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[itsstelladuhh]

Cool Down 🛸࿐໋₊‧ ֹ٠

genre: fluff ; soul x 7th member (gn) cw none wc 414

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The air in the dance studio was thick with heat and exhaustion. Sweat clung to your back, your hair damp and sticking to your forehead. You collapsed onto the cold floor with a dramatic sigh, arms spread out like a starfish, a dull ache blooming in your shoulder.

“This is where I die,” you muttered, voice barely louder than a breath.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Soul continued to pace, not dancing anymore, just drifting back and forth in that quiet, restless way of his. He never really shut off after practice. It was like his body didn’t know how.

Eventually, after a few more slow circles around the room, he wandered over and lowered himself to the ground, curling in front of you. Without a word, he rested his head on your stomach like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Your hand instinctively moved to the damp, blonde strands clinging to his forehead. You brushed them back gently, your fingertips trailing across his skin. He leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“You haven’t had water yet,” you murmured, reaching behind you to grab two bottles. You handed him one without needing to ask.

He took it without a word, twisting the cap off, and taking a long drink. The silence settled back in, not heavy, not uncomfortable. Just… familiar. Peaceful.

It was always like that with Soul.

You tilted your head back onto the floor, eyes slipping shut. “I think my body’s made of jelly now.A soft laugh vibrated against your stomach, quiet and warm. You smiled at the feeling.

“You danced really well today,” you added gently.He didn’t speak, but you felt the slight movement of his nod.

His hand found yours without hesitation, fingers slipping between yours like they belonged there. And they did. They always did.

After a few long, still minutes, he gave your hand the lightest squeeze, almost like a thank you, almost like I’m here. Then he shifted a little closer, curling more into you.

“You okay?” you asked softly, your voice just above a whisper.

He nodded against you.

“Yeah,” he murmured, barely audible. “Now I am.”

And that was all that needed to be said.

The studio was quiet again, the hum of the AC filling the space like a lullaby. Your fingers stayed tangled. His breathing evened out. Your heartbeat slowed.

You didn’t say anything else.

You didn’t have to.

[itsstelladuhh]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🛸── .✦Arcade

genre: fluff ; soul x gn reader cw none wc 921

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It started with a text.

[Soul: arcade at 7 (,,>ヮ<,,)!?]

[You: Ofc! I’ll meet you there!♥️]

When you arrived, he was already waiting, sitting in one of the wire chairs inside the arcade gift shop, hunched over his phone, thumbs tapping a game you didn’t recognize. His platinum blonde hair glowed softly under the fluorescent lights, messy as ever. When he noticed you, he looked up.

And there it was that subtle, sparkly look he always gave you like you were his favorite part of the day.

You grinned, walking up to him and running your hand gently through his hair. His smile widened a little as he stood, and before either of you said a word, his arms slipped around your torso, his head nuzzling into your hand like it belonged there.

“Hi baby,” you murmured, brushing your thumb along his cheek. “You ready to play?”

He didn’t speak, just gave a small, happy sound, nodding into your touch before pulling away to hand you a neat stack of tokens.

Side by side, you wandered into the arcade, shoulders brushing, bodies close in that natural, easy way the two of you always seemed to fall into.

He led you to a two-player shooter game and quietly slid a token into your machine before seating himself beside you. The screen flared to life with neon zombies, chaotic effects, and music far too intense for a plastic gun game.

You screamed when one of the bosses lunged, laughing through your panic. Soul made the occasional noise, but you caught the quiet twitch at the corner of his mouth. He was enjoying this,not the game, but you, the way you laughed too loud and kept aiming in the wrong direction. He let out a soft chuckle when you both finally died at level six.

“We were doing so good…” you sighed, placing the gun down dramatically.

He laughed again,louder than the music this time, and stood. With no hesitation, he held his hand out for you. You took it instantly, letting him pull you to your feet, fingers warm, grip gentle.

Next: the dance game.

The moment you saw it, you both made a beeline for it. “You’re gonna destroy me!” you said between fits of laughter.

Soul spoke up. “I believe in you, N/N.” His smile was big and sincere.

The music started.

You danced like an uncoordinated whirlwind. Soul was only marginally better, and soon enough, you tripped over your own feet and collided into him, nearly knocking you both to the ground. He caught you, hands steady on your arms, and you both erupted into laughter, loud enough to get a few playful glares from nearby players.

Breathless, still grinning, you straightened yourself up. “We’re so bad at this.”

He only nodded, eyes twinkling.

Then came the claw machines.

You wandered over, spotting a slightly lopsided Pikachu plush wedged against the glass wall. You pointed at it. “Do you want it?”

He turned, eyes following your finger,and the light in them sparked immediately, wide and childlike. You didn’t hesitate, already slipping a token into the slot.

First try. Miss

Second try. Closer

Third try. The claw caught it, lifted, swayed… and dropped it perfectly into the prize chute.

You both gasped, grinning like kids. You squealed, reaching down to grab it before turning and gently placing it in his arms.

“For you,” you said with a grin.

He looked down at the plush, then at you, glowing with something soft and full. “Thank you, N/N,” he said, voice laced with affection.

And then, without warning, he wrapped his arms around you again and peppered your face with soft, rapid kisses,cheeks, nose, forehead, everywhere.

You shrieked with laughter, scrunching your nose as you tried to dodge his random affection attack. “Soul!! That tickles!”

He only grinned harder, burying his face into your neck for one final kiss before pulling back, content.

The rest of the night blurred into tokens and colors and laughter, matching keychains, five more plushies somehow won, fingers brushing near the pinball machine, the warm comfort of being beside him.

Eventually, you stepped out into the cool night air, arms full of prizes, cheeks sore from smiling. You walked together in silence, quiet in a way that felt safe and full.

When you reached the spot where you’d part ways, you both stopped.

You turned to him, raising your hand gently to push the hair from his face, letting your palm cup his cheek. He leaned into it instinctively.

“I had a lot of fun,” you whispered, afraid anything louder might break the moment.

He hummed, nodding. His eyes flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes.

You chuckled under your breath and leaned in, slotting your lips softly against his. He kissed you back instantly, head tilting, his hand (the one not holding three plushies) finding your waist and rubbing soft circles without thinking.

It was slow. Sweet. Warm.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, flushed. He rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” you said softly.

His voice barely made it past his lips, but you heard it. “I love you too.”

You gave him one last kiss on the crown of his head before stepping away, still holding his hand until the last possible moment.

When you got into your car, your phone buzzed.

[Soul: Same time next week (｡·  v  ·｡) ?]

You laughed, heart full.

[You: I’d love to (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧]

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After the Show𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

genre: fluff ; keeho x gn reader cw none wc 797

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The boys come off stage one by one, flushed and radiant, still buzzing with the leftover adrenaline. Their hair is damp, clothes clinging slightly from sweat, grins wide with the high of performing.

Before they even have to ask, you’re already there,towels draped over your arm, water bottles cradled in your hands.

“Thank you, N/N!” Soul calls out breathlessly, grabbing a towel and a bottle with both hands. You ruffle his messy blonde hair fondly before wiping your damp hand off on his arm playfully as he flops down onto the couch in the room.

One by one, the rest of the group trails in, gratefully accepting the items There’s the usual clatter of bottles opening,and the sound of exhausted satisfaction as they gulp down every last drop.

Then you feel the last hand brush yours.

You turn, and there he is Keeho, your boyfriend, smiling at you with sweat-slicked hair and eyes that still sparkle under the harsh dressing room lights. He takes the towel and water, unscrews the cap, and downs it in one go like he hasn't had water in years.

You gently brush a damp strand of hair from his face, fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary.

“You did so well today,” you say softly, voice only used for him.

He sets the empty bottle down and steps closer, his towel hanging from one hand, the other coming up to cradle your jaw as he leans in. His lips meet yours,slow, warm, and grounding. The world fades, just for a second, as he kisses you like you’re the only person in the room.

When you finally break apart, breaths mingling, he pulls back slightly and studies you with narrowed eyes.

“Did you… use my chapstick?” he asks suspiciously.

You blink, then grin. “I don’t know… maybe it got mixed up with mine?”

He shakes his head in mock betrayal, lips curving into a smile as he kisses you again shorter this time, but with just as much fondness.

You’re both still lost in each other when the sound of footsteps snaps you back to reality. You pull away instinctively, just in time to see the rest of the boys heading your way.

“You all did amazing, too,” you say quickly, smiling as you greet them.

You ruffle Soul’s hair again and plant a quick kiss to the top of Jongseob’s head, making him scrunch up his nose but lean into it anyway. 

~A few hours later at the dorm~ 

The dorm is dim,lit only by the soft glow of the TV. You and Keeho are tucked into the couch, the rest of the members sprawled around the room like a pile of tired puppies.

Soul is asleep on your lap, curled up and breathing softly. Jongseob sits next to him, dozing with his head against your arm. Theo’s snoring lightly on the floor near your feet, while Jiung and Intak lean against Keeho, both fully knocked out.

The movie’s credits roll, forgotten.

You run your fingers gently through Soul’s hair, resting your head on Keeho’s shoulder. He shifts just enough to press his cheek against your temple.

“I think they’re all asleep,” you whisper.

Keeho hums. “They didn’t even last through the climax..”

You glance around the room. “Should we wake them? This can’t be comfortable…”

Keeho leans down, his lips brushing your ear. “Let them sleep,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of your ear.

You sigh with a smile. “We’re so going to regret this when they wake up stiff and grumpy.”

“We’ll blame it on Theo,” he whispers.

You laugh quietly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. The steady rhythm of his breathing lulls you until your eyes finally close.

~ The next morning ~

The sound of groaning fills the dorm as the boys start to wake up one by one, stiff and sore from sleeping in odd positions.

“My back,” Jiung whines, trying to stretch while half-collapsed against the couch.

“Why didn’t you guys wake us up?” Intak mumbles, rubbing his neck.

You sit up groggily, Soul sliding off your lap with a quiet grunt. “We didn’t want to disturb you,” you explain, eyes still half-lidded. “You all looked so peaceful.”

“Peaceful?! I slept on a shoe,” Theo grumbles.

Keeho stretches and wanders into the kitchen, clearly unbothered. “I told them to let you all sleep” he calls over his shoulder with a yawn.

You follow him with your eyes and smile to yourself as you stretch. Around you, the boys continue to complain and stretch and bump into each other, their morning routine full of sleepy chaos.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes.

“Worth it,” you murmur.

Keeho catches your eye from the kitchen and grins.

Definitely worth it.