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jeneseoquoi · 9 months

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nct 127 | hyung line + fluff

♡ random fluff with our favorite ilichil hyungs ♡

(note: i was listening to 'eleven' by khalid when writing these so they were originally gonna be like time stamp scenarios, but then it just turned into random fluff for jn, ty, dy, and yt. so basically ignore the random time stamp in taeil's lmao. also, i was going to do all nine members until i hit a block therefore it's only hyung line for now. if you guys want a part two for the rest of the members, let me know! oh and i'm notorious for switching tenses in my fic writing so if that bothers you, this here is your warning lmao.)

taeil: the sunlight bleeding through the light colored curtains, taeil’s soft hums as he moved about the kitchen and the subtle warmth from the bacon frying on the stove made for such a peaceful morning. you glanced at the clock as you pulled the eggs out of the fridge, carrying them over to the stove; 11:31 am. taeil wasn’t normally this eager to get out of bed at this time, but when he heard your stomach growl for the fourth time that morning, he just couldn’t go back to sleep. not when his love was practically starving.

“what are you smiling about?” taeil questioned, breaking you out of your short daze.

“nothing.” you giggled causing him to cock an eyebrow. “this is just nice. the two of us, cooking breakfast together in our own apartment. nowhere to be but here, with each other.” you sighed happily. taeil couldn’t help but laugh at your sudden tenderness.

“you’re so sentimental honey,” he walked over to you, pecking your cheek, “but you’re right.” he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. his fingers played with the diamond on your left finger, sighing in contentment.

“there’s no place i’d rather be than here at home with you.”

johnny: you sipped the last of your wine as you put the finishing touches on the canvas in front of you.

“okay! ready when you are.” you smiled as you admired the masterpiece you created.

“it’s about time.” johnny retorted sarcastically. “okay, on three. one, two, three.”

you both picked up your canvases, turning them to face each other before busting out laughing.

as your guys’ laughter died down, you spoke up “it’s safe to say that maybe we shouldn’t have had two whole bottles of wine BEFORE starting the paintings.”

he laughed loudly, “nah, that makes this so much better honestly. these belong in the louvre.”

you giggled, absentmindedly reaching for your glass, but stopped shortly as you remembered the last drops you finished just moments ago.

“looks like you’re empty. should I pop open the next bottle?” he asks, gesturing toward the empty glass in your hand.

you shake your head. you’d only been on a couple of dates with johnny so far, but he made you so comfortable. he was easy to talk to and get along with plus he made you laugh. not to mention he was undeniably attractive sat across from you with his bare face, loosened up black black button up, and an unmistakable lusty, hazy look in his eyes. it was no wonder how you eventually made your way to his side of the coffee table, and into his lap. as if instinctual, he wrapped his arms around you, settling them on your lower back.

“ready to call it a night? should i get you a taxi?” he questioned, trying to analyze your face.

you shook your head, “nope. as a matter of fact,” your voice barely above a whisper, looking between his eyes and lips, before leaning in, “i have something better we can do.”

a sly remark threatened to leave his lips, but before it had time, he leant forward meeting you the rest of the way.

taeyong: the elevator began to descend as you pressed the floor number for your boyfriend’s studio. stepping out as the elevator dinged, you made your way down the hallway, two coffees in hand. not long after knocking, the door to the studio flew open, revealing a smiling face.

“you’re here!” he exclaimed.

“i’m here! and i brought coffee.” you smiled back at him, carefully shaking the cups in your hand. he grabs them from you, leaning in to give you a peck as a greeting & thank you all in one.

“come in, i was just in a writing block and you’re the perfect inspiration i needed.” you could feel warmth rise in your chest from his sweet words. he pulls a chair next to his, patting the seat for you to sit, and you happily do.

“tell me what you think of this.” he plays the track he’s been working on, and you bop your head along to the beat until a familiar humming captures your attention. “wait, tae…is that me???”

a flush comes to his cheeks as he stops the track.

“maybe. do you remember where it’s from?” you try your best to recall, but it just doesn’t come to you. slightly amused by your stumped look, he gives you the answer.

“it’s from a few weeks ago when i was having trouble sleeping. you stayed up with me all night, and at some point you started humming. something about it was so soothing, that i was able to finally fall asleep to it. and it’s been stuck in my head since.” your face softens as he recounts the memory.

“so i thought, why not make it a song that i can listen to forever.”

you feel a burst of butterflies release in your stomach and before you can help it, you find yourself blurting out the words you’ve been wanting to say to him for a while.

“i love you taeyong.” he reached forward, clasping your hands in his and let out an excited giggle, “i love you too.”

yuta: you sighed deeply, throwing back what felt like your fourteenth shot of the night. you came to this new years eve party in hopes of getting to spend some quality time with and hopefully confessing to your crush, but since you guys arrived he’s been preoccupied with all his friends. i mean what did you expect, he did invite you to their annual lonely hearts nye bash, but you couldn’t help the part of you that hoped he invited you to make each other’s hearts less lonely. you shook your head, pouring yet another shot from the liquor bottle in hopes of drowning your thoughts. that was until you heard a familiar sound.

“alright it’s about a minute to midnight…” you heard the host of the ball drop say on the tv.

you jumped off the counter with a loud sigh, a sense of urgency suddenly taking over you. it was now or never. you threw back the shot and marched out of the kitchen in search of yuta. he wasn’t hard to find with his dark orange hair and sparkly party hat standing out in the small in crowd of his friends. you called his name, walking straight over to where he was standing in front of the TV with a shot glass.

“hey! where’ve you been? i thought you left.”

you shook your head, “yuta listen, I have something to tell you.”

“TWELVE, ELEVEN…” his friends started counting down.

“right now? can it wait?” he gave you a confused look.

it’s now or never. you shook your head, and tapped fully into your liquid courage.

“yuta, i like you. and i came here tonight because i want to be your new year’s kiss.” he looked like a deer caught in headlights at your sudden confession, but before his brain could even formulate a response he was interrupted by the shouts of his friends.

“FOUR, THREE, TWO…”

without another thought, he cupped both of his hands around your face, pressing his lips softly to yours. it was only a couple of seconds, but it was the best ones of the new year so far.

doyoung: it was early. too early almost, considering the amount of times you’d woken up through the night to tend to the new addition in your little family. it’d only been about two weeks since doyoung and you had brought home your new child, and it was safe to say the adjustment was proving to be more draining than you guys imagined. due to this, things around the house had started to pile up, quick. so it was a little surprising when you rolled over to the other side of the bed and felt…emptiness. the space was cold, meaning your partner hadn’t been occupying it for a while. you sat up, stretching your arms above your head before venturing out from under the warmth of the covers in search of him. on your way toward the kitchen, you stopped by your child’s room, barely inching the door open to see them fast asleep. you walked into the kitchen immediately spotting doyoung at the sink. a smile crept on your face as you watched him wash & rinse the dishes in his pink gloves. quietly making your way over to him, you wrapped your arms around his torso, startling him. he tsk’d, turning off the water and removing his gloves, before turning to face you.

“nooooo. why are you up?” he whined, making you scrunch your face at him.

“am I interrupting something?” you ask with a giggle.

“of course not, but…” he sighs, “i wanted to get the house cleaned up a bit before you woke up. i know you’ve been so tired lately, so i just wanted to take one more thing off your plate.”

a rush of warmness radiates over your body causing you to lean toward him for a kiss, which he happily accepts.

“you’re so good to me” you whisper against his lips before he pulls away. “i know. but you deserve it.”

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