“I’m Going To Spend The Rest Of My Life Making You Laugh”

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲.

Pair:  Jaemin x reader Genre:  Fluff, romance, established relationship WC:  2k Synopsis:  A rare early morning spent suspended above the city with your lover by your side.

  There’s a certain sound of the city just before the sun has risen. It’s a different type of silence; one of anticipated liveliness, one that is never truly quiet. It’s the sound of buses and taxis driving about on their routes, engines revving upon green lights and brakes squeaking upon red. The vibration of the engine that carries its way up, up, up through the space between the buildings, reverberates through the stillness of the morning. It’s white noise–muffled and forgettable most of the time. That is unless it’s dawn, only then does it ring serene.

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still here

summary: it all started with a kiss from your best friend, mark. and most cases, one night stands do not usually end well... right?

note: best friend!mark, sexual implications, cursing/profanities, making out? and purely confused and panicking mark lee.

genre: 99.9% angst and 0.1% fluff | word count: 1.5k

- mark never had a good night's sleep in a while until now.

he opened his eyes and the window to his left side almost told him “good morning”, so bright, so sunny. but he looked at the bookshelves beside a study table, and the bulletin board stacked with utility bills and polaroid films of friends just above a supposed to be a replica of surely an andy warhol pop-art painting.

this was definitely not mark’s room.

he was about to remove the blanket that is sitting on his legs when a figure beside him shuffled a little. the back facing him was bare, messy hair all he could see. but he instantly recognized it, and the room, for so long; because it was you.

slightly panicking, mark carefully removed the warm clothing above his thighs then there he saw that he was only wearing his boxers. right above, just a little, he could see the messy lining of his shirt, and it was definitely worn the other way around.

he rose from the bed carefully, avoiding causing any disturbance. mark made sure his footsteps were inaudible while he was looking for his pants and grey hoodie on the floor. he slowly picked his jeans up, but the belt still made a faint clang noise that he held it so tightly while putting it back on. he also removed his wrinkled, reversed shirt so it would be worn correctly this time before topping it with his grey hoodie.

then mark just… stood there in front of your bed, watching you, trying to recall what has happened last night. then it was all slowly coming back to him.

now, if you happened to wake up at this very moment, then what would he do?

-

mark bit his lower lip as he was trying to answer the question he is about to face later on. he suddenly felt the need to apologize.

maybe because may have been selfish.

he suddenly kissed you while watching before sunrise. maybe, just maybe, if the romantic and sexual tension were not so intense throughout the film, then he would not have needed to finally act upon what he has been thinking all this time.

but the fact that you gave in... god, he thought, you gave in. no sight of alcohol around, just pure sober thoughts. mark has no idea where he got the push.

but was he remember asking you if you wanted it. mark needed the confirmation, just to make sure you are on the same page as him.

“you want this, right?”

you were catching your breath from the heated kiss when he asked. and yes, you wanted more.

“i would not hold back this time, baby”, you giggled. you liked him calling you baby. “are you sure?”

“mark..." you replied. "baby…”

you were straddling him and started kissing his neck again. mark’s eyes were closed and feeling his crotch against your clothed sex, but he was not so sure that you understand; that if you continue along, the morning may not be the same anymore.

and now, with mark wondering, here we are.

so he removed your arms, now wrapped around his neck while you planted kisses on his cheek, and firmly intertwined his hand with yours.

mark looked you in the eyes so intently, your gaze could not leave his.

“i’m asking again,”, he emphasized. “are you sure you really want to do this?”

and it took you seconds to nod, as you had already caught what he is thinking—the consequences, the adjustments, the confrontation to be served via breakfast.

“mmh”, you hummed.

“words. i need to hear it.”

“yes, mark. i want this.”, you replied. “do you?”

“yes, i do… so much.” he put his palm on the right side of your cheek, just a little graze yet soft, so warm, so lovely. “you have no idea.”

mark has been staring at your still-sleeping figure for too long. too long, really. should he just leave a text that says, “hey... we need to talk about last night.”? or maybe go for an old-fashioned way and write a note saying “i had to go. errands.”, when in fact, it is a sunday morning and he is actually on work leave?

but omitting some words behind these questions, should he leave?—the simple question as it is, but would he be treating you the same as his one-night stands? for him, you deserve more than just ditching and letting avoidance do its own work at this point. you are a friend—the best friend.

you finally shuffled from your former position, still sleeping. from facing the back, your body is now almost facing where mark stands still. his fight or flight response is now asking him several questions. he wanted to run from the consequences he emphasized last night. he thought he could handle them but fuck, no.

mark, noticing that you were still unconscious made him run his fingers through his hair. slightly frustrated and he may have muttered "fuck, fuck, fuck!", a little too loud and-

“just lock the door when you leave, mark.”

mark froze on his feet, mouth agape at your sudden words.

you said it so... nonchalantly. and so you went back to your former position, facing your back against him once again too quickly but still, eyes closed.

you were waiting for him to leave immediately now you may have answered the thing that has been bugging him for minutes now.

and of course, you knew the moment you gave in, there was no turning back. you wish you could say “i love you.”, but you would have rather devour into the kiss, hoping your actions would translate those words instead. so you went along; touching him for the very first time, and feeling all of him for the last time.

but what hurts most is that you know where this is gonna go, that you will wake up to the sounds of shuffling and rummaging the one-night stand’s clothes on the floor, and the footsteps while the guy is putting his shoes on. and what has happened this morning so far is no exception.

maybe mark was too kind just to leave because you are you. and it stings more to know that you are just… a friend.

and it hurts more to see that he was ready to go.

so you just had to instruct him what others usually do. and you just wish you woke up a little later on an empty, messy bed—finding him gone for good.

-

mark felt a strong pang struck into his chest. he felt like his heart is being held tight, being twisted, being ripped into pieces.

and it hurts him more that you thought he was going to leave, that you thought he was going to be another one-night stand, and that you have already accepted that everything that you both went through is now ruined.

so when mark walked towards the door, your breath suddenly hitched but was inaudible. he clicked the lock, turned the doorknob, and you heard the door opening and closing.

you finally let out a sob that has been desperately wanting to be released as he was collecting his things.

tears damped your pillow until your cries lulled you to sleep.

-

your room is illuminated by the sunset, thanks to the always bright window. already past afternoon, you managed to escape the dreadful morning.

a little foolish of you, really, to check your phone and hope mark would leave a text. you chuckled at the ridiculous thought, only to find your notification bar empty.

but then you heard faint noises coming from your living room. a little shuffling and steps over there. you stood up and opened your door.

and there he was, actually in the kitchen, checking out what is in your refrigerator. you slowly walked in his direction.

“mark?”

he turned around and said, “hey.”

“what are you doing?”

“trying to cook.”

and he was holding his phone, and there appears to be a cooking tutorial paused on the screen.

“cook what?”

“pesto…? actually, dang, you don’t have enough ingredients so i’m just gonna do a quick run at 7/11 so—”

“mark?”, you asked, now more confused than ever, “you never left.”

for mark, this was never a mistake. he had wanted and waited for this for so long. this—overcoming the boundaries and just feeling you entirely–the making out, the fucking, the embracing, the tangled bodies, the intertwined hands, the how are yous, the sharing of joys and growing pains, everything and more; and most importantly, the i love yous.

he finally did not walk out the door for once, now that he has had you in his arms last night. no fumbling with the bags this time.

enough of the jealousy and the constant checking of his phone, waiting for a text after you went out on a date, thinking he is going to lose you to another guy because mark could never say how much you mean to him. no more subtle touching, like how he likes it when he wraps his arms around your shoulders. sometimes, he would just leave it there after saying he needs to protect you while crossing the street. and more, so much more.

mark needs more—never from but of–mark needs more of you. because good god, for once, he knows what love is—and love is the entirety of you.

so mark just shrugged with a sheepish grin plastered on his face.

“still here, baby.”

and you loved that cute, stupid smile every single time.

what a sight.

“Some things go too deep to be forgotten.”

— John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga

“Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.”

—

I'm torn on whether I should write about you again.

Will my heart race once more when I write your name or will I just feel the regret of never really letting you understand how deeply I fell for you?

You won't ever be reading this piece, for all I know is that you're so in to your own world, and I love that about you, but sometimes you end up forgetting about me.

You see, I've grown. I've been better, but my adoration towards you will remain until the time I take my last breath.

For every time I will fall for someone, there will always be a detail crafted from the feeling of falling for you.

I know how I'll fail in trying to forbid my heart to speak about you. That's just something I'll never learn.

This might be the way for me to give myself my own closure.

So even without you knowing, I'll write about you, pab. Til the day I get to realize that I've let you go fully.

—sheinvanilla

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One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’

“Pull over.  Let me drive for awhile.”

“It reminded me of you.”

“No, no, it’s my treat.”

“Come here.  Let me fix it.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Have a good day at work.”

“I dreamt about you last night.”

“Take my seat.”

“I saved a piece for you.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“You can have half.”

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

“Sorry I’m late.”

“Can I have this dance?”

“I made your favourite.”

“It’s okay.  I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Watch your step.”

“Here, drink this.  You’ll feel better.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“You can borrow mine.”

“You might like this.”

“It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.”

“I’ll wait.”

“Just because.”

“Look both ways.”

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”

“Try some.”

“Drive safely.”

“Well, what do you want to do?”

“One more chapter.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“It looks good on you.”

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“That’s okay, I bought two.”

“After you.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I like your laugh.”

“Don’t cry.”

“I made this for you.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Is this okay?”

“I picked these for you.”

“I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“What do you want to watch?”

“You can go first.”

“Did you get my letter?”

“I’ll do it for you.”

“Call me when you get home.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“Are you sure?”

“Have fun.”

“Sit down, I’ll get it.”

“I made reservations.”

“I don’t mind.”

“It brings out your eyes.”

“There is enough room for both of us.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“Wow.”

“Happy birthday.”

“I’ll pick it up after work.”

“It can wait until tomorrow.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“It’s two sugars, right?”

“I’ll help you study.”

“Stay over.”

“I did the dishes.”

“You didn’t have to ask.”

“I bought you a ticket.”

“You’re warm.”

“No reason.”

“I’ll meet you halfway.”

“Take mine.”

“We can share.”

“I was just thinking about you.”

“I want you to have this.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“Do you want to come too?”

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

“Is your seatbelt on?”

“Sweet dreams.”

“I was in the neighbourhood.”

“Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.”

“The key is under the mat.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re important too.”

“I saved you a seat.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“I noticed.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I hope you like it.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“I believe in you.”

“You can do it.”

“Good luck.”

“I brought you an umbrella.”

“I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Be careful.”

  And…

  100.  “I love you.”

it’s yours - haechan imagine

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let’s grab some dinner [one shot]

-fluff/comfort

-Johnny x College Student!FemReader/OC; established relationship

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: College is beating you up so your sweet boyfriend wants to have dinner with you so you can have a little break

Warnings: over-caring Johnny (in a thoughtful way), mentions of not eating on time/skipping meals, 

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[8:43 pm]

Printed handouts, pens of different colors, paper clips, books, sticky notes, and many other things can be seen in your disorganized study desk. A usual scene in your one bedroom apartment as the season changes and the weather gets cold because it means the exams just started and you just know that many more assessments will be given in the coming days. 

Getting your not-so-warm cup of tea and taking a little sip, you then check your phone for the time. It was almost 9pm and you’re still not done with the take home exam due the day after. Might be a little early for some to finish this, but you just don’t want this to coincide with a major exam on the same day of its deadline. 

You do some stretching and then look at the overview of your work. “Wow, I am definitely not close to finishing this paper tonight. How long have I been just sitting here and doing this?” You can really give your full attention to tasks and accomplish them as early as possible. You try to keep this kind of time management so you can still have time for yourself before going to bed, but this take-home exam would just not allow it. 

The white noise in your room  was disrupted by your phone as a call came in.

Johnny Suh is calling…..

For someone in a 3-year relationship you have to  admit that his contact name in your phone is a bit bland, and he’s been pestering you about it since the start.

Smiling widely, you answer his call and put it on speaker.

“What can I do for you Mr. John?”

“Wow, no ‘Hi babe, I miss you’ or something like ‘Hi baby, I’m glad you called’? What is happening to society nowadays?”

“Okay, fine. Hi Johnny, I miss you. There, happy?”, you reply dryly just to annoy him a bit.

Johnny is surely the more affectionate one in this relationship. The ways he makes you feel loved, it’s like he took a masterclass for it.

“You didn’t call me baby but okay. I haven’t heard from you the whole day, how are you? Are you very busy because of your upcoming exams?”

You explain to him that you are trying not to stack one assessment over another and that you try your best to finish your other assignments earlier so you have enough time to study for the exams and that you get a good amount of sleep too.

“Okay, I get it. But what were you doing the whole day? You didn’t even spare me a reply.”

It was evident from his voice that he was already pouting by now. 

“I was doing my take-home exam, it’s due on Friday and I have an exam that day. I want to finish it already so I can study for my Chemistry exam without thinking about my other subjects. I’m about 60-65% done with it, I think”

“Okay, at least now I know you were not eaten by your closet monster.” He jokingly said. You can just imagine the big smile he had when he mentioned your closet monster, remembering that you told him about your childhood fear that Monsters Inc. was real. You smile shyly because he remembers the memories you treasure. 

“Well, for me I just finished the varsity meeting and had my dinner there since they gave us salads. Now, I’m on my way to get some coffee. How about you, what did you get for dinner?”

Along with his affectionate side, your boyfriend has that kind of love a mother has.

“Actually I haven’t had dinner, I was ab-”, you were cut-off with a panicked voice.

“It’s already 9pm! Your last meal was around 1pm-ish. You should get enough sustenance, especially now that you're studying so much because of the exams. Having not enough food will make you sick. You being sick will make studying harder and-”

His over-caring side is sometimes annoying because of his never-ending sermons, but you do understand that it's from a place of love and since you go from different universities it's only seldom you can really spend time with him, unlike in highschool where you can have lunches together. 

“Mom, chill. I get it, sorry I got lost doing my school work. Don’t worry after this call, I’ll have something delivered.”

“No, I won’t take that chance. We're going to get dinner.”

Of course you disagreed with what he said because you don’t want him to drive at this hour when he could be resting after his long day. “But John you just had dinner, I’ll just order something later”.

“No buts, I’ll meet you in our place in about 20 minutes tops.”

“Are you sure? I can just eat here in my apartment and you can just go home and rest already.”

“And don’t take the chance to see you and have yourself a little break? I don’t think so. I’ll see you there love.”

As you say your goodbyes and remind him to drive safely, a bigger smile is now plastered on your face. He’s a little stubborn but he's a very sweet guy. Maybe he was just using ‘dinner’ as an additional excuse to see you tonight? Maybe, maybe not. Nonetheless, you feel nothing but loved and cared for. 

You got ready after the call and went straight to the café just below your apartment. This was the place where you and Johnny often celebrate milestones in your relationships since this is where you two first met. Your first encounter with him was in high school, when you were getting some pastry for an afternoon snack and he was ordering coffee and eventually you two started dating. Now, you are attending a university just near your high school alma mater while he chose a university downtown. 

[9:17 pm]

You entered the cafe and there were a handful of students in there, some were studying and some were dining. 

“Hey Y/N! Welcome, what can I get for you?”

The waiter asks as they recognize you.

“I’ll just order a cup of tea for now, I’m also waiting for Johnny”

“Sure, you can take your usual table.”

“Thanks you’re the best.”

Time went by quickly and you just received a message from him saying that he had arrived in the building and was just looking for a parking space. Seconds after, you see him in his after school clothes, and has that sweet smile he always does when he sees you. He approached you with his twinkling eyes and glorious smile. 

“Hi love, did you order already?”, he leaned down a bit to place a short kiss in your forehead,

“Not yet, I was waiting for you.”

He sat down and asked for a menu from one of the waiters and politely said thank you when he was handed it. Both of you made your choices and the waiter wrote it down also noting that your food will be ready in about 10 to 15 minutes.

“So what is your schedule for the rest of the week?”

“I have this take-home exam due on friday, a major exam on friday too, and lastly a discussion forum by friday at 8PM. But no biggie, the discussion forum is gonna be a piece of cake.”

“That’s my smart baby right there.”

“I’m not smart, I just try to do my best in every assessment.”

“Yes you are the most hardworking person I know, but please don’t forget to take care of yourself and have breaks okay? For the times that things get overwhelming, don’t hesitate to call for me because I’ll be there. When you need breaks, I'll always be there to cheer you up. Always. Just for you.”

What he doesn’t know is that just by seeing his smile, you’re already energized and you feel like you can overcome anything.

“I know, thank you for everything Johnny.”

“I love you, I’m here every step of the way.”

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Author's Note:

This is my first ever fanfic! I've only been a reader since I started my interest in fanfictions. I hope you'll like it! I would extremely appreciate it if you'll leave comment of what you think could happen next or what part you liked the most. Also, if you can, please share some writing knowledge with me so I can improve more! Thank you!

“What’s the full moon called in December?”

hoseok x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.6K

a/n: Hi lovelies! This is just tipsy moon gazing with Hobi and Petal/reader. It’s cold, they’re in love, and the moon is full and bright. Also this is very much just written as a moment in time so it’s kind of random and there’s no real solid plot. They’re just vibing. Ok! I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

Tipsy giggles poured from the apartment out onto the balcony, the gleeful sounds mixing with the noises of vehicles beneath you. As you and your boyfriend tumbled into the cold, his arms wrapped around your waist, you struggled to drape a blanket around his shoulders.

“Whoah, look at my breath,” he announced, exhaling into your face to show you the misty cloud that left his mouth. The whiskey had a much bigger impact on Hoseok, a renowned and beloved lightweight, than it did on you.

Smiling in amusement, you rolled your eyes playfully. “Yeah, it’s freezing out here, that’s why you need to let me put this blanket over you,” you pointed out to him. Hoseok peered over his shoulder to see the plush floral throw. His eyes widened before he helped you to tug it over him, just before he pulled you flush against his chest.

“We haven’t come out here in forever,” he hummed against your hairline, leaving the faintest of kisses to your hair.

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