then, would he feel better? would feeling his pain assure him that he wasn't alone? that you would be his constant even when time wasn't? that all things would pass but you would always stay?

because you’d do anything, even if it meant trading in the stars just to know that he’s alright.

“go to sleep,” you pull him closer and he shuffles lazily towards you. when his breathing slows and steadies, you wish for time to still.

and now, with heeseung in your arms instead, you’re finally able to fall asleep.

no matter how many pillows the world could offer or no matter how soft they could be, nothing could ever compare to the solace heeseung brings.

I forgot who's the user who posted an explanation about the alchemy of sould regarding the truth between naksu and cho yeong but like. . . I just realized... So, throughout the series, Jang Uk fell in love with Jin Seolran ? 😭 Since, Seolran is Naksu because the antagonist uncle (forgot his name) switched her (seolran/buyeon) with cho yeong and used cho yeong's angst story for naksu ¿ Am I right ? I need answers 😭😭😭😭

thinking about sleepy boyfriend jungwon; cuddling in bed with him after a long, tiring day, and simply basking in one another’s presence. he has an arm wrapped around your waist, his body curled close to yours— and in the close proximity, you can see the way his eyelids lightly flutter close at occasional moments, cheeks slightly puffy as they’re smooshed against the silky pillow; his hairs disheveled and messy, but in the most endearing of ways possible— and his lips are ever so slightly parted in an attempt to stay awake throughout the conversation.

and when you gaze up to meet his eyes, you’re met with, what has to be, the cutest sight that you’ve ever seen— he’s nodding ever so lightly to absolute silence, and it strikes you as obvious that he’s trying his best to keep his eyes open; “baby, you look beyond exhausted.. how about we pause here for tonight?” you’d ask, only to hear the softest “mm-mm”, his body snuggling closer to your embrace— “you can keep going, i’m not at all tired, baby”, he’d mumble, head buried in the crook of your neck.

before you’d know it, he’d be knocked-out asleep in the next three minutes, soft, hushed snores falling from his lips as he continues to drape an arm around your build.

woah the first one 😩