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warning! mentions of partying and alcohol...kind of
you and hansol weren't doing much. it was another friday night, and while most of your friends were probably out partying and getting wasted, you were both chilling at home, doing your own thing.
hansol was busy on his phone as you read your book, when you looked up. he let out a chuckle just as you you glanced at him, probably because of a meme he saw.
you looked at him...and just couldn't stop looking. his pretty eyes, the way they crinkled when he laughed, his kissable lips, which curved up in the most heartwarming smile, his perfect nose, his cute cheeks, and his casually ruffled hair, all made you want to just kiss him and hold him and never stop.
you admired how his features blended together to make one of the most beautiful souls you knew.
you stared at him and then stared some more, for what must've been minutes but felt like hours, just taking in all the beauty he had to offer.
"noni?" you called out, startling him out of his daze. he hummed back in reply and you felt butterflies swarming in your tummy as soon as his gaze met your own.
"have i ever told you how goddamn pretty you are?" it was a genuine question from your end, but you could see how quickly pink tinted his cheeks and his eyes widened.
"h-huh?" you could see he was lost for words, but in the moment, you couldn't care less.
"like—" you cut yourself off as you got up and discarded your book to a side, settling comfortably in arms, softly gazing in his eyes and caressing his adorably red cheeks, "you're just so ethereal baby, so so pretty. and you have a personality to match! sometimes i just look at you and i—" you cut yourself off again, this time with a frustrated huff at being unable to find words to express yourself.
"where is this coming from?" he shyly giggled and gave you his biggest doe eyes, unaware of the effect they had on you.
you nuzzled in his chest in reply, "nowhere, really. i just feel so lucky to have you in my life baby. either way, you're just really really really pretty." you quickly pecked the tip of his nose and saw his ears getting even redder than they previously were.
"i think you're pretty too," his words were spoken softly and shyly, but you heard them nonetheless. you looked up at him and gave him a smile. it was a smile he returned, and you felt your insides turning into mush.
chwe hansol, you don't know what you do to me.
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Lets say, hypothetically, I was drawing myself hugging Giyuu’s bunny body pillow and then, hypothetically, I was gonna design my own bunny pillow for Giyuu to be hugging too. What would you say, hypothetically, my bunny pillow’s design would be??
The bunny pillows in question:
I was thinking my hair color with lil strawberries 🤔 but idk I wanna hear what you guys think too lol
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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8MkYwXa/
ahem. anyways. i think dottore would be deeply inquisitive as to the nature of love, as well as disgustingly romantic in some ways once u slip thru all the walls he sets up... sending u brain scans of himself when he's thinking about you, highlighting all the parts that light up in adoration, labeling sections of the brain and telling you about the ways you live in it. giddy recordings of your heart racing for him stored right alongside his most well-kept secrets. he keeps a research file on you that's really just an excuse to gush about you and the funny things you do to his heart filtered through science lingo. simultaneously appreciating and despising the human's naturally social nature because it both sickens and softens him when he melts into your fingers combing thru his hair, sighing softly for a moment before returning to rubber-ducking the results of an experiment at you in a frustration that no longer seems as harsh or lingering as it used to be
THE TIKTOK......... WHY HE PISSING LIKE A GARDEN HOSE 😨😨
also ,, u just caught in like one of the worst times 2day,, literally was soooo sad then you come here and hit me with this. its like you shot me with doses of serotonin and im shaking so hard rn... literally sobbing at how disgustingly fucking sweet this is im. gfrghj. literally observes u so much. piles and piles of research files he's been writing for like. centuries. he knows your body more than you do like. im🥺🥹
of course the doctor would investigate on something he doesn't know about!!! especially when he's experiencing abnormalities!! he's asking you so many questions, asking others, and readings soo many books. writing more as he figures it out. n when he conducts 'experiments' ("zandik im pretty sure this is called a date."). he's so romantic in his own way im gonna throw up 🥹🥹🥹 N TALKIN BOUT U IN HIS PAPERS.. literally u could be doing anything.. like setting something on fire inside the lab,, n while the report may sound condescending to others. they literally have no idea what that the many ink splotches on the paper was him getting too excited while writing that he fucking breaks the pens, or his writing gets so messy bc he has sooo many many thoughts about you to write and and and fhsjdk,as.
sending u brain scans of himself when he's thinking about you, highlighting all the parts that light up in adoration, labeling sections of the brain and telling you about the ways you live in it.
this sounds so fucking weird but you have no idea how ridiculously fucking romantic this sounds to me. like even if my wife wasn't dottore i'd be so fucking giddy if someone does this because im a huge fucking nerd about human bodies and this make me SICK in the head.
his research for his love for u will go on for as long as you still love him and him still loving you which will be forever (even tho as a scholar he knows nothing lasts forever. he will make sure it does) and im in my knees on the floor crying about this post i will think about this everyday and sob ilysm 🐺 anon please never approach me with this fucking fluff or ill lose my mind /lh
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