“I’m A Simple Man, Love.”

Don’t touch me. I think I’m in my Haechan phase 😭 I MEAN JUST LOOK AT HIM! He’s a beaming sun ☀️🥺

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.

his choice

summary: at the end of the day, haechan chooses you despite the distance in time and proximity. but why do you feel so... guilty?

notes: idol!haechan, long distance relationship, no amount of fluff detected in this fic lol 221130 haechan i have real feelings for you

genre: angst | word count: 1.4k

- “baby?”, haechan says on the other line.

“haech… hi.”

you were laying on your bed. it has been a long, tiring week. on the other hand, haechan was sitting in front of his laptop. he was trying to fix his phone, trying to find the right angle for you to see his face clearly via facetime. once he felt everything is settled, he just stared at you. he can’t help but smile at your loving features. you are still beautiful as ever, he thought.

but you can see he was also exhausted. his eyes were kind of droopy, longing for some good night sleep. but he decided to stay up to accompany you while you twist and turn, and find the right sleeping position until you fall asleep.

“not going to bed, haech?”

“i’ll let you sleep first, baby.”

then a faint smile slowly crept on your face.

you thought it was cute. he is still the haechan you knew when he mustered up the courage to say he likes you on that one night in that one september night. you thought it was funny, even. he cannot look you in the eyes when he confessed, shy and all. it was unusual for someone who is loved by plenty to still giggle and blush like a little kid. haechan remains humble, head on the clouds but feet on the ground. and that is why despite the doubts and risks of accepting his love, you took the leap of faith, and haechan never failed to make you feel special every single day.

but with the tremendous amount of work lined up in his unpredictable schedule, you cannot help but feel… sorry.

you would be lying if you say you purposely did not answer some of his calls because he was persistent to see you when he gets the chance to do so.

january 16, 1:07am | haech wrote:

january 16, 1:07am | haech wrote:

where were you?

you weren’t picking up :(

you can almost hear haechan sulking as you read his text.

january 16, 2:15am | you wrote:

just out, haechan.

january 16, 2:16am | haech wrote:

tell me about your day? :)

there were at least six missed calls that you refused to answer before this. as you watched your phone vibrating, you just wished he would… stop. it was also two in the morning from where he is, currently touring and all, while you just came back from work and slept. timezones, the distance; you can’t help but to wonder why he still stays.

january 16, 2:20am | you wrote:

tired, baby.

january 16, 2:20am | haech wrote:

just five minutes, please?

but you just left him on read. the way he waited for you to response as he replied instantly for your texts is already bothering you. you also clearly did not know back then why you would do such a thing to haechan until weeks passed by…

it never occurred to you what exactly it was until you have seen him yawning and falling asleep as the both of you catch up on what has been going on with your lives. you clearly knew it was guilty to have him around while he was struggling to maintain his life and work. the guilt rushed in when he started texting almost apologetic messages saying “i’m sorry, i fell asleep.”, “have a great day, baby! i know you could do it!”, and the recent and out-of-the-blue text message he sent that sent you the urge to hit the block button for his own good:

january 28, 5:55am | haech wrote:

baby. i hope you never get tired of me… of this. i know it has been a rough couple of weeks of us being in different parts of the world. you don’t know how much i want to hold you, kiss you, and hug you at every chance i get. please wait for me to come home. please never be tired. i’m willing to work this out. i’ll make time for you, baby.

don't leave me, please?

and by that time, you knew haechan has been also feeling you were about to back down. it is just that the assumed reasons were different. haechan feels he was losing you because of the lack of time and distance he spends with you, and you, on the other hand, are willing to sacrifice this love that you wanted to keep for a long so he could continue living freely.

so you decided to talk to haechan tonight.

he deserved to at least receive a proper goodbye.

“what time is it there, haech?”

“it’s…” haechan looked at his watch, eyebrows scrunched and all, “two-thirty a.m.”

“aren’t you tired?”

“not when i see you, baby.”

you felt like your heart is about to burst from being squeezed so tightly. you removed your phone from your face and let the camera face in front of the ceiling. you were suppressing your whimpers. it hurts to hear those words; those words that were carefully curated for you to be heard so you would be convinced he is enduring it all when he is not. and giving up the fight is only the answer you have.

“baby…?” haechan asks for you. “still there?”

“yeah, yeah.” you wiped your tears away and faked a forced smile for him to see. you picked up your phone and made sure he could not see any hints of you hurting. “just… picked up something.”

“oh, okay.”

you can hear haechan singing baekhyun’s love again, and you just smiled through the entire mini-show, exclusively for you. he loved singing and sharing his favorite songs with you. you were never a fan of ballads until he came into your life, and suddenly everything felt at ease. but you had to ask before you.

“does it get tiring sometimes, haech?”

“what do you mean?”

“this.”

he looked straight at the camera and stopped the music playing in the background. haechan kind of stood still for seconds, bracing himself on where this conversation is going. but he responded upfront and with no hesitations.

“never.”

“why?” you asked.

“because it’s you.”

“why do you still stay?”

“because it’s you.”

“why do you keep saying it’s me?”

“because i love you.”

haechan can feel the series of questions from you being said so nonchalantly and so monotonously. he already knows your walls are building themselves up as he continuously answers. it was frustrating to see that you were no longer convinced, that the i love yous no longer work.

“stop saying that, haechan.”

“it’s haech.”

“what do i even do for you?”

“you—you make me happy, baby.”

“just go to sleep, haechan.”

“i won’t.”

“why?”

“because i know i won’t be seeing you in the morning after this.”

and you know he was right. you were already consumed by the thought of leaving and convinced he makes himself strong in front of you despite the circumstances.

but haechan is not ready to give it all up, not just yet.

“listen to me, baby. please?”

you turned off your camera, and you can see haechan slightly panicking. but he had to keep his composure still.

“every day, i choose you. my heart chooses you. i come back to you because my heart says so—that you keep me sane. you keep me feeling things; that you keep me afloat; that you keep me human.” haechan insists.

“you are that tiny light that i see whenever i come back to my apartment; and when i see it, it feels like someone’s waiting for me to come home, baby.

you are that someone, baby. you love me because i can fall crumbling and all because you are my home. and you accept my flaws.

it doesn’t matter if i’m tired and all, because you’re… you’re my rest.”

you let out sobs and your cries were no longer able to be contained. haechan waits for you on the other line to open your camera, or at least say something back. he anxiously taps his foot on the floor.

you picked up your phone and there he was, staring intently at a blank screen, biting his lower lip and teary-eyed.

“loving someone is a choice.

and every day, i choose you.”

and before you end the call, you heard him saying:

"i love you so much.

come back to me, baby, please?”

would you?

Tell your kids about me

I hope that when you’re older

and your hair is begin to grey

when you’ve built your life

found your happiness

Your child asks about me one day

I know that you’ll be stunned

But let out a soft smile

I hope that you’ll ask them to take a seat

Cause you’ll be talking for a while

It was never a thought in my head

That we would be sharing our love story alone

I always thought those kids would be ours

But I guess the future is unknown

Please tell them how much I loved you

Share our memories

Give them advise

Tell them about the choices you made

It’ll make you wonder if it was worth the price

Be honest with them about what happened

Please don’t tell them we endet fine

Your first love just not your last love

But maybe we will work out in another lifetime

Kiss Kiss / LDH

words suggested by; anon (mwah)

words; Haechan. Hugs. White. True love. Forehead/eyelid kisses.

(if confused, see post rebloged about me waiting to write blurbs with words suggested. suggestions are still open!)

———

You hated the cold; everything about it was just so gloomy and well— cold. The window curtains weren't pulled back enough to see the blizzard raging outside, the curtains weren't pulled back to see the obscenely bright snow that fluttered across the sky. Yet, despite the cold weather outside, you were warm. So comfortably warm. His arms wrapped around your stomach, your own hands intertwined with Hyuck's as his soft snores filled your ears.

Snow days were probably the best and the worst winter phenomena that occur once every full moon; you loved it because a, you didn't have to go to work, and b, you would be stuck with your favorite person on earth. There wasn't a con unless staying inside all warm and cozy was one, you didn't have a chance to complain.

Carefully turning around because forbid you woke him up, your eyes lingered on Donghyuck's face. How peaceful and beautiful he looked, the way his chest fell into a steady rhythm, his soft features were angelic and delicate as he slept.

Unconsciously, you brought your hand to his face, lightly caressing his cheek. He was so perfect, not meant for this world. Your heart swelled, and the mere thought of him in your life sprang tears to your eyes and sent a wave of happiness coursing through your body.

He's yours. The love of your life is yours.

You gave him a small but lingering kiss on his forehead before pulling back the covers to get ready for the day. However, his arms around your waist didn't move, and the smile that tugged his lips didn't go unnoticed.

"Have you been awake all this time?"

Hyuck's eyes cracked open, "just long enough to know that you kissed me."

"Really?"

"Mh-hm," he let out a yawn, a small smile crossing his face. "Can I show you where you kissed me?"

"I don't know," you hummed, "can you?"

He didn't respond and only brought his face towards yours, peppering your face your kisses on your nose, your cheeks, your eyelids, your lips— just all over your face.

Soft giggles echoed through the room, ones that only got louder and louder as time went on. The cold winter storm outside was nothing compared to the warmth and love that you felt inside the comforts of your boyfriend's arms.

(17:27) hair dye.

"you want to what?" mark asked, a bit taken aback by the unexpected request. "come on mark! it will be fun, and you get to spend some quality time with your favourite person!" you pleaded, taking steps closer. "i don't see renjun around- ow?!" he started before you had given him a punch on his upper arm. he send you a small glare that quickly turned into an amused eye roll. "come on markie poodle." you asked, clinging onto his arm and slightly lifting yourself up on your tippy toes. "what did you just call me?" mark laughed out, tears almost forming in his eyes. "okay, okay. but if the company says something you better take the punishment for me." you smiled in victory, grabbing his hand to lead the both of you to the bathroom. "i promise on my grave that i will take any blame. now let's go and dye our hair." you said excitedly, dragging mark with you. he looked at the back of your head with a smile that held so much adoration. his gaze was usually like that with you. full of unspoken words that he couldn't find the right sentences for to show you how much he adored you. no mix of words doing any justice to how he really felt.

"you're going to look so hot with brown hair." you had told him and he couldn't help but chuckle. "it's just a shade lighter than black, nothing to be complimenting me about." he responding back. "well, you're the mark lee, why wouldn't i compliment you." you questioned and mark couldn't hold back the grin on his face. and as you made eye contact through the mirror, you smiled just as wide. "in that case, you'll look even better than i did with any hair colour." he returned the compliment and you hid your face behind his head, making him laugh out loud. "you're supposed to be the shy loser in this relationship, mark. stick to your job!" you slapped his shoulder as his laugh died down. "i'm sorry, i will go back to being that shy loser if that's the mark lee you like so much." mark said, his hand reaching out to his shoulder where your left hand was placed. he slightly craned his neck to look up at you. "but just know, i meant every bit of it." he sent you a soft smile and you could feel your whole body melt. who had you saved in your past life to deserve such an amazing human being and get to call him yours. "shush." you smiled back, ignoring the way your heart was erratically beating.

. i seriously can't stop thinking of how good mark looks this comeback, may they never ever cut his hair again.

“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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I choose to trust. I choose to believe. No matter what reasons I may have to be skeptical, anxious, and insecure, no matter how very valid those reasons are… I still choose to trust. In love. In friendship. In success. In luck and in hope. In a better future for me, surrounded by those I love. I choose my own future. I won’t let anxiety and trauma choose it for me.

m crying in the corner rn

[10:34 a.m] People would call her Y/N. Jaemin calls her Love.

Love had the most beautiful eyes, always shimmering like someone spilled golden glitter in them. Love's cheeks were always inviting, and don't even get him started on Love's lips — they were their own shade of rose and they were curled up in a smile, his favorite smile— Love was laughing at him.

"What the hell is this?" You giggled, holding his 'gift' in your palm, your other hand setting down your iced drink.

He pouts, "It's a rock."

"Is this your way of telling me that I am dense, or are you asking me for permission to try and crack this open on my head like an egg?"

Love was funny. Love always jokes here and there, making sure that it's at the worst timing ever.

"It's not just a rock, it's a pretty rock! Plus, look at those weird curves, doesn't it look like our initials? Look, this one looks like a star—!" He was cut off from his rambling.

Why had he been so much of a fool? You were beautiful. You were a wonder of a person, a goddess of a girl. You deserved more than palaces of promises and golden kisses; you deserved galaxies and diamonds and he wonders if he could still call you 'Love'.

Love makes Jaemin feel a mixture of 'I'm glad you're mine' and 'Why did you choose me?' and it didn't make sense.

Jaemin was confident, so casual that he comes off as flirty. And maybe he was flirty. But alas, Love, no matter how confident he was, makes him feel inferior. Who knows why or how, or if that was what it was at all.

There was a cold press against his lips, and a hint of your favorite drink left alongside a little stain of your flavored lip balm. His entire face flushes red and he realizes that it couldn't be helped.

It was just the truth of all fates. Fire loves paper to the point where it smothers it with warmth to the point of nothingness, the lady who lives across was widowed and childless having forgotten most of her early years but could recall her first love at just the sight of daffodils, and Jaemin was only one of the sunflowers who looked up to the Sun that is named Y/N —

"Thank you, Jaemin, love," you whisper, pressing a kiss on his forehead and whispering 'just an extra for always being so thoughtful'.

— and Jaemin was the only one Sunflower the Sun would care for like this.

The Sun he calls Love.

He smiles, wordlessly kissing you back.

Other people would call him Jaemin — the Sun calls him Love in return.

gimme gimme!

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. FLUFF! established relationship

warnings. implications to sex towards the end, haechan being so fucking >_< in this one (do y’all understand??)

note. again,, inspired by this tiktok SOMEONE HELP ME FROM MY IMAGINATION AND THOUGHTS BC THIS W HAECHAN ????

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haechan is home with you, but not really for a good reason. he’s exempt from his schedules due to health reasons so he’s instructed to stay home and get some well needed rest. but you’re glad that he’s with you and under your watch.

both of you are on your couch, your back against the arm rest and your legs thrown over haechan’s lap as he’s watching a youtube video on the tv. his arm is slung behind you resting on the couch as his other arm is resting on your thighs, occasionally giving your thigh a squeeze with his hand. you’re on your tablet reading a book you’ve been excited to read that a friend had recommended to you.

this is what your days have consisted of, just you two in your apartment. either glued on the couch snuggled together or talking about anything in your kitchen and laughing or in your bed getting lost in each others warmth. of course, you do leave the house in the morning for classes and come back before dinner, haechan awaiting upon your arrival at the entrance of your front door with open arms and his bright smile.

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