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“I choose to love you in silence because in silence I find no rejection, and in silence no one owns you but me.”

— Rumi

〔 𝟎𝟗:𝟐𝟔𝐩𝐦 〕 “am i really your boyfriend, y/n?”

the question is so out-of-the-blue, you nearly drop the freshly carven watermelon from your hands and into the kitchen sink. “if your name is ‘mark lee’ and you were born on august 2nd, 1999 in toronto, then yes. you really are my boyfriend,” you say from over your shoulder. “why? do you not want to be?”

“that’s not it,” he sighs, propping himself on an elbow as he stretches across the couch. “it’s just kinda hard to remember that i’m your boyfriend when you have six other guys flirting with you all the time.”

you chuckle to yourself. “since when have the dreamies been flirting with me?”

he immediately sits up and points at you. “so you’re admitting that they do!”

“that’s not what i meant, baby.” you quickly gather the fruit into a container and bring it to the living room, offering a fork to your boyfriend before sitting down beside him. “what ‘six other guys’ would you be talking about, other than them?”

“true…” he murmurs, stabbing at an innocent cube of watermelon and shoveling it in his mouth. you half-expect him to squirm in satisfaction, but he doesn’t. instead, he exhales an exasperated sigh and tosses the fork onto the coffee table. “ahhhh, i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know.“

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man :| i feel like punching myself

“No, it’s fine.  I can wait until you’re done talking to them.” with Yuta please🤎

When Yuta comes over, you’re talking on the phone to your parents. It’s been a while since you’ve been able to see them face-to-face, so it’s nice to at least be able to catch up like this. Yuta sneaks through the front door, takes off his shoes, lays his coat over the arm of the sofa, and he sits down at the other end of the sofa from you, just looking at you and smiling and you can tell that there’s something on his mind that he really wants to say. He’s pretty much bouncing in his seat.

You pull the phone away from your mouth but keep it at your ear as your mother goes on jabbering about something. “What?” You ask Yuta.

He shakes his head, holds his finger to his lips and points at the phone.

“She’ll talk for forever if I let her,” you whisper to him. “What is it?”

But Yuta knows that you’ve been missing your parents, that you don’t always get the chance to have long conversations catching up with them. He shakes his head again more vehemently. “No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

So you bring the phone back toward your mouth, resuming conversation with them.

When you said your mother could go on talking for forever, you meant it. She keeps talking, your father occasionally interjecting to ask you random questions or throw out points to enhance your mother’s stories. After a while you’ve honestly kind of forgotten that Yuta’s sitting there with you, but then he scoots closer and you can’t help but sink toward him, his gravity pulling you in. And then he reaches for your free hand. He starts playing with your fingers, then after a while he moves up to playing with your hair, touching your neck and cheek. Then he’s back to playing with your hand.

You’re so distracted now that you stumble over your words while speaking to your parents. You’ve been on the phone with them for hours, said everything you think you could possibly say, and now with Yuta here touching you all over, you think it’s time to say goodbye, so you quickly do.

Your mother ends the call and as your screen goes dark again, you toss your phone down into your lap and turn your attention to your boyfriend.

“What were you so excited about when you got in?”

Yuta shakes his head, still smiling. “Nothing. I could just tell that you were talking to your parents. You were smiling and laughing in that free way you do when it’s them. It just made me really happy. And I wanted to tell you I love you.”

That’s nothing new. Yuta tells you he loves you every day, all the time. He says it first thing when he wakes up and before he falls asleep. He tells you while he’s eating lunch, when he sees something or hears something that reminds him of you. He tells you when you’re falling asleep on his shoulder, when you’re just fixing your hair on a breezy day. He says it all the time, but something about the way Yuta says it in that moment feels different and greater.

“I love you too, Yuta.”

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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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“I think communication starts when words are not present at all … I think we put so much emphasis on language, actually silence is so much more important.”

— Marina Abramovic

a day with the Lee's - Mark Lee au

Hi! it's been a while 😅😊 i'm just having a hard time writing these days hence the lack of content, sorry :( you can send any request/recommendations for a scenario, I'll see what I can do😊 thank u for the love you've shown this blog even when I'm inactive, i do miss writing too.

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It's a busy morning in the Lee household, not because you had work but because it's the first time your daughter would go to daycare. Even though you and Mark have already done this before with your oldest, Minjung, you can tell he's more wary and a bit on edge sending his youngest and only daughter to school

"Did you get Min-jee's backpack?" you ask Mark, seeing him come down the stairs.

"Huh oh yea wait a second" Mark jogs back the same way he came from, chuckling at your husband before turning your head back to little Minjee, helping her put her shoes on.

This is like a normal morning for you, Minjung leaves earlier for school then Minjee wakes up and you get her ready for the day. Now she's finally old enough to go to daycare, you were excited to watch your little girl meet kids her age and socialize but Mark on the other hand thought it's too early.

"Are we sure she's ready for this? We can still wait a year more" he says, walking down the stairs and taking the seat beside his daughter. Immediately she reaches out to hold her dad, you thought Minjung was a dada's boy oh you were wrong. Minjee is way more attached to Mark then her brother. Even as a baby, she only ever wants to be held by her dad and Mark loved every second of it.

Maybe it's the reason why he's more affected about sending Minjee to daycare.

"She'll be fine, she needs more friends her age. Plus I can tells she's getting bored being home all the time. Right, love?" you say lightly pinching her cheeks

"Mama, woo" she says referring to the snoopy plushie her uncle Jungwoo gave her when she was a baby, the name woo kinda stuck so now she calls it woo. Minjee takes that stuff toy with her everywhere she goes.

"It's here, Jee. Come on, we need to go" Mark says before scooping her up in his arms, you take the backpack and followed the two out the door.

Mark puts Minjee in her carseat while you settle in the passenger seat. Then the three of you were off.

The whole ride to the daycare you can tell Mark was growing more and more anxious, repeatedly tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, his legs shaking.

"Mark baby, she'll be fine" you smile at your husband.

"Yea I know, I just... How are you not as emotional right now?" he asks you

"I think I got most of it out with Minjung. I can still remember bawling my eyes out in the parking lot when we left him on his first day" you answer, reaching over to rest your hand on his knee.

"She'll do great, we know the teacher's here they'll take good care of her"

"I know I know"

Letting out a chuckle, you let him be.

When you finally got to the daycare, Mark parks the car but made no move to step out.

"Babe?"

"I can't do this" he mumbles under his breath

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Baby, I don't think I can leave her here. Let's just wait one more year" he said turning to you, this time you see his eyes almost close to tears. Again this made you giggle, taking his face between your hands before giving him a sweet short kiss.

"She'll be fine, who knows maybe she'll love it. Right, Jee?" you say outloud to which you hear your daugther reply with a tiny "Yea!" making you and Mark smile.

The three of you walk hand in hand towards the entrace, you see other parents drop their kids off. Some kids were crying some were okay and walked inside with no problem. Minjee was looking around, the environment definitely new to her. When you got closer at the door, Mark stops walking. Crouching infront his daughter, you can see he's really trying to fight back the tears.

"Hey, me and mama will be right here when you finish later okay?" he asks the girl, "Remember what we talked about last night? You'll play with your classmates and teachers and you'll learn your ABC'S and colors"

"Color with dada?" she asks

"Uh well, dada has to go. But I'll be here when you finish"

"Dada not go with Jeejee?" she asks, a pout already forming on her tiny lips.

Uh oh.

You knew that look. That's the look that would make Mark run to the ends of the Earth just to get what his daughter wants.

"Well uh I uhm Dada can't come with Jeejee"

"Why no dada?" she asks

This time you decided to intervene before the two of them cries right here right now, "Dada and mama will be here okay? You'll go inside and do lot's of fun activities then when you're done we'll be here and Minjung too"

"Oppa?" Minjee smiles upon hearing her brother's name

"Mhm, we'll pick you up later then we'll get ice cream how does that sound?" you tell her, immediately the frown turns into a smile. Then a teacher approaches you, "Hi! Is she joining us for today?"

"Yes, this is Minjee" you say, standing up to greet the teacher

"Oh Mrs. Lee, nice to see you again! Mr. Lee" she greets the two of you, she was Minjung teacher before

"Then this must be Minjung's little sister, she looks just like him. Hello, Minjee I'm your teacher" she says crouching down to greet your daughter

"I know right, Mark's carboncopies" you laugh

"We better get inside, class will start soon. Like always, you can come around 11am to pick her up"

"Yes, we've been briefed during the orientation. Okay Minjee, you need to go inside now. Can mama have a hug?" you ask, crouching down again to hug her before she goes.

"Can't forget dada, come here princess. Dada will come later okay? then we'll cuddle after school" Mark says as he hugs her tightly like he doesn't want to let her go.

"Otay, babye dada babye mama" she tells the to of you. Waving her tiny hand before walking with her teacher. You and Mark watch until she gets inside.

You reach out and intertwine your hand with Mark's, feeling your husband squeeze your hand before walking back to where you parked.

When you get inside the car, you wait for him to say something.

"Love? You alright?"

"I think I'm gonna cry" you hear him mumble, how can this man have two kids and yet still be this adorable.

"Aw love, come here" you say opening your arms for him, Mark gladly hugging you. Holding you tightly against him.

"Our babies are growing up too fast" he says

You pat his back a few times, kissing his cheek before pulling away to look at him.

"I know, she's our second but it doesn't really get easier" you sigh

"How are you not as emotional?" Mark asks you

"Me? Oh I am emotional, you're just being too cute right now. Plus, Minjee might love going to school like Minjung" you tell him, kissing him on the lips before buckling in.

"Now, we have a few hours to ourselves Mr. Lee. What do you say we have some us time?" you smile at him, Mark blinks back at you then he's pulling out the driveway with the sound of your laughter resonating in the car.

moles ♡‧₊˚ lee haechan

pairing : haechan x gn reader.

genre : established relationship, fluff.

summary : you read something on the internet that made you feel jealous of a person you didn’t even know but haechan knows just how to reassure you.

word count : 833 words.

warnings : reader and haechan are whipped for each other, pet names (sweetheart, baby), mentions of an orgasm, naked bodies but no sexual activity involved just a lot of kisses, reader is slightly possessive of haechan, mention of nipple.

a/n : i’m so in love with haechan it hurts. thoughts always full of him 😵‍💫 hope you enjoy this little drabble, requests are open <3

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warmth surrounded you like an orbit, spinning around your body and interweaving with your breaths. with every rise and fall of haechan’s chest beneath your head, your body fell into a never-ending galaxy of buzzing comfort and sparkling euphoria.

the tip of your finger danced around his skin. drawing circles on his bare chest, grazing over his flesh ever so slightly. you placed your palm flat against his heart, you were not surprised at the speed it was beating. both of you very much aware of the love you hold for the other.

and your hearts never lie.

“i read something earlier,” you replaced your palm with your head, tucking it nicely above his chest.

“yeah?” he hummed, his unusual deep and breathy voice vibrating from his body to send dusty ripples down your spine. “what was it about?”

his plump lips gravitated habitually to the top of your head. your hair slightly tickling his stubbled-chin that he hasn’t shaved for a while. he breathed in, your smell intoxicating him, his brain was full of you and every part of his body, from head to toe, was in love with you.

your response was a kiss on the spot where your ear was witnessing a symphony conducted by his heartbeats. you were his favorite song and he looked down at you with stars dancing in his eyes.

his entire body hummed with prickling goosebumps as you gently swayed your lips all over his chest. his breath hitched inside his throat when you ever so slightly teased a kiss over his nipple.

he was enchanted by the way you made him feel. and he enjoyed your sudden possessive demeanor.

you trailed your kisses up his torso, pecking his collarbones and working your way up his neck. your body moved on its own as you straddled him, lips still hot on his skin. on instinct, his hands attached to your waist. manly and slender fingers dancing across the naked skin of your waist until they nuzzled themselves into your hips.

he sighed against your temple as you placed loving kisses on his neck and smiled when he let out the tiniest whine that only you could enkindle in the loudest settings and quietest corners. and he burned in satisfaction.

you pulled away, watching him gently reach out after you. his beautiful neck, jaw and cheek on full display. all pretty and littered with moles you created constellations with inside the galaxies that your eyes held.

“you must’ve been very loved in your past life, and i’m jealous because it wasn’t me who gave you all these beautiful moles,” you pouted, your pointy finger tracing over the moles of his cheek, making out the shape of the constellation you loved so much.

“beauty marks are where your past lover kissed you the most. they sure loved your cheeks, jaw and neck,” you whispered as you kissed over his moles.

haechan laughed way out loud at your cuteness, thumbs swirling over your skin. his hands traveled up your back, settling on your head and pulling you away gently.

“where did this come from, all of a sudden?” he giggled up at you, eyes crinkling. you were sitting so beautifully on top of his body as he was leaning on the soft pillows behind him.

he wanted to engrave this moment in his heart forever.

“i’m so jealous of your past lover,” you curled your hands on his chest, head down and back slightly arched.

“you’re acting as if i just didn’t give you one of the best, most toe-curling orgasms ever, sweetheart. why are you jealous of my past lover and where did this thought even come from?” haechan was seriously so confused but amused at what you were blabbering about.

“i read it online,” you admitted, shrugging.

he wondered if you had even come down from your high. he sat up straight, holding your face with both hands until your lips pouted and he placed multiple kisses on top.

“baby,” first kiss.

“my baby,” second kiss.

“i’m all yours,” third kiss.

“there’s no such thing as a past lover,” fourth kiss.

“and even if there was,” fifth kiss.

“i can assure you that i love you,” sixth kiss.

“one,” seventh kiss.

“thousand,” eighth kiss.

“times,” ninth kiss.

“more than them,” tenth kiss.

“i love you so much, and i’ll love you as long as the stars keep shining in the night skies,” he flipped you over, snuggling you underneath his warm body. he planted multiple kisses down your cheeks and neck, setting up goosebumps to burn on your skin.

“i’ll forever be yours, forever and for a whole lifetime,” he reassured, smiling down at you and brushing his nose against yours.

“then let me kiss you,” you traced his moles again. you’ve always been obsessed with them but this time you couldn’t control your feelings with him. “let me kiss all the places you have moles on your body.”

“can’t turn down an offer like that, i’m all yours baby.”

a/n : this drabble basically wrote itself, RIP. reader is me, i’m so whipped for haechan☹️💘 feedback is appreciated, let me know what you think of this 🫶🏼

“Stop rejecting everything chivalrous.”

seungcheol x reader genre: fluff word count: 1.8K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I just thought it would be cute to write a drabble where seungcheol is just really really soft and in love with his partner, so that’s all this is. Not much plot, they’re just smitten. (and idk how good this is :/ be kind lol) I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

You met Seungcheol in the winter. Your first date consisted of drinking hot coffees and walking around a park after a fresh snowfall. With your glove-covered hands intertwined amid your nervous and infatuated giggles, the date was so perfect, he was so perfect, that it almost felt too good to be true.

Then came the third date, when he took you to a movie. Simple and classic. The second time your fingers brushed each other’s as you reached into the popcorn bucket, you sighed before leaning toward him. As your lips neared his ear, you noticed the way his breath hitched. “If you want to hold my hand, just say so, Cheol,” you whispered to him, and when he turned to face you, you flashed a teasing smile at him. Seungcheol scoffed at you, beaming from ear to ear as he decidedly interlocked his fingers with yours. When you whispered, “finally,” to yourself, a content grin on your face, and Seungcheol giggled in response, you realized you were wrong before. Some things can be perfect without being too good to be true, and Seungcheol was one of those.

After the movie, neither of you wanted to go home quite yet. As you sat in the passenger seat of his car while he drove aimlessly around the city streets, buying time, the windows surrounding you fogged up as the defrost worked overtime to keep the windshield clear. He was intent on stretching out the night for as long as he could, and you were grateful for it. With every streetlight he drove under, he snuck glances at you, not wanting to miss the opportunity to catch glimpses of your features. And every time, you caught him, but he never stopped looking.

In the spring, you and Seungcheol were still smitten with each other. Pulling up to the convenience store, Seungcheol stared at you questioningly for a moment.

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it’s yours - haechan imagine

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“As soon as you begin to ask the question, Who loves me? you are completely screwed, because the next question is How Much? and then it is hundreds of hours later, and you are still hunched over your flowcharts and abacus, trying to decide if you have gotten enough. This is the loneliest job in the world: to be an accountant of the heart. It is late at night. You are by yourself, and all around you, you can hear the sounds of people moving in and out of love, pushing the turnstiles, putting their coins in the slots, paying the price which is asked, which constantly changes. No one knows why.”

— Tony Hoagland, “The Loneliest Job in the World”