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The Distant Sound Of The Washing Machine

pt. 2 of Washing Machine

Summary:

Minho and you take a well needed nap and return to the familiarity of each other's presence.

Minho/ Reader

domestic fluff, cuddling, insecurity, assurance

word count: 1856

'Your hair is in my nose', Minho grunted, frantically turning his head from side to side.

He proceeded to sneeze and hurried to turn completely away from you. His body ebbed due to the sudden reflex and he automatically tightened his arms around you to hinder you from falling off him. Your sleepy whine made him halt all movements and as slowly as possible, he looked down on you.

'Keep sleeping. It's all good', he whispered and pushed your strands of hair down, away from his face and used the opportunity to lovingly pat your head.

He tried to get back into some sort of slumber, but he was already too awake. He noticed the bright sunlight that found its way through the gap of the curtains and the distant sound of birds told him that it was indeed the middle of the day. Your full weight on him was calming and despite the warm spring temperature outside, he was still able to fully enjoy your radiation of warmth.

'Sleepy baby, hm? You need this nap so much, huh?', he cooed, running his fingertips over your scalp.

He gazed down on you, studying your features, getting lost in counting your eyelashes and had to start over again when you slightly move with a big sigh with which you were cuddling into him. He suppressed his smile and frowned when he realized that the only person he was hiding his giddiness from was himself. Ironically, he himself was the person most aware of his adoration for you, so he allowed his lips to take up the space of a big grin.

'I love you', he hushed in a hitched breath, just now understanding that his smile took up all of his concentration.

The washing machine was still running in the adjacent room, and the steady sound put his mind in a meditative state. There wasn't much talking before you fell asleep on top of him, gripping his shirt so tightly that he now understood how his black sweater managed to be so ridiculously wrinkled. He even doubted that washing and ironing it could possibly help evening out the fabric, but he also knew it wasn't necessary to bring it back into its initial state. As long as it helped you, it was fine to him.

His mind repeated your few whispers that you gifted him before your last energy finally left you. He silently reconstructed your phrases about failed exams, rude people, and friendships that ended. The stories weren't new to him. The daily video chats served well as opportunity to share the significant events for the months of separation, but physically feeling your words meeting his ear, paired with your breath and the minuscule nuances of how you tapped his hand when you emphasized something or how you looked away when you were thinking just to return looking back at him with a spark in your eyes that he was only able to see in person, brought the closeness he enjoyed most. Sure, taking your hand, hugging you, kissing you, all of that he loved, but none of that was as much needed as simply being in the same room with you, experiencing you talking to him. Your voice wandering through a room so naturally was what Minho defined as being home.

'I missed you so much', he mumbled and placed a tender kiss on top of your head.

The washing machine's sound faded out, and its beeping announced its work being done. To Minho's dislike the high-pitched repetition of the machine's notification managed to wake you, and he tightened his embrace around you when you started moving in the process of gaining conciseness. He wasn't ready to let you go yet.

Your hair ruffled around his face again, and he desperately started blowing into your direction to keep the tickling strands away from him. When you lift your head, he is met with your frown and immensely sleepy eyes that were still reddened from your recent crying. However, he could also see the little spark of annoyance that you only managed to bring out when you were energized enough. Therefore, the nap must have helped, and Minho smiled at the hope of you feeling better.

'You might have forgotten, but-', you started and were interrupted by a yawn that caused you to nuzzle into Minho's shoulder, before your continued, 'but I am not a cat, so, would you stop blowing at me?'.

You groaned and lied back down, still in need to adapt to being awake and Minho started sorting your hair again, trying his best to braid it what proved to be rather difficult from the position he was in. With a proud hum, he secured his work with the hair tie that he kept around his wrist. The habit of carrying it with him in case you needed it lasted through the whole sequence of being long distant. His arm felt empty without the elastic. He played with it when he was nervous, feeling closer to you. He could pretend that you were just in the next room and about to return to him every second when his fingers stretched the tie only to let it spring back into its original radius. He needed your little mundane belongings just as much as you needed his black sweater.

'I'm sorry, but you are my little kitty and your human form can't trick me. I have seen your soul', he whispered in a hushed laugh and placed another kiss on your head.

'You have seen my soul?', you asked and rolled down from him to the empty side of the bed, causing Minho to move with you to keep facing you. His hand on your waist never left, and he squeezed your soft skin like he always did, an action that never failed to make you a tiny bit shy.

The same happened this time. It is a sensation that strangely carried the sentiment of a tickle, yet Minho did it with the slowed of specific intention, allowing his warmth to transfer through your clothes right onto your skin and for some reason this touch of his directly went to your heart. You were still surprised by your shy smile that heats your whole face. The tickling feeling that he only placed on the surface travelled through your cells, an exponentially multiplying tingle that ultimately assailed your soul that adapted with a bright vibration.

'I did. It's beautiful', he told you with his sickening sweet voice and his mischievous gaze.

'Yeah? It's supposed to match my face, so it makes sense', you returned the demeanour and gain a light playful squeeze on your waist.

'Your face only makes sense for your soul because it's framed by your hair, and who is taking care of your hair looking good? Me', he snorted and placed a smug kiss on your lips, but what started as a complacent reward to him proceeded into a desperate linger.

Being around you was so familiar to Minho, whereas his existence suddenly felt so unaccustomed to the feeling of your lips against his. It is not like he forgot your power over him, but it seemed like his body forgot and now made it obvious that it only functioned as host for his own soul and that essential essence of him wanted to be with yours.

When you pressed yourself further into him, silently returning his kiss, his breath was entirely knocked out of his lungs. The way you proceeded to touch him so tenderly, so fully and attentively convinced him that if ever necessary he toured, just transfer his soul into your vessel, trusting you to continue being his home forever.

'The washing machine is done', he found himself whispering into your mouth and besides your power over him he is now also once again reminded of his incapability to put his deep feelings into words that could make their way to you. It made him sad, the idea that he would never be completely understood by anyone but himself, not even by you. In this life, he would always have to rely on being interpreted rather than understood.

'But our nap is not done yet', you assured him and smiled against his lips, playfully licking over them, and he couldn't but think that his cats were doing that too.

He looked at you and found your eyes that were focused on him. There was this spark, so obviously, so overwhelming to him, that he wondered why no one ever pointed it out, why no one ever mentioned it or seemed even remotely as caught up on it like Minho was.

'I love you', he whispered so quietly that he was sure the phrase only popped up in his head, but you told him the same thing right away.

He involuntarily squeezed your waist again, needing to hold onto the most reliable thing he had in life, and your reaction of nuzzling against him, all shy and giddy, mirrors his hidden away soul's attitude. The faint shadow of the list on the shelf caught his attention and went through all the points he had written down to not forget how he wanted to reencounter you after such a long time, wanting to make sure you understood how much you being in his life meant to him. He was so scared that you would return, grown without him, maybe even outgrown him, so that you would realize that he just wasn't for you anymore. Once the illusion of who he was, who he used to be without being that anymore, bursted, you would just move on. He would let you go, perfectly aware of the pain, pain that you might be able to guess but not fully understand, because he was the one carrying the pain at a place that only he could access.

'What about the sweater?', he asked and heared the tremble in his voice, quickly faking a yawn to conceal his insecurity.

'Got you back', you mumbled and suddenly searched for his hand.

He placed it on yours and let you move it between your bodies. He felt you turning his palm towards you and your lips pressing into it. He let you form his hand into a fist. He wasn't looking, solely trying to follow what you were doing, how you were moving, by tracking the synergy of your both's bodies. His fist was pressed against your chest, and you kept holding this hand to ambitiously that he was sure it was yours now.

'Is that enough?', Minho asked, throwing the words into the air, recklessly waiting if they rain down on you.

'You are everything', you answered and kissed where his heart beat it pounding against his chest from the inside and he decided that he might never be understood like he understood himself, with all the big and small words, intense and nuanced feelings, but your interpretation of him was his favorite, the one that elevates and grounds him and made him believe that his soul could live on in you just as well as it was living in himself.

#that was so beautiful it took my breath away #especially the last paragraph oh my god #but overall lino is so soft and so safe and 😭#i love him your honor #fic rec

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amelee23 · 10 days

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husband!minho

✰ notes: third entry of my husband!skz series and as for who won the poll, it’s minho’s turn!! minor warning: sex is mentioned but nothing happened!! i hope you guys enjoy!! not proofread. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33

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Husband Minho who asked, “Will you be the mother of my three kids?” instead of “Will you marry me?” on one random afternoon when you were both playing with his cats at his parents’ house. It served as his proposal and gave you a jingle ball because he didn’t have a ring with him at that time.

Husband Minho who used to be a tsundere and nonchalant person but later changed into a fully affectionate bunny the moment he fell for you.

Husband Minho who got emotional during the wedding day but tried to hold his tears back since it was expected that his friends would tease him later. He gave up eventually and cried when you slow danced with him at the reception.

Husband Minho who teased you a lot but in a loving way. He tends to be a menace sometimes but it wasn’t bad. Your big baby just loves to play with you.

Husband Minho who pretends to be annoyed when you ask for a kiss but deep inside he wants to smother you with all the love you deserve. Eventually, he couldn’t keep it to himself so he cuddles you with lots and lots of kisses.

Husband Minho who spoils you with his five Michelin-star cooking skills and serves you high-quality food. He is the happiest when you compliment him and finish everything on your plate.

Husband Minho who loves to drag you along when he goes camping and offers to take care of everything while you rest. He’d only ask for minor tasks from you to help him.

Husband Minho who sends you weird selfies and cat pictures when you’re not together and says he misses you with the kids (his cats).

Husband Minho who listens to your worries and gives constructive criticisms but at the same time he comforts you with the things you need to feel better.

Husband Minho who loves to encourage you to do the things you want as long as it would benefit him and it’s not illegal. “The heart knows what it wants,” He said. “But let’s not go to jail shall we?”

Husband Minho who lets you burst out in anger while he stood there listening to everything. He’s not the type to baby you every time and will be civil when it comes to arguments knowing who is in the right and wrong.

Husband Minho who will never allow you to sleep unless everything is resolved. He’d be sorry if it was his fault and be the cutest baby bunny that you can’t resist to forgive. This comes along with cuddles and kisses or makeup sex (if you’re both into it).

Husband Minho whose love languages are acts of service, quality time, and words of affirmation.

Husband Minho whom you swoon to over and over because of how handsome and cute he is. Never a day you’d miss complimenting him by which he’ll be all red and mushy from being shy.

Husband Minho who got the interest of touching your butt out of his love and affection.

Husband Minho who lays on top of you when he sees you lying down on your shared bed the moment he gets home because he’s tired and your presence makes him feel relaxed and secure. He tends to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

Husband Minho who is loud and dramatic in the most precious way.

Husband Minho who never forgets important dates and will throw everything away just to spend time with you.

Husband Minho who acts like a mother especially when you get sick and is stubborn.

Husband Minho who is good with kids, and had asked you a few times if you want to have one with him but at the same time he doesn’t want to put pressure on your shoulders. He reassures that he can wait and doesn’t even mind if he spends his lifetime with you alone.

Husband Minho who feels appreciated and loved when you tell him about the things he means to you and how much you are head over heels for him.

Husband Minho who gets excited when you give him cat necessities. You wonder that he loves his cats more than you sometimes but he’d say you were equally receiving his love and affection.

Husband Minho who doesn’t always say he loves you but rather says that you are his getaway from everything. It’s you and him against the world, nothing could replace you as you are his happy place and favorite person. The one who comes second after his cats and knows his priorities but you get the privilege.

Husband Minho who loves you to the moon and back.

Husband Minho who treasures you the most and the one he’d put first before everything.

Husband Minho whom you’ll love for a lifetime, promised to never hurt, never leave, and never break his heart.

✰ taglist: @notastraykid , @ameliesaysshoo , @l3visbby , @reignessance , @lix-ables , @skzfelixlove , @rachabreathing , @hyunverse , @minluvly , @sleepyleeji , @starseungs , @midsoulz , @oddracha , @armystay89

©️ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 , 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

#i am not crying you are #oh who am I kidding lol #it's me. I'm crying #fic rec

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amelee23 · 13 days

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XDINARY HEROES MASTERLIST

★ GUNIL

★ JUNGSU

★ GAON

★ O.DE

★ JUN HAN

Puppy love | Jun Han fluff (drabble)

★ JOOYEON

★ OT6

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I have the biggest head canon that while junhan isn’t the most physically affectionate usually sometimes he’s just so overwhelmed with how in love with you he is and he just wants to hold you and absolutely cover you in kisses until you’re both giggly blushy mess

Puppy love Jun Han!

~Xdinary Heroes soft hours~

• I definitely agree! Jun Han is so gentle. Although he might seem quiet and reserved, that quietness is more likely patience, thoughtfulness, and I think you can see fondness in his eyes even when he isn't talking.

• However! Behind closed doors that fondness definitely gets externalized. (Not all of it because if you were to hear how much he thinks about you and how much he adores you in his head you'd probably faint.) Compared to the amount of thoughts he has in his head, his words are scarce... He'd probably say something like "you mean so much to me" but then no words would come out next so he'd have to show you it, showering you in kisses, clinging to you like you're the only safety he'd ever feel. I feel he'd also have a few thoughts of insecurity, of disbelief like "I can't believe you've chosen to give me your love every day." Being so observant, Jun Han definitely sees all you do for him, all the compliments trying to boost his self esteem, all the acts of service, all the compromises you make so you'd have time to spend together... And he'd have to express this gratitude somehow.

• He'd bury his face in your belly, gently running his hands down your sides and humming, almost like a car purring. When he'd look up at you you'd see sparkles in his eyes and the softest smile. Alternatively he'd also love to pull you close, drape your legs over his lap and lay your head on his chest. He'd lay kisses on the top of your head, on your forehead, on your temples, play with your fingers, and when your eyes would meet... He'd let out a shaky breath and say "do you know how cute you are?" making you giggle.

• I feel like Jun Han would also have moments of 'weakness' when meeting you, when he wouldn't pull away from a hug. He'd bury his nose in your hair and hold you, and after a while you'd begin to sway gently so the hug doesn't get too awkward.

• Sometimes he'd tackle you with affection too... Hear me out. You're debating something (I feel you'd do this a lot in the relationship since Jun Han is very smart.) and none of you want to back down.

"No it doesn't." Jun Han refutes.

"Yes it does." You don't want to back down.

"No it doesn't." He repeats, moving close to blow a loud kiss into your neck, making you fall onto the bed giggling.

"Yes it does!!"

"No it doesn't." He says, still gently, but with a smirk on his face as he begins to kiss you all over your face, until you feel his lips everywhere and you turn into a giggling mess.

"Fine, fine, you win!" You give up, and Jun Han flops on top of you and you've already forgotten what you were arguing about.

• Also he'll wrap you in blankets when watching a movie and get cuteness aggression watching your face peek out from the burrito you're wrapped in.

#xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes fanfic #xdinary heroes #xdinary heroes fluff #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh scenarios #xdh fluff #xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes soft hours #jun han x reader #jun han scenarios #junhan x reader #han hyeongjun #xdinary heroes scenarios #xdh fanfic #jun han fluff #answered #anon

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amelee23 · 16 days

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Hello!

Soft hours are open for Stray kids and Xdinary Heroes (I would especially love to hear about the latter one!)

Soft hours entail that I want to hear your fluffy fantasies/ thoughts you have with your biases in said group! Anything cute, romantic, platonic, sappy, cheesy... You name it! I have a very sweet tooth so I like my fluff very sweet (and romantic if possible!) For example, what kind of date you'd want to have with them, what kind of activities you'd want to try... How they'd show their love, how you'd show your love to them! How you'd make each other laugh, how you'd spent a weekend, how you'd support each other... Etc!

Please do not include anything suggestive.

I will answer the asks in the form of conversation/ drabbles, so this is NOT me taking requests, although if I really like a thought you send me I might turn it into a fic!

Let's share soft thoughts together 🖤

(I'm especially looking forward to hear from villains 👀)

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amelee23 · 16 days

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Fluff? Chanlix. Those two constantly melt my heart. (they feel safe, if that makes sense- i know i dont know them personally, but i get that feeling from them and the way they act in situations- they're always to selfless) A date with them? literally anything. Though... baking, making a mess, but it would taste amazing. cuddling while watching a movie/show. playing a multiplayer game together, and the looser whining, probably mario kart or some wii party game. Staying up late watching the stars and talking about whatever (probably remembering silly adverts from when we were younger- Aussie ads used to have catchy jingles) going for a walk in the scrub and finding a secluded beach, hunting for pretty shells and mucking around... just being with them would be enough for me, even if they wanted to do something i dont like, if it meant being with them, i would probably do it. sigh...

No, it totally makes sense! Chanlix are very warm and safe. They really seem the kind to take you out to try new things and not be even a little drop mean or judgmental if you suck at something 😂 like for example they take you bowling and you keep hitting the gutter? I think they'd start trying to do some fancy spinning moves to literally end up in the gutter with you and make you feel better 🤣 or you play pool (billiards?) and your ball literally flies off the table? "Damn you'd probably score more than us on the strength machine" 😂 like yeah they'll tease you but nothing major 😂 (and I mean, who are we kidding. They're stray kids. They cannot roast you for being bad at games when they can't even name one game they're good at 😂)

And since they're more extroverted they probably would love going out to try new things... Like coffee shop hunting.. or if in Australia, a lot of beach volley or maybe even something cool like geocaching! You can chill back in the car with Felix as Chan drives around town searching for treasure hihihi

But I mean, staying at home could also be an adventure... Especially if you play Uno in three... Or Monopoly. We all know that game breaks people to pieces 😂 you could get to see Felix burst like a volcano when he goes bankrupt 🤣🤣

A little basic, but! Let's not forget adventure parks! With all the rides and the cool games you could play! (It's time to show off your muscles on the strength game, I know you can do it!) They'd literally go around trying to win you as many plushies as possible. You'd have to strap the teddy bear in the back of the car as a fourth passenger. 😂

When it comes to cooking... I wish you good luck 😂 we all know Felix can cook a 5 star meal when he's alone but when he cooks with Seungmin it's a literal disaster... I don't know if cooking with Chan would make it better or worse 🤣 hopefully you can save the day! (And the dish)

And like ... Since you said they are selfless... Picture this. You're all three caught in the rain and you only have one umbrella. You know that thing people do, to make sure their loved one is completely protected from the rain, they get one of their shoulders completely soaked? You can bet these boys will each get half soaked walking you home. And then you'll have to plop down the two stubborn boys and dry their hair </3

I'll stop here before I yap for another year 😂

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amelee23 · 16 days

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Thank you for adding me to your recommendation list! It means a lot to me 🖤

BANG CHAN RECS 2

smut fluff angst

PART 1 • PART 2

reader

unspoken challenge by @dreamescapeswriting

sleepy cramps by @httpdwaekki

the eaten heart by @torialefay

slow down by @hanjsquokka

sticky situation by @exotic-afterhours

thought 002 by @bangchanisinmymind

chan imagine by @ddyskz

channie's room by @eliluvschan

big bad wolf by @byuntrash101

the skz house ft hyunjin by @writeonwhiskey SERIES

010524

risky gift ft minho a spicy valentines day ft changbin ^@facioleeknow

great minds think alike by @candylix

binchan imagine ft changbin by @christronomy

poor thing by @mphountitled

crybaby by @ybklix SERIES

frottage by @dreaming-medium

kisses with chan by @tasteracha

more than anything by @goquokka00

inexperienced big dick chan SERIES chan imagine chan imagine 2

^ @brainddeadd

topline ft hyunjin by @miniversse

insomnia by @stayandot8

oh let there be hotel complaints by @bluejutdae

chan hard thought brat little tease

^ @doitforbangchan

NSFW alphabet by @miss-daisy04

coming or going ft minho public

^ @singsangseung

oct 3rd morning sex breeding kink

^ @sluttywonwoo

feral channie by @milkteabinniechan

studio by @hwajin

my hero by @amelee23

heading out by @chrizzztopherbang

member x member

nights like this ft felix by @luvkyu

only the best for you ft minho by @writingforstraykids

010524

mastermind ft jisung, minho, felix by @felixsramen

member x member x reader

010524

some things are better left unknown ft felix by @roseykat

three of a kind ft jisung + minho heat ft felix

twos better than one ft felix sick ft jisung + jeongin

^ @felixsramen

male/gn reader

watch me ft felix by @jaeyunzzx

do not touch by @prettiestboyev

make you feel my love by @moonlightwonie

life without you by @seungrem SERIES

weak for praise NSFW alphabet

^@bangchan-mytruelove

punishment by @cityofdreams-writing

hardcore by @star-suh

d-riding?! by @getyourdirtyhandsoffme SERIES

drive me insane by @bangchansdirty-slut

bulking up eh by @male-reader-haven

heaven by @taekjo0

sleepy love by @oreogutz

010524

it's always been you by @writingforstraykids

dimple by @forlix

FULL STRAY KIDS REC LISTS

#rec list

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amelee23 · 17 days

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lee know in every skz code - ep 4-5

#rheeno

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amelee23 · 17 days

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Lee Know ☆ Club Nex7 ep. 4

#rheeno

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amelee23 · 18 days

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Hiiii

My bias? Chris. If it wasn't obvious 😂 husband!chan gets me giggling and kicking my feet. So get this, waking up together after your wedding, you ask "why me?" why did he choose you? Chan goes on to explain about all the little things he loves about you, lots of cute kisses and cuddles

Husband!chan being away for tour, coming home early and seeing you putting the kids to bed. You're telling them a story about their "superhero daddy" that is away saving the world by spreading happiness. He's leaning by the door listening just full of love, when you're done you spot him, then when you walk out he starts telling you why he thinks you're the superhero because of how you make him happy

Ahhhhh I'm so delulu HELP 🤭😂😭

Okay okay okay when I TELL YOU

I've been obsessing over this for the past week. I've had the most horrible week but I kept looking forward to this haha

I was supposed to just continue this like... As a drabble.... With some cute dialogue lines and such... Haha no I wrote 2400 words about it lol

I combined both scenarios you gave me in one! I didn't follow your words exactly... Cuz I'm a rebel 😂

I LOVED this brain rot thank you so much for sending it in! I like your brain 😂

Here's the fic, I hope you like it!

My hero

#chrizzztopherbang #requests #answered

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amelee23 · 18 days

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My hero | Bang Chan

Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

Genre: Married fluff, (a tiny bit of angst)

Word count: 2.400

Requested: yes

Warnings: mention of a stomach bug (very briefly) insecurities (both), self-depricating jokes (both), some marriage difficulties, caring for a child, they're EXTREMELY in love, tooth-rotting fluff

Both you and Chan loved to have your crazy fun, but to a certain limit. A limit you both understood so well, as if it was truly a shared items between your minds. Therefore, after your long awaited wedding ceremony, where tears were shed, dances were danced, cake ended up on the floor and someone's shirt, the bouquet throwing almost knocked someone out, and fortunately no relative started a fight - you both drove peacefully, home. No long flights to Honolulu, no rushing for any 5 star hotel reservation. Just a long, deep sleep.

You awake and instantly chuckle. You barely remember that you basically threw your wedding dress on top of the bedroom door last night instead of finding a hanger. Slept with the door open and all, but you were so exhausted you don't remember even washing your teeth. You turn around gingerly and find your newlywed husband, Chris, to be slightly salivating on the pillow. Nose half shoved inside the fluff, hair every which way and his cute ears poking through, his silver earrings still on. He was a sight to behold, and this sight was truly now yours.

You brush a few strands of hair away from his eyes, and as you accidently touch his ear he shudders. You procrastinate for a good five minutes, in which you gently pet his hair, and then lean to kiss him on the forehead before you get out of bed.

"No, don't leave." He calls out to you, his voice raspy and his accent thick. You give into the temptation and lay back down next to him.

"Good morning, my husband." You say, and it's so cheesy it makes you giggle.

"Good morning, my wife." He says with a toothy grin. You just married him, and you have a lifetime ahead of you to admire him and love him, and yet you're impatiently urging to jump on him and smother him in kisses for how adorable he looks. Cuteness agression and all.

You decide you won't be eating Chris alive one kiss at the time, and instead you lay your head on his outstretched arm and allow him to wrap the other one around your back, bringing you one breath away from his chocolate eyes admiring you sleepily.

"So, what will be our first important decision taken as husband and wife?" Chris asks you, and you furrow your brows. Does he mean something like deciding to paint the room green or getting a cactus?

"Deciding what to eat for breakfast?" He chuckles at your answer.

"The most important meal of the day! Yeah I think that's a very big decision to make. And as your husband, to showcase my deep trust in you, I allow you to have complete power over this first decision." He speaks so eloquently, you slap him on the arm and he begins to giggle.

"You're just too lazy to help me think!"

"What? Me? Neveeeerr."

"And I'm guessing you also want me to go get said breakfast if you're letting me decide what we eat." Chris pretends to gasp.

"How did you know? See, we're perfect for each other! You can read my mind." He makes that usual tutting noise as he winks at you and you go from adoring him to wanting to shove a pillow in his face. But most marriages are like this, you imagine.

"Fine, I'll do it. Under one condition."

"Anything my wife desires."

"You have to answer why you chose me. Like, as your wife. Why me and not anyone else?"

"Why not?" Chris answers with a laugh and you're reaching for the pillow and he doesn't even try to dodge.

"No but really, why did you?" You try your hardest to not show that this is a real question for you. Not just a joke to put your husband in a tough spot for fun, but an actual curiosity that makes you insecure. And Chan hates it when you're insecure.

"I chose you as my wife." You squint at him in a feeble attempt to understand his words.

"Yeah .... you did, since we just got.... married... But why me?" Chan laughs and flails his arms, probably realizing his words didn't come out very coherently.

"No, I chose you as my wife the entire time. It just took me a very long time to realize it.

When I needed an opinion on a song, for some reason I chose you instead of, y'know, the people who produce music with me. When Seungmin caught that stomach bug and I needed to get him to the hospital, I chose to call you to come with us. When I needed to have a serious conversation with someone, I'd call you up even if I'd be surrounded by 15 close friends in physical range of me. I used to choose you even if it was irrational, even if I was a burden to you-"

"You were never a burden to me, Chris."

"I hope I wasn't." He laughs awkwardly, almost as if embarrassed. "But anyways... Yeah. In the beginning I thought I was just being silly, but then I started to notice what I was doing. When my parents asked me if I've met anyone new, I chose you to talk about. Literally yapped for hours - you should have seen their faces! They knew I was in love way before I did. And when I was tasked with writing a love song...I chose you to write about. And then the next morning I chose to start sending you good morning messages every day. Then when I pictured Valentine's day... There was no other option other than spending it with you. So I chose to ask you out before Valentine's so when the holiday comes I could spoil you. And then I just... Continued to choose you. Over and over again." He finishes with a smile, in contrast to you who started crying many sentences ago. You thought you were done crying after yesterday's ceremony, but Chris is a man full of surprises.

"You even chose me over your career a few times..." You say as more tears escape you, a feeling of guilt washing over you. Although the fact that he sacrificed the thing he cares the most about in this world for your sake should prove his dedication, it also still makes you feel guilty to think about.

"And I'd do it again." He leans closer, wiping the tears off of your face, then taking your hand in his to lay tiny kisses on it. "So you see how I just... Chose you? From the get go? It's like I knew I could rely on you, trust you, love you eternally. From the day we met. So it's not... Anything you said or something specific. I just chose you. All of you. To be mine. All mine." He pulls you into a tight embrace and you feel the way your body wraps around his by instinct. Like you were molded to blend together. "You're mine." He kisses the side of your forehead and butterflies wreck your tummy. "My wife."

"But you could have chosen anyone else..." You still mutter unsurely, but Chris shushes you and pats your head.

"But I didn't. And I won't." He reassures you, rocking you left and right in a calming motion. He truly wishes he would be better at showing you and telling you just how much he loves you, how much he wants you in his life. He could never blame you for having insecurities about yourself, but at the same time he feels although he's failing as a lover if he lets those those thoughts invade your mind. He truly wishes his love could seep into your bones.

"So you don't just want me for my spicy chicken recipe?" You try to joke, to ease the atmosphere, bringing Chan out of his thoughts.

"I mean ... The spicy chicken is included in the package, right?" He continued the joke, but underneath that pearly smile he gave you, Chan was set on making you the happiest wife on earth. Whatever it took.

Even if that meant some arguments, some bumps down the road, and making you uncomfortable with affection and attention until you allowed him to love you well. That was a part of marriage no one warned you about, something you had to figure out along the way - that sometimes you have to make each other uncomfortable in order to grow. Sometimes you have to push some limits to become happier.

And so many years into the future, after the birth of you first son, you pushed a limit that wouldn't even seem humanly possible to Chris. You somehow convinced him to go on tour and leave you alone to care for your son. He was two seconds away from quitting his job and becoming a convenience store worker upon hearing just how many months he'd have to away from you and your four year old son, who needed very much to be around his dad at that age. But you convinced him, reassured him everything was going to be okay in his absence.

"Dada's out there spreading happiness into the world." You whispered to your son, who was sleeping in the same bed as you ever since Chris left on tour.

"Like a superhero?"

"Exactly like a superhero, baby. To every single city he goes, he makes people so happy he saves their lives."

"Dada's so cool." Instead of being able to calm him down to get him to sleep, it seems your son gained energy from the conversation instead. He was now flailing his tiny limbs around.

"Do you wanna watch Dada perform?" There is a video of Chris you have saved up on your phone, from a solo stage he had during a concert where he sang a lullaby. It was the most children friendly performance you had, plus it matched the melodicity of the songs Chris used to sing to you at night to soothe your pregnancy pains.

Your son always falls asleep listening to his father's voice, almost through magic.

When his breathing evened out, you thought it was finally time you kick back and relax with an episode of your favorite show while enjoying some not-so-recommended late night chocolate. As you headed into the hallway, you spotted Chan leaning on the wall and had to glue a hand over your mouth to not scream and wake up your son.

"Chris, you scared the shi- .... heck outta me! What are you doing here?"

"We have a few days off in between stops and I couldn't just sit in a hotel for three days while I was dying to see you two."

"So you're telling me you spent 10 hours on flight, to stay here for one day and then fly back to god knows where?"

"Exactly." He says, face full of dimples and his eyes sparkle in the dark shadows of the hallway.

"You're insane." You laugh quitely.

"No, I'm... a superhero...? That saves lives...? You gotta let me know what you've been telling him, or else he might be disappointed in me when he finds out I can't fly."

"You don't need to fly to be a superhero."

"Oh yeah? Then care to tell me what makes me a superhero?" He flirts with you, gently pushing your hips into the wall behind you as he leans over you. You keep an eye on the door to make sure your son doesn't wake up and walk in to see how big of a flirt his father is. He'll have decades to cringe over it later.

"Remember when I used to feel bad for all the nice things you used to do for me? All the help and the gifts?"

"Mhm." The limits Chris used to push and how they bothered you - they resulted in a lot of friction early on in the marriage.

"And you told me that I need to allow you to make me happy. And since then... I chose to. Just how you chose me to be your wife... I chose to let you make me happy. I chose to allow you to be my hero. It's tricky, because heroes need sleep too ..." You softly caress his cheeks, and even under the dim atmosphere of the hallway you can see the dark bags under his eyes. "and they can't always save the day... but I swear to God you make the world a better place. You make my world a better place. You're my hero."

Chris leans in to kiss you in the same way he did when you were young and unmarried. It's a kiss that burns you, a kiss that makes you feel like a woman. A kiss that made you want to be married. A kiss that teaches you to breathe underwater.

"You call me a superhero when you're literally managing a house, a job, a kid, a long distance relationship, a social life and yourself all at once. And somehow nothing is on fire and you're not losing you mind even when your good for nothing husband doesn't call or text for days."

"Don't talk about yourself like that!" You slap him on the chest, but unfortunately he's not in a joking mood.

"You're the superhero between the two of us, honey. If there's one thing I've learnt along the years it's... That the reason why I chose you as my wife.. the one you were asking me about all those years ago? Maybe there was actually a reason. That you were always stronger than me."

"Me? You're joking, right?"

"Not at all. You're the hero, I'm just trying to be the wind behind your wings. I'm sorry for missing your calls and not video-calling more often, and just.. being gone in general. I've missed you." You decided to drop the subject since Chris seemed too emotional to be coherent. You weren't mad at him for anything, and he surely was undermining himself by calling you the strong one.

Unfortunately, it's not like you would accept the title of hero and he wouldn't accept it either.

The one thing you didn't realize is that you were both superheroes. But it's okay, since your son was onto you a long time ago. He'll protect your secret, and hopefully, also grow into a superhero himself.

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