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[6:34pm] performing for his fans was exhausting, but he enjoyed it so much. making his fans happy made him happy. practice let out early enough for him to finally spend time with y/n. they’ve been together for over 2 whole years. his lips curved upwards immediately as he walked through the door to her apartment. even though they’ve been together for a couple of years, they both decided it was best for them not move in together. she understood he should stay with his members, and she should stay in her apartment to focus on her studies. she decided to do online classes for the fun of it. it wasn’t as stressful as others made it. hendery opened the door, immediately glancing around for y/n. she was laying on the couch, watching some cartoon. her eyes laid on his figure, her grin growing bigger as she quickly got up. they both stepped towards the other, immediately embracing each other.

“i’ve missed you so much,” he stated. his eyes glanced down at her lips. he leaned down to place a peck her lips. she grinned at him, while his lips curved upwards to a smirk. she was beaming at him, her lips crashing to his again.

[4:02 pm]

“one more time!” your class president sighs as you all return to your positions.

the sight of your boyfriend eases the fatigue in your body. “hey, pretty.”

smiling, he happily stands next to you as you both wait for the music cue.

“haechan! stop staring at your girlfriend and get the timing right!”

[4:44 pm]

“babe, your phone’s blowing up.” he feels the vibration of your chest as he pushes himself closer to your neck. “i don’t want toooo.”

jaemin’s whiny voice makes you giggle, your fingers pausing ever so slightly from running themselves through his brown hair.

“but—mark will kill me if you’re late.” your hushed whisper pulls a curse from him as he reluctantly leaves your embrace.

[1:09 am]

“are you sure you’re not cold?”

renjun’s concerned voice cuts through the silence of the night—a small cloud bursting past his lips.

your smile seems to calm his nerves, the tight squeeze you give his hand eases the wrinkle between his brows, “i’m fine, ren.”

he nods, pulling your hand into his jacket pocket nonetheless. you had refused his jacket knowing how sensitive your boyfriend was, but that only worried him a little more.

“the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” his whisper brushes against your ear—it was almost inaudible, but you heard him.

“babe… that’s a street lamp.”

[2:45pm]

it’s a lazy afternoon - one haechan hasn’t had for years since his first debut. you and haechan sit facing each other on the floor of your parents’ art studio, the coldness of the marble somewhat muffled by the newspaper you sit on. you are painting sunflowers on each other’s hands; your sunflowers stem from the roots on the wrist of his left hand and bloom near his fingers, while his sunflowers messily graze upon the entirety of your left hand. you laugh because they kind of look like burnt scrambled eggs, and haechan laughs because your laugh is so damn cute (but also because he thinks so, too). he then playfully attempts to flirt seductively, calling you his flower with a wink, a lip bite, and that look - to which you can’t stop laughing uncontrollably, but press a messily placed kiss to his cheek because he’s just so adorable. haechan’s eyes light up as he peppers your face with kisses, making you giggle as you entangle your fingers in his damaged hair in a joking attempt to pry him away. you can’t remember the time you’d laughed this much - or felt this happy. but haechan always seems to do that to you.

the afternoon sunlight smiles upon the both of you from the large, circular window behind you. the golden light kisses haechan’s eyes into a deep shade of sweet honey, and you know you’d love to be even a scrambled-egg-looking sunflower if it meant that you would be able to look at your sun forever.

[10:47 pm]

“kiss me like you love me,” you breathe as you lean into johnny, his warm breath brushing over your lips as his hands gently take hold on your waist.

johnny’s eyes seem to kiss your eyes just as passionately as his lips kiss your lips - until your eyelids flutter shut under his insatiable dark brown gaze. his hands have made their way up your torso and are entangled in your hair, his long fingers softly holding your head as he leans down to meet his lips with yours. johnny’s mind pleads with him to savor this moment with slow, tender kisses upon your lips, but his heart races so fast that he can barely think.

johnny has been dreaming about this very moment since sophomore year of high school: the year he realized he did love his best friend. he had dreamt about this very moment every time you tucked your hair behind your ear; every time your mutual friends teased the two of you for bickering like an old married couple; every time you introduced johnny to your new boyfriend with a cute giggle and a peck johnny always wished was for himself; every time you wore his oversized light blue hoodie for heartbreak sleepovers, wrapped in his arms and crying over a movie and your breakup as he ran his hands over your hair comfortingly.

johnny has dreamt about this moment so often that he doesn’t understand how you can tell him to kiss you like he loves you - how you can be so oblivious to the fact that he’s loved you and your endearing, pink-cheeked smile for years on end.

johnny swallows back the three words clawing at his throat - begging to be let free just to be shattered into pieces - as he pulls you closer. “kiss me like you love me,” he repeats in a breath, and hopes you didn’t hear his voice cracking ever so slightly.

[11:34 pm]

long distance boyfriend!jaehyun surprises you just as valentine’s day is about to end, holding a bouquet of red roses tied together by a huge red ribbon. his lovable dimples carve into his pink cheeks as he beams up at you from the bottom of the steps of your home.

“do you want to be my valentine, beautiful?”

you freeze for a moment, not being able to believe your eyes. you quickly run down your steps, the chilly february air making you shiver as you jump into jaehyun’s warm arms. you’re in your pajamas - you hadn’t expected jaehyun to come so far to see you, especially since he had been so busy with practice recently. “i can’t believe you’re here,” you exclaim, grinning uncontrollably and pressing large kisses to his cheeks that are pink from the cold. “happy birthday, love. if i knew you’d been coming...” you trail, looking into his eyes with regret that you hadn’t really prepared anything for his birthday besides that box with the album and his favorite chocolates you had shipped to him weeks ago.

“it’s absolutely okay. i suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to see my beautiful girlfriend,” jaehyun says cheekily as you entwine your fingers with his and pull him inside your cozy home, the both of you laughing as jaehyun almost trips over the doormat. hearing his deep, rich laugh in person; kissing his lovable dimple-cheeked smile; and feeling his heart pump just as fast as yours through the interweaved segments of your fingers makes you feel like the happiest valentine in the world.

[9:32 am]

heartbreaker!jungwoo thought he knew exactly how to get you to fall hopelessly in love with him. it had worked with everyone else. jungwoo had never failed to win a heart over with his endearing laugh that made his eyes curve into pretty crescent moons; his playful teasing that brought shy blushes to countless cheeks; and his puppy brown eyes that gazed and glimmered in concentration into the other person’s bashful eyes during a conversation. 

and jungwoo had thought he’d won you over, like every other time. when he asked you out, though, you rejected him.

it wasn’t like you weren’t in love with jungwoo - it was impossible not to be, after all those late night calls, jungwoo teasing you in the morning when you fell asleep first, snoring lightly; after all those midnight boba runs, jungwoo helping you sneak out of your house and feel free for the first time in your life; after all those horror movie marathons at his house, jungwoo entwining his hand with yours and squeezing it tightly whenever he got scared; and after all those arcade “dates” that weren’t really dates the two of you went on, jungwoo pouting and continuously refilling the shooting game with coins so that he could have another shot at impressing you with a victory as you giggled.

you were so in love with jungwoo that your heart constantly tried to bang its way out of your chest and throw itself at him, but you knew that jungwoo would absolutely shatter your heart if you trusted him with it. 

little did you know that you had shattered jungwoo’s heart for the first time in his life. maybe it had been your lovable laugh that brought a joyful sparkle to your eyes, even at the stupidest jokes; maybe it had been your soft hands squeezing his playfully as jungwoo’s shoulders lifted abruptly at each jump scare; or maybe it had been your beautiful eyes that seemed to whisper demands for him to love you every time jungwoo looked into them. 

whatever it had been, jungwoo’s heart had leapt out of his chest before he even realized, and had shattered itself at your feet.

[12:11 am]

johnny’s always been a great listener, and he’s always been there for you. you sob into his chest as he rubs circles into your back, murmuring “it’s okay, it’s okay” into your hair. 

“oh dear, who hurt you?” his eyes are filled with concern as he cups your face gently, his large warm fingers wiping away the fat teardrops that fall from your eyes as if they have a mind of their own. you don’t tell him, but johnny can tell from the look in your eyes. “it’s okay, you’re with me now. no one’s going to hurt you,” he murmurs, and you know it’s true. 

you hiccup and hug him tighter. johnny lets you soak his sweater with overflowing tears. you heave breaths as you try to suppress your tears, suddenly feeling bad that you’re putting this burden on johnny. “j-johnny, i-i’m sorry.” you hiccup again as tears flood your eyes.

“why are you apologizing? hey,” johnny says, trying to get your attention. he gently places his hands on both of your shoulders. “hey. look at me.” you break into a sob as soon as you meet his eyes. “come here,” he says, pulling you back into a hug. you feel so safe, so loved, so complete in his arms. you want to stay forever.

“i love you,” he says softly, warm hand wiping your tears. “i love you.” it’s so genuine, so real. you can’t stop crying, but you know you don’t have to stop in front of johnny. “you’re safe with me. i love you.”

[12:01 am]

“what if you were an alien?” you murmur into boyfriend!jeno’s chest. the two of you are lying in bed together after a horror movie marathon, his dark grey blanket pulled over the both of you. you’re wearing his large green t-shirt that falls to your mid-thigh and shorts, and snuggle up to him because you feel cold and a bit scared. he notices and lifts his arm to wrap it around your waist comfortably.

you look up into his face - his eyes are closed and he looks peaceful; maybe he’s about to fall asleep by this point. “that might explain why you’re so handsome,” you murmur quietly.

the corners of jeno’s lips lift up lovingly. he finds your midnight thoughts endearing, and the arm around your waist shifts so that his hand runs through your hair. “go to sleep, sweetie.”

you relax, sighing contentedly into his chest. “... i really think you might be an alien sometimes.”

jeno chuckles lazily. “why?” he says, his eyes opening slightly as his hands repeatedly caress your hair.

“i don’t know,” you murmur, your eyes drooping closed with sleepiness. “maybe because you’re so perfect.” you let out a small, quiet yawn. “i love you,” you mumble, your hands on his chest relaxing as you fall asleep.

jeno can feel you relax as you sleep, and closes his eyes as your soft breaths seem to whisper in the dark room. “i love you more,” he mumbles back, and kisses your head as he falls asleep.