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[honeydh]

LILACS AND DAFFODILS

MARK LEE

[PART 2 to BLUE HYACINTHS]

GENRE: hanahaki au, angst, some fluff, some comfort, more angst

WARNINGS: mentions of death, obviously. more than once. unedited

TAGLIST: @danoolah @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 @jising-jisang-jisung and that one anon from May

A/N: at no point did i know where this was going, and umm yeah. but a long awaited part two that i hope gets y’all to feel something <3

Flowers started arriving for you two days into your hospital stay. Every day, 8am. Sometimes it was pink and abundant peonies, sometimes sweet and small bouquets filled with lilacs and baby’s breath between. You didn’t know who they were from, but the little notes held poems that lifted your mood for the rest of the day. They helped you forget, for a little while at least, the reason you were in the hospital.

Your mind couldn’t help wandering back to that night. When you found out your long-term boyfriend had fallen for someone else, one of his coworkers. It was like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on you. And then came the aftermath.

The tearful confrontation in the car after the party, calling up your friend to stay with her, the shortly thereafter admission to the hospital when you could hardly function. You still refused to get the surgery that would save your shortening life, despite everything you still treasured the near two years you spent with the man that still held your heart in the palm of his hand.

A knock on the door brought you from your misery; it was one of your day nurses, the one that usually brought up your flowers. Today was a mixture of sunflowers, yellow roses, and delphinium. A soft smile tugged your muscles as you took them in, holding them up for a deep smell as you received them.

“You have quite the admirer,” Amy said, relieved that the flowers lifted your mood so much. Most Hanahaki Disease patients withered away in their beds, refusing the life saving surgery and passing away in their sleep from broken hearts and torn lungs.

You hummed. While the flowers were indeed lovely, it still confused you to no end who was sending them. Your friend every day reaffirmed that Jaemin had no idea you were even in the hospital, so it couldn’t be him. You didn’t want it to be anyway, it would just make you more miserable.

“What’s the note today?” Amy asked, peering over the top of the bouquet. You opened the card, silently reading over it first, furrowing your brows more and more.

‘I hope this isn’t out of line, but can I buy you a drink? To replace the one I spilled that night’

-M

“Oh, a hint!” Amy exclaimed after you read it aloud. “So you do know the one sending the flowers.”

You tilted your head. “Not really. Not personally anyway. I think I do know who it is though…” you trailed.

“So? Are you gonna agree to it?”

You lifted a shoulder. “Even if I wanted to, how would I let him know?”

Amy hummed. “Maybe let the flower shop know. They keep track of regular customers, and it seems like he picks the flowers out himself rather than ordering online.”

The next day another bouquet came, but the note was back to the usual poem. There wasn’t any theme to them, like they were selected as if they were his favorites. They were all lovely, as any form of art held a special place in your heart.

You brought up the request first thing when your friend came by for her daily visit. She thought the same as Amy, that you knew him, until you told her about the small incident at the party that night. You thought back on his behavior. He had been very kind, and he had been concerned about your appearance even back then. You wonder if he knew Jaemin.

Regardless, you figured that if you were gonna die in a couple months anyway, what was the harm in meeting ‘M’? So you sent an email to the flower shop with your message, and waited.

The next day, your flowers were late. Amy didn’t bring them in, and every time she came to check on you it was the same. Around noon, a knock let you know it was lunch time. Except, the door opened to a bouquet, behind which fluffy dark brown hair half covered dark brown eyes. It was weird seeing someone again that you’ve only met briefly before. A tentative smile greeted you, to which a corner of your own mouth couldn’t help quirking up with in response. That, and the flowers that made you smile no matter what.

“Hello again,” his deep voice filled the quiet space.

“Hello,” you murmured. You couldn’t take your eyes off his as he walked slowly up to your bedside. You motioned at the chair nearby so he could sit, at the same time he held the flower— daisies, carnations, yellow roses— out to you. The bouquet hit your hand with a hollow sound, as ‘M’ stuttered out an apology.

“O-Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! He-here these are for you.” You watched in fascination as his ears grew a deep red and his eyes fell to your scratchy hospital blanket in embarrassment.

A hand flew to cover your mouth as you giggled. But when he looked back up at you, you cleared your throat and averted your eyes. “Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh at you.”

The silence was a little awkward as neither of you were sure what to say while you stared lovingly down at the flowers. But then he seemed to start. “Oh. My name is Mark by the way. I… hope you don’t mind I brought the flowers myself this time. Or that I’ve been sending them at all,” Mark chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with his now free hand.

“No I… I like them,” you whispered. “They’ve all been so lovely. Thank you. For sending them. Although I’ll admit I’m not sure why you’ve been doing it.”

Another blush lightly dusted the tops of his ears as Mark shifted subtlety in the chair. “I don’t really know myself, I just thought you were so pretty that night, and then I found out what was going on with your…. boyfriend,” he winced. “I have a friend that works here and while I was visiting him I happened to see you walking the hall with a nurse. The next day I walked by a flower shop and just thought you might like some flowers.” Mark shrugged. “That’s basically it. I hope you didn’t find them creepy, I didn’t really think that far ahead.”

You shook your head. “No, they were lovely. And besides, even if you were a stalker, it’s not like i’ll be here much longer.”

Mark shook his head hard. “Don’t think like that, you’ve still got a while, you don’t know how things might change.”

Your sad smile stabbed Mark through the chest. He wanted to hear your laugh again instead. He scrambled to change the subject. His whole purpose was to make you happy, not remind you of the situation. “I know I offered a drink, but i brought lunch instead. Hope that’s okay?”

On time, your stomach grumbled and you covered it with your hand, and a lightly embarrassing laugh. “That would be fantastic actually. What did you bring? Hospital food isn’t that bad but I’ve been deprived of a real meal for so long.”

Mark started coming every few days at lunch, until it turned into nearly every day. You could tell which days it was gonna be because he brought the flowers himself when he did. They still had poems in the card, and he started sharing with you which books they came from. Quite a few of them had been on your TBR list.

Some days he brought lunch with him, and others he ate the hospital’s food with you. Amy was all too happy to bring up two plates of food those days, and made sure you knew with the wink she sent you when Mark wasn’t looking. You just scoffed and waved her off. The amount of flowers you coughed up hourly hadn’t gone down a bit so you didn’t understand her excitement.

But you did feel better.

You found yourself being cheery for longer, and you even started considering the surgery. Jaemin wasn’t the only good thing the world had. And you were still 100 percent convinced he hadn’t hurt you on purpose. It wasn’t in his nature, never would be. Sometimes you wondered how he was doing, if he might have gotten the disease too after you left. You weren’t sure if you could hold feelings for two people at once, or if the stronger one determined if you got the disease or not. Maybe there was a study on it, but maybe you’d feel better not knowing. Despite it all, you didn’t want him to feel the pain you were going through.

“Do you not have anything else to do during your lunch break?” you asked Mark one day. He’d brought spaghetti from the Italian place you’d wanted to go to for months and months, and it was divine.

“Did… you not want me to come by anymore?” Mark asked carefully. He was avidly staring at his food.

“No! It’s not that at all,” you admitted looking down at your own plate, before looking back at him. All you could see was his brown hair. “It’s just… do you really want to spend all this time with me, when I… when I might not be here by the end of the year?” you asked around the lump in your throat.

You startled as Mark shot to his feet, setting his food aside quickly. You opened your mouth but nothing came out, watching as he walked briskly out the door, shocked by his display. You stared at the closed door, your bottom lip wobbling. Head hung, a tear dripped from your eye onto your food. A loose fist wiped at your tears in shock, hand shaky as you tried to wipe the offending water away.

Your knees came up against your chest as you laid your head down, upset at yourself for upsetting Mark. You hadn’t meant to, you just forgot to bite your tongue sometimes. Now he might not come back.

The creaking door brought your teary eyes up, widened in surprise as Mark walked back inside, his eyes downcast. “Sorry for running out so suddenly, I just- Oh my god why are you crying,” Mark exclaimed, horror written across his face.

A muffled sob escaped from behind your hand but you didn’t take your eyes off him as he rushed to your side, taking your face in his hands. Thumbs wiped the tears from under your eyes as he checked you over before crushing you to his chest. Your arms wrapped tightly around him, as if scared he would leave again.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered into your hair. “I didn’t mean to make you cry, I’m so sorry, I just needed to step outside for a minute,” he frantically explained. “I don’t like hearing you talk like your life is a candle about to go out, and I needed to get some fresh air. I’m so sorry Yn.”

You felt every word against your hair, his hold tightening around you every time a cry escaped your body.Eventually your tears subsided into hiccups, but he kept holding you and stroking your back.

You gasped and pulled away as much as you could in his strong hold when you became aware of how much time had gone by, your head turning to the clock with difficulty. Definitely past the time he should’ve left by now. “You’re late for work!” you cried.

Mark turned to the clock as well, standing silently for a long moment before he shrugged.

“They can do without me for the rest of the day. I’m this late anyway. Look, your food is cold. Are you still hungry? I can have the nurses heat it up,” he offered. The plate and Mark were out the door before you could protest, leaving you more confused than before he’d come back.

When Mark returned, he was kinda quiet, lost in his own thoughts. But you still wanted his company so you didn’t say anything about it. When it came time for your afternoon walk outside, he accompanied you. There was a small garden outside the building that you liked to walk through. The benches half in the sun and half in the shade were your favorite places to spend your time.

A little while into your time outside, Mark loosened up a bit again and started reenacting a Shakespeare skit he’d seen recently while you giggled and clapped your hands. He promised to take you to a play some time in the future, and you found yourself agreeing to go with little hesitation.

The days continued on. Mark spent every lunch with you now, and he’d even met your friend a couple times. Together, the three of you planned a date with your doctors for your surgery. It was a big step, a huge one. Jaemin had once been the entire focus of your life, still was to the extent of your disease. But you had things to look forward to now. You’d never seen Romeo and Juliet in person, and one afternoon as you opened the card to read the day’s poem, a pair of tickets fell into your lap. Your mouth fell open as you looked down at them, unexpected tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

“I tried to pick a date later in the year so you’ll be recovered but… I hope it’s okay,” Mark said tentatively.

Your lips turned into a pout from uncontrolled emotion. “I love it. Thank you Mark.” You pulled him into a hug, the bouquet and tickets on your lap between you. You laughed as you pulled back to wipe your tears away. “I cant believe I’ll get to go with you. I’m so excited!“

Mark grinned at you as you chattered on about the clips you’d seen on the internet, and what part you thought would be your favorite. You had your favorite moment from reading the story, but seeing it in person was bound to bring out different emotions for different scenes.

Harsh coughing interrupted your thoughts, looking over to find Mark practically doubled over. “Oh my gosh are you okay?” you exclaimed, swinging your legs off the bed to reach over to him.

Mark held up a hand, nodding even as he continued coughing. “Fine, I just need a glass of water,” he wheezed, stumbling out the door. He returned a few minutes later with a sheen of sweat.

“Do you need to see a doctor?” you asked worriedly.

Mark shook his head. “I think it’s just my allergies.” You furrowed your brows but you let it be for the time being. Eventually the whole incident left your brain, especially as your surgery date drew closer and closer.

The day of, Mark showed up with a bouquet of roses. Your face split into a bright smile, a warm feeling spreading through your chest.

Mark watched as your face lit up, his chest feeling light as air for the first time in weeks. Even with the surgery cap on your head you looked as beautiful as ever. The first time he laid eyes on you he thought you an angel, and he swore you got prettier every day, inside and out.

It was no wonder he’d fallen for you.

The relief he felt when you agreed to get the surgery was beyond words. It wasn’t that he thought you’d never love him back without the surgery. He just wanted you to live life without a broken heart once again, and enjoy it. He wanted you to live a long and happy life. And if by the hopeful chance you’d fall for him too… well who was he to complain?

So he kept his own flowers a secret, hiding the way his throat burned when he talked, making jokes that his bladder was small when you realized he left to the bathroom often. He’d kept it quiet for half the time he’d known you, and he could continue to do so for the rest of his life if he had to.

Mark promised to hold your roses for you while you went into surgery, assuring you he’d be waiting for you when you woke up.

Those three hours went swiftly by, so distracted was he on seeing you again he didn’t even cough up his daffodils. In fact, he hadn’t at all that day. He turned that realization over and over in his mind, until the doors opening caught his attention. He rose on leaden legs.

“She’s doing great,” the doctor smiled. “She should be conscious in the next half hour or so, if you’d like to wait for her in the room.”

Mark heard the words, but he wasn’t listening. Blood rushed through his ears as he walked the familiar hall to your room, quietly turning the handle to the door. You lay motionless on the bed, hair combed gently to the sides of your face. Mark’s hand trembled as he brushed a strand off your cheek. As his fingertip stroked your skin, he felt a flower rising up his throat. He stumbled into your bathroom, tears burning the corners of his eyes as he retched up daffodils.

Mark remained knelt by the toilet until the onslaught of flowers ceased. He fell back to rest against the cabinet, an arm over his lifted knee. The bouquet of roses sat an arms reach away, and a tear slid down his cheek. Mark remained that way for a while until he brought himself up on shaky legs to sit by your bedside where he held your hand until your eyes fluttered open.

Mark sat up straighter, the words ‘please let me be wrong, please let me be wrong’ a broken record in his mind. Your eyes found his, and he strained hard to see the spark your eyes always held when he walked into your room with lunch.

His stomach dropped and he felt the clawing of flowers in his throat again, as you uttered your first words.

“Who… who are you?”

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[honeydh]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

LEE DONGHYUCK

GENRES: fluff, suggestive at the end

A/N: low key sucks but I’m posting it anyway <3 soft Hyuck gives me butterflies and this is my gift to myself. Also this is very unedited :D

A startled shriek tumbled from your lips as the shower curtain was suddenly yanked back. Your hands immediately flew up to cover yourself, wide eyes finding the perpetrator.

Donghyuck stood next to the shower, grinning brightly as he held a lit up cake in one hand, the aforementioned shower curtain in the other. “Happy birthday to you~,” he started singing, uncaring at all that you stood shell-shocked and shivering from the cold bathroom air. “Happy birthday to you~, happy biiiirthday ynnnnnnn…… happy birthday to you,” he finished off with a proud smile.

“Hyuck… what the hell,” you whined, still very cold despite the warm water still pouring over you.

“Surprise!” he exclaimed! “I baked you a cake! Do you like it?”

“Yes, very much hyuckie. But can we do this after I’m out of the shower…?”

“Ahh, is that what you’re doing?” he asked, full well teasing you. “And you didn’t invite me to join?”

“Nope! So-” You gave his chest a light shove, marking his shirt with a wet handprint. “Please let me finish.” Hyuck pouted but allowed you to pull the curtain from his hand and close it again. You felt kinda bad kicking him out, but you could make up for it after.

Now clothed with one of Hyuck’s old t-shirts, you walked into your bedroom absently drying your hair. Footsteps drew your attention up, only to be shocked at the scene before you. A vase of red roses sat at the door of your bed, next to the still lit cake. A little stuffed animal with a ballon tied around its wrist sat against the pillows. Your hands covered your mouth, tears pricking your eyes as Donghyuck walked into the room, gaining your attention. “What’s all this?” you managed to whisper.

Despite his bold action back in the bathroom, this time his hand came up to shyly rub the back of his neck. “I just wanted to do something a little extra this year… Do you like it?”

You briskly crossed the remainder of the room to throw your arms around your boyfriend, holding him tight and only leaning back to kiss him. “I love it,” you murmured against his lips. He pressed three more quicks ones to your lips before leaning his forehead against yours, hands lingering on your waist and playing with the fabric of your shirt.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Hyuckie.”

“Come on, let me pamper you a little!” he suddenly said, grabbing you by the hand. Lightly pushing on your shoulders, he made you sit on the floor in front of the cake, with enough room for him to squeeze in behind you with his back resting against the bed. He tucked his chin on your shoulder and threaded his arms around your waist. “Make a wish, love.”

You hummed in thought, before leaning forward to blow out the candles. “What did you wish for,” Hyuck immediately asked next to your ear. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“You know it won’t come true if I tell you.”

“Well if you wished for me to play with your hair while you sit there looking pretty eating cake… then I have some good news.”

“Oh?” you smiled, breaking into giggles when Hyuck’s fingers lightly pressed into your sides.

“Yep. There’s a fork for you and everything.”

“How very generous, kind sir,” you said, picking up the fork that lay on a plate next to the cake. Before you took a fork of cake though, you snapped a few pictures of the flowery cake. It was so pretty. Your friends were gonna be so jealous when you showed them later.

As you leisurely ate your dessert, Hyuck combed through your hair gently for a while. When he deemed it knot free, his thick fingers carded through to separate section to start a french braid. As he worked your hair, you asked him how his day had gone, and in turn told him how yours did. Now and then, you held a fork of cake over your shoulder for him to eat.

“There, all done,” Donghyuck said, ending his words with a generous kiss just below your jaw. He remained with his chin tucked in your neck, breathing you in deeply as he caged you against his chest. Your hands came up to rest on arms, turning your face into his. You hummed in contentment.

“I could stay like this forever,” you breathed, tracing patterns into Donghyuck’s skin with your fingertip.

He hummed in agreement, trailing kisses along your neck. “I love you,” he whispered against your skin, giving you goosebumps. You exhaled a sigh, leaning your head back against his shoulder, giving Hyuck more skin to show his love to.

Simple pecks soon led to more bruising ones, teeth scraping against your skin followed by his tongue soothing over. One of his hands started rubbing up and down your side beneath your shirt, gently squeezing supple skin. You exhaled hotly against his ear, sending a shiver through Donghyuck’s whole body pressed against yours. “How about I give you one more present?” he whispered, teeth gently pulling on your bottom lip.

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[honeydh]

[21:07] Fog covered the glass mirror as you stepped out the shower, wrapping the towel held out to you around your body. Haechan sat on the sink counter, still going on about something Jeno had said while you wiped a path on the mirror so you could see. You nodded along, adding a quip of “Oh really,” or a snort of laughter that made Haechan speak even more animatedly.

“Baby, can I do your skincare this time?”

The question took you a little by surprise, despite Haechan always liking to watch you do your skincare, or begging you to do his. He’d never asked to do it for you before though. “Sure,” you shrugged, the corners of your mouth lifting at how excited he seemed, taking the mask from your hand. His free hand gently grabbed your bare arm, pulling you to stand between his legs.

You watched Haechan’s face closely while he concentrated, closing them so he could situate the gooey substance around your eyes, nose, and mouth. A quick kiss had your eyes opening again to Haechan’s smile.

“A waking kiss for the sleeping princess,” he said. You huffed a laugh, patting his thigh as you pushed away to get dressed. Haechan halfheartedly tried to keep you in place, but you managed to dodge his grasp with a giggle of triumph. He ended up following you out of the bathroom anyway, flopping down on the bed to watch you get dressed.

You didn’t notice he’d left while you were carefully wrangling an old t-shirt of his over your head until he returned with your creams and vials and was setting them on the floor in front of the bed, dropping to sit crisscross. He patiently waited until you were dressed and your towel had been hung up before patting the floor in front of him. You dropped to sit before him, hands in your lap until he shook his head.

“Lay down, like this.” You let Haechan guide you down onto your back, your head resting in his lap. You looked up at him once you were settled, one of his fingers twirling a strand of your hair while the other stroked your neck. Another kiss was dropped on your lips before Haechan started peeling the face mask off. He balled it up and gently brushed it back on your skin and down your neck, just like he’s seen you do a million times.

A hum of contentment rumbled through your chest as thick fingers massaged over your temple and cheek bones, down your chin and along your jaw. A moment of nothing before a couple cold drops fell on your cheeks, again massaged into your skin by warm hands.

Between each step, a kiss was pressed firmly into your lips, warmth filling your face more and more. Finally, Haechan gently patted on your moisturizer, finishing off with a loud smooch to your lips that you couldn’t help laughing out at. Your own hands, cold from just laying by your sides, reached up to cup what you could of his face, dragging him back down for more kisses.

“You’re being extra clingy today Hyuckie,” you cooed.

He nipped at your bottom lip, bringing another giggle out of you. “Just felt like showing you extra love.”

You hummed. “You’ll never catch me complaining,” you murmured against his lips.

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[honeydh]

PURPLE HYACINTHS

NA JAEMIN

GENRES: angst, hanahaki au, cheating-ish

REQUESTED: Can I request something 👉👈 anything with hanahaki disease will do 🥰😌

It started as a dull ache in your chest. You paid no mind to it for weeks, until finally caving and going to see your doctor when it turned sharper. The starting of hanahaki disease, she said. What?, you laughed off. It couldn't be. The trained professional made a mistake. You were in a happy relationship with your boyfriend, had been for over a year! No one else even came near to catching your eye besides him. You did not have hanahaki disease.

You couldn't.

Absolutely improbable.

"How did your appointment go?" Jaemin asked, eating a piece of steak and chasing it down with his drink.

You shrugged, pushing your food around. Jaemin noticed, setting his fork down to hold your hand in his. The feeling of his thumb rubbing the back of your hand usually comforted you, but not this time. To your horror, the feeling of bile rising to the back of your throat accompanied his touch. Quickly, you jumped from the table and rushed down the hallway to the bathroom, bumping off the wall in your hurry.

Hunched over the toilet, tears escaped your eyes as you threw up. Fear coursed through you as you stared down at the single purple hyacinth sitting atop the toilet, stained red with your blood.

"Baby? Are you okay?" The knock on the door startled you, your eyes flying away from the toilet to the door you had subconsciously closed and locked.

As if you were hiding something.

Was it your fault? Had you unintentionally fallen in love with someone else? You wanted to curl into a ball on the cold bathroom floor and cry.

"I'm okay," you said shakily, clearing your sore throat when your voice caught, freshening your cheeks with more tears. "I must've ate something bad at lunch."

Jaemin hesitated. "...Okay. Do you want some water? Anything?"

You stifled a sob behind your hand. "Yeah, some water would be nice. I'm just gonna take a bath and then go to bed."

"Okay baby. I'll get your water and clean up the kitchen."

"Thank you."

Once his footsteps faded, you collapsed fully to the floor, empty cries shaking your body.

You kept the news about your new disease to yourself. Jaemin knew something was up, you could feel his eyes following you in concern every time you were in the same room together.

“Are you pregnant?”

You startled at the sudden question. “What? What makes you think I would I be pregnant?”

“You’re always rushing off to the bathroom to throw up lately. Is it morning sickness?” You averted your eyes to the counter after retrieving the cup you’d come to the kitchen to get. “Are you afraid I don’t want kids?” he asked.

You had to huff a laugh at that. Jaemin wanted kids, if you were pregnant you knew he’d be more than thrilled. “I’m not pregnant Jaemin. I’m… not sure what’s wrong with me,” you lied. I have another doctors appointment tomorrow though.”

Jaemin nodded, coming up behind you to pull your back into his chest. “I hope they can figure out what’s going on,” he whispered into your neck.

“It’s progressively getting worse. I’d say you have half a year.”

You stared in shock at your doctor, hoping she was joking. Not a single bit of mirth was present on her face.

“But how can this be?!” you exclaimed, finally at your breaking point. “I’ve been with my boyfriend for almost two years now, I love him!”

The pity on the doctor’s eyes almost had you seeing red. “…Is there a chance he could be cheating on you?”

“Never!” you exclaimed, chest tight. Tears sprung to your eyes. Jaemin was beyond loyal, he would never!

“You know… it happens more than you think. Unintentionally falling in love with someone else. Some don’t even notice, still holding affection for the partner they’re already with,” she explained gently.

“No way,” you denied, shaking your head as you fell into tears. “No way.”

No way.

You repeated it in your head, over and over, like a mantra. You just wanted to go home and curl into bed and sleep this whole nightmare away. But stepping through the door, you were met with the once comforting smell of your apartment, the smell of Jaemin lingering everywhere. Now, it just sent another wave of nausea and you raced to the room you were most acquainted with recently.

Denial had been your best friend through the whole thing. But denial would work no longer when you accompanied Jaemin to a work party a couple weeks after your doctor’s visit.

Managing not having to rush to the bathroom to throw your insides up for a while now, you stayed clung to Jaemin’s arm as he made rounds around the room.

Thirsty for the first time that night, you left to retrieve drinks for both of you. You took your time; coughing flowers into the toilet multiple times a day really exhausted one more than you’d think. Your lethargy played a role in the small collision you had had with another person, half of one drink spilling on the floor and splashing your shoes.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” the man exclaimed, quickly grabbing your arms to keep you balanced. You smiled tiredly at him.

“No, it’s my fault, I’m sorry.”

“Not at all! I should really watch where I’m going. I… haven’t seen you before. Do you know someone who works here or…?”

“Oh,” you lightly laughed. “My boyfriend works here.”

The stranger’s eyebrows went up. “Really. Lucky man.” Your gut turned sour at what he thought was a compliment. “Well, I’ll see you around!” And he was gone. You remained there though, staring down at the small puddle of juice until a server walked by and you could inform them of the small mess.

One refill later, you set out to find your partner in the crowd of unfamiliar faces. For once, your chest didn’t stir uncomfortably at the sight of Jaemin. That realization alone was almost enough to send you over the moon. Maybe the past three months had all been a mistake. You even felt warm as his face brightened for your arrival back to his side.

Until you realized, it wasn’t for you. You stopped dead, watching as a pretty woman made her way to your boyfriend, the same happy look on her face as his. She lightly grabbed his forearms with her slender fingers, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. The same coworkers that had been with Jaemin when you left to get the drinks didn’t even blink an eye, telling you everything you needed to know.

Vaguely, you could feel more juice splash onto your ankles, feel the glass bounce off your skin.

But really, all you remember is the cold swing door against your uncomfortably hot hand.

The cold, grouted tile under your knees.

And there, in the bowl of the toilet: a dozen bloodied hyacinths.

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👉👈 can I request some pick me up fluff for the one and only loml park jisung 😔

“You gotta sit still Jisung,” you whined, shifting in your spot and repositioning the pad of paper in your lap. He pouted even as he tried to cross his legs on the picnic blanket you sat on together. A breeze blew his hair from his face. It sent your hair to catch against your lips. Annoyingly you swiped it off your face and behind your ear, frustration stemming from the portrait you were trying to draw of your stupidly pretty boyfriend.

Noticing, Jisung asked, “Do you wanna break and eat the cheesecake?” Sighing, you agreed and shut your notebook. You crawled closer to the tall boy, depositing yourself in his lap to lay your head on his shoulder. “Wha…” Hesitantly he put his arms around you, still nervous with physical contact despite the year you’d been together. You thought it was cute.

“I’m frustrated the drawing won’t do what I want,” you said honestly. Jisung hummed, and you knew he already knew. He reached as best he could with you in his lap, to retrieve and give you a strawberry. You couldn’t help but smile, turning to hide your face in his chest after you grabbed the fruit. “Thank you.”

After you regained control of your facial expressions, you reappeared to remove yourself from his lap and instead sit across him, knees touching. You smiled willingly this time, sliding the cheesecake closer and handing him a fork. Neither of you bothered with plates, eating the dessert straight from the tin.

A series of soft songs played from Jisung’s phone, the playlist name unknown to you because he wouldn’t let you see it. He’d been so shy, a blush creeping up his neck and you couldn’t bring yourself to tease him anymore, dropping the subject satisfied just from his reaction.

“Okayyy, let’s try this again!” you said, a single clap of your hands. The pie tin lay empty except with forks, both of you having a sweet tooth. The reason most of the things you packed for your picnic being desserts and fruits.

Jisung returned to his position in front of the tree providing shelter from the late afternoon sun.

You weren’t sure which you spent more time staring at; your half finished drawing, or your boyfriend. Your favorite had to be when Jisung was in the sun, but even in the shade he was one of the prettiest human beings you’d ever seen in your life. And you weren’t even being biased. His strong eyebrows above his wide, beautiful puppy eyes. His cute little nose that you kissed every chance you got, much to his embarrassment. His puffy lips, that trailed kisses along your cheeks, and down your neck…

You startled as your name was called, heat filling your face at being caught staring longer than needed. Jisung was curious, until he realized how flustered you were. A sly smile shaped those lips you’d been thinking about. You squeaked as he crawled towards you, pressing a mockingly nice kiss to your cheek.

“What were you thinking about?” he asked in your ear. And suddenly you remembered your shy boyfriend’s flip side. But it was gone before you could form a response. “Let me see what you’ve done so far,” he said, sitting back on his ankles. A long finger pulled loosely at the notebook you held against your chest, giving you the space to deny him access. But you let him pull it back so he could see the unfinished project you just couldn’t bring yourself to finish anymore.

“Oh wow, it looks great!” Jisung marveled.

“Don’t lie,” you pouted, looking at the paper in his hands.

“I’m not! It’s way better than what I could do,” Jisung praised.

You covered your mouth with a hand as you giggled. “That’s true.”

“Hey,” Jisung whined, but it was halfhearted. You looked up in time to see the way he was looking at you, your heart catching.

“Your drawings are cute though, I really love them,” you assured him despite knowing he knew you meant no ill will. You kissed his cheek to drive in your point, heart soaring when his free hand searched for yours to hold as you pulled back.

#every time you request I write new favorites istg. I hope this helps and doesn’t make you hurt more <3 jisung and I love you #hny.tag #dreamwritersnet #neowritingsnet #park jisung #jisung #nct #nct dream #jisung x reader #jisung x you #jisung fanfic #park jisung fluff #jisung fluff #nct x you #nct x reader #nct dream fanfic #nct fanfic #nct dream x you #nct dream x reader #nct park jisung #nct dream park jisung #nct jisung #nct fluff #nct dream fluff

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take it from me - jordan davis

[23:41] You giggled as he spun you around, your back not so gently hitting the wall. Fingers curled in Haechan’s hair, you tugged and pulled as he left open mouth kisses on your neck. His own long fingers wound into your hair to pull your head back, exposing more of your throat to him. A light pat against the back of your thigh had you jumping into his ready arms, head angling down to kiss him deeply. His hands rubbed up and down your exposed thighs, nearly knocking into a doorway as he was too occupied with you.

The breath was knocked from your lungs as you were tossed to the bed. Haechan moved to hover over you, two delicate kisses pressed to your lips; a stark contrast to the way his hands were gripping you seconds ago. “Want a t-shirt to sleep in?” he asked against your throat. You nodded, nearly reaching for him again as his warm body left yours to get a shirt from the closet.

Changed, Haechan wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck. His warm chest against your back made you sleepy. “Welcome home baby.”

#it started strong and went downhill from there... ANYWAY HELLO IM BACK??? pls accept my measly offering #hny.tag #dreamwritersnet #neowritingsnet #haechan #donghyuck #nct dream #haechan x reader #nct #lee donghyuck #haechan smut #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #donghyuck x reader #nct smut #actually I think I hate this

[honeydh]

Henlo~ can I request Jaehyun with 99? Please (♡˙︶˙♡)

99. “Does it hurt?” “Yeah.” “Good.”

Shout out to my bsf for the idea 😚😚 adore you babe thank you

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You hummed quietly as you tiptoed through the kitchen, gathering ingredients. The sun was just barely peeking in through the windows across the apartment, lighting the space in a soft glow. Normally you preferred sleeping in, but when you woke early and the idea popped into your head to make pancakes with the rising sun, you didn’t mind leaving the cozy blankets of your warm bed.

Swaying gently to the music in your head, you poured a ladle of batter onto the pan. You watched the excess oil gather at the edges while waiting for the batter to turn bubbly. In another pan you laid some bacon, avoiding the popping oil best you could. Carefully, you flipped the pancake, smiling happily to yourself to see it was still fluffy.

You were reaching for the plate you’d stack the cakes on when a touch sent you into the air. A hand clutched over your heart as you looked over your shoulder to find your boyfriend right behind you. (His messy bed hair gave you an entirely new reason to clutch over your heart.) He didn’t pay mind to your heightened breathing, going on to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Jeez Jaehyun! Warn a girl next time,” you whined, flipping over the bacon. He didn’t get a chance to respond when he hissed in pain, retracting an arm from around you. “What happened?”

“The grease popped me.”

“Does it hurt?” you asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good, that’s what you get for scaring the bejesus outta me,” you huffed, pouring another pancake.

“Aww don’t be like that, baby,” Jaehyun murmured into your ear. He smiled when you shivered, pressed a kiss just below your ear.

“What do you think you’re doing, at 8 am!” you exclaimed, flustered, as you practically shoved him off you.

Jaehyun pouted exaggeratedly. “I’m trying to show appreciation for my lovely darling for cooking breakfast so early. What a treat.”

“You sound like Hyuck,” you scoffed. Your half hearted jab did little to deter the giant man. He laid another kiss to your cheek, though left you to finish your cooking. When the last of the batter was finished cooking, Jaehyun generously gathered the plate to deposit them on the table while you turned everything off. Settled in your seat, Jaehyun gathered your hand in his to leave a kiss there. “Thank you for the food princess.”

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[07:12] Subtle touches slowly drew you from your cocooned sleep. A heavy breath drew air into your lungs and you shifted to lay on your side. Your sleepy haze slowly faded away, becoming aware of the fingers gliding barely over your skin. You hummed as a pair of lips pressed to your bare shoulder, a brush of hair tickling your face. A smile fell to your lips as your husband continued peppering soft kisses over your exposed skin.

“Mm, goodmorning,” you sighed, lifting a hand from under the duvet to run your fingers through his hair. You absently tugged a few strands, just enjoying having him close. “What time is it?”

“A little past seven,” Kihyun answered against your neck. You opened your eyes, squinting against the sunlight filtering through the curtains, to turn your head to check for yourself.

“Why’re you awake so early?” you asked, voice still bogged by sleep. Kihyun’s skin was warm under your touch as you drew patterns on his back with a finger.

“Because I couldn’t wait to spend the day with you,” your husband answered, still busy mapping out your skin with his lips. You squirmed when his hands found your waist, running up and down your side, stopping now and again to trace the band of your bra or panties.

“Babe you’ve been home all week, I think you could’ve let me sleep a couple more hours.”

You whined when Kihyun pulled away, taking the warmth with him. “Excuse me for wanting to spend more time with my wife,” he complained. You could hear the pout you knew he had. You opened your eyes to find he was in fact pouting.

“Okay okay I’m sorry, c’mere,” you giggled. You cupped Kihyun’s face with your hands, pulling him down to kiss his cute pout. You pulled back with a loud ‘mwah!’, smiling before Kihyun dove back in, tattooing your mouth with his. A pleased sigh built up between you as you hooked your arms around his shoulder, pulling Kihyun closer. A little squeak escaped as Kihyun fell to his back, pulling you on top of him. He leaned back on the pillows, just staring up, admiring you. His thumbs rubbed the soft skin of your hips.

You kissed Kihyun’s nose, smiling as he scrunched it, while you fingers tickled over his collarbone. “Are you ready to get up now?” Kihyun shook his head, leaning up for a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“No. I’m quite comfortable here.” You smiled at each other before you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“Let’s take a nap.”

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[16:01] Jeongin’s hands rubbed up and down your back calmly. You sat in his lap, your nose pressed into his neck while he watched a show you weren’t particularly interested in. Not tired and thus unable to nap, you shuffled trying to get comfortable, arms hanging over his shoulders while you fought boredom. Jeongin’s finger tapped your back when you’d moved around too much in the span of less than five minutes. You sat back and looked at him with a pout.

“I’m bored.”

His eyes moved from the tv to yours, crinkling as he smiled. “I’m not.”

You pouted harder, poking his cheek. “I’m bored.” He just pressed a kiss to your nose before returning his attention to the tv, knowing that if you didn’t want to, you wouldn’t be in the room with him.

You sighed and dropped your forehead to his shoulder, hands to his waist where you played with his shirt for a while. A while, until you were sitting back again, staring at your boyfriend’s face and his range of reactions to the scenes unfolding on the television. When he smiled, revealing his deep dimple, you couldn’t help but lean forward a breath to lay a hard kiss to it. Jeongin’s eyes darted from the tv to yours. His dimple disappeared as his expression became more serious.

Your heart dropped to the basement, and you scrambled off his lap to escape what you knew would come next. An inhuman screech left your mouth as you tried to dodge his hands, but made the dire mistake of running to the kitchen. You squealed out a laugh as he trapped you in his arms, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. But he was much stronger than you and hauled you up onto the counter he’d pinned you against.

You didn’t have time to breath, with Jeongin’s lips pressing against yours. His hands came up to hold either side of your face, his fingertips slipping into your hairline and thumbs caressing your skin. Yours came up to rest on his shoulder, the other tangling into his hair. He kissed you again and again until your lungs begged for air.

One of his hands fell to rest beside your thigh on the counter, your hand on his arm. You stared at each other as you caught your breath, thumb rubbing his skin while the other pushed his hair out of his face.

“Are you still bored?” he asked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. You breathlessly shook your head, too focused on his eyes to tease him. He smiled, once again showing his dimple. “Good, then I’ll be going back to my show,” your whine as he left the kitchen making him giggle.

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Just a little something 👉🏻👈🏻 I hope you like it! Happy birthday @jising-jisang-jisung <3

[13:02]

The sun shone warmly on your exposed face. That morning when your boyfriend, Jisung, had texted you about a picnic, you were confused. It was the dead of winter with several inches of snow on the ground. Did he expect the both of you to freeze outside just to have a picnic?

It hadn’t occurred to you that you could have an indoor picnic.

The cafe you sat in was all but empty, no one wanting to brave the cold weather today. But here you were, dressed in a small dress and thin tights with your hair curled and makeup done, as if it was still spring. Only your heavy coat and scarf- and the snow through the window of course- gave clues as to the true season.

A plate being placed in front of you shook you from watching the snow outside. You looked up to find Jisung, setting your slices of strawberry cake down. You smiled up at and thanked him. He took his seat across from you, pulling his cake a little closer.

“What is it?” he asked, noticing you were staring at him. “Do you... not like this cake? I can get you another one-”

“No! It’s okay Sung,” you laughed, grabbing his sleeve to pull him down as he stood up. “I just... wanted to look at you more.”

A heavy blush settled on his cheeks, and you barely contained the urge to coo at him. Through his flustered state, Jisung reached to hold your hand in his. “You can look at me all you want, I’m your boyfriend after all.”

It was your turn to get shy, ducking your head down to press against the table as you stared at your lap. Turning your head to look at him through your fallen hair, you said, “Yeah, you are.”

Eventually you both calmed down to eat your strawberry cakes, melting at how good it tasted. You’d never been to this cafe before, but you’d definitely be coming back.

Your hand remained in Jisung’s the whole time, while you both talked about random things, and how while you loved the snow, you couldn’t wait for warm weather again.

“Why? Because your hands are always cold?” Jisung teased, flicking one of your fingertips. “It’s okay, I’ll keep them warm for you from now on.” Your heart fluttered at his sweet words, then stopped completely as he picked up your hand to press a kiss to each fingertip.

You squeaked, quickly looking around to make sure no one was watching. They weren’t.

“You look really really pretty today,” Jisung complimented, back to stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Thank you Sungie,” you said shyly, heat returning to your face again. “And thank you for taking me out today. It’s really nice to spend the afternoon with you.”

Jisung smiled, quickly leaning over the table to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Happy birthday princess.”

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Hello if you are taking requests can I please request getting lost and boyfriend Chenle finds you I newly moved in with my boyfriend and I got lost and I was so scared sorry if my English isn't good

Omg sweets I’m so sorry that happened, getting lost is so scary 😖 and sorry it took a while, and maybe this isn’t what you wanted but this is what my brain produced this time T-T

Warnings: two creepy guys, getting lost, not proofread- written and posted, it’s not all that fluffy?? even at the end.

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One second you’re walking next to your boyfriend, the next he’s gone. You were both coming home from the grocery store a little ways from your new apartment, but a cat’s meow had distracted you for a second. You knew you shouldn’t stray since you still didn’t know the area, but in your defense you thought Chenle would’ve noticed you weren’t walking beside him anymore and stopped with you. Now your fist was pressed against your mouth as your panicked brain forgot which way you’d come from.

Normally you’d just call him to come back for you, but Chenle had offered to carry your purse since your shoulders were sore from the unusual heavy lifting of moving into a new place. Ice crept through your chest as you looked both ways, trying to spot a familiar landmark. None. You tried to hold back your tears, knowing he’d come back once he realized you were gone.

“Hey sweetie, are you lost?”

You startled at the appearance of two men, clearly feigning their worry.

You tried to keep your voice level as you replied. “N-no. I’m waiting for someone.”

The guy in front took an exaggerated look around. “Well I sure don’t see anyone. How about we keep you company instead?” You took a step back as he leaned an arm on the wall, leaning down in your direction.

“I’m fine, thank you. He’ll be here soon.”

He snickered over at his friend like you just told the cutest little line he’s ever heard. “Oh, girlie’s got a little boyfriend eh?”

“Yeah she does, so get the hell away from her.”

You could’ve sobbed in relief as you darted around the two men and hid your face in Chenle’s chest. One of his arms came up to hold you protectively, his eyes threatening the guys to try something. The main guy scoffed and rolled his eyes, spitting on the sidewalk as he motioned his friend to come. “What a joke. Let’s go man.”

Once they were out of sight, Chenle gently pushed you off him so he could hold your face and check you over. “Are you okay? Did they touch you? I outta-”

You shook your head, a few tears finally spilling from your eyes. “They didn’t touch me, you came just in time.” You buried yourself back in Chenle’s arms, his hand coming up to card through your hair comfortingly.

“One second I’m trying out my new AirPods and the next you’re gone. I was so worried, I checked every alleyway. I’m never listening to music while we’re out again,” Chenle whispered into your hair, holding you tighter against him.

You shook your head, letting him know it wasn’t his fault. “Let’s just go home now.”

You felt a kiss on top of your head. “Of course baby.”

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Surprise 🥺 @atinygracie happy birthday my sweet. This is both late and on time, I hope it’s okay my dear <3

[17:54] The squeaking of sneakers against the floor used to be a nuisance to you. But after months and months of dating your boyfriend, the squeaking of his shoes as he glided and twisted through choreography became your comfort music. It was a symbol of normality, the domesticity between you two: while he danced, you caught up on schoolwork, doodled, or read a book you brought. And when Yangyang was done practicing for the day, you’d either go out to eat or head home for takeout and a movie, depending on the time.

Today, you had a book you’d been eyeing for a while. It was captivating enough that you soon tuned out the scuffing of Yangyang practicing. Several chapters in, you finally looked up to stretch your neck, startling to find Yangyang leaned against the mirror across from you, watching you read unabashedly with his chin propped on his knees.

“Good book?” he asked, tilting his head with a grin. You placed your bookmark between the pages and closed it, setting it beside you to mimic Yangyang’s position.

“Very good book,” you confirmed with a smile of your own. He bobbed his head.

“Wanna take a coffee break?” he asked, pushing himself up from the floor. He strode to stand in front of you. You looked up at him and his now proffered hand, accepting his invitation when you placed your hand in his. He pulled you up swiftly, into his chest for a hug to your surprise. He was a little sweaty from his hour or so of practice, but you relaxed into his hold, pressing your cheek into his shoulder.

“What’s this about?” you giggled, lacing your fingers at the small of his back. Yangyang hummed.

“I just missed you.”

You pulled away just enough to look up at his face. “But I’ve been with you every day all week,” you said with a tilted smile.

Yangyang shrugged again with a sweet smile. “I just missed you.”

You giggled softly and burrowed back into his chest for an extra tight hug. The music was still playing from the speakers, to which you were unconsciously swaying. A squeal of surprise slipped out when Yangyang suddenly spun you around, the force lifting your feet a centimeter off the floor while you clung to Yangyang. Both of your giggles covered the music while he set you down, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Care to dance with me?”

“What happened to the coffee break?” you teased. Yangyang shrugged.

“It can wait.”

So Yangyang placed his hands on your waist and cheek on top of your head, your arms wrapping around his torso, swaying gently to the music. Yeah, this domesticity with Yangyang was indeed your favorite.

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[00:01] The glare from the open laptop stung your eyes, making you squint. You stood at the doorway as you let your eyes adjust to the harsh light a bit. The figure in front of said computer hadn’t yet noticed your presence, busy typing away.

“Babe, what’re you doin still up?” you croaked. You blinked heavily, eyes weighed down from exhaustion and the sleep you’d woken up from when your body realized your boyfriend wasn’t sleeping next to you.

Johnny barely jumped, only mildly startled at the sudden noise. He turned to look at you, half his face lit, the other in shadow. You walked forward, hand sliding up his shoulder blade to rest at the back of his neck. One finger lightly played with his hair. “What are you doing awake sweetheart?” he asked, taking your other hand and placing a kiss on your palm. He kept your hand in his.

“I can’t sleep without you.”

Johnny smiled softly. “I’ll finish this up real quick then. Go back to bed, I’ll be there in a minute,” he promised. You nodded, leaving after ruffling his hair.

“I’m counting the seconds.”

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[09:02] Rain pattered against the window behind the closed curtain. You wanted to see the rain, but you were much too comfy surrounded by warm, fluffy blankets to get up and open the curtains. And the arm around your waist wouldn’t let you move even if you wanted to.

You turned in Jisung’s embrace, now chest to chest with your head tucked under his chin. His lips were parted in sleep, soft puffs of breath passing through. You smiled as his arms unconsciously held you tighter, burying your nose in his chest. Mornings like this would always be your favorite.

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Can you 🥺👉👈 write smth about kissing with either Jaemin or Lele I could care less about plot I'm just *yearning noises*

“Can I play with your hair?”

How that innocent question devolved into the playful mess containing you and your boyfriend, you can’t say you didn’t know.

Chenle’s laughter rang loud in your ears as he looked in the mirror, checking out what you did with his hair. You lay on the ground, laughing so hard you were silent. What had begun with you just running your fingers through Chenle’s hair, had turned into pigtails, then a number of wacky hairstyles using hairspray or gel, turning you into an asthmatic seal with each weird style.

“I really like this one,” Chenle said, turning away from the mirror to look at you with a grin. When he got no answer from you except the deep breaths of you trying to calm down, Chenle put down the hand-mirror and crawled over to you. He poked you in the side, making you twist away. “Yah, are you dead yet?”

You eyed him. “Do you want me to be? Lele that’s so mean!” you exclaimed exaggeratedly, weakly slapping at his arm.

“Ouch!” he yelled, obviously faking. “That hurted. Baby, kiss it better.”

You wrinkled your nose. “No.”

Chenle let out a dramatic gasp. “No?”

“No.”

“You asked for it.”

You squealed when he pounced on you, fingers digging into your sides. His attack was relentless while you screamed and laughed in his ear, desperately trying to push his hands away. “Stop stop stop! Chenle!”

He giggled as he tickled you a bit more before finally stopping, pinning your hands down when you still tried to push him away. A glare and pout was what he got from you, mad that he’d tickled you. Smiling at your pouting, he leaned down to kiss your lips quickly. When it didn’t make your pout disappear, Chenle kissed you again, trailing kisses along your nose and forehead. You closed your eyes, feeling any tension melt away as you relaxed.

“Hey, why’d you stop?” you whined, opening your eyes when you didn’t feel his lips after thirty seconds.

The small distance between your bodies was finally noticed by you then. One of Chenle’s legs was between yours, his body hovering barely over yours. Your hands were still trapped under his. Chenle softly smirked when he noticed that you noticed. His nose brushed against yours, his lips tickling yours. You breath fanned across his mouth.

When his lips met yours again, your eyes fell closed. He pulled away after a while so you could both breathe before closing in again, pressing harder against you. You wriggled your hands out from under his to thread into the hair at the back of his head, his arms keeping his full weight from crushing you.

You moved one hand to lightly scratch up and down Chenle’s back, making him shiver. You smiled, and in retaliation Chenle pulled your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled. Your breathy moan did something to him, moving his lips from yours to kiss open-mouthed at your neck, teeth dragging along your skin here and there. Hearing you try to catch your breath, and feeling your grip tighten against his shoulder or in his hair, pleased him more than he would ever admit.

Eventually, Chenle’s fervor died down and his kisses turned more gentle again, trailing back up to your lips. His pecks were short and soft, spelling out his adoration for you.

When he finally begrudgingly pulled back, your hands moved to hold his face. He smiled sweetly down at you while your thumbs stroked his cheeks, as if he didn’t just have his tongue on your neck.

“You look ridiculous you know?” you said with a giggle. Along with the crazy hairstyle you’d given him earlier, it was made worse from your hands running through and pulling on it.

“Ah really?” Chenle shifted his weight to one forearm to pat his hair. Getting off of you, he reached for the hand mirror to check. He laughed loudly and you came up behind him to wrap your arms around him. You kissed his jaw below his ear.

“You should go wash that hairspray out.”

“Should I?” You nodded. “Okay.” Chenle stood and tried to pull you up with him, met with your resistance when you figured out what he wanted.

“Come onnn. You caused this, you can fix it,” he whined while you laughed. Finally you gave in and let him pull you into the bathroom where he quickly discarded his shirt.

“Fine fine. But I get more kisses,” you reasoned, crossing your arms as Chenle turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature. Satisfied, he turned and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“Deal.”

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[honeydh]

— cold | mark tuan

— angst, arranged marriage au, ceo au?

— word count; 522

— no warnings. mark makes one brief appearance and that’s it

— requested by anon; mark tuan arranged marriage au where he's cold, but then falls for y/n. Thank you!

You stared at the empty seat at the head of the table. A plate of food sat untouched before you, growing cold.

It was the same thing, every day. You woke to an empty bedroom, walked empty halls, sat in an empty dining room three times a day. The only solace you had was walking the large gardens, but that too, you did alone. Whatever you thought life as a married woman would be, this wasn’t it.

Pushing away from the table and cold food, you returned to your room for a jacket. Autumn was drawing to a close, winter steady on its heels. Today, clouds adorned a gray sky, a rumble of thunder in the far distance. Wind whipped at the hair around your face; you could smell the rain coming.

Rose bushes lined the long path, your fingers trailing over the barren branches. There was something oddly enchanting about nature in the winter, closed off, slumbering until the sun woke them once more.

You hoped your sun would come soon. The autumn wind is cold when you’re alone.

The first drops fell unnoticed by you, until one slipped down your cheek. Your eyes rose to the sky, watching the drops streak down to the earth. A sigh filled the quiet; you’d better start back to the house. You kept your pace slow, not entirely caring if you got soaked. Being cold could only mean you need to get warm.

Your steps faltered only as you got closer. Mark was home early. He hadn’t noticed you, though even if he did you knew it wouldn’t matter. He’d ignore you, just like every other time you came into his sight. You felt the familiar dull in you heart.

You carried on, brushing past Mark with your head high despite the water dripping off your hair and clothes. A warm bath would be the only care you’re gonna get.

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight streaming through the curtains you forgot to close the night before. A reading of the clock on your bedside table had you throwing the duvet off: it was almost noon. Then you remembered that you didn’t have anywhere to be, and slowly sat back on the edge of the bed. You rested your head in your hands, tiredly rubbing your face.

Was this really all you had? Waking up every day, just to sit alone in your room or walk the gardens, over and over?

A few hours later you made your way down to the kitchen, suddenly hungry. You knew the head chef left extra finger sandwiches on the counter for staff. What stopped you though, was the small package and note in front of the chair you always sit at in the dining room.

Curiously, you fingered the gold imprint of the envelope.

‘It’s getting cold. Take these next time.’

You opened the package to find a box of hand warmers, and a black umbrella with gold designs. Your heart swelled as you picked up the umbrella, thumb rubbing over one of the designs. Maybe he did care, just a little.

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