CUTE MOMENTS WITH BOYFRIEND!HAECHAN !

LATE-NIGHT CALLS. donghyuck moves his body to face the wall as he waits for you to answer the call. the bed in his hotel room in tokyo isn't as comfortable as the one he shares with you and his pillow doesn't have your perfume on it. it's been difficult days since he left to perform the japan concerts that are part of the new nct 127 tour. he crosses out in his mind the days that are missing to feel you in his arms again. “hello, hyuck,” your voice sounds sleepy and for a moment he thinks he's interrupted your sleep. “hello, love. did i wake you up?” he asks softly. on the other end of the line is you, just woken up abruptly by the sound of an incoming call. indeed, he woke you up. however, something inside you limits you and you prefer to innocently lie. “no, honey, you haven't. how about japan, the concert?” a smile spreads across donghyuck's face, he has missed performing in front of his fans. the only thing that makes him happier than that is you. he starts to tell you about his last days and the adrenaline rush that seems to never go away every time he gets on stage. you listen carefully, this life's meant to be his. “i wish you were here with me, though,” the sound of his voice trails off as he blurts put those words. he got used to spending his days by your side and, now that he's miles away from you, he feels somewhat disoriented. “i miss you too, love, but, hey! aren't you enjoying meeting new fans and your time with the boys?” he mutters an almost inaudible yes, he doesn't trust his voice. “then it's worth it, hyuck. tell me more, please.” after taking a deep breath, he manages to swallow the lump that formed in his throat and continues recounting his adventures and moments of enjoyment. he misses you deeply, but he knows you'll be waiting for him with open arms as soon as he walks through the front door again. in his imagination, his fingers entwined with yours lie quietly on the soft sheets as your bodies come face to face. he loves you, and he'll continue his countdown to see and kiss you again.

DOING LAUNDRY TOGETHER. “and then he ate it. he looked at me in the eye and ate it,” donghyuck indignantly recounts how jungwoo ate the last piece of the lunch the group shared while pulling clothes out of the washing machine. “he was probably hungry, hyuck,” you say as you take the clothes in your hands and drop them in one of the baskets. “no, (y/n), he ate his entire plate and then he ate mine. and his plate had double– no! triple what mine had,” you let out a soft chuckle as you walk over to his side and take his face between your hands to plant a delicate kiss on his addictive lips. “you always eat his food, hyuck, let him eat yours,” you say as you kiss him again. “hey! it's no fun if you side with him,” you laugh and his hands travel to your sides to start ticking you. the room is flooded with laughter and screams in seconds and the clothes are forgotten on one side. “are you on his side? does my beautiful girlfriend take someone else's side?” he asks as he continues to tickle your body. “no–” laugh, “it's ju-it's just–” laugh, “s-stop–” laugh. donghyuck ignores your words and continues his attack until his fingers start to ache slightly. your body is lying on the floor and it doesn't take long for him to lie down next to you, but not before leaving a quick kiss on your lips. you move until your head finds his warm chest and he gently kisses it. “i can cook something if you're hungry,” you offer. “let's cook together, love,” your boyfriend replies, “but let me kiss you some more first,” he says as he lifts your face to press his lips against yours. doing laundry can be really fun, donghyuck thinks as he continues to kiss you deeply.

WHEN YOU MAKE THE BEST USE OF SMALL PLACES. “hyuck, i don't fit in there,” you say in an obvious tone. it's been hours since your boyfriend sat in front of his computer and he hasn't paid attention to you ever since. you tried to get some college work done and it was very much productive for the first few hours until you started to miss his touch. you didn't want to bother him since you knew how important it was for him to be focus on his hours of play, but it was inevitable for you to touch his shoulder as soon as you began to get impatient. “yes, you do fit in here, baby, just come.” you boyfriend's best offer was to sit on his lap after you've confessed how much you missed him, however, the chair he's sitting on isn't roomy enough for both of you. “hyuck,” you say complainingly. “wait,” he settles back well into the backrest and grabs you by the waist to position you between his legs, your feet touching the chair. “here we go. wasn't that hard, was it, love?” he asks mockingly. you adjust better so that your head's resting on his chest and his hands press his grip around you tighter, pulling you fully into his body. after a few minutes, you fall into a deep sleep with your fingers firmly gripping his hoodie. “sweet dreams, baby, i love you,” donghyuck says as he places a kiss on the top of your head and continues his game.

ENJOYING THE SILENCE TOGETHER. a heavy rain interrupted the afternoon you had prepared for donghyuck on his day off. you'd go on a picnic in front of the han river, enjoy a nice walk holding hands, and then go home to sleep cuddling all night. it wasn't something very extravagant or big but it had been prepared with a lot of love. the tears that formed in your eyes melted your boyfriend's heart with sadness, he knew you had been waiting for this day for weeks now and suddenly everything was spoiled by the unexpected rain. in an attempt to calm you down, he offered you a quick nap. one hour turned into two, two into three and three into five. by the time you both wake up, the rain had stopped and gray clouds were creeping into the sky. you decided to stay home because it was cold and neither of you wanted the other to get sick. after a couple of kisses, silence inevitably came. while reading your book, donghyuck watches a new drama on his phone. you don't exchange a word but you feel inexplicably comfortable. your legs on his are the only connection needed, aside from your souls. you look at him, you can't believe how lucky you are to have him in your life. he looks at you, he knows that he'll marry you one day.

LATE-NIGHT WALKS HAND BY HAND. night had slowly fallen into seoul. after a date full of love and tenderness to which donghyuck took you with the excuse of celebrating you for being you, you decided to walk under the moonlight enjoying the warm wind and each other's company. the moon you stared at last night as you talked about a dreamy future together is the same one that tonight finds you smiling at each other as you confess your love through whispers and kisses as soft as a feather. there are times when donghyuck feels like he doesn't value you like you deserve, that he doesn't spend enough time with you even though tries, that he doesn't take you out on dates often, that he doesn't kiss you like you deserve to be kissed. you don't complain, though. you know that his hectic schedule sometimes doesn't allow him to be by your side all day, but the fact that he lives the life he has dreamed of comforts you in its entirety. “i love you,” he says as he holds your face in his hands. he leaves a kiss on your forehead, one on each side of your cheeks, one on your nose. then he directs them to your neck until they finally land on your lips. “i love you so much,” he repeats. “my heart has ceased to belong to me since the day i started loving you,” he confesses between kisses. “it's yours, i'm yours,” he whispers with tears in his eyes. he loves you so much it hurts. “i love you, hyuck, i'll love you forever,” you reply, looking into his eyes. “all that i promised you last night will come true, love, i promise,” he says. the moon that keeps each night talk is the same one that witnesses such act of love in its purest expression, and the same one that knows that all the promises he had made to you are patiently waiting to be fulfilled. and the moon knows he will.

you are my sunshine - haechan scenario

Chillin’ in our Youth’s last episode tonight🥺 have you seen it? Hyuck was so cuuteeee this whole trip my heart cannot handle him so here’s a quick fluff scenario for the feels!! hope you like it💛🌻

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butterflytaeil

2 years ago

nak repost this seribu kali

It’s The Way You Learn To Love

pairing: any (male) idol x you

word count: 1.1k

a/n: ik this is something very different and HYYH is gonna be updated a lil later I have just been in my feels so. here’s a short lil thing you can input your bias into (i originally wrote it for wonwoo actually haha) :) please. tell me what you think cuz tbh I am so insecure about my writing it’s been a hot minute since I did so regularly lol, also to my fellow abused babes whose view of love has been warped because of what they’ve been through you’re not alone and you deserve to have this! without further ado here is a very self indulgent drabble lol

It’s the way you thought he forgot your birthday. He comes home from work with a soft smile, excited to see you as always, and your heart sinks when you see his empty hands. He pulls you into a hug and tells you you’re going out for the night, and to wear whatever you like. You swallow the lump in your throat and do your makeup, and he takes you to the cinema; the fancy one you like, with the cushy sofas and drinks delivered to your seat. He buys a bottle of wine and pulls you back against his chest and presses a soft kiss into your hair, whispering “happy birthday, baby”, and you feel a wave of guilt wash over you.

“I thought you forgot, you didn’t get me anything”

“We just never did that in my family, so I didn’t really think to. I’m sorry, we can go shopping together after this if you want,” And you realise you hadn’t really discussed it, he wasn’t raised that way, and the memories you made that night meant more to you than any material possession could have. When your anniversary comes a few months later he arrives home holding a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates.

It’s the way he holds your hand in crowds because he knows you get anxious and, while he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he is scared of losing you in the sea of people. He traces circles on the back of your hand absentmindedly; a subconscious way of calming you down. And when you glance back at him he grins and gives your hand three squeezes - your own nonverbal way of saying “I love you”. You squeeze back. One. Two. Three.

It’s the way you got all done up because you weren’t feeling great about yourself and he doesn’t mention it. You are in a bad mood all day and even you don’t realise why. You go to see him in the practice room and the members are all slightly teasing.

“You’re looking just as good as he’s been saying,”

“He hasn’t shut up about you all day!”

And he kisses you in front of them all, which he never usually does, eyes adoring and bright as he gazes down at you. He sees the vulnerability in yours. He’s absolutely lovesick, he’s just shy, and you blush as he cups your face in his hands.

“You look so good, always,” he whispers, shutting out the oohing and aahing of the other men watching you.

It’s the way he reads to you in a deep, gentle voice as you lie in his lap and look up to watch his concentrated face. Every so often he moves his hand to card it through your hair, or lean down to kiss you briefly, and when you’re lulled into a peaceful sleep by the husky susurrations he chuckles softly and pulls the blanket off the back of the couch to cover you with. “I knew that would work,” he murmurs. You have been struggling to sleep recently. He keeps his fingers running through your tresses idly, unable to take his eyes off of you.

It’s the way he brings you random clay figures and kitschy knick knacks from antique shops because they made him think of you, your favourite chocolate bar from the corner store near your apartment because you had a bad day, your coffee in the morning from the coffee shop down the street because you’re too busy. And he never asks anything in return, but he never has to, because you do the same for him. You’re always on each other’s minds. Your apartment is full of tiny things. Your favourite is a set of baby blue and grey porcelain cat salt and pepper shakers, because they are so reminiscent of you both.

It’s the way he sits on the floor and holds you tight to him as your body shakes, wracked with sobs, as the stress overwhelms you. And he tells you your anxiety, your depression, your stress - they are not going to make him leave no matter how much you’ve been made to feel like they’re flaws. He tells you love is not the dopamine rush that makes you addicted to someone and he is not chasing a high - his love is caring, his love is patient, his love is not only available to you when you are happy and doing everything he wants. He tells you he hates that you’ve been made to feel like you’re only lovable when you’re useful or ‘nice to be around’, and that you never have to hide your bad days or be afraid to be vulnerable with him. Your fists are balled into his shirt and you apologise incoherently for ruining it with your tears. He kisses your forehead and rocks you in his lap, fingers tracing random shapes on your back. At one point he draws “i ♡ you” on your skin and you can’t help giggling through the tears. He knows you would do the same. In fact you have, many times.

It’s the way he stays silent as you yell at him, random things that don’t mean anything but you’re just too pent up to care. And he knows you’re getting overly emotional and starting arguments over nothing because of how you were raised and your tense home environment, he never blames you, he just waits until you’re all cried out before asking if you need space to calm down or are okay to talk about it now. You never insult him, it is never personal, and he gets it. He doesn’t have to, but he does.

It’s the way you need to vent and he just sits and nods. He listens intently, and he isn’t waiting for his turn to speak. He isn’t thinking about what he could say. He’s genuinely listening, and when you’re finished he tells you it sounds stressful, and he’s proud of you, and he’s always there to hear you out, and you feel a million pounds lighter.

It’s the way you’re both screaming, the atmosphere is tense, and neither of you can really remember why you got so angry. His pride doesn’t get in the way though, and he makes sure every time you fight to tell you he loves you, because he knows you’re scared he’ll leave. And he reminds you it’s normal to fight, and you will talk it out and be okay, and no matter what he adores you and is not going anywhere just because you disagree on something. Because you’re two different people, of course you will have different opinions, but at the end of the day you are one. You tell him you love him too.

It’s the way you have to unlearn everything you were ever taught.

It’s the way he gives you the space to.

It’s the way he loves you.

He loves you.

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butterflytaeil

3 years ago

i m now torn to pieces

saying we're too young to stay in love - yangyang imagine

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“I heard he studied in Germany for a few years”

“Oh yeah, I heard that too. I also heard his family is really rich and he can speak like 4 languages”

“But he has a girlfriend though”

“Says who?” one of the girls defensively asked back, school gossip will never be unavoidable. One way or another, people will always find something to talk about.

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butterflytaeil

2 years ago

“Forever yours, in every lifetime.”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 3.3K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I have no idea if this is even any good lol but here’s this! Basically, Namjoon leaves little notes randomly for reader/Daisy, and this is all about those cute little messages. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

Namjoon was a distraction. A welcomed one but a distraction nonetheless. Staring intensely in the mirror as you attempted to wing your eyeliner, your focus faltered as the man let out a “whoah” from the bathroom entryway.

He had planted himself in the doorway, leaning against the frame, a bottle of iced coffee in his hands as he studied you with interest. A small smile curved on your lips at the sound of his astonishment for your adequate makeup skills.

“That looks hard,” he noted, your smile widening.

“Don’t make me laugh,” you spoke calmly, flashing him a playful glare in the mirror. “It is hard.”

“Sorry,” he replied with a guilty dimply grin. “It’s just fascinating.”

Lowering the eyeliner pen, you cocked your head to the side scrutinizingly. “You get your makeup done all the time,” you reminded him. “Like, professionally.”

“But I don’t get my eyeliner done like that,” he beamed at you as you chuckled lightly. “And I don’t do it myself,” he added, you humming as you returned to your task, trying to get the line just right before you had to head off to work. “You should come do my makeup sometime,” he teased, causing you to scoff at him.

“I can see the tweets now,” you mumbled as you stared at your eyelid in the mirror. “What the fuck happened to Namjoon’s face? The man looks a mess,” you joked. And once again, your focus shifted from your makeup to watch Namjoon as he ducked his chin toward his chest, cute breathy laughs leaving his lips.

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butterflytaeil

3 years ago

pretty

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2 years ago

“One more chapter.”

request also for: “I did the dishes.”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 900+

a/n: Hi lovelies! This is part of the ‘100 ways to say I love you’ drabbles. It was requested by @milk-and-moni, I hope you enjoy it love! I wrote this very quickly and very last minute for Joonie’s birthday so hopefully it’s alright lol. Oh! Also this takes place the night of my fic, “Forever yours, in every lifetime” in which Namjoon promises reader/Daisy he’ll cook dinner for them. Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :))

p.s. Happiest of birthdays to Namjoonie, the best leader and the gentlest man around <3

It was rare that your boyfriend cooked for you, both of you typically agreeing that he should stay out of the kitchen, mostly for his own safety. Namjoon was, to be completely frank, far from a good chef. And he didn’t claim to be, however it seemed as though he had perfected the spaghetti aglio olio recipe he had been practicing.

Contently stuffed full of the delicious pasta, you cleared the empty plates from the table. Leaning down toward Namjoon where he was still seated, you placed a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

“Dinner was amazing, babe, thank you. I’ll do the dishes,” you told him with a smile.

“I told you that you didn’t need a fire extinguisher,” he teased in reply, eliciting a roll of your eyes.

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butterflytaeil

2 years ago

The idea of love oddly scares me now a days. The thought of giving my whole self to another… maybe it’s the fear that someone may throw it away? Or maybe the love I have to offer isn’t enough? Or possibly I’m someone who isn’t meant to be loved? Love is such a confusing, yet wonderful thing in life. We will never truly understand the meaning of “love” and what they stand for, but it’s one of the things us human beings yearn for. Love can be so many things and I think that’s why it’s a gut wrenching fear within me.

Thank you for joining my Ted talk on love.

P.s I know love is scary, but try your best everyday to spread love to those around you.

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butterflytaeil

3 years ago

😀⛑❤️‍🩹

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3 years ago

〔 𝟎𝟕:𝟏𝟔𝐩𝐦 〕 “but He Keeps Eating And Sleeping On My Bunk, I Don’t Understand!”

〔 𝟎𝟕:𝟏𝟔𝐩𝐦 〕 “but he keeps eating and sleeping on my bunk, i don’t understand!”

jaemin brushes a stray hair from his face as he finally finishes his 8 minute-long rant about his youngest roommate. he doesn’t usually complain for this long, but it’s been over two weeks since the last time he came to visit, so it’s not too surprising that he has a lot to share with you.

he sips on what’s left of his evening coffee as he packs away the leftovers of the picnic he’d spent all morning preparing for. he double checks to make sure that all of the containers are completely sealed; you always teased him about that one time he left the lid ajar and food got all over the inside of his bag. sometimes he found it annoying, but he knew he’d forget if you didn’t remind him, so he’s always at least half-grateful.

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butterflytaeil

2 years ago

"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and being alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You have to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes too near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could."

– Louise Erdrich, "The Painted Drum"

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