[240615] HAPPY BIRTHDAY YEOSANG Happy Birthday To Yeosang Please Send A Congratulatory Message Filled

[240615] HAPPY BIRTHDAY YEOSANG Happy birthday to Yeosang 🎉 Please send a congratulatory message filled with love! 💌

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Bang Chan is a protector. The kind of guy to always have a hand on your shoulders or the small of your back every time you're in a crowd. The type to order for you at a restaurant, or check out things ar the grocery store. The type to kiss your temples and give you his coat when it's slightly colder because there's no chance he's letting you get sick or feel uncomfortable when he's around.

Chan is a comfortable place. The one that sits with you at a restaurant and almost gets kicked out because they're closing and the topic was so good you just couldn't drift away from the conversation. He shares his favorite things with you - songs, movies, dumb videos- and wants to know your opinion on them. The type to run his thumb on the back of your hand of you're nervous because he knows it calms you down.

Channie is sickeningly sweet. He's the type to get flustered when you show any kind of affection but battles his timidness because he needs your love and thrives from it. He stares at you with big brown eyes when your doing the most absolutely mundane things, kisses your forehead to show his appreciation because he's too shy to kiss your lips and gets rose colored cheeks and fidgety hands when you pull him in.

Christopher is flirty. That overly cliché type, too, the one that fake yawns to throw his arm over your shoulder at a boring movie and make an exaggerated run to open doors before you reach them. He's easily flustered but hides it well, has a habit of kissing your cheek dangerously close to your lips just because he knows you will break the distance and ruffling your hair when he's passing by because it makes you look up at him with big eyes.

Chris is a menace. He has an habit of slipping his cold hands inside your shirt when you hug because he likes seeing you shiver and blush, always holds the conversation a little too close to your face to the point where you can smell his minty breath on your lips and answers with yeah?'s and mhm's letting you talk your head off until you're nervous and stuttering. He's the type to cage you between his body and the kitchen counter when no one is around, his hips pressing yours against the marble and one hand holding your waist in place before grabbing something behind you, pulling away and pretending nothing happened.

Reflections - [ Han Jisung ]

𝟎𝟏. ❛ we were too close to the stars ❜

🍸 CHAPTER SYNOPSIS : Things have been... not so great. You could see that you and Jisung have been pulling away even more and now he wanted to do something you didn't like. Jisung mulls over the state of his relationship with you and tries to think of a way to fix everything. (Read series masterlist for more info)

GENRE : basically second chance romance, fluff, angst, smut, marriage! au

PAIRING : ceo husband! han jisung × fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING : alcohol consumption, swearing, a very small makeout scene, inkling of a panic attack

WORD COUNT : 4.4K

UPDATES : every Saturday @ 9:00 pm GMT + 5:30

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minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content. this series portrays various other kpop idols, none of which represent the actual nature of them in real life. these are fictional characters with fictional personalities. characters depicted in this series are morally grey, they have their flaws just like all humans do.

“Here's the list of applicants you asked for,” Chaeryoung placed a file on your desk for which you thanked her and opened it, scanning over the names. There were so many this time, making you internally sigh as you flipped through the pages, fingers tracing over the freshly printed ink. “Yunseok is running a background check already, he said he'll have the data by tomorrow morning.”

Thank goodness for Chaeryoung and her quick thinking, you didn't think you'd be able to do anything more today after that disastrous meeting you had with Double Knot.

You nodded. “That's good.” You rubbed your forehead, feeling another jab of pain in some part of your brain that you couldn't massage from your scalp. These kinds of headaches were getting more and more frequent with the stress load that had not stopped increasing for the past few months.

“Do you want a tablet?”

You shook your head. “No, it's alright.” You glanced up at the clock, your headache increasing as the minute hand crossed the number twelve, signaling that it was five pm. “I have to leave anyway…”

Maybe you should quit. That was a thought you often had for the past few months during your brisk walk from your office room to the elevator, heels clicking against the floor. Then again, you didn't want to because of your pride. Why should you quit your job at this company? Because your husband was the CEO? You wanted to laugh in the faces of all those people who talked behind your back. Y/n — the woman who got a job only because her husband was a high executive?

“He wouldn't even have this whole company if it weren't for me!” You blinked, taking a deep breath and focusing on the closed elevator doors. It was true, Han Jisung was able to start this music company only because of your wide range of contacts. It was why you were head of HR. So why didn't those people understand you were where you were because of talent and networking and not because of partiality?

But another reason you wanted to quit was the reality of your marriage with Jisung. Being this close was amazing when you two were actually in love, now it was just another place you had to keep up a tiring facade for the sake of staying out of tabloid drama.

Then again, if you stopped working here, you'd have to ultimately give and work for someone else and that was one thing you would never ever do.

So the best option was just to stick here and endure the pain.

When the elevator doors opened with a ding, you were about to step out, expecting the main lobby but you were greeted by none other than Jisung, his suit still crisp as it was when he got ready in the morning, his curly brown hair parted in the middle. Did you not notice the elevator was moving up and not down? You felt your heart thud in your chest as he stepped in beside you, briefcase in hand, and pressed the button for the lobby.

You pulled him closer by his tie as the elevator shut behind him, giggles erupting between both of you as he pushed you up against the cool metal wall, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your jaw and your neck.

“You know there's a camera in here right?” You let out a sigh as he pressed a kiss against your pulse point, feeling his teeth grazing against your skin.

“Let's give them a show, let them know how much I love my wife.” You both laughed again and he kissed you deeply, hand squeezing the flesh of your waist as his tongue glided along your bottom lip. Your hand went to his curls as his tongue entered your mouth, tangling with yours in a passionate dance.

“Did you prepare the list of applicants?” His tone was monotonous, no longer having that sweet ring to it that made your heart flutter.

“I did. Yunseok is doing a background check.” You told him, rubbing the leather strap of the purse you were holding, eyes flitting to the silver band that you used to proudly parade around. Now it was just a reminder of the promises of the past that were broken. Another dull throb of your head made you close your eyes.

“Good.” He gave a curt nod.

Jisung didn't transition from a lovesick puppy to a cold-hearted man overnight. You watched it happen every day, slowly seeing him pull away from you, having pointless arguments, and making meaningless accusations that only deepened the scar that was already there. You'd been married for three years. Three years was what it took for the love of your life to choose his work over you. Three years was all he needed to break that promise he made you in front of everybody, that he'd cherish you for the rest of his life with tears glistening in his eyes, holding your hand so tight that it hurt but you didn't care.

Every day was the same. You'd wake up on the same bed but you wouldn't give each other another glance, heading to separate bathrooms to get ready for the day. You sat at opposite sides of the dining table, eating the food that a maid had cooked.

“My wife isn't supposed to work in the kitchen. She's supposed to be happy and free.”

That was what Jisung said when he first hired help. Housekeepers, a cook, a personal driver, and even a doctor on speed dial. These were the rewards of his hard work. You were happy he was getting what he deserved. But soon work consumed his life. He became stressed and angry and obsessed. You resented it, wondering where everything went wrong after another argument that broke your heart as his footsteps receded.

When the elevator doors opened again, Jisung quickly took your arm and guided you out, an act the two of you nearly mastered after all this time even though your heart yearned for there to be some kind of emotion from his side. Fake smiles plastered over your faces as you walked down the main lobby, saying goodbye to the other people who smiled at you, whispering when they thought you were far enough to not hear their words when you clearly could.

“They're so wonderful, aren't they?”

“I didn't know two people could love each other so much after being married for so long.”

You almost scoffed at the utter irony of your situation. Jisung was quick to pull away from you when there was no one around, getting into the sleek black car that was parked where it always was with the same driver.

The car ride home was silent, as usual. Jisung was on his phone, checking emails while you stared out the window. The passing cars, the bright blue sky fading away into a hue of pinks and oranges, the endless line of buildings and trees — you'd been staring at the same landscape for seven months now, ever since the MIROH Agency signed under your father's company. It wasn't as huge as HYBE Corporations or any of the other famous Korean entertainment agencies, but it was starting to get a bigger name every day.

You turned to glance at Jisung, the light from his phone screen illuminating the features of his face. His eyebrows were taut as he read something, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth. You stared at him for a few more moments before you turned away and looked back outside. You were again drawn out of your thoughts when your phone buzzed.

Soyeon: Are you free tomorrow evening? Let's go out for some barbecue, I miss my girl 😔💔 [read 5:17 pm]

You let out a silent chuckle and typed back a reply.

You: I can always make time for you ❤️ We'll meet at our usual place? [read 5:20 pm]

Soyeon: You bet. Love you, babes ❤️ [read 5:22 pm]

You: Love you too [read 5:23 pm]

Having barbecue with Soyeon was at least something to look forward to, although you wanted to laugh at the irony of how you tell your best friend you love her more than you do your husband. Without her, you would've easily succumbed to your misery months ago.

College you would laugh if you told her the state of your relationship with Jisung.

“We have that meeting tomorrow with the other executives regarding the possibility of creating our own group.” He said, and then added, “And that interview.”

“Huh?” You were met with Jisung's eyes, the same warm, brown, boba eyes that made you fall in love at first sight.

“Was that not what you were laughing at earlier? We got a reminder email.”

“Ah — no, I was speaking with Soyeon…”

“Oh…” There was a flicker in his eyes. “Did something happen?”

“No, she was just inviting me out for dinner.”

“Ah…” He nodded. You blinked. What?

The turn of his head to look at his phone again was a clear indication that the conversation was over. You clenched your jaw and turned your head to the window again.

“Really?” You asked your friend with wide eyes as she told you yet another story of her list of ex-boyfriends and girlfriends. Soyeon was an extremely beautiful and independent woman, you would've honestly been intimidated by her if you hadn't met her in college. With her confident aura and dressing style, she was the embodiment of beauty with brains. Although she had her share of not-so-good relationships.

She was also the only other person in the whole world who knew of the state of your relationship with Jisung. So you frequently ranted to her, breaking into sobs in the middle and then getting angry at yourself and going through the same cycle again.

“I know right?” Soyeon stuffed another piece of meat in her mouth as she continued talking about her recent ex-boyfriend — a guy who stupidly asked for a large sum of money for his mother's surgery, only to be caught in the airport after nearly escaping to Germany. “The audacity of that fucking bastard.” She stabbed a piece of tofu with her chopsticks.

The reason you and Soyeon were quick to become friends was your shared background, albeit you hated her at first — but most good friendships start with hatred. Both of you came from business backgrounds with fathers too invested in stocks and shares and mothers who cared more for their china collection rather than taking care of their daughters.

“Excuse me,” you called the waitress to your table, “can we get two bottles of soju, please?”

“Oh, did something happen?” Your friend asked. You weren't one to drink on a weekday but after today's meeting, you were more than ready to drown your sorrows out with alcohol. “Was your meeting not good?”

You let out a bitter laugh.

Earlier that day . . .

“Why is no one here yet?” You asked as you stepped into Jisung's office, pausing in place as you looked around the empty room apart from your husband. He seemed to have discarded his suit jacket that was hung over his chair, leaving him in his white button-up and a black tie that matched his slacks. You stared at the way his biceps strained against the fabric of his shirt, his (sexy) forearms that were visible after he rolled up the sleeves, and his fingers that were holding onto something, his wedding band glistening from the sun rays that peeked through the light blue curtains.

“Oh, you're here…” He messed up his curls, setting down a few papers on his desk as he gestured for you to sit on the brown leather couches that surrounded a glass coffee table. “I told the rest of them to come at 2:30.”

Your head turned to the clock behind his desk. Fifteen minutes early?

“We didn't discuss the interview yesterday night.”

“Probably because someone went straight to his home office as soon as he touched the front door.” You mumbled under your breath.

Jisung seemed to have caught what you said, his jaw tensing before he calmed himself down, not wanting to cause a scene here. Because, of course, he didn't want to lose the public image of having a bad house life for the sake of his company, so you maintained the lovey-dovey couple image until you were alone with each other. “The magazine was adamant on this and after thinking I agreed —”

“Seriously?” You scoffed. “Without asking me?”

“It's good publicity —”

“Having our non-existent private life known to the world is good publicity? Or were you going to feed them lies through your teeth?”

“Y/n, it's for the good of the company —”

“Of course,” you laughed sarcastically, “everything is good for the company. So you're going to invite a bunch of tabloid writers into our home and tell them a story of how we're so in love?”

“Stop cutting me off,” he said sternly. “It's just a few questions.”

“Why are they so interested in our life? You used to be against these kind of things.”

“I've changed.”

You heard a low chatter coming down the hallway, most likely from the other members of the meeting. “Clearly.” You grit your teeth and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down just as the other members came into the room.

“Oh, are we late?”

“No, no, not at all.” You shot them a friendly smile. “I just came early. I had some things to discuss with Mr. Han.” You looked at Jisung who had a smile on his face as well, telling them to take a seat so the meeting could start. You sat down on a couch adjacent to him, ignoring his gaze and pretending to read over the content.

Jisung chewed the inside of his cheek before turning away from you, making his mind focus solely on the task at hand and not on the fact that he could physically see another brick go up on the wall that was separating the two of you and he had no idea what to do to solve it.

The meeting went well, according to him. They planned the budget for their three groups that were signed under them, reviewed the trends of the group and their popularity, and even proposed the idea of a tour that they would have to discuss with Double Knot to see their enthusiasm because they were still pretty young. You presented a list of people who wanted to join the company as trainees — which was a new thing they had started after Jisung made the decision to let MIROH join under DISTRICT9 Corporations.

That was another decision that you were against, joining your father's. From the day Jisung met you four years ago, one thing remained constant — your undying hatred for your father and how you never wanted to be associated with him. And yet here you were… because of him.

He told himself every day — it was for the good of his company. You would come around and understand that he had to do this, it was what needed after working day and night for years, ever since he walked home one night while he was still in high school, tears streaming down his face as he was rejected by the one place he'd been dreaming of making a career in.

His stubborn teenage mind set on an idea and now that idea was in full bloom.

Although maybe he had lost track of what was important along the way…

Jisung stopped by your office as he was leaving. You came in your car this morning because you had plans to go out with your friend. He just stood there, watching you through the glass as you packed away your things, his eyes going to your dress, a ghost of a smile forming on his face as he noticed the color.

You always did look amazing in pink…

“Mr. Han,” Chaeryoung startled him out of his daze, making him snap his head towards her.

“Yes?” He tried to act nonchalant like he wasn't just staring at you like a creep. Then again — it couldn't be wrong to stare at your own wife, right? Chaeryoung didn't know anything. So all he had to do was act inconspicuously.

“Your car is waiting… Mr. Hwang told me to tell you.”

“Ah, thank you.” He nodded and licked his lips, turning to look at you once more before heading to the elevator.

Was it weird to be anxious about you not coming home even though it was past ten? When you two were almost strangers now? Well, strangers who had arguments over the dumbest things. Jisung almost laughed out loud when he thought about the argument you two had over the pillows on the couch in the living room, though his smile quickly faded away into sadness.

Arguing. That was all you two did now. Yell at each other, fight, and then go into separate rooms and put up the couple act the next day at work even though, on the inside, you were at each other's throats.

He paced around the living room of the penthouse, looking at the door every two seconds. This was the first time this had every happened — you going MIA for hours on end. And it was driving him nuts. Were you okay? Did you get hurt? Those were the only thoughts that were racing through his mind.

Jisung: Y/n, I know you're mad about the interview but it's getting late, where are you? [sent 8:07 pm]

Jisung: Y/n, I'm serious, this isn't funny. [sent 8:36 pm]

Jisung: Please come home and be mad [sent 9:15 pm]

Jisung: I'm going to call the cops if you don't come home soon [sent 9:45 pm]

Jisung: Y/n, please... come home... [sent 10:02 pm]

You still hadn't even seen his last text. Were you really that mad that you were staying out late? He was getting his jacket about to go out looking for you when he heard the front door click open, basically teleporting there, ready to talk your ear off on how immature it was to be upset about something like that until he saw your flushed cheeks and unbalanced walk as you took off your heels and put on your house slippers, cooing at the bunny face on them.

You were drunk…

He sighed, his frustration melting away as he saw you fawn over the slippers and then look up at him, your face breaking out into a grin, and stumbled towards him.

“Jisung…” You giggled and then hiccupped.

“God… how much did you even drink?”

“Just a bottle… or two…” You started to count on your fingers and then proudly presented the number four.

“That's not two…”

“It's not?” You lifted your hands to your face.

“You don't even drink on the weekdays… your hangover is going to be hell tomorrow.” You didn't even seem fazed by his words, your focus on his hair that you were playing with that giddy smile and red cheeks, twirling his brown curls on your finger which made him feel funny on the inside.

Jisung helped you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed and deciding against letting you shower because you were too intoxicated to stand properly — what if you fell? He swallowed nervously as he laid down beside you, while you were out like a light moments after he put you on the soft mattress.

His phone vibrated with a notification.

Jeon Soyeon: Tell me when Y/n reaches your house. [read 10:35 pm]

“Ouch, full stop and everything.” He mumbled. Jisung knew Soyeon wasn't particularly enthusiastic with him lately, but he knew her as long as he knew you. He figured she knew about the truth of everything because you didn't listen to him when he told you that this had to be kept between the two of you — you were stubborn like that. And it also explained the sudden coldness of Soyeon towards him.

Jisung: She's here, came back a while ago. She fell asleep. [read 10:41 pm]

Jisung: How much did the two of you drink? [read 10:42 pm]

Jeon Soyeon: Enough to know that the next time I see you in person, you are screwed. [read 10:44 pm]

Jisung decided it was safe not to text anymore, placing the phone on his nightstand. Your best friend was a scary person, a sweet and kind one, but also very scary. He silently prayed that he wouldn't see her in the near future.

The room was quiet except for the soft snores coming from you. Once he made sure you were properly covered by the blanket so you wouldn't catch a cold, he laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling, letting all the thoughts that he'd push to the back of his mind throughout the day flood into his mind like an open damn, along with the ferocious emotions that came along with them.

Did the two of you use up all your love? Was that why things were the way they were? He never imagined a future where he'd ignore you even though his heart screamed at him to turn around and bury himself in your arms and never go away again.

Arguments kept replaying in his head over and over again, the sound of doors slamming, the tense silence that followed afterward. He couldn't even describe the emotion that he felt but it was so… suffocating. Was it guilt? Guilt for pushing you aside? For breaking every single promise that he had ever made to you — to keep you safe, to keep you happy, and to never make you cry. God knows how many times he'd made you cry recently.

His throat felt tight, a sob clawing its way out but he forced it down. He had no right to cry. It was his fault. His fault for choosing his idea over the love of his life.

When he closed his eyes, he was in water, surrounded by deep blue, the feel of water cold on his skin. Bubbles came out of his mouth as he sank deeper and deeper into the abyss, reaching out for help that wasn't there.

He was drowning.

Jisung sat up, taking deep breaths.

It's just a nightmare.

A recurring nightmare. Perhaps it was his subconscious telling him he was close to a path with no turning back, that he had to do something to save this relationship because he knew he couldn't live without you. How could he? He would rather die than live a life without you by his side. And yet here he was, hurting you every single day. His heart and his mind were working in the opposite directions and he didn't know how to make them come back to the same place.

Was it too late?

Jisung looked at your sleeping form, lifting a hesitant hand to your face and brushing your hair to the side. He sat there silently and watched you sleep, wondering if you went through the same turmoil that he did, or did you already give up?

It was the same tug of war every night, he'd go to sleep promising to be better the next morning, only to wake up and it would be the same.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand. He reached over and was going to put it on silent, but for some reason, his gut told him to open the email. As he read over the contents, a plan began forming in his head.

Maybe this time would be different.

⸻ EPILOGUE

College fairs were your favorite part of the year, especially since this was your last year in college. You were determined to do everything so you wouldn't think back and regret that you missed out on something. Although you didn't run your own stall, you loved going through them with your friend, Sunhee. The two of you were laughing at a joke you cracked, eating cotton candy. The sun was shining and the sky was blue — it was your picture-perfect recipe for an amazing day.

That was… until you spotted someone in the crowd. A boy with blonde hair, laughing his heart out at something someone said, he was doubling over, wiping tears off of his face. Your vision tunneled and you could only see him. Like you were in some romcom movie and you were seeing your love interest for the first time.

Your heart sped up in your chest and you turned a deaf ear to whatever your friend was saying. You couldn't focus on anything else other than that boy with that beautiful smile, you never knew you'd find something like that so attractive until then.

And it was like the universe was orchestrating the scene, because that boy somehow met your gaze, his smile faltering as he looked at you amidst the sea of people. You flushed and pushed your friend towards a stall that was selling matcha lattes, telling her you felt thirsty.

A while later and your mind was still on that boy. You were pulled out of your fantasy when someone spoke behind you, “Excuse me?” You turned around. “You dropped this…”

It was that boy you were staring at earlier. He too came to a pause in his words as a flicker of recognition went through his eyes. You took the beaded phone charm that you bought earlier from his hand, wondering how it fell out.

“Thank you…”

“No problem.” He smiled, and your heart stuttered in your chest. It was contagious — you found yourself breaking into a grin too. “Would you like to have some ice cream later? My friend is running a stand…” He asked nervously, pink dusting over his full cheeks.

You nodded, “I would love to.”

He broke out into that eye-crinkling smile which you noticed was heart-shaped now that you were standing in front of him. “Really? That's great!” Someone must've been calling him because he looked back and then at you again, taking a few steps back, “It's beside the dart game stall.”

You called out to him before you completely lost sight of him, a smile still on your face as you put your hands beside your mouth to amplify your voice, “I don't even know your name though!”

He turned around once more, mimicking your action, “Han! Han Jisung!”

⸻ COMING UP . . .

“When was the last time we went on a trip?” “Our honeymoon?”

“Oh, Y/n, how are you?” “Who is he?” “Just someone I know from college…”

“Something is going on between those two…”

“Please… just stay with me…”

AUTHOR'S NOTE : AHHH the first chapter. I would like to clarify I do not know how to run a company, I've written this after watching many TV shows — and speaking of TV shows, this is also highly inspired by Queen of Tears (I'm at the end of Episode 16 as I'm writing this). I would love to hear your feedback through comments and reblogs because this is the first time I've written something like this. See you next week ♡

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Me, as BangChan’s girlfriend

CHEEK KISSES

PAIRING :: stray kids x fem!reader

GENRE :: fluff

WORD COUNT :: 1.6 words

WARNINGS :: not edited, none !

SYNOPSIS :: the kids react to having their cheeks' kissed by you !

NOTE :: if you don't know, this is apart of an official "kiss" series where i explain how the kids would react to being kissed in certain ways! down below is the links to the other posts "apart" of the series!

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

KIM SEUNGMIN ✸ he loves it but won't give the satisfaction of showing it

he's such a brat !

he just won't give you the satisfaction of knowing you truly flustered him when you gave him a kiss on the cheek as a "good morning"

it's not that he's not big on affection or anything, y'all have kissed and hugged before and he doesn't have a problem with it but he knows when you're searching for his reaction

there is a routine you usually follow in the morning so you kiss him on the cheek and then expectantly wait on his reaction (no matter how sneaky you think you're being), he can't help but act like he's not affected

he's amused by the little pout on your face when you notice that he's ignoring your little stunt and he giggles when you become unamused by his antics

nonetheless, he's not one to be out done so before going to take a shower for the day, he grabs you by the chin and gives you a kiss back on the apple of your cheek while mentioning how cute it is that you want his attention before sluggishly walking away

you can hear him chuckling all the way to the bathroom at the offended gasp you let out, damn brat

SEO CHANGBIN ✸ his heart can't take this but that's alright, he'll go to the doc later

he is suffering

as a man who prides himself on being cutesy and lovely, you truly take the cake with all of your sweet cheek kisses

it happened randomly, you just thought the way he smiles really makes the chubbiness (or what is left thereof) stand out and they are so soft to kiss

so anytime he smiles real big or laughs out loud, there are tiny whispers in the back of your mind going "it's free real estate" as you stare at his cheeks

your favorite time to do them is when you make him laugh, and he knows it too; he knows that as soon you make him smile or laugh, you're gonna swoop down give him a million tiny kisses all over his cheeks that's gonna give him palpitations

he's getting too old for these bouts of cuteness and loveliness coming from you- that's his job!

still none the less, as much he loves it, there is no doubt in his mind that you like doing it much more so he doesn't complain

he just sits back and tries his best not to smile immediately as you settle down and try to get him to smile for the umpteenth time that day

HWANG HYUNJIN ✸ he's so emotional about this...pls don't ever stop

this man will and HAS waxed poetic about cheek kisses since you do them so often

also another one who giggles into his kisses because he just loves you so much but he always feels more adored when you kiss his cheeks

now all of sudden, he's writing lyrics and poems on how soft your lips feel against his skin when you kiss his cheeks

definitely posed with you kissing him there to put it as his wallpaper on his phone but also to paint (you are his muse after all, the lil inspiration you are)

he just...feels a lot yall

he especially loves your cheek kisses when you come to visit him at work with snacks that you drop off before making your way over to him to tug him in your arms and kiss all over his face or when it's early morning and it's quiet all around with the source of warmth coming from your combine body heat and you plant little kisses leading from his neck to his jaw to his cheeks (before landing on his lips)

he just feels so cared for...and maybe he teared up about it but you know-

LEE MINHO ✸ he just did not see it coming

you are definitely not allowed to just kiss him and then just walk off like you didn't do what you just did

you had walked in from the room to get some water and on the way to the kitchen, you saw minho in the living room just relaxing on the couch watching some anime jisung recommended him with soonie, his sleepiest cat, on his chest and he just looked so....

so lovely !!!!!! who can resist sleepy relaxed minho !!!!

anyways that's not the point, the point is! you got distracted and decided that minho needed a kiss from you or else but while walking over there, you noticed that he wasn't actually positioned correctly for a kiss on the lips so you went for the next best thing

you kissed him right on his cheek, without even saying hi or anything, rubbing his chest and lightly hugging him before walking away (and ofc petting your oldest baby, soonie)

he didn't even notice you walking up to him, to caught up in the anime's recent scene to notice, and jumped when you touched him. now he blushes knowing that you just came over to give him a kiss

he later tracks you down to ask you why and why you didn't announce yourself, but if you pay attention, you'll notice his ears are bright red ! kiss his cheeks again for long lasting effects !

YANG JEONGIN ✸ he. is. baby. he. will. get. what. he. wants.

brat part two! but he's a manipulative lil shit

jeongin loves all of your kisses, even though he gets embarrassed easily and giggles his way out of ANYTHING- he loves all of your affection

but for some reasons, he really was on a binge when he really liked your cheek kisses but he couldn't get them as much

either you were busy or just thought he didn't like your kisses that much, jeongin silently noticed that you weren't giving him cheek kisses as much he would like you to so he came up with a plan to fix that

he found out that couples usually copy each other after a long while especially each other's habit so jeongin made it his habit to kiss you the cheek often

so enough you did it in return and did it so much that you didn't even notice that he stopped

when you asked one day which one you started the cheek kisses, you or him, he just was like "i dunno...but we (i) like them so i guess it doesn't matter >:)"

you just shrug it off and give him another cheek kiss as he reels in the success of getting his favorite kisses

(silly boy could have just asked but he would rather initiate changbin's hugs than do that it seems)

LEE FELIX ✸ once again, this is THE cuddle boy himself! he is having the time of his life rn

i love writing felix's part because it's nearly the same thing every time. he's just so lovey dovey and adores physical affection so this is like a dream come true

hugs, cuddles, back-hugs, kisses, tummy kisses, pouting kisses- any and all physical affection will make felix incredibly happy

however, the first time you give him a cheek kiss is when he first baked you something

it was a time where he wanted to freshen up on his brownie skills as the resident "baker/brownie boy" himself and to avoid the chaos of 7 grown adult men acting crazy over one small pastry, he asked to bake at your place

it was only when he noticed that he hadn't really baked anything for you before that he really tried his best to make this batch perfect, in a way you liked best

when he was done and showed off his hard work, seeing your smile when you ate it was thanks enough but you pulled him in to kiss his cheek, thanking him again as you walked to the fridge to get something to wash down the chocolate, his face got bright red

now he's giggling up a storm and giggling that you'll be the very death of him if you keep this up

(he's also doing everything in his power to gain more cheek kisses from you so expect more baked goods in the future)

HAN JISUNG ✸ this is a normal occurrence, we are not new to this.

my cutie lovely boy, i love him very much

i would think that you already kiss his cheeks a bunch, it's extremely hard not to

in my eyes, he's used to it now since you did a lot when y'all first got together but like i said- IT'S SOOOO HARD NOT TO

I MEAN COME ON YOU GUYS, HE'S NICKNAMES SPAN FROM SQUIRREL (AN ANIMAL THAT LITERALLY STUFFS IT'S FAT CHEEKS WITH SNACKS) TO QUOKKA (GO LOOK AT A PHOTO, THEY HAVE THEE CHUBBIEST CHEEKS)

*ahem* alright my bad

so when you grab his face in the middle of the day to kiss his cheek or when that's the first thing you do when you wake up to him or when he stuff his food when he eats, he just blinks....then goes back to day the as usual

you do it so often, as SOON as you see him start to puff up his cheeks either purposefully or not, you are QUICK to kiss them with such swiftness

for jisung, he just hums or smiles in response or i will grab at you before you can leave his vicinity to kiss you back

BANG CHAN ✸ oh he loves this so much, this is heaven

omg he is in love

melting in his seat, giggling up a storm, head in hands, ears are so red

just give him a minute, he feels so loved right now

you would think he would get better at noticing when you're going to give his cheeks a kiss and sometimes he does, sometimes he asks for them but every once in a while, you catch him off guard

ESPECIALLY IN THE STUDIO

he had invited you over to listen to some of his music when he was struggling, force him to take breaks, and generally just to chill while he works (work while he works)

the usually ever so observant chan is lost to the world while in the throws of his music coming from his headphones so when he feels a pair of lips pressing ever so insistently on his cheek, all of his focus is broken (see the first three bulletpoints)

once he gains his strength back, he's on you immediately trying to get his revenge or just whining cutely about how you spooked him and flustered him at the same time

god, he could never get sick of this

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