I fear the bonus chapters are coming to an end soon. I don't have much else I want to do, minus my ending chapter. So if you have any final requests, this is where to leave them. Otherwise the next one will probably be the last one.
When in doubt...delete everything. And have it be just my favorite boys.
Current jams: Verivery's G.B.T.B and Stray Kids' Easy
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Junmyeon's POV
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"Baby." I glanced up to a sing song voice, only for Yixing to peck my lips oh so gently. He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. I just shook my head, but closed the lid of the laptop and dutifully followed behind him down to the main dining hall. Now that I had stopped to think about it, I felt starved. "Glad to see you're easier to get," he lightly joked, settling himself somewhere in the middle of the table. I took a seat beside him, wanting to be near him.
"What's the meaning of this anyway?" I finally asked, watching as Wonsik ran around us, preparing our small section of table. Yixing watched as well, following along with his eyes and frowning thoughtfully. "Xing?" I snapped my fingers under his nose, and it pulled him from his thoughts. His gaze landed on me. "What's going on?" I questioned.
"Nothing," he hummed, his eyes disappearing as he smiled at me. "Just wanted to have dinner with my baby." As with every corny line he directed my way, I could feel my insides warming. He was too sweet to me sometimes. And it was a very nice set up tonight, with a small, fancy tablecloth covering our tiny portion of table. He'd lit a couple candles. Brought out the fancy wine glasses. "Wonsik cooks the best," he continued, picking his glass up and swirling the red liquid inside around. "Kyungsoo and Wonsik both I mean." He took a sip, smacking his lips together appreciatively.
"What are you planning?" I tried again. But all Yixing did was smile softly, lean over, and kiss me. He tasted of red wine and strawberries and Yixing. "Though seriously you never plan stuff like this. Especially on a Thursday." That much was true. Between the two of us, I was more prone to showing affection this way. Yixing was more the "let's watch the sunset together with your head on my shoulder" kind of guy. Not that I disliked that about him at all. It just felt strange to have him plan out something like this.
"Can't I want to do something nice for you?" he asked, lips drooping into a pout. "You always do sweet things for me like this. Why can't I just want to return the favor?" Aww man. He couldn't do things like that to me. I was weak. Finally I just smiled, reaching out and capturing his fingers in mine, resting them on the table between us.
"Thank you," I said, watching as he positively beamed at the praise. "Have I mentioned lately that I love you?" He shook his head, raising his glass to his lips and taking a long draft. I studied him, pillowing my chin in my palms as Wonsik and Kyungsoo danced around us, setting the table. Not that he didn't always look good, because he did, but it was moments like this in which I loved him best. A random Thursday dinner dressed only semi casually, longish hair glowing under the florescent lights. My boyfriend was truly a gift, and as long as the fates allowed me, I would spend every waking moment treasuring that.
We ate in realtive silence, the only sounds coming from our forks scraping the plates and a video playing lowly from Yixing's phone. Our lives were hectic sometimes, so days like this were becoming few and far between. But I loved it when we did it. It made it special. It made me feel loved. It reminded me why I loved this man so much in the first place. All those big, grandiose moments certainly were nice. But my favorite were these quiet, little ones, where the whole world seemed to fade away and it was just the two of us, so lost in love it sometimes felt like I was drunk on it.
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Royal Temptations
Storie d'amoreJunmyeon thought he knew exactly how his life would play out. At sixteen he was being groomed to take the throne from his father in the future. He was meeting other young royalty in hopes of finding his companion in life. That was, of course, before...
