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𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀: 𝗘𝗻𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲,𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽

𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

― Heeseung 

He would be busy playing his game before finally closing his laptop to call it a day. A small smile made its way to his lips as the sight of your head hanging down, sitting across from him with your hands still glued to your keyboard. You had told him that you’ll be doing some work but never would he expect to find you dozing off. He would definitely stare at your sleeping face, admiring your beauty and peaceful face, before deciding to wiggle you lightly and telling you to sleep on the bed. You would whine and give him a sleepy blank look which only made his grin wider at how adorable you look. He would end up pulling and leading you to the bed, tucking you nicely and kissing your forehead a goodnight rest.

― Jay 

Fancy dinners were quite often with Jay and the both of you would find yourself enjoying the date until late night. Jay had promised to pick something up from a friend while you waited for him in the car after the said dinner. He would apologize to you when he opened the door, hurriedly placing the item at the back and wearing his seatbelt. When there was no response, he noticed your already sleeping figure, your head slightly tilted to the headrest. Jay would feel a bit guilty and would help by slowly adjusting the seat’s position so that you would lean comfortably. When he saw the little smile on your face, he would melt instantly. He would also make sure to drape a jacket on your lap over your dress and turn on the car heater.

― Jake

Picnics with Jake happen very often when the weather is nice. Sometimes, he would bring Layla with him and you would watch them run and play at the field of grass with a big grin. Today, it was just the both of you, laying down and watching the clouds from below. The sun was slightly sunny but the cool breeze made up for the temperature. Jake would talk and talk while spotting different shapes of clouds in the sky but when he turned, you had already closed your eyes in a deep sleep on his arms. He gets all giddy at how precious you were and would slowly face you, stroking your head lovingly. He closed his eyes in content, feeling your healing presence before he himself would slowly drift into dreamland with you.

― Sunghoon 

The sensation of his legs becoming numb began creeping but Sunghoon tried his hardest to not move as your head was lying on his lap. He called out to you, asking what you’d like to eat for takeout while focusing on his phone. When you don’t answer, he looks down to see you fast asleep. Sunghoon would go rigid, confused on what to do next. But seeing you comfortably sleeping, he can’t help but smile, slowly moving your phone away so that you’ll rest better. He would cringe at how you would stir when he did it but glad you had moved to snugly move closer to his lap. Though he enjoys it, he begins to contemplate whether to let you sleep or wake you up before his legs go numb.

― Sunoo

The both of you would be cuddling on the sofa, watching a comedy movie together. Blankets and snacks well prepared with the lights off makes the perfect atmosphere for a movie night as well as inducing drowsiness. Sunoo would laugh at a scene, turning his head to see your reaction only to find you already asleep, your head resting snuggly on his shoulder. He would not miss this opportunity and took a picture of your sleeping face, sneaking a little selfie of him with you as well. He would place the picture in a dedicated folder in his gallery on his phone. He would giggle to himself while staring at the picture at how cute you were before proceeding to let you rest, pull the blankets closer to you and lower the volume of the movie.

― Jungwon 

He suggested that the both of you should study at the school library for the upcoming exams. Jungwon was so focused on his readings that he failed to notice that you had dozed off, arms folded over the table facing him. When he turned to ask you a question, he was surprised to say the least but a small laugh made its way at the way your mouth was slightly agape, eyebrows furrowed together. He decided to lay down as well, arms folded and facing your sleeping face. He would trace his fingertips over your features. He would let you sleep longer until you woke up with a cup of coffee prepared by Jungwon. He would pet your head and lovingly stare at your sleepy face sipping on the coffee, telling you how you had deserved a nice rest.

― Ni-ki 

The bus ride home was slightly bumpy with only a few passengers occupying the space. Ni-ki was surprised to feel a weight on his shoulder, turning to see you already sleeping. Ni-ki smiled to himself. At times like this, he would take a picture of your sleeping face and teased you when you woke up. But the both of you had spent the whole day at the amusement park which in turns, also made him a little sleepy as well. He would slowly rest his head on top of yours, watching out the window of the night view of the streets as it passed by. His last thoughts when he closed his eyes were how happy you made him today and how much he looks forward to the next day with you.

. . . . . . . . . 남자친구의 후디 ★ b o y f r i e n d ‘ s h o o d i e

p a i r i n g s :: lee heeseung x reader

g e n r e :: fluff, angst

w a r n i n g :: not proofread

w / c :: 1.2k

Ok so maybe you have a problem? One that you will not gladly admit because you don't think you have a problem. Because is it truly a problem if you just want to enjoy the comfort of your boyfriend's hoodie without being constantly teased about it. Or is it because maybe you wear it too often, or the fact that you like to wear because it smells like him, or just because your friends are jealous.

You aren't sure what the problem is but everyone around you says you have a problem. But is it really problem if he doesn't have a problem with it? He never seemed to have a problem with it until you had a problem with it.

With a huff you entered the room which would usually get his attention but no, he continued to focus on the video he was watching. You frowned a bit and pouted making your way over to the desk and yet he hadn't taken his eyes off the screen. With a frown you nudged his head with yours, hoping he would look at you. With a sigh he looked over at you and raised a brow.

"I need you to take this back." You pouted holding your hand out which held his hoodie. He furrowed his brows before glancing down at the article of clothing then back to you. Now Heeseung was confused.

He blinked for a few moments before tilting his head. "Is she really...?" He thought to himself. When he noticed your face, you were dead serious. An amused smirk played on his lips and he hummed in thought. He glanced back to the hoodie then back to you. You sighed again and held out the article of clothing once more, now getting annoyed. "Why won't you take it?!" You whined with an even more exaggerated pout.

Heeseung snorted as he leaned back in his seat. With a shrug of his shoulders he spoke."So, you don't want it anymore. Why the sudden change?" He questioned raising an eyebrow at you. With a pout, you dropped your arm back down. "I don't know! I just don't like it anymore, okay." You huffed as you walked around to stand next to him.

"If you didn't like it then why did you keep wearing it." Heeseung smirked again. He looked over at you waiting for a response, which you didn't give. You only continued to pout as you crossed your arms across your chest.

Heeseung watched you for a bit longer before leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "Just take it please?" You were practically begging at this point.

Heeseung chuckled softly, thoroughly enjoying the situation. He could sense your frustration, but he couldn't resist teasing you a bit longer. He pretended to ponder for a moment, tapping his fingers on the desk. Finally, he relented and reached out to take the hoodie from your hand.

"Alright, fine. I'll take it back," Heeseung said, his smirk still evident on his face. You didn't say much more but sulk out of the room leaving Heeseung wondering what was truly going on with you. But he knew you'd come around and tell him yourself. Hours seemed to go by, and you remained in a somewhat sullen mood, avoiding Heeseung and what's bothering you altogether.

Heeseung couldn't help but press his lips into a thin line. Not only was you not being around him and talking his ear off frustrating him, but the fact you still hadn't told him what was bothering you was slowly pissing him off. Peering at the clock on the wall, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He walked out of the room and found you with your legs thrown over the couch and you looking at the world upside down, lost in your thoughts.

Shaking his head he pulled you from the couch which earned him a groan in protest. As he began to pull off the jacket you were wearing you groaned pushing his hands away. "Just let me sulk in peace." You whined trying your best to pull away from him, however Heeseung remained determined. He held onto you firmly, not allowing you to escape his grasp as he successfully had gotten you out of the jacket and was now trying to place the hoodie over you.

You struggled against Heeseung's attempts to put the hoodie back on you, but he was persistent. He managed to slide the hoodie over your head and pulled it down, enveloping you in its warmth. You let out a defeated sigh as he pulled you into his arms and pulled you along with him back into the room.

As Heeseung guided you back into the room, you let yourself be led, feeling a mix of annoyance and curiosity about his actions. When he settled back into his chair, pulling you into his lap, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Your annoyance from earlier was still lingering, but the concern in his eyes softened your mood slightly. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"There's nothing wrong with me wearing your hoodie, right?" You asked breaking the silence. No words were uttered from him which made you look up at him in confusion to find his eyes fixed on you, a confused look on his face.

Heeseung blinked a few times, seemingly taken aback by your question. He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before he finally spoke. "Why would there be anything wrong with you wearing my hoodie?" he replied, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before responding. "Maybe I'm obsessed with wearing it. Everyone one else seems to think so." You spoke whispering the last part to yourself. Heeseung gently pressed a finger to your forehead, before speaking, "When has listening to what others have said brought you happiness? If wearing my hoodie brings you comfort and makes you happy, then there's nothing wrong with it. Don't let what others say bother you, you hear me?"

You couldn't help but agree with him. Sometimes you hated confiding in him especially since he always seemed to be right most of the time. You nodded sighing as you laid your head back on his chest. "I think I care too much," Heeseung tightened his arms around you as he spoke. "Which is one of things I admire you for. And what I am about to say I mean this from the bottom of my heart and out of love, you should stop caring so much." You looked up at him, noticing the serious look on his face.

He was right. You cared way too much about what others thought, and it was almost unhealthy. You had a habit of caring far too much about what others thought of you. With a soft sigh, you nodded your head in understanding. It would take time and effort to change that mindset, but you knew that Heeseung would be there to support you along the way.

Silence settled across the room. No words just silence and the comforting presence of Heeseung's embrace. "I think I would make a good thera-" You interrupted Heeseung with a gentle shush. "No more talking just hold me." Heeseung chuckled softly, understanding your need for silence and comfort. He tightened his embrace around you and let the silence envelop the room once again. The two of you sat together, basking in the warmth of each other's presence.

literally sobbing rn

Love Lessons

Genre: husband!Chan, angst, fluff

Warnings: self hatred (Chan)

Request: no

Characters: Chan, Y/N

Word Count: 1.8k

"I wish I looked like him."

Bewildered, Y/N turned to look at her husband. Chan was looking at the TV a little wistfully, a sad smile on his lips as he studied the actor depicted on the screen.

"He's so handsome … " Chan continued with a sigh, and he leaned back into the sofa in slow defeat. "And have you seen his body? He's so … big."

Y/N blinked. She moved fully so her body was facing his, and she reached out to take his surprised face in her hands. "Well, I'm very glad you don't look like him. I'm attracted to you, not him."

Chan was confused. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you attracted to me … ?" Chan's voice came out in a whisper; it wavered and cracked towards the end, and Y/N bit her lip.

She had a feeling it was one of those days. One of those days where her husband hated himself more than anything. One of those days where her heart broke over and over again in her attempts at trying to get him to see what she could see.

But she'd never stop trying. Not until he could finally learn to love himself even a fraction of how much she loved him.

"Because you're beautiful," Y/N smiled, caressing his cheeks. "And I love you very much."

Chan frowned. He didn't seem convinced; but then again, he never did. "But … I'm ugly."

Y/N considered saying "no, you're not" or "don't say that" … but something in the back of her mind told her not to. She decided to try a different approach, one that hurt her a little more than she wanted to admit.

"Okay," Y/N nodded softly. "Let's say you are ugly."

Chan was taken aback; his eyes widened as he stared at his wife.

Y/N smiled gently. "If you're ugly, does that mean you deserve less love than anyone else?"

Her question hit him harder than he thought it would. He blinked slowly, and he began to shake his head.

"No," Y/N murmured as she shook her own head along with him. "It doesn't. Do you remember what you used to tell your fans all those years ago?"

Chan bit his lip.

"'It doesn't matter where you're from, it doesn't matter what country you're in'," Y/N quoted as Chan's eyes began to glisten rather brightly. "'You deserve love. It doesn't matter what you are, what you chose to be, you deserve love,'."

At that, Chan couldn't help the tears that began to drop down his cheeks. Smiling up at him with her eyes full of love, Y/N wiped the tears away with her thumbs as she pulled him a little closer to her.

"I know it wasn't exactly about looks," Y/N said. "But I know for a fact that if someone was hating themselves back then because they thought they were ugly, you'd have immediately told them they deserved to be loved."

Looking down at his lap, Chan shut his eyes tightly. He hadn't expected this; he had no idea his musings would result in his wife's words bringing the tears out of him.

"Why are you any different, hmm?" Y/N gently caressed the nape of his neck; his hair had begun to curl up there, and it was soft, so incredibly soft that Y/N couldn't help but feel sad. She didn't understand why her husband hated himself when there were parts of him that were so dear to her, that she had no idea what she'd do without them.

"Who are you to not love yourself?"

At that, Chan spluttered; the hems of his shorts had ridden up his thighs, and they now glistened as fat tears splashed onto his skin like sad fireworks.

Y/N let him cry; she rubbed his back and kissed his hands until he was finished. When he looked up at her with red eyes, she almost felt her heart physically shattering into smithereens like glass.

There was so much pain and self loathing painted in his eyes … the eyes that felt like home to her, the eyes that calmed the depths of her anxious soul on the most terrifying of nights. She was shocked that such beautiful galaxies could hold such hatred; hatred that was directed at himself.

She found it terrifying yet beautiful that the eyes that looked at her with such love were the same as these ones; hard, cold, and full of pain.

"Okay," she whispered, reaching out to slip her fingers onto his again. "Okay. Let's go through this. What is it exactly that you think is ugly about you, baby?"

"Everything," Chan whispered. "Everything."

"Everything is a very big word, my darling," Y/N smiled. "I don't think even you hate everything about yourself."

She knew him well; the corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly, and she couldn't help but inwardly smile even bigger.

"Okay, let's try this instead … you love me, right?"

It was remarkable; Chan's eyes immediately softened at the question, the sparkle that was so familiar to Y/N appearing in his pupils.

"Very much," Chan hummed.

"What is it that you love about me?" Y/N asked.

Chan smiled. "Everything."

At that, Y/N couldn't help but giggle. She leaned forward and kissed the man on his cheek. It was wet and fever hot, and she wiped the traces of tears away with her fingers again.

"Well … you believe in soulmates, don't you?"

He had no idea where this was going, but he nodded; he had said countless times since meeting her that he felt as though their souls were extensions of one another.

"If we're soulmates, then that would mean we share bits of each other, right?" Y/N asked.

Chan pondered this. He nodded slowly.

"If bits of you are in me, and bits of me are in you … " Y/N whispered, running her fingers over the backs of her husband's hands. "If you hate yourself, wouldn't that mean you're also hating bits of me?"

Chan's eyes suddenly widened. He seemed at a loss for words; he had no idea if what she was saying was scientifically correct or not, but he suddenly didn't care. The thought of him hating her, indirectly or not, was too much for him to bear.

His eyes suddenly flooded with tears all over again.

"Baby … " Chan whispered, dropping his face into his hands. Tears spilled through the gaps in his fingers as his body shook in front of his wife.

"Do you know one of the reasons why I began to love myself?" Y/N continued.

Chan shook his head.

"I started seeing pieces of you in me. The more time we spent together, the more I fell in love with you … I realised we were so much more similar than I thought was possible. And I thought … how on earth am I supposed to hate myself when so much of me is like you?"

"Y/N … " Chan was crying loudly now; his face contorted with pain as he gulped, his entire body shuddering. He didn't know what was going through his mind … all he knew was that he had never loved anyone as much as he loved the woman in front of him.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Chan pulled Y/N into him; he closed his lips over hers in a warm kiss, one that made Y/N's own eyes prickle with emotion as she shut them. She kissed him back, her lips gently caressing his. She was telling him something that no amount of words could ever say, and fresh tears spilled down his cheeks, and onto hers.

Y/N sniffed as she kissed her husband. She suddenly remembered reading about how people who didn’t love themselves couldn't love others; she couldn't help but feel that that was wrong. She had never felt as loved by anyone as she had by her husband. He loved her fiercely, passionately, so much so that sometimes she forgot he was even capable of hating in the first place.

She knew that people said it was impossible to love a broken person. She didn't think that was true. Difficult, perhaps.

But never impossible.

"You're beautiful to me," Y/N whispered now as she cupped his cheeks. "You're always going to be beautiful to me."

Chan nodded against her; her earlier words had flooded through him like a shock wave, and he suddenly felt incredibly guilty towards himself.

I was something he had never experienced before. He didn't quite know what to make of it.

"Whether you're ugly or you're not," Y/N said, her face breaking into a smile as she nudged her husband playfully. "Which you're not. But ugly or not, your body works so hard for you everyday. It does its best for you so you can eat and so you can walk and so you can talk and just … be alive. Don't you think it deserves a little bit of love for that?"

"Yeah … " Chan hiccuped. He leaned forward and Y/N immediately scooped him up into her arms. She held him tightly, gently rocking him as he cried into her shirt with an urgency that made her feel as though hundreds of little needles were piercing through her heart.

"I know you're always dissatisfied with your body and the way you look … " Y/N whispered against his shoulder. "But no matter how much your body changes, you're always going to be dissatisfied if you don't truly love yourself. You could be the strongest man in the world … but if you hate yourself, you'd still find a reason to be unhappy about your appearance."

Chan knew she was right. She always was. She knew him better than he knew himself - she seems to have somehow crawled into the depths of his mind and addressed the thought that constantly berated him throughout the day.

He knew he'd never be satisfied with the way he looked. He also knew there was only one way to go about fixing that.

Perhaps it was time he actually tried.

"You're right," he whispered, sniffing as he rubbed his cheek against Y/N's neck. "I know you're right. You're always right."

"This isn't about me being right, baby," Y/N smiled as she kissed his cheek. "I just want you to be happy in your own skin. I can't make you happy … but I can hold your hand and be right here while you do it for yourself, you know?"

Chab nodded. He nodded hard, and when he pulled away from his wife again, his face began to glow with a small smile.

"Aw, look at that," Y/N laughed quietly as she kissed his smile. "You're the most beautiful man I have ever seen."

He flushed; his nose turned pink and instead of denying the compliment like he usually would, he grinned.

"Thank you?"

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𐙚 TWIRL FOR ME DARLING ! p.jay

bf!jay x f!reader warning. none + fluff 🎀 wc.307 m.list 🐰 seiu?!: got me giggling and kicking feet , just a little something since i am not that actively writing rn 🤭🫶🏻

“is this your package?” jay said as he walked in with your package of new skirts and shirts you ordered using his card, “yeah and i used your card if it’s alright with you”

“asking if i am okay after using wow?” you turned towards jay watching his reaction, he never really had a problem when you used his card but it was in your opinion now quite rude not to inform him “jay im sorry, i should have asked babe” he looked away from your package he has been staring to you “oh? no it’s alright but i think it’s only fair i see what you bought with my card” he looked at you with a smirk “yeah sure let’s open it together”

“ah ah no not that way” you looked at him confused, “i want you to do a little fashion show for me princess, wear those cute clothes and show me just how pretty you are” he said as he kissed your forehead “oh yeah sure”

you quickly went in the bathroom to change into the new skirt you ordered “tada don’t i look like bella hadid” you said walking in as jay eyed you “you a little too short to be bella but you are still pretty baby” he said as he held your hands “do you want me to twirl for you” you said twinkled eye, your skirt for pretty and you had to show it off “yeah that would be good, twirl for me doll” as you tried to twirl he caught your hand and pulled you, making u land on his lap. “yn you are so beautiful” he said as he buried his face in your neck “and you are very pretty too jay” you said stroking his hair, he hummed as he kissed your neck.

“let’s get married”

“JAY?”

graceful

park sunghoon x gn!reader pure fluff, mornings, established (0.6k)

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sunghoon is the least graceful when he’s asleep.

his limbs are everywhere—splayed across the pillows, tangled in the duvet, one leg hanging off the side of the mattress. every so often, you’ll wake to his hand atop your face, or a knee digging into your side.

today, he continues his unconscious assault, arms entangled firmly around your waist as he crushes his face into the space between your shoulder blades. the action makes your shoulders pinch together in shock, eliciting a soft groan from the back of his throat that you feel rush across your skin.

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✿ pairing: streamer! lee heeseung x female reader, established relationship

✿  heeseung wants nothing more than for you to go live with him; 1.7k words, fluff

✿ notes: back again on my streamer heeseung bullshit! lol 

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“in which your boyfriend, sunghoon, overreacted to your text when you were on your period.”

“girl, just tell me what i have to do. i'll do anything for you.”

all you did was send him a text. you were asking him to buy some painkillers on the way home. but now sunghoon is standing by the door frame, panting and sweating. he looked like he just ran for a few blocks.

“are you okay?” he asked still huffing and puffing. his hair was messy all over the place. you could see his jaw dripping with sweat.

“i think i should've been the one asking,” you looked at him full of concern, “gosh, are you okay?” you were going to stand to get him water but the stomach cramps were holding you back.

sunghoon noticed your pained motion. he walked to get closer. his hand busy searching for something in his filled-up plastic bag, “it's your period pain, is it?” he asked with his focus still on the plastic bag.

you nodded quietly. it's that time of the month when every part of your body is in pain. you've been curling on the sofa watching your favorite tv shows in an attempt to distract yourself from the pain. but it comes to nothing. so you asked your boyfriend to get some ibuprofen on his way home. you didn't expect him to dash all the way home.

“here,” sunghoon handed you a bottle of pills. he put the plastic bag on the coffee table and went to the kitchen. you watched him walk back with a glass of water.

you smiled as he passed the glass to you, “thank you for running all the way home for this,” you took the painkiller while sunghoon was busy going through his groceries.

“do you want a hot chocolate or a tea?” he asked weighing an instant hot chocolate and bags of tea. you grinned graciously. he continued, “it's your favorite jasmine tea.”

you shook your head and reached for his hands, “thank you so much, babe. really,” you pulled him closer for a hug.

sunghoon softly chuckled, “i'm kind of sweaty, though,” he said, glancing at you to make sure you were okay.

you hummed in comfort, “i don't mind,” you said muffled in his hug. his hands move in a slow motion on your back. hoping it would ease your pain.

sunghoon put a long kiss on your shoulder, “just tell me when it gets too painful, okay?” you nodded in respond while his hands still gently rubbing your back, “i'll do anything to make you feel better.”

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come to bed?

fluffy! hyunjin x reader,

2am, you quietly enter your home. it’s dark, it’s quiet, no sign of hyunjin.

the smell of freshly baked bread still lingers after hyunjin spent the evening trying to recreate his mother’s apple bread.

tiptoeing into the bedroom, you’re careful not to wake your sleeping boyfriend.

dropping your bags, you hear shuffling coming from the bed.

“baby?” hyunjin peeks from under the covers.

“oh- i’m sorry! did i wake you?” you worry.

“no, no, i’ve been up for a while. come to bed?” he ushers you.

“i will, need to shower first though.” you reassure your impatient lover.

he whines in protest as you bend to give him a quick kiss on the forehead before you maliciously abandon him yet again.

you hurriedly shower, eager to finally get some time with hyunjin after your long night.

finally climbing into your comfortable bed, hyunjin turns around to wrap his arms around you and hold you impossibly close, placing a few very soft kisses along your crown.

“how was it? did you have fun?” he asks, brushing your hair through his fingers.

“i guess it was fun, missed you though. it’s just hard to have fun being away from-”

her.

there’s that familiar sound again.

“i got it, you’re tired, go to sleep.” he spoke before kissing your forehead and unbinding you from each other.

rolling over and grabbing the baby monitor from his bedside, hyunjin mutes it before hopping out of bed.

he’s already heading out the door of your bedroom before you could say a word.

he told you to stay but you can’t help it. you follow behind him quickly, a man on a mission, his long legs carrying faster than yours ever could this late into the night.

nearly out of breath, placing your hands on his hips, you peek from behind hyunjin.

normally he would jump at the sudden touch from behind, but he was far too focused on the issue at hand.

“aigoo~ why is my baby crying?” he coos as he gently picks her up from her crib. he holds her gently in his arms and begins to ever-so-lightly rock her.

almost immediately she stops crying.

all you can do is sit back and watch in awe.

hyunjin has always been the favorite between the two of you, but you don’t really mind. she’s still your baby and of course she still loves you with all the emotion she can process at six months old.

she’s such a daddy’s girl and it absolutely melts your heart.

you sit on the chair in the corner of the room, overwhelmed with drowsiness. through tired eyes, you watch your boyfriend sing a makeshift song to try and get your daughter back to sleep.

“i think she’s hungry” he says as he turns to you sitting behind him.

except you’re sound asleep.

so once he’s finished feeding your daughter and putting her back to sleep, he gently scoops you from the chair, careful not to wake you— though not successful— and takes you back to bed.

you let out a whine in protest of him disturbing your sleep, but that doesn’t stop him from ensuring you’re comfortable. he tucks you in before then tucking himself in, settling into your previous position with your limbs intertwined, and placing kisses on your temple with some incoherent whispers in between.

forget his career, he’d rather spend his life taking care of the two of you if it meant moments like this.

a/n: i literally wrote this months ago and never posted it but baby fever got the best of me 💔