让我抱紧你。
01.
moonlight-stained tears;
(exo/girl's day) chanyeol/minah; pg-13
It’s almost 4 in the morning when she wakes from her slumber. Something warm is pressing against her back and a pair of long legs is entangled between her bare ones. She blinks a few times and tries to turn in an attempt to ease the grogginess that’s clouding her brain. A deep, low groan of protest resonates from the person behind her, causing her to jump a little.
“Chanyeol-oppa?”
Chanyeol hums into her hair, his arms bracketing her waist tighter. “Go back to sleep, Minah,” he mumbles.
Minah’s voice is hoarse when she asks, “Where have you been?”
They had a small fight last night; a misunderstanding between them that had Chanyeol raising his voice at her and slamming the door close behind him. She was left dumbfounded, and before she knew it, her eyes were pricked with teardrops. Chanyeol could hear her sobs from behind the door. He heard it all. Truthfully, he never really left.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for yelling, I’m sorry for making you cry, I’m sorry for… everything,” Chanyeol whispers quietly, nuzzling his nose on her nape. When he doesn’t hear a respond from her, he props himself up, hovering above her just a little. “Minah-ya…”
“It’s lonely when you’re not here,” she says. “I’m so helpless; I couldn’t even fall asleep when you’re not beside me. I was scared. I thought you were leaving for good. I thought-”
“Shhh,” he hushes her before pressing his lips on her temple. “I’m here right now, okay? I love you.”
Minah curls herself against him, humming in content. He tucks her head under his chin and kisses the crown. His hand sneaks under the shirt that she’s wearing, fingers dancing and tracing circles on her smooth tummy. He feels her quiver under him and only then he notices that she’s wearing one of his shirts. She looks so small, so frail in his oversized tee. The sight tugs at his heartstrings, and he realizes that he had been so selfish, thinking that he took all the damage himself while in fact, she could have suffered more than he ever did.
Suddenly, she stirs, rolling on her back before turning to look at him. She gazes up, tell-tale moist covering her dark orbs as she leans in and kisses his jaw. Her lithe fingers skitter across his jaw line before gliding to settle behind his neck. Chanyeol takes a deep breath, letting his arm fall on her waist and pulls her closer to him. He brushes her hair from her face before claiming her lips.
The silvery moonlight peeks through the curtains of the room. Chanyeol opens his eyes just a little, drinking in the sight of Minah bathed by the gentle moonlight. His thumb strokes her tear-stained cheeks, brushing away the remnants of her tears and hoping that the touch of the moonlight will dry it off.
At that moment, he promises himself that he will never make her shed a single tear again.
02.
because you are my breath;
(exo/kara) lay/nicole; pg-13
The airport is buzzing with people. The shrill of the planes landing and taking off has become a common white noise. Everything moves faster in an airport; the swarming people, the trolleys, the time. However, time ticks in slow motion for the two youngsters in this particular airport.
“Do you really have to go,” Yixing whispers as his fingers idly tuck a stray strand of dark locks behind the other's ears. His words do not sound like a question. He's not expecting a real answer anyway.
“Yixing,” Nicole sighs, her hands fiddling with the strap of her bag. “You know I have to.”
“Really?” he retorts, eyes boring into hers in such a way that makes her insides melt into a puddle of messy goo.
Nicole pulls him towards an isolated corner and pushes him against the cold wall. Before he can utter another word, he feels her soft lips harshly pressed on his. He sighs, hands reaching up to tangle with her hair. He nibbles at her lower lip, causing her to let out a soft mewl. He swallows every little sound that she produces. He wants to remember it all; each and every one of her tiny gesture that never fails to set his heart on fire. The way her fingers curl on the lapels of his winter coat, the way she tiptoes to meet his lips, the way her hands rest at the crooks between his shoulders and neck like they are meant to fit there. Every move that she makes is endearing to him, she is endearing.
Yixing always feels like his heart is in her hold, beating a little faster every time her eyes crinkle into his favorite half-moon shapes or thrumming a little harder against his chest every time her lips mold perfectly on his, like right now. But then, the fact that she’s leaving him in a few minutes makes his heart sink.
“This is the final boarding call for passengers booked on flight AD8117 to Los Angeles. Please proceed to Gate 3 immediately-”
They both freeze, staring at each other without a word.
“Yixing, I have to go now,” Nicole whispers, but she makes no move to step out of Yixing's embrace, and Yixing doesn't loosen his hold either.
“Really?”
Nicole smiles, but from this close proximity, he sees her eyes brimming up. “Let me go, please,” she says, pleading.
“Just one minute, please,” Yixing mutters, voice quivering. “One minute.”
Yixing buries his face at the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. She smells a little bit like him, a mixture of his cologne and something else that’s distinctly Yixing and Nicole lingering on her like a second skin. They stay like that for a while. That one minute seems like just a few seconds, a few breaths.
“I’ll come back in a few months. We can celebrate our birthdays together then. And you can always come over. LA is not as intimidating as you think, you know,” she says, squeezing his hand lightly.
Yixing nods and smiles, drawing out a dimple in the process. Then, he leans down and kisses her forehead before whispering, “I love you.”
Nicole bites her lower lip, breathing out, “I love you more.” She reluctantly lets go of Yixing’s hands and starts walking towards the security check. She turns to look one last time and Yixing is still standing there, waiting. She knows he will always be.
Five thousand miles away, 13 hours apart and 17 hours of time difference. They can do this. Yixing is certain of it as he stares at the blue sky, long after Nicole’s plane took off.
03.
this day, every day;
(exo/after school) kris/nana; pg-13
♡ dedicated to chanloos, mochkee & torakiss because fanana (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)
“I’m home,” Yifan announces as he toes off his loafers at the entrance. He goes straight to the kitchen after dumping his briefcase on the couch, knowing that his wife will be there preparing dinner. He stands at the doorway, lips already pulled into a smile as he watches Jinah slowly padding around their kitchen. He thinks his wife looks beautiful than ever, her pregnant body making her glow like an angel.
Jinah turns around and startles herself when she sees Yifan grinning at the entrance of their kitchen. She exhales loudly, giving him a pointed look as she pads towards him. Yifan pouts slightly in apology, and she easily gives in, laughing a melodious laugh that he loves so much.
“Welcome home,” she says, pulling him down by his tie to give him a chaste kiss.
“How are you feeling today?” Yifan asks, taking Jinah’s hands in his and kisses at each of her knuckle, causing her to smile widely.
“Wonderful! I think the baby feels the same too. He kicks a lot today,” Jinah replies, glancing down at her bulging abdomen.
“You shouldn’t be walking around so much,” Yifan chides, a frown making its way on his face. She’s already in her third trimester and he worries that she might hurt herself and their baby. He promptly kneels down, his eyes level with her tummy.
Yifan kisses her stomach, making her giggle. One of her hands rests at the side of her body, supporting it before meeting Yifan’s.
“Hey, baby boy,” Yifan whispers. “This is your papa. Why are you so naughty today? Mama said that you were kicking in her tummy all day. Are you that excited to meet us?”
Jinah laughs at the sight of Yifan talking to their unborn baby. It looks silly but she feels warm all over because Yifan looks so sincere and earnest, just like that time when he proposed to her in the small restaurant where they first met. She smiles as Yifan continues chatting with her stomach and occasionally stroking it affectionately.
“A-ah,” Jinah suddenly whimpers, her body bending slightly. Yifan looks up in alarm, panic already attacking his system when he sees Jinah’s face contort a little.
“Jinah. Honey, what’s wrong? Are you in pain? God, should I call the ambulance? What do I do now? Oh, right. Your mom. I have to call your mom and-” Yifan continues to ramble, his hands already fumbling with his phone and keys.
“No, baby, I’m fine,” Jinah assures him as she takes a deep breath. Her lips curl into a fond smile as her hands caress the base of her stomach. “He was kicking again. It was quite forceful. I think he’s just excited that his papa is talking to him.”
Yifan’s shoulders sag with relief. He wraps an arm around her waist and steers her out of the kitchen. He gently settles her on the couch in the living room and fits himself beside her, his hands still holding her protectively.
“I almost got a heart attack,” Yifan finally breathes out. “I can’t let you stay alone at home from now on. Let’s ask your mom to stay with us for a while? I’m sure she’d be glad to help look after you.”
Jinah hums in response. She reaches out, hands cupping Yifan’s face before pulling him close and kissing him softly. Yifan sighs in content and kisses her back, his large hand playing with a strand of her blonde hair.
“What did I do to deserve such a loving husband?” Jinah whispers against his lips.
“You gave me everything, more than I could have asked. I’m thankful for that,” Yifan replies, looking into her eyes. Then, he shifts his gaze towards her round stomach, placing a hand gently on it. “And for this.”
Jinah puts her hand on top of his before guiding it towards the side of her abdomen. She goes quiet for a while before pulling her lips into a small smile.
“Can you feel that? He’s responding to our touches,” Jinah says, bringing Yifan’s palm across the other side of her abdomen. Yifan concentrates, beaming in excitement when he feels little movements pulsating from the inside of Jinah’s stomach.
“Wow,” he gasps. “Jinah, this is amazing.” Yifan doesn’t realize that his eyes are brimming with moisture until Jinah gently swipes a thumb at the corner of his eyes.
“It sometimes tickles when he moves about,” Jinah says, giggling heartily.
Yifan kisses her cheek, grinning widely at her. Then, he places an ear on her tummy, listening to their baby’s pulse.
“Mama and papa can’t wait to see you,” he whispers. “Please come out healthy so that you can grow into a handsome boy like your papa.” Jinah snorts at this, causing Yifan to laugh. “Ah, right. You should become smart too, like your mama. God, I love you two so much.”
Jinah laughs. She wants to treasure this moment forever. She can’t wait to welcome the third member of the house, completing their small family. She wants their house to become more like home, decorated with laughter and cries of a baby. She wants to show their child how beautiful the world is.
With Yifan by her side, she thinks everything is possible.
- i'm doing my best to start writing again ehehehe ////u\\\
moonlight-stained tears;
(exo/girl's day) chanyeol/minah; pg-13
It’s almost 4 in the morning when she wakes from her slumber. Something warm is pressing against her back and a pair of long legs is entangled between her bare ones. She blinks a few times and tries to turn in an attempt to ease the grogginess that’s clouding her brain. A deep, low groan of protest resonates from the person behind her, causing her to jump a little.
“Chanyeol-oppa?”
Chanyeol hums into her hair, his arms bracketing her waist tighter. “Go back to sleep, Minah,” he mumbles.
Minah’s voice is hoarse when she asks, “Where have you been?”
They had a small fight last night; a misunderstanding between them that had Chanyeol raising his voice at her and slamming the door close behind him. She was left dumbfounded, and before she knew it, her eyes were pricked with teardrops. Chanyeol could hear her sobs from behind the door. He heard it all. Truthfully, he never really left.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for yelling, I’m sorry for making you cry, I’m sorry for… everything,” Chanyeol whispers quietly, nuzzling his nose on her nape. When he doesn’t hear a respond from her, he props himself up, hovering above her just a little. “Minah-ya…”
“It’s lonely when you’re not here,” she says. “I’m so helpless; I couldn’t even fall asleep when you’re not beside me. I was scared. I thought you were leaving for good. I thought-”
“Shhh,” he hushes her before pressing his lips on her temple. “I’m here right now, okay? I love you.”
Minah curls herself against him, humming in content. He tucks her head under his chin and kisses the crown. His hand sneaks under the shirt that she’s wearing, fingers dancing and tracing circles on her smooth tummy. He feels her quiver under him and only then he notices that she’s wearing one of his shirts. She looks so small, so frail in his oversized tee. The sight tugs at his heartstrings, and he realizes that he had been so selfish, thinking that he took all the damage himself while in fact, she could have suffered more than he ever did.
Suddenly, she stirs, rolling on her back before turning to look at him. She gazes up, tell-tale moist covering her dark orbs as she leans in and kisses his jaw. Her lithe fingers skitter across his jaw line before gliding to settle behind his neck. Chanyeol takes a deep breath, letting his arm fall on her waist and pulls her closer to him. He brushes her hair from her face before claiming her lips.
The silvery moonlight peeks through the curtains of the room. Chanyeol opens his eyes just a little, drinking in the sight of Minah bathed by the gentle moonlight. His thumb strokes her tear-stained cheeks, brushing away the remnants of her tears and hoping that the touch of the moonlight will dry it off.
At that moment, he promises himself that he will never make her shed a single tear again.
02.
because you are my breath;
(exo/kara) lay/nicole; pg-13
The airport is buzzing with people. The shrill of the planes landing and taking off has become a common white noise. Everything moves faster in an airport; the swarming people, the trolleys, the time. However, time ticks in slow motion for the two youngsters in this particular airport.
“Do you really have to go,” Yixing whispers as his fingers idly tuck a stray strand of dark locks behind the other's ears. His words do not sound like a question. He's not expecting a real answer anyway.
“Yixing,” Nicole sighs, her hands fiddling with the strap of her bag. “You know I have to.”
“Really?” he retorts, eyes boring into hers in such a way that makes her insides melt into a puddle of messy goo.
Nicole pulls him towards an isolated corner and pushes him against the cold wall. Before he can utter another word, he feels her soft lips harshly pressed on his. He sighs, hands reaching up to tangle with her hair. He nibbles at her lower lip, causing her to let out a soft mewl. He swallows every little sound that she produces. He wants to remember it all; each and every one of her tiny gesture that never fails to set his heart on fire. The way her fingers curl on the lapels of his winter coat, the way she tiptoes to meet his lips, the way her hands rest at the crooks between his shoulders and neck like they are meant to fit there. Every move that she makes is endearing to him, she is endearing.
Yixing always feels like his heart is in her hold, beating a little faster every time her eyes crinkle into his favorite half-moon shapes or thrumming a little harder against his chest every time her lips mold perfectly on his, like right now. But then, the fact that she’s leaving him in a few minutes makes his heart sink.
“This is the final boarding call for passengers booked on flight AD8117 to Los Angeles. Please proceed to Gate 3 immediately-”
They both freeze, staring at each other without a word.
“Yixing, I have to go now,” Nicole whispers, but she makes no move to step out of Yixing's embrace, and Yixing doesn't loosen his hold either.
“Really?”
Nicole smiles, but from this close proximity, he sees her eyes brimming up. “Let me go, please,” she says, pleading.
“Just one minute, please,” Yixing mutters, voice quivering. “One minute.”
Yixing buries his face at the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. She smells a little bit like him, a mixture of his cologne and something else that’s distinctly Yixing and Nicole lingering on her like a second skin. They stay like that for a while. That one minute seems like just a few seconds, a few breaths.
“I’ll come back in a few months. We can celebrate our birthdays together then. And you can always come over. LA is not as intimidating as you think, you know,” she says, squeezing his hand lightly.
Yixing nods and smiles, drawing out a dimple in the process. Then, he leans down and kisses her forehead before whispering, “I love you.”
Nicole bites her lower lip, breathing out, “I love you more.” She reluctantly lets go of Yixing’s hands and starts walking towards the security check. She turns to look one last time and Yixing is still standing there, waiting. She knows he will always be.
Five thousand miles away, 13 hours apart and 17 hours of time difference. They can do this. Yixing is certain of it as he stares at the blue sky, long after Nicole’s plane took off.
03.
this day, every day;
(exo/after school) kris/nana; pg-13
♡ dedicated to chanloos, mochkee & torakiss because fanana (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)
“I’m home,” Yifan announces as he toes off his loafers at the entrance. He goes straight to the kitchen after dumping his briefcase on the couch, knowing that his wife will be there preparing dinner. He stands at the doorway, lips already pulled into a smile as he watches Jinah slowly padding around their kitchen. He thinks his wife looks beautiful than ever, her pregnant body making her glow like an angel.
Jinah turns around and startles herself when she sees Yifan grinning at the entrance of their kitchen. She exhales loudly, giving him a pointed look as she pads towards him. Yifan pouts slightly in apology, and she easily gives in, laughing a melodious laugh that he loves so much.
“Welcome home,” she says, pulling him down by his tie to give him a chaste kiss.
“How are you feeling today?” Yifan asks, taking Jinah’s hands in his and kisses at each of her knuckle, causing her to smile widely.
“Wonderful! I think the baby feels the same too. He kicks a lot today,” Jinah replies, glancing down at her bulging abdomen.
“You shouldn’t be walking around so much,” Yifan chides, a frown making its way on his face. She’s already in her third trimester and he worries that she might hurt herself and their baby. He promptly kneels down, his eyes level with her tummy.
Yifan kisses her stomach, making her giggle. One of her hands rests at the side of her body, supporting it before meeting Yifan’s.
“Hey, baby boy,” Yifan whispers. “This is your papa. Why are you so naughty today? Mama said that you were kicking in her tummy all day. Are you that excited to meet us?”
Jinah laughs at the sight of Yifan talking to their unborn baby. It looks silly but she feels warm all over because Yifan looks so sincere and earnest, just like that time when he proposed to her in the small restaurant where they first met. She smiles as Yifan continues chatting with her stomach and occasionally stroking it affectionately.
“A-ah,” Jinah suddenly whimpers, her body bending slightly. Yifan looks up in alarm, panic already attacking his system when he sees Jinah’s face contort a little.
“Jinah. Honey, what’s wrong? Are you in pain? God, should I call the ambulance? What do I do now? Oh, right. Your mom. I have to call your mom and-” Yifan continues to ramble, his hands already fumbling with his phone and keys.
“No, baby, I’m fine,” Jinah assures him as she takes a deep breath. Her lips curl into a fond smile as her hands caress the base of her stomach. “He was kicking again. It was quite forceful. I think he’s just excited that his papa is talking to him.”
Yifan’s shoulders sag with relief. He wraps an arm around her waist and steers her out of the kitchen. He gently settles her on the couch in the living room and fits himself beside her, his hands still holding her protectively.
“I almost got a heart attack,” Yifan finally breathes out. “I can’t let you stay alone at home from now on. Let’s ask your mom to stay with us for a while? I’m sure she’d be glad to help look after you.”
Jinah hums in response. She reaches out, hands cupping Yifan’s face before pulling him close and kissing him softly. Yifan sighs in content and kisses her back, his large hand playing with a strand of her blonde hair.
“What did I do to deserve such a loving husband?” Jinah whispers against his lips.
“You gave me everything, more than I could have asked. I’m thankful for that,” Yifan replies, looking into her eyes. Then, he shifts his gaze towards her round stomach, placing a hand gently on it. “And for this.”
Jinah puts her hand on top of his before guiding it towards the side of her abdomen. She goes quiet for a while before pulling her lips into a small smile.
“Can you feel that? He’s responding to our touches,” Jinah says, bringing Yifan’s palm across the other side of her abdomen. Yifan concentrates, beaming in excitement when he feels little movements pulsating from the inside of Jinah’s stomach.
“Wow,” he gasps. “Jinah, this is amazing.” Yifan doesn’t realize that his eyes are brimming with moisture until Jinah gently swipes a thumb at the corner of his eyes.
“It sometimes tickles when he moves about,” Jinah says, giggling heartily.
Yifan kisses her cheek, grinning widely at her. Then, he places an ear on her tummy, listening to their baby’s pulse.
“Mama and papa can’t wait to see you,” he whispers. “Please come out healthy so that you can grow into a handsome boy like your papa.” Jinah snorts at this, causing Yifan to laugh. “Ah, right. You should become smart too, like your mama. God, I love you two so much.”
Jinah laughs. She wants to treasure this moment forever. She can’t wait to welcome the third member of the house, completing their small family. She wants their house to become more like home, decorated with laughter and cries of a baby. She wants to show their child how beautiful the world is.
With Yifan by her side, she thinks everything is possible.
- i'm doing my best to start writing again ehehehe ////u\\\