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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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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.

[ 23:58pm ] — i love you. remember that.

you and haechan were polar opposites. he was sociable, outgoing, popular, and charmed every person he crosses paths with. he was very ambitious and hardworking and was probably voted most likely to succeed in high school. you, on the other hand, preferred to keep to yourself most of the time, essentially satisfied with mediocrity, and an overall one’s usual plain jane.

you never understood why he liked you in the first place.

the insecurities in your relationship with haechan rarely clog your mind, but when they do, they hit you like a truck. you tended to distance yourself from your boyfriend, wallowing in your own self-pity until he maybe notices and coaxes you out of it.

you wonder how long until his patience with your negativity runs out and leaves you for someone else. someone better.

“you ok?” haechan’s voice snaps you out of your downward spiral. you blinked a few times out of shock, then responded curtly. “yeah, i’m alright.”

haechan narrowed his eyes at you, obviously not believing a word you’re saying. “penny for your thoughts?”

“it’s nothing, hyuck. go back to playing.”

you used his real name. haechan let out a quiet sigh, took off his headphones and squeezed himself next to you on the bed. you swore you could hear jaemin and jeno yelling at him through his headphones for being afk, but before you could point it out, haechan already has you locked in, his arms snaking around your waist and his legs tangled above yours.

“have i ever told you that you’re pretty?” he whispered.

“sometimes.” you hummed.

“maybe i should be saying it more.” he quietly chuckled.

“you don’t have to.”

haechan scooted almost impossibly closer to you, his breath fanning your neck, the distance between your bodies disappearing.

“have i ever told you that i love you?”

you pause for a moment, guilt creeping into your system. “always.” your boyfriend was one who never shyed away from expressing his feelings. he made sure you felt loved, you hear that you’re loved. his one question was a message to you – ‘i love you, yet why do you feel that way?’ why do you feel so insecure in your relationship when he has never failed to appreciate you? to love you?

“i love the way your forehead scrunches up when you focus.” he started, his fingers softly touching and gliding over your bare arms.

“i love the way you get excited when i come home with cheesecake.” he lightly laughed at the thought as his hands travelled up to your face, cupping your cheeks and making you face him. “i love the way you’re so goddamn bad at valorant, yet you play with me when i ask you to.”

“i think about you all the time. your smile, your hands, your face, your laugh. i think about you before i sleep, the moment i wake up, everytime i eat. it’s you that i see. you’re running through my mind all day it’s . . “ he let out a somewhat exasperated sigh. “you’re the only person who makes me this insane, y/n. really.”

“i love you, y/n. you and only you, just the way you are. forever and always.” his voice was much quieter now and his grip around your waist tightened.

“i’m sorry.” was all you could croak out

“it’s okay. i love you. remember that.”

the two of you were silent for a moment. the guilt in your system slowly subsided into feelings of gratefulness – you were thankful he noticed something’s wrong with you quickly, and you were also thankful he knew how to snap yourself out of it.

“wanna watch a movie?” you suggested.

“i’d like that.” he giggled. he slowly snaked himself away from you to get the tv remote, but his movement halted when you called out his name.

“donghyuck?”

his real name. again. he turned back to face you once more.

“i love you, too. forever and always.”

he grinned, moved closer to you and gave you a light peck on the lips.

“i know.”

a/n: i have returned. haechan making me feel things lately god im so in love w him it’s insanejfksmd.

“Some walks you have to take alone.” - Suzanne Collins

“To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.”

— Unknown

🌼 picnic - choi vernon (500 follower special) 🌼

ask: 'for your 500 follower event, could i get a fluff drabble with husband!vernon about going on a surprise picnic with fem wife? Ty ty also congrats :)) you deserve it~' - @hanzzzol

genre: lots of fluff! + husband!vernon au

content warnings: none that i know of!

wc: 1k (a drabble, yeah)

a/n: thank you for both the request and the kind words my lovely! this was such a cute idea and i hope i did it justice 💞 feedback is of course always appreciated, and the 500 follower event can be found here :)

The world seemed to still as your eyes met, both of you staring at one another like a deer caught in headlights. Vernon blinked first, rapidly, swallowing hard.

“What are you doing home?” You broke the heavy silence with furrowed brows, finally shaking your shock and frankly just happy you weren’t in the middle of a home invasion. He looked down at the lamp you were grasping in your hands and burst into laughter, the reality of the situation setting in.

“Did you bring that to attack me with?” He choked out around giggles, causing your face to heat up as you set the porcelain base on the countertop.

“I brought it to attack whomever was robbing my home, actually,” you scoffed in response, padding over to wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face into his chest. His sweater was soft against your cheek, and even though it smelled of the detergent you always used, he smelled like home. “I thought you left for work?” He raised a hand to pet your hair, smiling fondly as your words were muffled by his clothes.

“We have the day off today, I just wanted to surprise you,” he murmured into your hair as he pressed a kiss into it. “I went to the store, look!” You reluctantly pried your face away to look at the kitchen countertop before you, wondering how you hadn’t seen the assortment of finger foods when you’d initially walked in. Sandwiches were in the process of being cut up into cute triangles and various fruits were packed into tupperware containers, fresh pastries nestled in greaseproof paper beside them. He started towards the living room, begrudgingly removing your arms from his sides. He felt like every part of you was made for him, as you fit together so perfectly, like you were a puzzle piece he’d been missing. He adored your warmth and your scent, the way you nuzzled into him at any given opportunity, the way he could feel you smile against him even when he couldn’t see your face.

Your hand fit snugly in his as he led you through the doorway, gesturing proudly to the sofa. Sat atop the cushions was a wicker basket, delicately weaved, large and spacious with white ribbons adorning the handles and circling the middle. You gasped at how pretty it was before it hit you; you’d mentioned in passing that you’d never been on a picnic before a few weeks ago when Vernon had chosen Emma for your weekly film night, but you hadn’t put much thought into it.

“You remembered that?” You smiled softly, touched by the gesture, and he nodded with a grin.

“I might forget my own birthday sometimes, but I never forget anything you tell me,” he chuckled as you pulled him in for a chaste kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“Thank you,” you whispered, to which he kissed you briefly again.

“Anything for you, wifey,” he cooed, chortling when you exaggeratedly pretended to gag. “I’ll finish the food, get ready to head out.”

The breeze was soft, tousling your hair and tickling your skin as you laughed heartily with your husband. The sky was azure and entirely clear, deep blue fading to a silvery pale hue on the horizon, and the trees rustled gently as if conversing with one another. Magpies sat among the leaves, calling out and singing, but the sound was drowned out by shrieking children playing nearby. The food was delicious, moreso in your opinion because you were enjoying it with your favourite person in your favourite park. You pointed every dog you saw out to him with an excitement he was always quick to mirror, and earned kisses all over your face as a result, him squealing about how you were irresistibly cute.

Eventually, you let your head fall into Vernon’s lap as you giggled at another one of his silly jokes, not missing the way his face softened when he looked down at you. He brushed a strand of hair from your face and let his hand rest warmly on your cheek, both of you falling suddenly quiet as you simply observed one another.

“You’re so pretty,” he hummed after a moment, eyes scanning over your face tenderly.

“You see my face like, every day,” you chuckled, trying to wave off his compliment in spite of the knowledge he could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. “Even when you’re on tour, I’m literally your phone wallpaper,” you picked his phone up from the gingham blanket and showed him the screen as if he were somehow unaware, making him scoff.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still absolutely angelic,” he said, pressing his lips into a thin line as he took his phone back and with it, your focus. “If anything I find you even prettier with every day that we’re married.” You pouted at his words, inexplicably shy, which caused him to grin fondly. “You’re adorable, too,” he laughed, reaching for the pot of strawberries he’d been eating before you’d distracted him and holding one to your lips. You took a small bite and hummed, feeling entirely peaceful, as he put the rest of the fruit in his mouth and sighed contentedly through his nose. He leaned back on one arm, using it to hold his weight while the other stroked your hair, occasionally removing it again to feed you another strawberry, his mouth turning up every time you whined at the loss of touch. You watched the children in the playground before casting your eyes back to your husband’s annoyingly perfect, chiselled face, finding him surveying them as well.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked quietly, almost inaudibly, to which he shook his head.

“I think that’s a discussion for another time,” he replied wistfully, to which you nodded, snuggling further into his lap. “We should definitely make a routine of this, whenever we have the time,” you closed your eyes and hummed in agreement.

“I just enjoy spending my time with you, no matter what we do.”

HOW YOU LOVE | myg

⇢ pairing: min yoongi x reader

⇢ genre: fluff, established relationship

⇢ summary: watching the rain outside from a cosy armchair within the warm arms of the love of your life. also there’s hot chocolate.

⇢ word count: approx. 450

⇢ warnings: uhhh mentions of cloud piss, gender neutral reader and just lots of fluff <3

⇢ a/n: it’s so nice to be writing again :D

"it's raining." you inform yoongi, without turning around, when you hear him enter the living room. you are curled up in an armchair, blankets cuddled close to you, cupping a mug of hot chocolate in your sweater paws, contemplating the world outside through the crystalline glass of the wide window.

"so it is," yoongi agrees, but when you turn to him, he's not following your gaze out the window. he's looking at you. gentle smile, wordless love. 

you return it, brightening slightly when he seats himself next to you on the armchair, and you lift the blanket to welcome him into your little world.

he likes to watch you watch things. he loves the way your brows furrow in the middle of a thought, the way your eyes twinkle when you think of something that amuses you, the way you sigh and shake off thoughts that run too deep into the past. all he ever wants is to know you, entirely and completely. to read you like one of those books you adore so much, open your wonderful mind and see it all. maybe leave room for himself there too, just as you scribble notes in the margins of your paperbacks.

and just like always, he asks —

"what's going on in that pretty head of yours today, sweetheart?" soft words as he slips an arm around you, guides your head to its rightful place on his chest while setting down your empty mug.

"look." you giggle already, knowing he'll find your thoughts amusing. "the world," you gesture grandly towards the wide expanse of window, "is getting hydrated."

he scoffs, shakes his head in fond exasperation. 

"or, or," you put in alternatively. "the clouds are crying."

his nose scrunches. "now that one's just sad."

"so are the clouds," you retort cheekily. 

"maybe they're just taking a piss," he suggests, and it's your turn to scrunch your nose up.

"that is rank!"

he shrugs, plants a kiss to the top of your head, idly draws patterns on your exposed skin. you sign contentedly, body melting into him. 

oh, how you love the rain. love the unspoken agreement that dictates the two of you must come to the armchair and cuddle, must hold each other close like this. how you love yoongi's fingers combing gently through your hair, teasing knots out. how you love curling up against his chest, his arm warm and safe around you. how you love, how you love, how you love.

"i love the rain." you keep your proclamation simple, despite the tumult of words running through your brain. he knows. you know he knows.

("you say that now," he warns in return. "wait 'til you find out i'm right and it's been cloud piss all along.")

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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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“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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a part of your home | kim seokjin

in which seokjin creates space for you in his apartment….

Description: ~1k words / Seokjin x Reader (F) / Fluff / Established Relationship / Drabble / I would consider this a one-shot but everything I wrote here sort of emerged from another scenario I wrote that I’m going to share later - I would almost consider this one to be a prequel to that, but they’re not really connected and you can take each as its own separate thing!

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You and Seokjin had been together for a while, but it still didn’t make sense for you two to live together. Since he was so busy at work, whenever he was at home, you spent most of your nights and days at his apartment, even during random moments throughout the day between your daily activities. You just wanted to soak up as much time with each other as possible, and he always made time to see you whenever his schedule got busy.

You had a small gap between running errands and meeting a friend one day, but was shocked to receive a text from Seokjin telling you he was home and asking if you were free for a moment. You had a date set for the next day, but a random text from Seokjin like this was unexpected considering his work was picking up in the past couple of weeks, and you were restricted to late night meetings when you were both exhausted… Considering that, you couldn’t say no and so agreed to pass by. 

Seokjin had told you to text him as soon as you got to his apartment building. You were going to anyways, but he seemed particularly excited or needy today, constantly asking you whether or not you left or were on your way already… He was never like this regularly, you could tell he had something up his sleeve, or maybe he was just excited to see you, but it didn’t matter - you were just as excited to see him too and got there as fast as you could and text him as soon as the door to his building is in view - you didn’t wait until you actually got there. 

“Here! x”

You're in so much of a rush that you didn't think to look at the notification on your phone, knowing it would be a reply Seokjin must've sent you (which you later realize was a text saying "Finally.")

You rush to his door only to find him ready to greet you there, blushing and trying to contain a smile.

“Seokjiiiiiiin!,” you call out.

“Hi, honey,” he says in response as he leans against the doorframe and places a quick kiss on your lips….. perhaps one that was a bit too quick… 

“What’s up? You seem… excited today,” you say, raising your eyebrows at him as he closes the door to his apartment behind him after you both enter.

“I am excited….”, he uttered, his cheeks still rosy as he stared down at the floor and up at you. “I hope you will be too.”

“Seokjin, I’m always excited to see you,” you gushed as you stretched your arms and placed your hands on the back of his neck.

“I am too but I have something to show you,” he professed, “Follow me.”

He breaks away from your embrace and grabs your hand as he leads you to his bedroom… A million thoughts and possibilities immediately ran through your mind…

He didn’t seem to be “in the mood”….  It was midday… Did he suddenly want to make love now? You wouldn’t object and always wanted him, but you thought you’d be doing that later tonight or after your date tomorrow... You didn’t want to tire yourself out before meeting your friend today… But he looked so adorable... Did you even wear sexy lingerie? Seokjin wouldn’t care, but it still would’ve been nice… 

But Seokjin surprised you when he walked straight past his bed and towards the wardrobe. He opened up one of the cupboards and pulled open an empty drawer.

“I was thinking and…. Well, I cleared out this drawer… It’s for you. You’re here all the time and it still doesn’t make sense for us to live together, you know? But I thought it’d be nice if you could leave some stuff of yours here to make yourself more at home.”

Your sweet, sweet boy.

“Seokjin…this is so sweet,” you say with your hands over your surprised, agape mouth. 

“Feel free to use it for whatever you want. You can keep a toothbrush, a bottle of your shampoo, some snacks… you can keep those things in the kitchen and bathroom too, or here, it’s up to you. This drawer is completely for you…I, uh…” he pauses. He clears his throat, probably realizing himself how red his ears have gotten, and stares back at the drawer.

“I - I was thinking it might be useful for that, or you know maybe a pair of your pyjamas, a change of clothes, some underwear….I just thought it’d be useful.”

“Seokjin, I’m so touched… Are you sure? Don’t you need this drawer?”

“I don’t, don’t worry about it,” he says with a smile.

“I can’t wait to fill it up,” you admit, “I’ll bring a toothbrush, some other toiletries - I’ll get the travel-sized sets.”

“Why are you going to get the travel-sized ones?!,” he says, half-pretending to be shocked and offended, “Get the regular ones, it’s not like we’re breaking up and I would want my drawer back in a few days like my drawer is on vacation from me.”

“I didn’t mean it like that Seokjin,” you laugh, “I was going to get the travel-sized shampoo and conditioner sets so it takes up less space, but I’ll take the regular one, don’t worry,” you reassure him as you rub his chest. “Ah, I’ll keep them in rotation but I know the exact pyjamas and lingerie I’ll leave here first….,” you smirk.  

He blushes, unable to resist a shy laugh that escapes him.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he stops as he reaches into the pocket of his trousers and pulls out a sticker in shape of a bee. He closes the drawer and sticks the bee right beside the brass knob of the drawer.

“For my honey,” he says shyly.

You let out a happy sigh and pull him in for a kiss.

“Thank you, Seokjin. I can’t wait to use it.”

“I’m happy you liked the idea, I was scared it would be too much,” he admits.

“Not at all - it’s one of the most romantic things you’ve ever done for me, Seokjin. I’m happy you feel comfortable with having me be a part of your home,” you reassure him as you look up at him.

“Honey, YOU are my home.”

“And you’re mine”, you exhale.