𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[11:22 am] Mark Lee could not stop the laughter that spilled from his mouth everytime your lips touched his. It was an automatic reaction, and the same blush of embarrassment covered his face each time.

“Why do you keep laughing?” You asked, giggling as well. Mark groaned, turning away from your intense gaze. Being with you in an intimate way always made Mark’s insides feel like jelly, butterflies erupting in his stomach at the smallest of touches. Each time your lips brushed up against his, he felt like a giddy teen experiencing their first kiss.

“You make me nervous.” Mark answered your question, a shy smile on his face. You raised your hand to cup his jaw, pulling him close to you once more. Despite the two of you dating for nearly ten months, Mark’s eyes widened at the close proximity, as he had never gotten used to it. He didn’t believe he ever would. Mark was able to see every single perfect detail of your face up close and he could smell the sweet scent of your perfume that sent him into a frenzy. He couldn’t be more in love with you at the moment.

“You’re so cute.” You cooed before kissing him again. This time, Mark didn’t laugh, but you didn’t miss the feeling of his lips curling up into a smile smile.

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[ 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.

>> take my breath

wc: 465 give me a good morning call tomorrow

“good morning!” haechan greets, cheerful as he sings into the receiver. “it’s morning now, right?”

there’s a moment of silence that passes before you respond, and for a second all he hears is the faint rustle of your cotton sheets. you let out a yawn.

“mhm,” is your eventual, sleepy reply. “5 am to be exact.”

he throws his head back. “damn, i miscalculated.”

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lee and lily - haechan dad scenario

hello!! just wanted to write a quick haechan fluff. haechan as a girl dad, i just know he'll be the most gentle and caring and whipped dad 🥺😭

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"Honey, I'm home! oh what are you doing there, angelbug?"

Haechan stops by the doorway when he spots his daughter sitting on the bottom step with her arms crossed and a frown on her cute little face

"Time out" his daughter answers with a pout, Haechan had to hold back his laugh just in case you're around watching. He tries not to get in your way whenever you discipline your 4 year-old daughter, he did it once and he ended up in trouble with you too.

You always tell him she's too spoiled, how can he not spoil her though?

Lee Nari, you and Haechan's first born. Baby girl was born on June 06, yes the same day as your husband. The two of you were enjoying his birthday dinner at home with his family when it happened, it was to say the least a very dramatic way of entering the world. Little Nari knew how to announce her entrance, a few hours later she was born.

Since then she's been yours and Haechan's world. You can control yourself when it comes to giving her what she wants and teaching her how the real world works but her father is a whole another story.

If Haechan could, he'd give Nari the world on a silver platter. When she was a newborn, she would make the slightest little baby noise and Haechan would be on his feet checking on her.

You adore it. You love how he loves his daughter. There's no doubt she'll have one man loving her truly for the rest of her life. As long as Haechan is around, Nari would be loved and cared for and protected.

Walking towards his daughter before crouching down to meet her eyes,

"Did you do something that you weren't suppose to?" he asks

"She drew on the wall with markers, then when I asked her if she did it she said Uju did" this time Haechan let out a chuckle when he heard your explanation, looking up the staircase to see you standing with a rag and bottlespray in your hands. Probably cleaning up the mess little Nari made.

"Who knew our dog was an artist" he jokes, he stands up before cupping his hand over Nari's ears "How long has it been?" referring to her being on time out

"Like 5 minutes, atleast talk to her Hyuck. She's getting cheekier and cheekier by the day, and you're not helping" you told your husband, walking down the stair

"I do help" "Yeah, help her with getting away with things" you counter

"Okay, you're not wrong. Not my fault I can't say no to our baby, she can do no wrong in my eyes" he says, you give him a pointed look. One he understood even without words.

"I'll talk to her" he tells you before looking down to Nari

"Let's go, Nari. We'll help mommy clean up, okay?" he says as he picks up his daughter in his arms.

Before the two Lee's make their way upstairs, Haechan speaks again

"Now, what do we say to mommy?" he asks Nari who is currently playing with the button on his shirt

"Sorry, mommy" Nari mumbles

"Doesn't count if you don't look in her eyes. Now try again" he tells her gently.

You don't talk, just stood beside the daddy and daughter duo. Haechan has always been the energetic, all-out type of person. But when he's with his little girl, he's the most gentle man.

The little Lee looks up and look at you with a small pout on her lips, "Sorry, mommy"

Haechan looks at you, waiting for you to succumb under her powers just like he always do. Like he had when he first held her in his arms. Like how he'll always be for the rest of his life.

"Don't do it again okay, and don't lie to mommy when I ask you. I forgive you" you tell her with a small smile. Leaning over to give her a kiss on the head

"Hey, where's my kiss?" Haechan says, earning an eye roll from you but you comply nonetheless.

After all, Nari isn't the only Lee who has you wrapped around their finger.

Giving Haechan a quick kiss on the lips before passing the rag and spray bottle to him. "Goodluck, love you" you tease him, lightly pushing him upstairs.

"You see angellove, there's this thing in your playroom. The coloring books and canvass I got you, you can paint and draw on them all day so that you and I don't have to clean. And mommy won't get mad, she's scary when she's mad"

"Lee Donghyuck!"

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━━━━━━ je t'aime , lee donghyuck

synopsis: donghyuck tells you how much he loves you. (spoiler alert! he loves you a lot.)

fluff , lee donghyuck x gn!reader , 662 words

heads up: grammatical and structural errors, not proof read bc i'm weak, cringe-worthy fluff lolz, lowercase and smaller text intended!

lee donghyuck has many habits, emphasis on the word many.

to his need to hug the pillow he's holding, to the little shake his head gives when he's eating. you've grown to love these things about him, all these tiny habits are made up of him. how could you not love it?

and as you find yourself at you and your boyfriend's beloved café, there he sits across from you, talking your ear off about how hectic his schedule was yesterday. not that you mind though, you love to listen to his voice as he babbles.

continuing to nod along with his story telling, you feel his hand slip out of yours as he places it on the table. it wasn't the first time he'd done that though, in actuality, he's done it ever since you started dating.

at first, you took it to heart, almost afraid you'd done something wrong to the brunette boy but once you'd actually looked at his hand, you found him scribbling what he was verbally saying. safe to say that you found it too cute to be upset over.

you take a glance at his pointer finger on the wooden table, listening and watching what he wrote as he continues speaking.

"practice was so tiring, we had to run the same three, eight counts like a bajillion times because of mark hyung-" he suddenly cuts off what he's saying, his scribbling following suit as his pointer finger stays stationary. "are you okay, sweetheart?"

eyes snapping back to his, you softly smile at him, "yeah, keep going," you respond with a not-so-convincing tone according to hyuck. he tilts his head towards you, eyes narrowing at you as if attempting to read your mind.

"what's wrong?" he asks you, head still tilted. all you do is smile at him, "did you know that you like to write what you're saying when you talk?" you ask him with a giggle bubbling in your throat, mirroring his actions as you tilt your head.

he raises an eyebrow, looking down at his finger on the table before laughing along with you. he maneuvers your hand to have it facing palm up before placing his pointer finger on top.

donghyuck continues talking, the feather-light feeling of his finger spelling out what he was saying. you squirm at the ticklish feeling before allowing him to continue.

he stops talking abruptly but his writing doesn't let up as he spells something out. "do y'know what i said?" he asks, eyes glancing up at you.

shrugging, he rolls his eyes dramatically before trying again, slower this time. "why don't you try saying what i'm writing?" he asks with a quirked brow, you nod before closing your eyes.

he writes slowly, "i," you say softly. he hums in approval before continuing, "love," you say with a giggle.

donghyuck watches your brows furrow in concentration, his lips twitching into a smile that's full of adoration as he watches the cogs turning in your brain as he softly draws on your palm.

writing out the last word, you sigh, a shy smile gracing your face, "you," you finish before opening your eyes.

"thanks for that. what an ego boost!" you joke, watching as his face falls into one of false annoyance. intertwining your hands before place a soft kiss to the back of yours.

"oh, shut up! you're so annoying," he says with a groan. "yeah, but you love me!" you say as if it were a fact, which it was. "that, i do." he says with no hesitation.

no words needed to be exchanged as you watch one another in silence. the love in his eyes tell you everything you need to know, and more.

pure silence engulfed the pair, donghyuck's thumb softly rubs circles onto your hand before he speaks up, "i love you, y/n." he repeats.

you can't help but let a smile break out onto your face before responding, "i love you too, hyuk."

☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა nct dream taglist! @beepjeongie ... @h4chi ... @riqomi ... @enhacolor ... @wonluvrbot ... @rutowonz ... @setakdongies ... @byeongsung ... @dancinginthetaillight

⋆˙🗒 ⊹ jaydi's notes: corny... CORNYYYYYT IM SICKSKDKDK idk what this is tbh i just saw a tiktok of hyuck's habits n just had to write it bc i'm a WIMP ayo tho, first nct dream work lolz can't believe it took this long to write for them, let alone my whole ult bias n shiii LMAOOO

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a/n: This drabble includes talks of therapy and anxiety so possible trigger warning. In this, Poopsie is just kind of realizing her struggles with her insecurities and how she projects it onto Jin. And as always, Jin is an absolute sweetheart. Thanks for reading, I hope you all enjoy! :))

YOU were doing it again. You knew you were. Jin was just busy, his job was stressful at the moment. They were preparing for a fucking comeback, for godsake, it wasn’t about you.

But you couldn’t stop yourself from sending the text.

You: Can we talk when you get here? If you’re even still coming over.

It wasn’t volatile or aggressive, but you knew he’d read it and know that you were upset, and therefore you’d receive his attention, and that’s all you wanted. Well, that’s what you thought you wanted.

Waiting for the response was the worst, because you couldn’t take your text back. Your emotions were high when you sent it and you knew it was a destructive thing to do, but it felt like the physical illness from the anxiousness sitting in your stomach wouldn’t ease until you hit send.

It had been fifteen minutes since you sent the message, and Jin hadn’t even opened it. God, you were acting like a fucking lunatic, checking the conversation repeatedly to see if he had read it yet.

Trying to distract yourself, you grabbed the drawing pad Jungkook left at your apartment from a few days ago, sifting through the sketches to find a blank page. The kid could draw, you thought as you appreciated his work.

Landing on a blank page, you picked up the pencil from the coffee table and began dragging it across the page. You were not an artist, you just needed the mental break that watching the graphite appear on the white page provided.

Half way through your child-like drawing, your apartment door opened, a very tired Jin stepping inside with his bag thrown over his shoulder. Kicking his shoes off, he lifted his gaze to find you staring at him from the floor in front of the couch.

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