konowhore

[konowhore]

nerdy bf!fuma nsfw headcanons !!

disclaimer : nsfw mini scenarios, +18 only, dom!fuma & sub!fuma

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎnerdy bf!dom!fuma who makes you ride his pokemon plushies to please yourself while he plays his silly little pokemon games and makes you beg for him to fuck you

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎnerdy bf!fuma who cannot stop watching his favorite anime while you suck him off and even after his cum is coating your throat he doesn't pull out until the chapter is over

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎnerdy bf!dom!fuma who fucks you while he watches you play pokemon and gives you directions on how to battle the pokemon gym leaders since you can barely think straight, he doesn't stop fucking you until you clear the gym, doesn't matter how many attempts it takes or how overstimulated you are or how many times you have already come, he loves having you drip all over him

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎnerdy bf!dom!fuma who makes you suck him off while he lays down playing games

"come here and let me fuck your pretty little face while i play this game" he says while laying down in his bed, not even batting an eye at you

"if you do a good job and ask nicely i might fuck more than your pretty mouth once i'm done playing"

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎnerdy bf!fuma who loves to role play and dress you up as his favorite characters, fucking you still fully clothed to admire you all dolled up for him

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎnerdy bf!sub!fuma who knows he has to please you first to be able to play his games

there he was, after hours of overstimulation, on his knees, hands tied behind his back, eating you out while you sat on the edge of his desk, he knew this was the last moment before being able to play his games so he eats you out with such care but hungrily, his tongue fucking your pretty tight hole, his eyes looking straight at yours as he knows when you are close and as you come all over his mouth he just waits for you to give him permission to go play

[konowhore]

NO MAKEUP ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

night routines with jo ⊹♡

idol.jo x f!reader

genre. fluff +reader wears makeup

wc. 0.5k

a/n. happy jaehee day (˶ > ₃ < ˶)♡ i had so much fun writing this LOLLL needed to write so its just something small

» it was late, both you and jo just got home from your respective jobs and were completely drained from the day's work. 

» before showering, you had to properly take off your makeup but you were so tired, and jo being the man he is, he takes it off for you. 

» once you and jo are both showered, you have to do your skincare. except jo wants to sleep SO BAD and he starts getting whiny. #YUPPP we’re getting a lil self-indulgent 

» and as much as you want to sleep too, you can’t skip doing your skincare and you remind jo that he’s an idol and has to keep his skin clear. 

» when he finally stops complaining about how sleepy he is, he’s lazily putting on serums and creams onto his face, going as fast as he possibly can. 

more under the cut!

» you’re on your third step? he’s already done with his whole routine. 

» “baby, can you hurry up a bit…” he says in a low voice. “i wanna go to sleep.” he’s DYING to sleep, but you can’t blame the guy. his schedule has been packed, especially with the group’s upcoming comeback. 

» despite his yearning for you, you had to put your skincare first. plus, he could go to sleep without you. 

» “go to sleep without me, jojo.” you turned around in your chair to be faced with your boyfriend sitting on the bed, eyes sad and all. 

» and even though he tried – keyword tried – to go to sleep, you could tell he was still awake, even if you didn’t turn around. 

» at last, you finished getting ready to go to sleep. in reality, it hadn’t taken you very long, maybe just ten minutes, but jo had acted as if it took you ten years. 

» the second you got into bed, he pulled you to him, hugging you tightly. 

» “you took so long” he mumbled into your ear, his voice incoherent from his exhaustion, “you know i can’t fall asleep unless you’re with me.” 

» “yes you can, jo.” you said while rolling your eyes. “how have you fallen asleep while on tour?” 

» obviously what he was saying was just something cute, but sometimes it felt like he took it seriously with how much he pushed the agenda of him going to your place or you going to the dorms at night. 

» “i fall asleep with you on call, i’m basically with you.” 

» however, no matter what argument he gave, you wouldn’t hear any of it. literally. 

» you fell asleep within a matter of seconds, leaving jo alone with his thoughts. from the moment you hit the bed, you knew it’d be a deep sleep. 

» “seriously?” he sighed in disbelief of how you slept before he could even close his eyes for more than ten seconds. 

» and he’d never tell it to you, but he gets upset when you don’t say “i love you” to him before you fall asleep. and tonight was one of those nights. 

» before he went to sleep himself, he gave you a soft kiss on your cheek and bidding you a small “goodnight” 

» nights with jo are so much more comfortable than when you’re on your own ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

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୨୧ 一 &TEAM REACTING TO YOU TRYING TO SET THEM UP BUT THEY LIKE YOU . . !

&team ot9 — GENRE : imagines headcanon fluff — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : none — REQUESTED : yes. ☆ — &t masterlist

K :

You were certain K would appreciate the effort. After all, he was the type of person who was thoughtful, kind, and definitely deserving of someone who could match his energy. So naturally, you decided to play matchmaker.

“K, what do you think about Hana? She’s super sweet, loves dogs, and she’s into fitness too! You two would totally hit it off.”

K’s smile froze. He was in the middle of sipping his drink when your words hit him like a ton of bricks. Lowering his glass, he looked at you carefully, as if trying to figure out whether you were joking or truly oblivious. “Hana?” he repeated, his tone neutral, though the slight furrow in his brow gave him away.

“Yeah! I mean, you two would look great together. And she’s always talking about how cool she thinks you are,” you added, completely missing the slight tension in his posture.

K leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “She thinks I’m cool?” he asked, though his voice lacked any real enthusiasm.

“Totally! I mean, who wouldn’t? You’re K,” you said with a grin, oblivious to the way he sighed under his breath.

For a moment, he stayed silent, tapping his fingers lightly against his arm. Then he gave you a small, pointed look. “You know,” he said, his voice calm but carrying an edge, “if I wanted someone’s attention, I’d rather it be someone I actually care about.”

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense,” you replied, nodding. “Which is why Hana would be perfect. She—”

“Not Hana,” K interrupted, his gaze steady on yours now. His tone wasn’t harsh, but it was firm enough to stop you mid-sentence.

You blinked. “Then…who?”

K let out a soft laugh, though there wasn’t much humor in it. “You’re so dense sometimes, you know that?” He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “The person I care about? The one I’d want to be with? It’s you.”

Your eyes widened as the realization sank in. “Me?” you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

K’s expression softened as he nodded. “You. And honestly, it’s kind of frustrating that you’d try to set me up with someone else when I’ve been giving you hints this whole time.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The pieces clicked together in your mind, the lingering glances, the way he always made time for you, the subtle comments he’d made that you’d brushed off. How had you missed it?

K shook his head, smiling faintly. “I like you, okay? A lot. So, if you’re done trying to set me up with other people…”

He trailed off, waiting for your response. You felt your cheeks heat up as you met his gaze. “I—I didn’t realize,” you admitted, your voice soft.

“Well, now you do,” he said, his smile growing a little brighter. “So, what do you say? Want to stop playing matchmaker and let me take you on a real date instead?”

Your heart raced, but you managed to nod, a shy smile spreading across your face. “I’d like that,” you said quietly.

“Good,” K replied, standing up and offering you his hand. “Because there’s no one else I’d rather be with.”

FUMA :

You had no idea why Fuma had been so quiet lately. Usually, he was the one teasing you or making witty comments, but now, he seemed unusually reserved. It all started when you brought up a topic you thought he’d be excited about, setting him up with someone.

“Fuma, you know who I think would be great for you?” you asked casually as you both sat on a park bench, watching people pass by.

Fuma raised an eyebrow, glancing over at you. “Who?” he asked, his tone calm but guarded.

“Hitomi from work! She’s sweet, always smiling, and I think you’d get along so well. She even mentioned she thought you were cool when I showed her that photo of us at the beach!”

His head tilted slightly, and his lips pressed into a thin line. “You showed her a photo of us?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

“Yeah, why not?” you said, smiling, completely oblivious to his sudden shift in mood. “You looked great in it, and she noticed!”

Fuma let out a dry laugh, leaning back against the bench and staring up at the sky. “Right. And what made you think I’d be interested?”

“Well,” you began, slightly caught off guard by his reaction, “she’s cute, smart, and super nice. I mean, who wouldn’t be interested?”

Fuma turned his head, looking at you with an unreadable expression. “Me,” he said simply.

You blinked at him, confused. “What do you mean? She’s—”

“Not who I’m interested in,” he interrupted, his voice firmer now.

“Oh,” you said, pausing for a moment. “Then who are you interested in? Do I know them?”

The look Fuma gave you could only be described as a mix of disbelief and frustration. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a soft sigh. “You’re really going to make me spell it out, huh?”

“Spell what out?” you asked, still clueless.

Fuma sat up straight, turning fully to face you now. “You. I like you, okay?”

The words hit you like a truck, and your eyes widened as you processed what he’d just said. “Wait—what?”

“I like you,” he repeated, more softly this time. “Not Hitomi, not anyone else. You. And the fact that you’ve been trying to set me up with someone else is… honestly kind of driving me insane.”

Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to form a response, but nothing came out at first. Finally, you managed to say, “I—I didn’t realize.”

Fuma chuckled, though it lacked his usual playfulness. “Yeah, I figured. But I thought maybe, just maybe, you’d pick up on it eventually.”

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I guess I’ve been a little dense.”

“A little?” he teased, a faint smirk finally appearing on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, though your heart was still racing. “Okay, a lot. But… I like you too,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Fuma’s smirk softened into a genuine smile. “Good,” he said, leaning back again, this time more relaxed. “Because now I don’t have to pretend to care about being set up with someone else.”

You laughed nervously, the tension between you easing as his usual teasing tone returned. “I guess I owe Hitomi an explanation,” you joked.

“Or,” Fuma said, shrugging casually, “we could just not bring her into this at all and go get something to eat instead.”

You smiled, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. “I think I like that plan better.”

“Good choice,” Fuma said, standing up and offering you his hand. “Come on, let’s go. First date’s on me.”

NICHOLAS :

You had been rambling for at least ten minutes about a friend of yours who you thought would be a perfect match for Nicholas. He listened quietly at first, nodding here and there, but the longer you talked, the more his jaw tensed and his usually calm eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite place.

“I’m serious, Nicholas,” you said enthusiastically. “She’s so sweet and thoughtful, and she loves photography too! I feel like you’d really hit it off with her. You want me to set something up?”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, finally putting his phone down and crossing his arms. “Do you always try to play matchmaker, or is this a new hobby?” he asked, his tone dry.

You laughed, thinking he was joking. “No, just when it’s obvious two people would be great together. She even said she thinks you’re cute! I mean, what do you have to lose?”

Nicholas’s lips pressed into a thin line, and he leaned back in his chair, looking away from you for a moment. “What if I’m not interested?”

You blinked, confused. “Why wouldn’t you be? She’s literally everything you’ve mentioned liking in a girl.”

“Because,” he said slowly, meeting your eyes, “I’m interested in someone else.”

“Oh,” you said, startled. “You never told me that. Who is it? Do I know them?”

Nicholas stared at you, his expression completely unreadable now. He tilted his head slightly, as if debating how much more obvious he could possibly make it. “Yeah,” he said finally, his voice a little softer. “You do.”

You frowned, still not catching on. “Really? Who? Just tell me—I can totally help you!”

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “You don’t need to help me. I’ve already been spending time with them. A lot of time, actually.”

It took you a moment to process his words, but when the realization hit, your eyes widened. “Wait… me?”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, smirking faintly. “Took you long enough.”

“I—” you stammered, completely thrown off. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because I thought it was obvious,” he said simply, his tone calm but teasing. “I’ve been dropping hints for months. But apparently, you were too busy trying to set me up with someone else to notice.”

Your face heated up as you covered it with your hands. “I’m such an idiot,” you mumbled.

Nicholas chuckled, reaching over to gently pull your hands away from your face. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll forgive you… as long as you stop trying to set me up with other people.”

You peeked at him through your fingers, your heart racing. “Deal,” you said softly.

“Good,” he said, leaning back with a satisfied smile. “Because now I don’t have to sit through another awkward matchmaking pitch. And maybe,” he added, smirking again, “you’ll finally start paying attention to me.”

You laughed nervously, still feeling the heat in your cheeks. “I’ll definitely pay attention now.”

“Good,” Nicholas said, his tone softer this time. “Because I really like you, and I’d rather spend my time convincing you to like me back than anyone else.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you smiled. “I already do,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Nicholas’s eyes softened, and he leaned forward slightly. “Well, that’s good to know,” he said, his smirk returning. “Because you’re stuck with me now.”

EJ :

You were absolutely convinced you had found the perfect match for EJ. As his friend, you just wanted to see him happy, and your latest idea was to introduce him to a coworker you thought would be amazing for him.

“You’d like her, EJ,” you said brightly, scrolling through your phone to find a picture. “She’s really sweet, loves music, and she’s always smiling. She’d totally match your vibe.”

EJ’s smile faltered slightly as he watched you excitedly talk. “She sounds… nice,” he said cautiously.

“She is! Oh, and she loves Legos too!” you added, trying to sweeten the deal. “I told her a little about you, and she seemed super interested. What do you think? Should I set you two up?”

EJ blinked at you, his face carefully neutral. “Uh… I’m not sure about that,” he said slowly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“What do you mean? You two are a great match! You’re both thoughtful, creative, and she’s super easy to talk to. It’s a no-brainer!”

EJ’s lips pressed into a thin line, and he let out a soft sigh. “What if I’m not looking for a match?”

You tilted your head, confused. “Why wouldn’t you be? You’re such a catch, EJ. Seriously, anyone would be lucky to have you.”

He laughed softly, though it lacked his usual warmth. “Thanks, but… I already like someone.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, really? Since when? Why didn’t you tell me?”

EJ hesitated, glancing away before meeting your gaze again. “Because I didn’t know how to say it,” he admitted. “And I didn’t think you’d… get it.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, completely clueless. “I’m great at stuff like this! I could totally help you.”

EJ looked at you, his expression a mix of amusement and frustration. “I don’t think I need help.”

You frowned. “Of course you do! Who is it? I’ll totally talk to them for you.”

His jaw tightened slightly, and he shook his head with a small laugh. “You’re really not getting it, are you?”

You blinked, confused. “Getting what?”

“It’s you,” EJ said simply, his voice soft but firm.

Your heart stopped for a moment as his words sank in. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” he said, smiling faintly. “You’re the person I like. And while I appreciate your matchmaking skills… I’d rather you didn’t try to set me up with anyone else.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you stared at him, stunned. “Oh my god,” you muttered. “I didn’t realize—”

EJ chuckled, cutting you off. “Yeah, I noticed.”

You buried your face in your hands, groaning. “I’m so dense.”

EJ gently tugged your hands away from your face, his smile soft and reassuring. “It’s okay. I kind of figured you’d take a while to figure it out. That’s just… you.”

You bit your lip, feeling a little shy under his gaze. “So… what now?”

“Now,” EJ said, his tone light, “we stop talking about your coworker and start talking about us.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even as your cheeks burned. “Okay,” you said softly.

His smile widened, and he looked at you with so much warmth that your heart felt like it might burst. “Finally,” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

YUMA :

You were practically bouncing with excitement when you brought up your latest idea to Yuma. “Okay, so hear me out! I have this friend who’s perfect for you,” you started, leaning forward with a grin. “She’s super stylish, loves dancing, and has a great sense of humor. You’d totally get along.”

Yuma raised an eyebrow, setting down the drink he’d been holding. “Oh? Perfect for me, huh?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp as they flickered toward you.

“Yeah! She’s great,” you continued, oblivious to his growing tension. “I mean, she’s confident, super sweet, and honestly, I think you’d really click.”

Yuma tilted his head, his lips twitching as though he was holding back a sigh. “Hmm,” he hummed noncommittally, his gaze fixed on you.

“I already told her a bit about you, and she’s really interested,” you added, smiling brightly. “I could set something up, you know, like a casual meeting? What do you think?”

Yuma leaned back, crossing his arms. “What do I think?” he echoed, his tone just slightly amused. “I think maybe you’ve got it all wrong.”

You blinked, confused. “What do you mean? She’s perfect for you.”

His expression shifted, a mix of exasperation and something softer as he sighed. “Maybe I’m not looking for someone like her.”

You frowned. “What? But why not? She’s amazing.”

Yuma leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he stared at you, his gaze piercing. “Maybe I already have someone I like,” he said casually, though his voice carried a hint of irritation.

“Wait, really?” you asked, surprised. “Since when? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Yuma’s lips twitched, and a small laugh escaped him. “Maybe because you’re too busy trying to play matchmaker to notice.”

“Who is it?” you asked, feeling a mix of curiosity and guilt. “I can totally help!”

Yuma shook his head, a soft, disbelieving laugh escaping him. “Oh, you’re unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath.

“What? What did I say?” you pressed, still completely clueless.

Yuma stood up from his seat, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked down at you with a teasing smirk. “It’s you, dummy,” he said simply, his tone light but firm.

Your mouth fell open, and you stared at him in shock. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” Yuma replied, his smirk softening into a fond smile. “You’ve been so busy trying to set me up with other people, but all I’ve wanted this whole time was you.”

Your cheeks burned, and you scrambled for words. “Oh… oh my god. I didn’t realize—”

“Yeah, I figured,” Yuma cut in, his voice laced with amusement.

You buried your face in your hands, groaning. “I’m the worst, aren’t I?”

Yuma chuckled, gently tugging your hands away from your face. “Nah,” he said softly. “You’re just… you.”

You glanced up at him, still feeling flustered. “So… what now?”

“Now,” he said, leaning down slightly so his face was closer to yours, “you stop trying to set me up with other people and maybe let me take you out instead.”

A small, shy smile spread across your face. “Okay,” you murmured.

JO :

You were practically glowing with excitement when you approached Jo one afternoon, an idea brewing in your mind. “Jo, listen to me,” you began, clutching your phone. “I have the perfect person for you.”

Jo blinked at you, his usual soft demeanor not betraying much, though you noticed the slight furrow of his brows. “For me?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Yes! My friend is absolutely amazing,” you continued, your enthusiasm unrelenting. “They’re so sweet, love animals just like you, and I swear they’d totally vibe with your calm personality.”

Jo stayed quiet, his gaze dropping to his hands. He fidgeted slightly, the telltale sign that something was on his mind. “You really think we’d… get along?” he asked after a moment, his voice quieter than usual.

“Totally! I was actually thinking we could all hang out together sometime. You know, break the ice and see how things go,” you said with a grin, oblivious to the subtle tension in his expression.

Jo looked at you, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I don’t know,” he murmured.

“What do you mean? You’d be great together!” you encouraged, leaning closer as if to convince him with your excitement alone.

He hesitated, his fingers curling into his sleeves. “It’s just… I don’t think I’m interested,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your excitement faltered, confusion flickering across your face. “Why not? She’s so nice!”

Jo’s eyes darted to you briefly before he looked away, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. “Because… I already like someone else,” he said quietly, his words barely audible.

Your mouth fell open. “Wait, you do? Since when? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jo’s gaze dropped, and he shrugged, his face growing redder by the second. “You never asked,” he mumbled, clearly uncomfortable with where the conversation was heading.

“Who is it?” you asked, leaning forward eagerly. “I mean, I won’t push you or anything, but… who?”

Jo’s lips parted, and for a brief moment, he looked like he might say it. But instead, he let out a small sigh and said, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters!” you insisted, determined to support him.

Jo’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for the first time, there was a trace of frustration in his soft expression. “It matters, but you don’t see it,” he said, his voice carrying an unfamiliar firmness.

You froze, your excitement fading into confusion. “What… what do you mean?”

He took a deep breath, his hands gripping the edge of the table. “I mean it’s you,” he said softly, his voice trembling just slightly.

Your eyes widened, and your heart skipped a beat. “Me?”

Jo nodded, his gaze falling back to his lap. “Yeah. I’ve liked you for a while now,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “But you’re always trying to set me up with someone else, so I thought… maybe you didn’t feel the same.”

Your mind reeled as his words sank in. You stared at him, speechless, for a few moments before finally managing to say, “Jo… I had no idea.”

He offered you a small, tentative smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s okay,” he said quietly. “I didn’t really expect you to.”

You reached out, placing your hand gently over his. “No, it’s not okay. I was so busy trying to play matchmaker that I didn’t even think… I mean, Jo, I really like you too.”

His head shot up, his eyes wide with surprise. “You do?”

You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Yeah. I just… I never thought you’d feel the same.”

For the first time that day, Jo’s face broke into a genuine smile, soft and shy. “I guess we’re both pretty clueless, huh?”

You laughed, squeezing his hand. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Jo looked at you, his eyes filled with relief and quiet joy. “So… no more setting me up with your friends?” he teased lightly, his smile growing just a little.

You grinned, leaning closer. “No more. I promise.”

“Good,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Because I only want to be with you.”

HARUA :

“Harua, you’re going to love this,” you said excitedly, plopping down next to him with your phone in hand.

Harua glanced up from the book he was reading, his expression calm but curious. “What is it?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“I’ve been thinking,” you started, completely oblivious to how his posture stiffened. “I know someone who’d be perfect for you.”

He blinked, processing your words. “Perfect for me?” he repeated slowly, his voice neutral but slightly softer than usual.

“Yes!” you exclaimed. “They’re so sweet, super easy to talk to, and honestly, I think you two would really hit it off.”

Harua’s grip on his book tightened ever so slightly, though his expression remained composed. “You think so?” he asked, his tone steady, but you caught the faintest flicker of something in his eyes, discomfort?

“Of course! You’re both so kind and thoughtful. It’s a match made in heaven!” you said, grinning. “I could set up a time for you two to meet.”

Harua looked down at the page of his book, his gaze unfocused. After a moment of silence, he quietly asked, “Why are you trying so hard to set me up with someone?”

You blinked, thrown off by his question. “Because I want you to be happy,” you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

His lips pressed into a thin line, and he let out a soft sigh. “I already am,” he said under his breath, but you barely caught it.

“What was that?” you asked, leaning closer.

Harua glanced at you, his cheeks dusted with the faintest hint of pink. “I’m already happy,” he repeated, his voice firmer but still gentle.

Your brows knitted together in confusion. “Then why do you always look so quiet and serious when I bring this up? Don’t you want to meet someone?”

Harua shut his book carefully, his fingers lingering on the cover as if it were grounding him. “I don’t want to meet someone,” he admitted, finally meeting your gaze. “Because I already like someone.”

Your jaw dropped. “You do?!”

He nodded, his expression calm but with a touch of shyness.

“Wait, why didn’t you tell me?!” you asked, staring at him in disbelief.

Harua hesitated for a moment before responding. “Because you’re the person I like,” he said simply, as if it were the most natural thing to say, though his ears were visibly red.

Your brain short-circuited. “M-me?” you stammered.

He nodded again, his gaze unwavering. “Yes. So, it’s a little hard for me to listen when you try to set me up with other people.”

You stared at him, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to process his words. “I… Harua, I had no idea,” you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” he said softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “But it’s true.”

Your heart raced as you searched for something to say, your face growing warm. “I’m so sorry for being so dense,” you admitted, a nervous laugh escaping you.

Harua shook his head, his smile growing a little. “It’s okay. I was waiting for the right moment to tell you anyway.”

You looked at him, your own smile forming as you realized just how much he meant it. “Well… for the record, I really like you too,” you said, your voice soft but sure.

His eyes widened slightly, a spark of happiness lighting them. “You do?”

“Yeah,” you said, grinning. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize sooner.”

Harua’s expression softened even more, and he let out a quiet chuckle. “Maybe we’re both a little slow,” he teased lightly.

“Maybe,” you agreed, leaning closer. “But I’m glad we’re on the same page now.”

He nodded, his cheeks pink as he glanced at you. “Me too.”

And just like that, the awkwardness melted away, replaced by the quiet warmth that only the two of you

TAKI :

You rushed over to Taki, practically buzzing with excitement. He was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, but he looked up as soon as you called his name.

“Taki, I have the perfect idea for you!” you announced, sitting down beside him.

“What idea?” he asked, his expression bright and curious, though the way you were grinning so wide made him a little nervous.

“I want to set you up with someone!” you said, completely oblivious to the way his smile faltered for a split second.

“Set me up? With who?” Taki asked, his tone casual, but his fingers fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie.

“Okay, hear me out,” you started, completely unaware of how stiffly he was sitting now. “They’re so fun to be around, and honestly, I think you two would be adorable together. You both love the same kind of food, and they’re super sweet!”

Taki forced a smile, though his brows knitted slightly. “Uh-huh… and you think they’d be good for me?”

“Definitely!” you said enthusiastically. “I mean, how could they not like you? You’re amazing, Taki!”

His cheeks turned pink, but not for the reason you thought. He glanced away, scratching the back of his neck. “You really think so?”

“Of course!” you exclaimed. “I mean, you’re so easy to talk to, you’re funny, and you’ve got that cute thing going on—”

Taki coughed, cutting you off as his ears burned red. “Okay, okay, I get it,” he said quickly, his voice slightly higher than usual.

You blinked at his sudden reaction. “What? I’m just saying the truth. Anyone would be lucky to date you!”

Taki sighed, leaning back against the couch and slouching a little. “If that’s the case, why are you trying to set me up with someone else?” he muttered under his breath, almost too quiet for you to hear.

You tilted your head. “Huh? What did you say?”

“Nothing,” he replied quickly, sitting up straighter.

“No, I heard you say something,” you pressed, narrowing your eyes.

Taki groaned and rubbed his face, clearly debating whether or not he wanted to say it out loud. Finally, he looked at you, his expression a mix of exasperation and shyness. “I said, why are you trying to set me up with someone else when I like you?”

Your eyes widened, and your jaw practically dropped. “Wait, what?”

Taki’s face was completely red now, but he held your gaze, albeit nervously. “You heard me,” he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. “I like you, okay? So it’s kinda weird—no, really weird—when you’re trying to get me to date someone else.”

Your brain froze for a moment, replaying his words in your head to make sure you hadn’t misheard. “You… like me?”

“Yes,” he said firmly, though his cheeks were still burning. “For a while now.”

“Oh.” You blinked, your mind scrambling to process this new information. “Taki, I—wow. I had no idea.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” he muttered, crossing his arms and looking away. “You’ve been trying to play matchmaker like it’s some kind of hobby.”

“I didn’t know!” you defended, feeling a little guilty now.

“Well, now you do,” he said, glancing back at you. “And for the record, I’d rather spend time with you than anyone else. So maybe… stop trying to push me toward other people?”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his straightforwardness. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I really didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

Taki’s expression softened, and he gave you a small, almost shy smile. “It’s okay. I just… wanted to be honest.”

You smiled back, your heart fluttering as you realized just how serious he was. “Well, for the record, I like spending time with you too.”

His eyes widened slightly, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his surprised expression. “Wait, does that mean—”

“Yes, Taki,” you interrupted, grinning. “It means I like you too. And I promise, no more matchmaking.”

Taki’s face lit up with a huge smile, and he let out a relieved laugh. “Finally!” he said, leaning back against the couch with a dramatic sigh. “Do you know how hard it was to sit through all your ‘perfect match’ ideas?”

You laughed, playfully shoving his shoulder. “Okay, okay, I get it. I owe you for being so patient.”

“You do,” he teased, nudging you back. “But I’ll let it slide this time… since you finally got the hint.”

“Better late than never, right?” you said, grinning.

Taki nodded, his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and happiness. “Right.”

MAKI :

You had noticed Maki acting a little strange lately, more fidgety than usual, his words sometimes trailing off, and his quiet smiles that lingered just a bit too long. But today, you were determined. You were going to set him up with someone. He deserved to be happy, and you had someone in mind who you thought would be perfect for him.

“Maki!” you exclaimed as you walked into the room where he was sitting, scrolling through his phone. “I found the perfect person for you!”

He looked up, blinking at you with mild confusion. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean, I found someone who’s totally your type,” you said with a grin, sitting down beside him on the couch. “They’re smart, funny, and so good-looking! Honestly, I can already see you two hitting it off.”

Maki raised an eyebrow, though a faint blush was starting to creep up his neck. “Oh really? Who is this person?”

“Well, they’re super cute and love the same things you do. You both would have so much fun together!” you continued, unaware of how Maki’s eyes had widened a little more with each word you said.

“That sounds nice,” Maki said, his voice flat but tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. “So, when are you going to introduce me?”

You beamed. “I’m glad you’re excited! We should all hang out soon, like, maybe this weekend? I’ll set something up!”

Maki nodded, but his lips pressed together tightly as his fingers clenched slightly. His thoughts were racing, his chest tightening at the idea of you with someone else. He hadn’t been able to gather the courage to admit how he felt about you, and now here you were, planning a whole thing to set him up with someone else.

“Yeah, sure,” Maki replied, though his voice lacked the usual warmth it carried.

You didn’t catch the hesitation. Instead, you were too focused on your idea, pushing forward with your plans.

“I’ll text them later about it, and I’ll let you know,” you said brightly. “I just really think you two would hit it off! Like, imagine you both at karaoke together, there’s no way it wouldn’t be fun!”

Maki’s eyes flickered with discomfort, and he rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to look too upset. “Mm. Karaoke sounds nice,” he said, though his tone was quieter than usual.

“Great! So it’s a date!” you said with confidence, completely oblivious to how uncomfortable Maki was. You stood up, ready to continue with your plans, but Maki’s voice stopped you.

“Wait.”

You turned back, confused by the strange urgency in his voice. “Yeah?”

Maki bit his lip, his face flushed as he struggled to get the words out. “Can I… can I talk to you for a second?”

You raised an eyebrow, but nodded, sitting back down next to him. “Of course! What’s up?”

He took a deep breath before speaking again. “I—uh, I don’t know how to say this, but… I like you, okay?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and your mind went blank. “Wait, what?”

“I like you,” he repeated, this time more firmly. “And I really don’t want to go out with someone else.”

You blinked, utterly speechless for a moment. “But… I thought—”

“Yeah, you thought,” Maki interrupted, a nervous laugh escaping him. “I thought you’d pick up on it by now, but apparently not. So I figured I’d just say it.”

It all clicked in that moment. The way Maki had been acting recently, the hints he had been dropping without you even realizing it, and now here he was, confessing his feelings for you. You sat there, frozen, for a moment before your face broke out in a grin.

“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” you said with a laugh, covering your face with your hands. “I’ve been trying to set you up with someone else when you liked me all along?”

Maki chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing as he watched your reaction. “Yeah, pretty much,” he said with a grin. “I really wasn’t expecting that.”

You leaned forward, still laughing at how clueless you had been. “I’m so sorry, Maki. I should’ve known.”

Maki smiled, his usual playful confidence returning. “It’s okay. I’m just glad I finally got it out.”

You reached out to take his hand, your smile softening. “So… does this mean no karaoke with someone else?”

Maki raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “No karaoke with anyone else. It’s just you and me now.”

Your heart fluttered, and you couldn’t help but laugh again. “Okay. I think I can get behind that.”

Maki squeezed your hand, his grin widening. “Good. Because I was getting really tired of pretending to be okay with you trying to set me up.”

You both laughed together, and it felt like everything finally fell into place. No more misunderstandings, just you and Maki, finally on the same page.

Word count : 5700 | serapharua, 2025.

[konowhore]

୨୧ 一 &TEAM BEING DOWN BAD FOR YOU . . !

ot9 &team — GENRE : imagines headcanon fluff — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : none — REQUESTED : yes :) ☆ — &t masterlist

note : most of these are before you and the members start dating ! i need to work on my intros for each members they get kinda repetitive but this scenario was so fun to work on ! i tried to make the younger members ones more cotton candy sweet :)

K :

K liked to think of himself as a composed and confident person. He was used to keeping his emotions in check, never one to be overly flustered or obvious about his feelings. But when it came to you, that composure was long gone.

He was so down bad for you, and the worst part? He wasn’t even subtle about it.

You could ask him for literally anything, and he’d do it without hesitation. Need his jacket? It’s already around your shoulders before you even finish your sentence. Want food? He’s buying whatever you like, no questions asked. You casually mention liking a certain song? It’s suddenly at the top of his playlist, and he might have memorized the lyrics just in case you ever bring it up again.

The teasing from the other members was relentless.

“K, do you realize you stare at them like they hung the moon?” Fuma pointed out one day, catching him red-handed as he zoned out while watching you talk.

K blinked, quickly looking away, trying to play it off. “I do not.”

Nicholas snorted. “Bro, you do. It’s embarrassing.”

But nothing was more embarrassing than when you unknowingly made it worse. Like when you flashed him that bright, happy smile, or when you casually touched his arm while laughing at one of his jokes. Every single time, his heart betrayed him, beating so fast it was ridiculous.

The biggest down bad moment, though? The time you absentmindedly called him cute.

“You’re kinda cute when you concentrate,” you had mused, watching him frown in focus while trying to fix something on his phone. You said it so casually, not thinking much of it, but K? Oh, he short-circuited.

He sat there, phone forgotten in his hands, staring at you like you had just told him the deepest secret of the universe. His ears turned red, and for the first time, he had no idea how to respond.

“Uh…” His brain scrambled for words, but they simply didn’t come.

You just laughed at his reaction, completely unaware of the absolute meltdown you had just caused in his head.

At this point, everyone, including the members, knew K was head over heels for you. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever work up the courage to confess, but one thing was certain: if you asked for the world, he’d find a way to give it to you.

FUMA :

Fuma liked to think he had a decent amount of self-control. He was calm, collected, the dad of the group, he wasn’t the type to get flustered easily.

Except when you’re around.

He was so smitten for you, and he knew it. The members knew it. You, however? Completely oblivious.

Fuma had a habit of spoiling you without even realizing it. If you so much as looked at something for too long, he was already making a mental note to get it for you later. You mentioned craving a certain snack? He’d somehow have it with him the next time you saw him. One time, you casually said you were cold, and before you could even register what was happening, Fuma was draping his jacket over your shoulders like it was second nature.

“You’re gonna spoil them,” Yuma teased, watching Fuma hand you your favorite drink, one he went way out of his way to get.

Fuma shrugged, like it was no big deal. “They deserve it.”

If that wasn’t down bad enough, the way he looked at you definitely was. He had this soft, almost fond gaze whenever you spoke, like he was memorizing every little detail about you. The way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you loved? The way you absentmindedly played with your hands when you were thinking? He noticed everything.

And then, of course, there were the moments where you unknowingly made it worse.

Like that one time you leaned against him while laughing, your head resting on his shoulder for just a second too long. He barely managed to keep his cool, but the other members? Oh, they noticed.

Nicholas smirked. “You good, man?”

Fuma cleared his throat, forcing himself to act normal. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

The truth? His brain was screaming.

But the moment that really took him out was the time you casually ran your fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his face while laughing at something dumb he said. You did it so naturally, like it was nothing, but Fuma? He froze.

“Your hair’s soft,” you had mused, completely unaware that he was actively trying not to combust on the spot.

From that day on, Fuma knew one thing for sure: if you ever asked him for the moon, he’d find a way to give it to you.

NICHOLAS :

Nicholas prided himself on being cool and composed, but when it came to you? Yeah, no. All logic went out the window. He was so obviously in love with you, it was almost painful to watch.

It started with the way he hovered around you. He was always nearby, never in an overbearing way, but enough that the members started pointing it out. If you moved, somehow Nicholas just ended up next to you. If you needed something, he was already handing it to you before you even asked. It was almost instinctual at this point.

“Nicholas, you do realize they have hands, right?” EJ teased after watching him open your drink for you.

Nicholas just shrugged, like it was no big deal. But the truth? He lived for those little moments. Any excuse to be close to you.

And then there was the staring. Oh, the staring.

He wasn’t even subtle about it. You’d be talking, completely in your own world, and Nicholas would be watching you with the softest, most lovestruck expression, like you were the most fascinating thing in the world.

The other members definitely noticed.

“Dude, blink,” Yuma muttered, nudging him when he caught Nicholas gazing at you again.

Nicholas snapped out of it, pretending he wasn’t just caught, but the smirk on Yuma’s face said otherwise.

You were completely oblivious to all of this.

Like that one time you playfully messed with his hair, ruffling it before grinning up at him. “You look cute like this.”

Nicholas blacked out.

His brain completely short-circuited, and all he could do was stare at you, mouth slightly open, while his soul ascended. Meanwhile, K, who had definitely witnessed the whole thing, was wheezing in the background.

And don’t even get started on the time you borrowed his hoodie because you were cold. You hadn’t even asked, just grabbed it off the couch and pulled it on like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Nicholas nearly malfunctioned.

“You—you can keep it,” he blurted out, voice slightly higher than usual.

You tilted your head. “Huh? But it’s yours.”

“It’s fine. Looks better on you anyway,” he muttered, pretending to be unbothered while actively fighting for his life.

Yeah. Nicholas was down bad, and at this rate, the only thing worse than his obvious crush was the fact that you still weren’t getting the hint.

EJ :

EJ wasn’t the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, at least, not this obviously.

It started with how attentive he was. He always seemed to notice the little things, if you liked a certain snack, he’d somehow have it on hand. If you were tired, he’d quietly adjust his pace to match yours. And if you so much as shivered, his jacket was already draped over your shoulders before you could even register the cold.

At first, you chalked it up to him just being considerate. EJ was naturally kind, after all. But the others? They knew better.

“Dude, just admit it,” K sighed one day as he watched EJ carefully set aside the last slice of cake for you.

EJ blinked, feigning innocence. “What?”

“You literally cut it perfectly and put it on a separate plate for them,” Nicholas deadpanned. “If that’s not down bad behavior, I don’t know what is.”

But nothing exposed him more than the hoodie incident.

One evening, you grabbed his hoodie off the couch, pulling it on without a second thought. “Hope you don’t mind,” you said, giving him a little smile as you adjusted the sleeves.

EJ forgot how to breathe.

Mind? Mind?! You were standing there, looking ridiculously good in his hoodie, and you were asking if he minded?

“You can keep it,” he blurted out, way too fast.

You blinked. “Wait, really?”

He nodded, trying to act cool despite the warmth creeping up his neck. “Yeah. Looks better on you anyway.”

Fuma nearly choked on his drink from how shameless that was. Meanwhile, Taki was staring in open disbelief.

At this point, everyone was just waiting for you to catch on. Because EJ? Yeah, he was too far gone.

YUMA :

Yuma liked to think he was subtle, that his feelings for you weren’t that obvious. But anyone with eyes, literally, anyone, could tell he was completely, hopelessly down bad.

It wasn’t even like he was trying to be obvious. It just happened. His feet automatically carried him to wherever you were, his hands moved before he could think to help you with the smallest things, and his brain? Completely shut down whenever you gave him even the slightest bit of attention.

“Yuma, are you even paying attention?”

Your voice snapped him out of his trance. You had been saying something, probably something important, but all he had been doing was staring at you, completely lost in his own world.

“Huh?” he blinked, trying to recover. “Yeah, totally.”

“You were staring again,” Harua snickered from beside him.

Yuma immediately kicked him under the table. “Shut up.”

And then there was the art museum incident.

You had offhandedly mentioned wanting to go, so naturally, Yuma casually suggested making a day out of it. But the second you stepped into the gallery, he realized his mistake. Because you? You looked way too pretty admiring the paintings, eyes full of wonder as you took everything in.

“Do you like this one?” you asked, pointing at a piece.

Yuma was about to respond, but then you turned to look at him, tilting your head just slightly—and suddenly, he forgot how words worked.

“It’s… yeah,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s nice.”

Nice? This was a work of historical significance, and that was the best he could come up with?

Meanwhile, Nicholas, who had been third-wheeling the entire trip, just sighed. “Dude, you’re so gone.”

Yuma knew that. And yet, every time you looked at him like that, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

JO :

Jo liked to think he was good at keeping his emotions in check. He wasn’t the type to wear his feelings on his sleeve, at least, that’s what he told himself. But everyone around him could see the way he completely melted whenever you were around.

It wasn’t just the way he stared at you like you hung the stars in the sky, it was the way he acted. The way he automatically saved a seat next to him no matter where you were. The way he’d subtly pass you the last piece of whatever you were eating together, pretending he wasn’t starving just so you could have it. The way he would get completely and utterly useless the second you did something even remotely affectionate.

Like now.

“Jo, can you hold this for me?” you asked, handing him something without a second thought.

Big mistake.

Because the second your fingers brushed against his, Jo felt his entire body malfunction. His brain short-circuited, his ears turned red, and suddenly, he forgot how to breathe.

“Jo?”

No response.

“Jo, are you okay?”

Still nothing.

Nicholas, watching from the side, sighed dramatically. “Yeah, he’s gone.”

And then there was the time you casually called him cute.

“You’re so cute, Jo,” you had laughed, nudging his arm.

Jo immediately stopped functioning. Like, physically froze on the spot. His soul might have left his body for a second.

“Cute?” he echoed, blinking rapidly as if his brain needed a reboot.

“Yeah,” you grinned. “It’s adorable how you always take care of me.”

At that moment, Jo had to actively fight for his life not to melt into a puddle on the floor. He turned away, covering his face with his sleeve, hoping you wouldn’t see just how red he had gotten.

“I—uh—thank you,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

Meanwhile, Taki, who had been watching the whole thing unfold, snickered. “Bro, you are down horrendous.”

And honestly? Jo couldn’t even deny it.

HARUA :

Harua had always been a little shy about his feelings, but it was so obvious that he was completely smitten with you. His eyes would light up whenever you entered a room, and you could practically feel the weight of his gaze when he thought you weren’t looking. He would try to act all cool and collected, but you could see through his little act.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he said one day, almost bashfully, when you caught him staring at you from across the room. He quickly turned his face away, but you could see the tips of his ears turning pink.

“Like what?” you asked innocently, enjoying how he got flustered.

“You know… like I’m the most interesting thing in the world,” he mumbled under his breath. He couldn’t help but laugh a little, shaking his head in disbelief. He knew he wasn’t hiding his feelings very well, but he didn’t care. You made him feel things he’d never felt before.

It wasn’t long before Harua started finding every excuse to be close to you, always lingering near you during group activities. He loved the way your laughter would fill the room and the way your presence made everything feel a little bit warmer. Even though he was a bit shy, he never wanted to leave your side. He would even playfully complain about it, but you could tell it was because he couldn’t stand being apart from you for too long.

“You really like me, don’t you?” you teased him one day, when he was once again standing a little too close.

“Is it that obvious?” he laughed nervously, brushing his hand through his hair. You could see the nervous smile on his face. “I guess I can’t hide it anymore.”

You smiled softly, enjoying the way his usual composed nature melted away around you.

Harua didn’t need to say much. His actions spoke louder than words. His lingering gaze, the way he was always looking for ways to help you, and the way he never wanted to be far from you were all clear indicators of just how much he adored you.

TAKI :

Taki had never been subtle when it came to you, but that didn’t mean he didn’t try to hide it. It was just impossible for him to keep it together when you were around. If there was one thing that was undeniably clear, it was that he was totally down bad for you, and he didn’t even try to hide it.

Whether it was in rehearsals or when the group was just hanging out, Taki was constantly looking for little ways to get your attention. It could be as simple as making sure you had a snack when you were a little hungry, or making a joke to make you laugh, whatever it took to make you smile.

One day, during a break between practice, you were all gathered around chatting. Taki had this soft, almost dreamy look on his face as he watched you talk with the others. But as soon as you turned to look his way, his expression snapped to one of sheer flustered panic.

“Are you okay, Taki?” you asked, catching him staring.

His eyes went wide, and his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. “H-huh? Me? Of course! I was just… thinking about something important,” he stammered, but it was clear to everyone that his “important” thoughts had nothing to do with anything other than you. He cleared his throat awkwardly, avoiding eye contact and pretending to focus on anything other than you.

But his little habit didn’t go unnoticed. When you got up to stretch, Taki was quick to move closer, making sure he was always within arm’s reach, like he needed to be near you. He’d “accidentally” bump into you, offering you a nervous smile when he did. It was so obvious to everyone else, but Taki? He was just doing his best to stay composed, even though his feelings were practically written all over his face.

Later, when you asked him to help you with something minor, like holding your water bottle for a moment, Taki’s hands nearly shook as he took it from you. “Of course! Anything for you!” His voice was a little too eager, and he immediately regretted sounding so desperate, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Thanks, Taki,” you smiled, completely unaware of how flustered you were making him. But for Taki, it was moments like these that made him feel like he was on cloud nine.

No matter how hard he tried to play it cool, his heart would skip a beat whenever you were around. Every time you smiled at him, or every time your hand brushed against his by accident, he could feel his feelings grow even more. It wasn’t just a little crush anymore, he was completely and utterly down bad for you.

And even though he was a little embarrassed, Taki didn’t mind one bit. As long as he could be near you, as long as you were happy, he was the happiest he’d ever been.

MAKI :

Maki always thought he was good at keeping his emotions in check. But then you came along, and suddenly, everything changed. He tried to stay cool, pretending to be his usual laid-back self, but the way you looked at him, talked to him, made his heart race in ways he couldn’t control.

At first, he tried to brush it off. He’d tell himself, “It’s fine, just don’t let it show,” but it was getting harder every day. He was down bad, and he knew it.

When you walked into the room, Maki’s attention would immediately snap to you. His smile would widen, and even though he tried to act casual, his heart would skip a beat. It was as if the entire room could disappear, and it would just be you and him.

One day, while everyone else was chatting about something, Maki found himself zoning out, his eyes trained on you. The way your lips curved when you smiled, the way your eyes sparkled with that quiet intensity, it drove him absolutely crazy. He tried to stay focused on the conversation, but his thoughts kept drifting back to you.

You caught his stare, and for a moment, you just looked at him, confused but also amused. “Maki,” you said, snapping him out of his trance, “you’re not even listening, are you?”

He blinked, a little flustered, but tried to play it off with a half-smile. “Of course I’m listening,” he said quickly, clearing his throat. “Just… thinking about how great everything is going.” But his voice cracked, and he cursed himself inwardly for it.

You raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but Maki could feel the heat rushing to his face. He couldn’t figure out how to act normal around you anymore, everything was different. The way you made him feel was so intense, it almost overwhelmed him.

Later, when you and Maki were walking together, you casually mentioned wanting to grab some food. “I think I’ll grab something from that cafe down the street later. You want to come?”

Maki’s stomach flipped. He knew it wasn’t anything more than a casual invitation, but the thought of spending time alone with you made him feel like he couldn’t breathe. “Yeah, sure. I’ll come,” he replied, trying to act like it was no big deal, but his heart was already racing at the idea of just the two of you being together.

As the day went on, Maki found himself stumbling over his words more often, trying not to stare at you every chance he got. He’d tell himself, “You’ve got to be cool. You’ve got to be chill,” but his body just didn’t listen. Every time you laughed, every time your hand brushed his by accident, he felt like he was losing control.

When you both sat down for your meal, Maki tried his best to keep the conversation light. But every time you looked at him with that warm smile, his thoughts completely derailed. “You’re really cute when you’re not acting all serious,” you teased him at one point.

Maki felt his face heat up. “I’m not serious! Just… focus on eating,” he stammered, trying to brush it off like it wasn’t a big deal. But inside? He was a mess. He was so down bad, and he knew it was only a matter of time before you figured it out. Until then, though, he’d keep trying his best to act like he wasn’t completely and utterly in love with you.

Word count : 3531 | serapharua, 2025.

[konowhore]

dusk till dawn (nicholas) — nav

synopsis — cuddling with nicholas.

the day winds down slow, like honey sliding down the inside of a jar, and you’re already drowsy by the time the sun dips below the skyline. the living room is quiet, touched with that soft amber glow that only comes in the early evening—lamp light mixing with the last bits of daylight clinging to the windows. it’s peaceful, the kind of calm that settles deep into your bones.

you’re curled up on the couch with nicholas, legs tangled together beneath a faded blanket that smells like home—like detergent, a little bit of his cologne, and something warm and familiar you can’t quite name. your head rests against his chest, tucked right under his chin, where you can hear his heartbeat thumping slow and steady. that sound alone could send you drifting.

his hand is under your shirt, resting lightly against the bare skin of your back. his fingertips move in slow, lazy circles—soft and rhythmic. up, down, a gentle scratch, then a soothing drag of his palm. it makes your eyes flutter shut for a moment, then open again. not because you want to stay awake, but because you want to hold on to this. the softness. the quiet. the way he touches you like you’re something precious.

nicholas' other hand is in your hair, fingers sliding through the strands with all the care in the world. he twirls a piece gently, then lets it fall, then combs through again, repeating the motion over and over like it brings him some kind of peace too. it feels like he’s anchoring you—like as long as he’s touching you, the world can’t pull you too far away.

“you tired?” he murmurs, voice low and close to your ear.

you hum something in response, not quite a word, just a small sound that says yes, but don’t stop. and he doesn’t. he chuckles quietly, presses a kiss into your hairline, and keeps tracing those slow patterns on your back like he’s drawing lullabies into your skin.

your breathing slows to match his, syncing with the rise and fall of his chest. you let your hand rest on his ribcage, fingers curled against the fabric of his shirt, feeling the way he breathes, the way his heart beats. it’s steady. grounding. and suddenly, everything else—the noise of the day, the thoughts in your head, the weight behind your eyes—just begins to slip away.

the only thing that exists is the warm press of nicholas' body against yours, the way his thumb draws a soft line up your spine, the brush of his lips against the top of your head every so often, like he can’t help but kiss you, even in the quiet.

“go ahead,” he says softly. “i’ve got you.”

and you do. you let go. you let your body melt into him, your muscles relaxing one by one until you’re nothing but softness in his arms. your breath evens out. your lashes flutter against his shirt. you feel him shift just slightly to pull the blanket up higher, wrapping you tighter into him.

his fingers are still moving through your hair as your mind drifts into the haze of sleep. even when your thoughts stop forming, your body still feels the comfort of his touch, like a memory it knows how to hold onto even in dreams.

and just before everything fades to black, you hear him whisper something you don’t quite catch. maybe your name. maybe i love you. maybe both.

but it settles into your chest like a weightless stone, grounding and soft, and you fall asleep like that—wrapped in nicholas' arms, safe in his warmth, your back scratched gently, your hair played with lovingly, the world outside fading to nothing.

[konowhore]

୨୧ 一 &TEAM REACTION WHEN YOU DRESS UP NICELY

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K :

It wasn’t often that K was stunned into silence. But the moment you stepped into the room, heels clicking softly on the wooden floor, dress catching the low evening light like it had been stitched with dusk itself, he forgot how to speak.

You weren’t even looking at him yet. You were adjusting the strap of your heel, the curve of your leg catching his eye, every movement so graceful it seemed choreographed. When you finally glanced up, your lips tugging into a small, knowing smile, K swore something inside him stuttered.

He blinked slowly, taking you in like he was afraid he’d imagined it.

“…You’re gonna kill me,” he murmured, voice just shy of reverent.

You tilted your head, the kind of playful tilt that said you knew exactly what you were doing. “Is that a good thing?”

He stepped forward, hand finding your waist as if pulled by instinct, his touch steady but reverent. “It’s a problem,” he said, leaning in close enough for his breath to ghost your cheek. “Because now I don’t want to take you to dinner.”

You laughed, quiet and breathy, the sound curling around him like a ribbon.

“Oh?” you teased. “What do you want to do instead?”

He didn’t answer, not with words. Just looked at you like you’d outshone the stars like the night didn’t really begin until you walked into it.

And when he finally did lead you out the door, hand in yours, he walked half a step behind, not out of habit, but so he could keep looking at you.

FUMA :

You weren’t trying to show off. Not really.

But when Fuma opened the door to pick you up for your date and saw you standing there, heels delicate, dress falling perfectly around you like moonlight caught in fabric, his smile froze on his face. Just for a second.

He blinked, as if he needed a moment to recalibrate, then slowly exhaled, like his lungs forgot how to work.

“Wow,” he said under his breath. Not loud. Not exaggerated. Just full of something so quiet and genuine it made your pulse skip.

You smoothed your hands over your dress, suddenly a little self-conscious. “Is it too much?”

Fuma stepped in, his eyes never leaving yours. “No,” he said softly. “It’s not enough. How am I supposed to survive the night when you look like that?”

His voice held a teasing edge, but his gaze was all warmth like he couldn’t believe his luck. His fingers brushed lightly over your waist, admiring, affectionate. “You always look good,” he added. “But tonight? You’re dangerous.”

You raised a brow, lips curving. “So what, you’re scared?”

He grinned, leaning closer, his tone lower now. “Terrified. In love. Same thing.”

And when he offered you his arm, it was with a little bow and the most dramatic, lovesick smile he could muster.

“Shall we, my muse?”

You rolled your eyes, but your hand found his without hesitation.

And all night, he looked at you like you were something rare like the whole world had been leading up to this moment, where you walked into the room and made everything else fade.

NICHOLAS :

You weren’t even fully in the room before Nicholas looked up, and stopped.

You caught the way his posture shifted first. The way he straightened from where he’d been waiting by the door, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other holding your coat like he’d been passing time. And then his gaze landed on you. On the heels. On the way, the outfit curved around you like it had been made just to haunt him.

“Damn,” he breathed before he could stop himself.

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “That good?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just stood there, looking at you with something caught between disbelief and awe. Like someone had told him the stars were real, and then you showed up wearing them.

“I feel underdressed,” he said finally, stepping closer, voice lower than usual. “Seriously, you look… insane.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

But Nicholas wasn’t hearing it. Not really. He was still taking you in, gaze flickering from your heels to your lips, then back again. “You walk out like this and expect me to keep my cool?” he muttered, barely loud enough for anyone but you to hear. “It’s not fair.”

You grinned. “Is that your way of saying I look nice?”

He huffed a quiet laugh and shook his head, reaching for your hand with fingers that lingered against your palm. “Nice doesn’t cover it.”

And as he pulled the door open for you, eyes still lingering, he murmured, “Everyone’s gonna look. Let ’em. You’re with me.”

But the way he walked beside you, hand in yours, proud, protective, hopelessly gone, you knew that no matter how calm he looked on the surface, Nicholas was completely, irrevocably wrecked.

EJ :

He’d been pacing by the full-length mirror when he heard the door click open.

“Hey,” he called out casually, turning with a light smile, only to completely freeze mid-step.

You stepped in slowly, heels tapping lightly against the floor, your outfit perfectly chosen for the evening. It wasn’t just elegant. It was breathtaking. And the moment Euijoo saw you, it felt like the world lost all its background noise.

His mouth opened slightly like he meant to say something but couldn’t quite remember how to speak.

You tilted your head at him. “Too much?”

He blinked. “What? No- no, not at all. You just…” His eyes swept over you again, and he let out a breathless little laugh, fingers brushing back his bangs in that flustered way he always did when you caught him off guard. “You look so good I forgot what I was gonna say.”

You smiled and crossed the room slowly. He noticed the heels right away, how they made your walk just a little more deliberate, more poised, more impossible not to watch. He swallowed.

“You’re staring,” you teased gently.

“I can’t help it,” he said, still a little dazed. “You look like you just stepped out of a movie.”

You reached up to fix the collar of his jacket, smoothing it out with careful fingers. “You’re cute when you get all soft like this.”

He flushed, just barely. “I’m always soft for you.”

There was a beat of silence, just the two of you in the soft glow of the room, before he exhaled slowly and gave a shy smile. “I’m gonna be holding your hand the entire night.”

You laughed. “Possessive much?”

“Have you seen yourself?” he murmured. “I’d hold your hand and never let go if I could.”

And with that, he laced his fingers with yours, eyes still lingering with quiet wonder, like he couldn’t believe you’d chosen to show up looking like that… for him.

YUMA :

You heard the sharp intake of breath before you even saw him.

Yuma stood just inside the living room, half-finished adjusting the sleeves of his jacket, his phone forgotten on the table beside him. His gaze was fixed on you like you’d just walked in wearing stardust.

Your heels clicked softly across the floor as you stepped into view, and his eyes trailed from your legs to your smile like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.

“Okay,” he said, voice a little breathless, a little stunned. “No one said you were gonna look like that.”

You smirked. “That bad?”

“That illegal,” he corrected, crossing the room in a few long strides. “You- god, you’re going to ruin me tonight.”

You raised a brow as he circled you once, eyes wide with appreciation and something else a little more vulnerable, a little more reverent. “You’re staring.”

“Of course, I’m staring,” Yuma said, all Kansai drawl and unfiltered honesty. “You look like someone I’d only get to see in a dream.”

You laughed at that, fingers brushing the lapel of his jacket to hide the way his words flustered you. He reached out to tug you gently by the hand, spinning you once like you were on a private dance floor.

“You wore this for me?” he asked quietly, once you were in his arms again.

“I mean…” you trailed off, tilting your head with a soft smile. “Maybe I wanted to see you speechless for once.”

“Dangerous,” he whispered, leaning in to press a kiss just above your cheek. “You’re gonna make it real hard for me to focus on dinner.”

“Good,” you murmured.

Yuma grinned, his hand never leaving yours as he opened the door. “Let’s go turn heads. But just so you know,” he leaned in, voice low against your ear, “you’re mine.”

And the way he looked at you as you stepped into the night made it very clear: no matter how many people saw you tonight, no one would worship you the way he did.

JO :

He was fixing his cufflinks when you stepped into the room, quiet, graceful, the soft sound of your heels tapping across the floor the only warning.

Jo turned at the sound, expecting to find you already by the door, but when his eyes landed on you, everything else in him stilled.

For a moment, he just stared.

You, framed in the amber light of the hallway, in a dress that fit too perfectly, heels that gave you that slow, confident grace, it knocked the air clean out of his lungs. You weren’t just beautiful. You were… breathtaking.

Your lips curled into a smile, a little bashful under his wide-eyed gaze. “Too much?”

He blinked like he was trying to pull himself out of a trance. “Too much?” he echoed, voice soft. “You could walk into a palace right now and every chandelier would look dim next to you.”

The blush crept into your cheeks before you could stop it, and Jo, ever observant, noticed, and softened even more.

“I’m serious,” he added, stepping closer, eyes never once leaving yours. “You look… you look incredible.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you said, tugging gently on the lapel of his jacket, letting your thumb linger against the fabric.

His ears flushed slightly at the praise, but he just smiled, that warm, honest smile of his, the kind that always made your chest ache a little.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to act normal with you next to me all night,” he murmured, fingers finding yours and intertwining them.

“Then don’t,” you whispered, leaning in.

Jo let out the softest laugh. “Dangerous.”

Still holding your hand, he walked with you toward the door, glancing over once more before he opened it.

“I hope no one else falls in love with you tonight,” he said under his breath.

You squeezed his hand. “I only dressed up for one person.”

And the way Jo looked at you then, like he didn’t know how he got so lucky, was the real showstopper of the night.

HARUA :

He’d been ready for a while, shoes on, coat already shrugged over his shoulders, nervously checking his phone to make sure the reservation was still locked in. But when he heard the faint click, click of heels against the floor, he glanced up… and forgot how to breathe.

You stepped into the room like a scene unfolding in slow motion. The light caught on your earrings, on the soft sheen of your dress, and the sound of your heels against the hardwood seemed to echo straight through him. There was something surreal about it, like you’d stepped out of a dream and into his life, except this time, you were looking right at him.

His lips parted, but no words came out at first. Just a stunned kind of silence.

You shifted under the weight of his gaze, a little amused. “Say something.”

“I… I don’t think I can,” he said honestly, a soft flush rising to his cheeks.

You laughed, quiet, fond, and walked over to smooth the collar of his coat. “Is it that bad?”

“No,” he said quickly, and then again, firmer. “No. It’s, It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

You tilted your head. “Really?”

Harua nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. “You always look pretty, but… like this, you look like you stepped out of a painting. I feel underdressed just standing next to you.”

“You’re cute,” you told him, and the way his ears turned pink confirmed it.

Still, he reached for your hand, holding it carefully like it was made of glass. He brushed a kiss to your knuckles before meeting your eyes again. “I’m really lucky, huh?”

You smiled. “I think I’m the lucky one.”

Harua shook his head, gaze soft and unwavering. “it’s definitely me”

And as he opened the door for you, still a little dazed, you realized something: the way he looked at you, like you’d hung the moon just by showing up, might’ve outshined every compliment you’d get that night.

TAKI :

Taki had been pacing by the door, sneakers already on, humming a tune under his breath as he glanced at the time for the third time in five minutes. He’d been excited all day, texting you in all caps about where you were going, what food you’d eat, and how he was going to beat you in that dumb arcade game again.

But none of that prepared him for the moment you stepped out of the room.

Your heels hit the floor with a soft rhythm, and when he looked up, it was like the air got punched out of him.

You were radiant. Not just pretty, no, it was deeper than that. The way you moved, the way the outfit framed you like it had been made with you in mind, the click of your heels echoing through the hall like a countdown, it was enough to stop time.

Taki’s eyes widened. His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

“Whoa.”

You blinked. “What?”

He pointed, vaguely. “You. You- That’s not even legal. You can’t just walk out looking like that and expect me to act normal.”

You tried to suppress your grin. “I’m not that dressed up.”

“Not that- ?” He stared, flailing for words. “You look like you should be stepping out of a limo. Or onto a runway. Or- I don’t know- causing accidents just by walking past people.”

You laughed, walking toward him. “You’re dramatic.”

He grinned, eyes never once leaving you as he stepped forward and spun you around once, hands barely grazing your waist before settling at your sides. “Maybe,” he said, softer now. “But you’re actually unreal.”

You poked his cheek. “Then what does that make you?”

“the luckiest guy in the world,” he replied, with no hesitation. “And a little nervous, because now I’ve got to spend the whole night glaring at anyone who stares at you too long.”

You raised a brow. “You gonna fight them in those sneakers?”

“I’ll do what I have to,” he teased, taking your hand and lifting it with surprising gentleness. “But honestly… I just want to be the one who gets to walk beside you.”

And as he opened the door for you, sneaking one last look with that dopey, amazed smile of his, you knew exactly what he meant.

MAKI :

The city outside your window was just beginning to dim, gold giving way to blue, the hush of evening settling in. Maki was already ready by the door, spinning his keys on one finger, his usual playful bounce in his step as he waited.

“You’re almost done, right?” he called out, peeking around the corner. “Or are you secretly building a runway in there?”

You rolled your eyes, smoothing one last detail before stepping out to meet him.

And just like that, he froze.

Heels clicking softly on the floor, you walked into view, and it was like the world took a breath just for you. Your outfit clung in all the right places, the heels adding that quiet power to your steps, your gaze lit with anticipation and a touch of mischief.

Maki’s keys slipped right off his finger.

He stared for a long second, lips parted, blinking like you were a vision conjured up from a dream. “…Wait.”

You raised a brow, smiling. “Wait?”

“You- You’re not allowed to look like that,” he said, breathlessly. “That’s- that’s not fair.”

You took a slow step toward him. “Why? Afraid I’ll outshine you tonight?”

“No,” he said, voice dropping a little. “Afraid I’m not gonna be able to take my eyes off you. Ever.”

You laughed, but he was still looking at you like you’d cracked the sky open. His gaze flicked from your heels to your lips, then softened even further.

“You always look good,” he said, quieter now. “But this? This is something else.”

You tilted your head. “You’re not going to make me walk in heels all night without at least offering your arm, are you?”

He was beside you in a heartbeat, slipping your hand into the crook of his elbow like it was second nature. “Absolutely not. My arm, my jacket, my entire back if it comes to that.”

You nudged him. “Don’t be silly.”

He smiled, brushing a kiss to your temple. “I’m not. I’m in love.”

And with that, you stepped out into the night together, his hand steady at your back, his heart entirely yours.

Word count : 2932 | serapharua, 2025.

[konowhore]

ㅤ GOODNIGHT N GO ꣑୧ 𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗃𝗈

𝖲𝖢𝖤𝖭𝖤, 𝗃𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎

❪ 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 ❫ 𝖿𝖾𝗆 ! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 500 ✿ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌2𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 ───𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾

✉️ㅤ 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾

jo is walking beside you in the quiet night, hands shoved in his pockets, heart full to the brim. it’s late—past midnight now—and your place is in the complete opposite direction of his. but he doesn’t mention it. not when you offered to call a cab, not when you gently reminded him that his house was the other way. he just shook his head and smiled, shrugging off his jacket to wrap it around your shoulders when he saw you shiver.

now your hands are brushing every now and then as you walk side by side, your laughter still lingering in the air from something he said a few blocks ago.

you’re wearing his jacket. you’re smiling up at him.

and still, jo’s not sure.

at your doorstep, you turn to face him under the soft yellow glow of the porch light, your lips tugging into a sleepy smile as you clutch the jacket a little tighter.

“thanks for walking me,” you say. “even though your house is the other way.”

jo shrugs, a little bashful, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, not knowing what to say.

your hair looks beautiful in this lighting, he thinks. and your eyes are shining as you look up at him. and your lips—

jo immediately looks away. blood rushes to his face, and when he meets your eyes again, your eyebrows are slightly raised. you definitely noticed.

he straightens up, clearing his throat. “goodnight,” he whispers, almost apologetically. “i’ll… um… see you tomorrow.”

he turns and starts walking, fists clenched like he’s scolding himself for even thinking he had a chance.

“jo,” you call out.

he stops and looks back at you, a little confused, like he’s sure he imagined your voice.

you take a few steps forward. and before he can even turn to face you fully, your hands slip into the collar of his shirt and tug him down just slightly—just enough for your lips to meet his.

his hands hover for a moment before settling at your waist—gentle, unsure. he tilts his head, kissing you back like he’s afraid he’ll wake up. and in his mind, he swears—if this is a dream, he’s going to make the most of it.

you pull away to catch your breath, only to be met with his wide, starry eyes. completely lovestruck. you can’t help it—you kiss him again, this time slower, deeper. your fingers thread through his hair, your other hand tugging at the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. jo melts into you, lips barely parted, too caught up to remember how to breathe.

then suddenly—beep.

you both flinch at the sharp noise, instinctively pulling apart.

jo stands frozen. hair tousled. lips pink and kiss-bitten. eyes dazed like he doesn’t even know what just happened. he doesn’t realize where the sound came from until he notices you glancing down.

his smartwatch is blinking. ‘abnormal heart rate detected.’

blood rushes to his face as makes a flimsy attempt to hide his wrist behind his back.

“...it—it does that sometimes,” he stammers, clearly lying. “it’s… probably broken.”

you laugh, eyes twinkling. “or maybe it works completely fine.”

you press the jacket into his arms before slipping inside, leaving him frozen on your front step, holding his own coat and a still-beeping watch.

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[konowhore]

i won! :: murata fuma

pairing :: idol! murata fuma x idol! m! reader

genre :: established relationship, fluff

warnings :: none

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"you know, i could have closed my eyes later to avoid bumping into everything while we came here." fuma said, eyes still shut while you helped him walk inside without tripping. the two of you were very excited but also very tired. today was fuma's birthday, and sadly you also had a music show to attend, which left little time to celebrate or spend it with each other.

you had something planned, but since your schedule was packed you couldn't do it, so you opted for your second option, a (video) game night, and you knew fuma would love it. so now you were guiding him to your shared room, holding both his hands so he would avoid any object blocking his way, although you had done a bad job at this before.

"okay, you can open your eyes now!" on your bed lay two consoles, your laptop and fuma's nintendo switch. the nightstand was filled with various snacks and drinks. a bright smile made its way on fuma's face as he sat down on the bed.

"i know it's not much but i figured we'd come home late and-" before you could finish, he grabbed your hand and gently pulled you to him. "i love this, i get to have fun with you on my birthday, it's perfect!"

your worries disappeared and you enjoyed your time with your boyfriend. you sat down close to him, your chin resting on his shoulder as you attentively watched him play a game on his switch and asked him questions about it. you weren't really into video games, but fuma liked them, and you loved him so you felt the need to know at least some basic information about his favorite games or characters. he also appreciated the effort you put into learning about them, you didn't have to but you still did it and it made him happy.

"you wanna play this together? it's better when you play this game with other people." he asked, and you agreed, getting a bit bored by only watching him play. now you weren't good at video games but you were very competitive. most of the time when playing you had no idea what you were doing, but it was your determination to win that pushed you to the top, and usually annoyed others.

fuma knew this, he knew how competitive you could get and how others sometimes disliked that quality of yours, but he found it very cute. so he handed you the console and opened the game he mentioned before. he was going to explain the rules and how the game worked, but you told him you didn't need them and that you could learn on your own. he didn't argue with your request, wanting to see how you'd react to losing on the first go.

"what happened?..." you asked, baffled, as you stared at the bright screen where your character had fallen on the floor. you quickly realized that your character had died and fuma had won that round. "but we just started!" you complained, meanwhile, the older chuckled at your frustrated state, which only made you more confused.

"should i explain the rules to you now?" he asked with a little smirk, and you only huffed before agreeing. you understood most of them, some were too complicated or useless for you to wrap your brain around, but you told fuma you were good to go and he started the new round.

this time you promised yourself you'd be more attentive to live longer, but a surprise attack with a move you'd never seen before left your character dead again, and it left you even more shocked than before.

"how the hell did you do that?!" fuma smiled confidently before answering, "well, i wasn't gonna tell you everything about the game."

at that moment, you thought he was very cool. it was something small he had said, but something about the way he had said it made your heart beat fast. you put that feeling aside, you were there to win, not be smitten with your boyfriend.

the more you lost, the louder you got. euijoo, who was trying to sleep, quickly became annoyed. he knocked, but when nobody answered, he opened the door and grabbed your attention with a dry cough. you and fuma turned to euijoo, waiting for him to speak, as if you didn't know why he was there. did the two of you really not realize how loud you were being?

"can you two be more quiet, please? some of us are trying to sleep." he said, sleepy yet still polite.

"and some of us are trying to win!" you said, your brows furrowed in concentration while still aggressively pressing the buttons of your console.

"excuse yn, he's still bitter about losing so many times." fuma said with an awkward smile, making euijoo sigh.

"well maybe you should let him win so he can stop shouting." and with that, euijoo closed the door behind him. your puffed your cheeks before focusing on the game again.

fuma considered euijoo's words, he could play it easy and let you win, after all, it was getting late and if it were for you, you'd be staying up all night just to win. so he decided to do just that, he'd let you win, and you'd probably be too happy to even notice he lost on purpose.

"fuma! let's make a bet!" you suddenly announced, throwing him off.

"if i win this game, you need to give me a kiss, and if you win you can name your prize!" luckily, he knew the outcome of the situation, so he agreed. plus, kissing you was like a second birthday gift, so in the end of the day he was winning too. soon you two were glued to the screen again.

"i won! i actually won!" your cheers were heard, and your bright smile and enthusiastic jumping made fuma happy.

"i guess you did win, now come here and let me give you a kiss!" he grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him, placing a peck on your nose before kissing your lips. you melted in his arms and were soon brought back to reality when he broke from the kiss.

"you might have won the game, but i think i really won today." he said, fixing up your bed so the two of you could sleep.

"and why's that?" you asked, helping him out.

"i go to spend my birthday with you, i got to have fun and kiss you in the end. if that isn't winning, i don't know what is!" he said making you chuckle.

"you're so cheesy sometimes." you cupped his face and squished his cheeks, he was very cute.

"only for you."

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a/n :: thank you anon for requesting this!! it isn't exactly on fuma's birthday but it's in the same week so it counts🙈 also sorry if this isn't good or if it feels a bit rushed, i kinda didn't know how to end it well so yeah (also anon i didn't know if you were talking abt video games or not but that's what came to mind and it was too late to ask so i went with this😭😭)

©keikeu

[konowhore]

This man is out here just sipping on his water and i feel like dying😭 why is he so hot i can't

And he also knows that he is hot like fr look at HIM sliding his hair back and everything😩 like why do u gotta drink this wayy 😵‍💫

[konowhore]

ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ

&team x reader (seperately)

genre: fluff <3

warnings: none

word count: ~ 400-500 per member

── .✦ k (439 words)

yudai walked you up the steps to your door, his warm hand in yours contrasting the cold of the night. the two of you stopped under the soft glow of the porch light. it wasn't until you turned around to face him that you noticed how close he was, the scent of his cologne mixing with the cool air.

"thank you for tonight, i had a really good time," you said a little sheepishly.

he flashed a smile – shy, almost boyish. "i had a good time, too," he replied softly.

the night had been perfect; your conversation flowing easily over dinner, and his fingers brushing yours a little too often to be accidental. and now, as you stood there, neither of you wanting to be the one to say goodbye, you felt your heartbeat fastening with anticipation.

yudai’s gaze drifted from your eyes to your lips, lingering there for a heartbeat as his thumb gently sweeped over your knuckles.

"can i kiss you good night?"

suddenly your cheeks felt warm, despite the cool night wind. his words were gentle, almost hesitant, and something in you ached at how he asked, like he gave you every chance to say no. instead, you nodded, your breath catching as he let out a soft exhale, relief in his smile.

yudai’s hand rised to brush against your cheek, his fingers tracing along your skin with a touch so light it sent a shiver down your spine. you closed the gap between you, and then his lips met yours, soft and gentle, like he was savoring each second.

his lips tasted faintly of peppermint, yet the kiss felt so warm and comforting that it made you lean in just a bit closer and rest your hand resting on his chest to feel his quickening heart beat beneath your fingertips.

for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you under the porch light. the gentle pressure of his hand against your cheek, the soft warmth of his lips, his fingers threading through your hair as he deepened the kiss just enough to make your heart skip a beat.

when he finally pulled back, you caught the smallest, softest smile on his lips. you felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks, but you couldn't look away.

“i’ve wanted to do that all night,” he murmured, a little self-conscious but unmistakably sincere.

you mirrored his shy smile, “i’m glad you did now.”

he chuckled, his fingers brushing over yours one last time before he let go. he stepped back, giving you a final smile before heading down the steps.

"good night, y/n."

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── .✦ fuma (446 words)

you took his hand, carefully placing the small box inside before letting go and telling him to open his eyes again.

he followed your instructions, looking at the box with a hint of confusion, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"you're supposed to open it," you said with a playful laugh.

fuma opened the box, and his eyes widened in surprise at what he saw. "tada!" you said with a bright, excited smile.

he examined the pokémon figurine more closely, almost as if checking to see if it was real.

"how did you– ?"

"i found a store the other day that sold the mystery boxes they come in," you explained, and then added a bit more sheepishly, "i really wanted you to open it, but i couldn’t resist peeking. and i knew this was the one you were missing, so...”

fuma looked at you, his smile growing wider. "did you know this one’s super rare? most people barely pull it," he said, his voice full of admiration. "you’re my lucky charm."

his words sounded platonic, but they felt like so much warmer. heat rose to your cheeks and you quickly looked down, hoping he hadn’t noticed – but he was too wrapped up in the excitement of his new collection piece to catch it. his face lit up with a smile as wide as a child’s in a candy store.

"thank you so much, really," he said, still beaming. "i was only missing this one, and i kept getting duplicates of the others and– my god, i could kiss you!" he babbled on, too caught up in his excitement to realize the slip of his words.

your head shot up again, though your face only got redder.

"you could what?"

your question pulled fuma's focus back to you. "what?"

his face paled when he realized what he'd said. "i–... i'm sorry, i..." his voice trailed off, not quite sure what to say.

you swallowed your nervousness and, with a steadying breath, asked him, "why don’t you do it?"

this time, it was his turn to look at you, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushing with color. yet, he slowly stepped closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he softly traced his thumb over your skin.

"are you sure?" he asked carefully, almost shyly.

instead of replying, you brought your hands to his shoulders, pulled him down a little and stepped on your tippy toes to connect your lips in a soft kiss.

── .✦ nicholas (424 words)

she'd be back in five minutes, your friend had said. over 45 minutes had passed since then, and she was still nowhere to be seen. you'd be worried if she'd been alone, but you knew she wasn't, so you felt rather annoyed – contemplating if you should just head home.

that's when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, a familiar scent flooding your senses. "there you are," nicholas said, scooting a bit closer to you. you had been on two dates with him before, but you weren't aware he'd be here tonight (if you were, you would have agreed to the party immediately.)

"nicholas?" you asked in confusion, "i didn't know you'd be here."

his lips curved into a playful grin. "well, surprise. and speaking of which, there’s something i want to show you."

he stood up and reached out his hand. you took it, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, and followed him outside the living room and up the staircase.

the cool night air brushed against your skin as he opened the door. you followed him outside, meeting his gaze in confusion.

"it’s my best friend’s place, i know how to get to the rooftop." he explained before you could ask, "you didn’t seem very comfortable back there, so i thought you might feel better here." the thoughtfulness behind his words warmed your chest, despite the chilly air.

still, after standing together for a while, just taking in the view of the starry sky above and the glowing city below, the cold began seeping through your clothes.

"i do feel better here, thanks, nico," you said, doing your best to hide the shiver running through you. "the view is beautiful."

nicholas turned to face you, his expression softening as he took off his jacket. without a word, he draped it around your shoulders, but kept his hands on it. he looked down at you, the warmth of his touch mixing with the cool night air.

"yeah, it is," he replied softly, leaning down just enough for you to feel his warm breath on your skin.

the butterflies were rioting by now, but you stepped a little closer.

"may i?" nicholas whispered, to which you nodded softly.

without a second thought, he pulled you closer by his jacket and brushed his lips over yours.

── .✦ ej (411 words)

there was a small distance between you as you walked, yet every so often, euijoo’s fingers brushed yours . the tiny, accidental touches sent a rush of goosebumps up your arms (which, naturally, you blamed on the cool autumn breeze).

euijoo turned to you, his voice breaking the comfortable silence. “do you have plans for the weekend?”

you looked up, meeting his eyes and shaking your head, already feeling excited at the thought of spending more time with him.

his lips curled up into a soft smile, as he hesitated a moment before asking, “would you... maybe like to come over? we could make hot chocolate, try out some fall recipes, maybe watch a few movies?” he hurriedly added, “only if you’re comfortable coming to my place, of course!”

your heart fluttered at the care in his voice, the way he seemed so intent on making sure you felt safe and comfortable.

“i’d love that, euijoo,” you replied, unable to keep the smile from spreading across your lips. he smiled back, his eyes crinkling slightly at the edges.

you were so caught up in each other that neither of you realized you’d stopped walking until the sharp ring of a bicycle bell jolted you back. before you could react, euijoo’s hands found your arms, and he gently pulled you closer to make space for the cyclist.

the biker whizzed past you, but euijoo’s hands stayed on your arms, his touch ever so gentle. when you looked up, you found yourself pressed lightly against his chest and you swore you could hear his heartbeat under the thin fabric of his sweater – just a bit faster than healthy.

you opened your mouth to apologize, but he shook his head, his gaze soft and his fingers lingering as if hesitating to let you go. instead, he pulled you a little closer, his face leaning down toward yours and his cheeks painted with a faint flush.

your heart hammered in your chest, and before you could second-guess it, you rose up on your toes, softly brushing your lips against his.

── .✦ yuma (389 words)

you rolled your eyes but suppressed a grin, "it's not even that good."

yuma grinned with an unmistakable glint of mischief in his eyes. before you could react, his hands darted to your sides, fingers pressing into your ribs just enough to make you squirm.

“wait– yuma, no!” you squealed, immediately starting to laugh as he tickled you mercilessly. You tried, and failed, to push him away, your helpless attempts to get him off you drawing a chuckle from him. 

“admit i was right!” he pressed, his face lighting up with an amused grin as he kept going.

“never!” you gasped between giggles, desperately twisting to escape his grasp. somehow, in the midst of it all, he managed to get a better hold, pinning you down gently as he continued to tickle you.

“say it!” he insisted.

"fine! you’re right!” you gasped out, breathless. “you win, you win!”

he stopped, both of you still laughing as you caught your breath. as your laughter died down, the room felt oddly silent – the sound of the movie playing only a faint background noise. that’s when yuma noticed the way you looked up at him – lips slightly parted and breath still coming in short bursts – when he noticed how close you were.

his face softened as he slowly leaned over just enough to place his hands on the sofa on each side of your head. his gaze left yours for a heartbeat, dropping to your lips, before he looked up again. 

just as he was about to back away, you quickly grabbed his shirt to pull him down again and tilted your head up, closing the space between you. his breath caught in surprise as your lips brushed softly against his. for a heartbeat, he stayed still, then slowly relaxed, leaning in to return the kiss. he lifted one hand from the sofa to gently cup your face, sweeping his thumb over your cheek.

the world outside faded, the movie long forgotten, as you melted into the kiss. when he finally pulled back, his eyes sparkled, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.

“so… does this mean i won twice?”

── .✦ jo (373 words)

you two had met at the beginning of semester in an art class, and although neither of you talked much, you instantly clicked. you had started hanging out after classes, and tonight he'd invited you over to just do what you loved the most.

you both enjoyed working on your own pieces while still not being alone – it almost filled you with ease. somehow, being near jo made everything feel right, even the silence.

both of you were leaning over your drawings, your heads almost touching. every time you looked up at him, a smile tugged at your lips as you noticed the little things you shared – like how he tilted his head the same way you did when concentrating, or the way he pressed his lips together just like you often did. finding jo felt like finding another version of yourself.

you turned your focus back to the paper in front of you, continuing your sketch, when a strand of hair fell out of your bun and onto jo's drawing.

he stopped and looked up from his paper, only to realize how close your faces were when you looked up as well. your eyes immediately met his, and for some reason, you couldn't look away this time.

he let go of his pencil and brought his hand up to gently tuck the loose strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes only leaving yours to glance down at your lips for a split second before you got lost in them again.

his hand lingered on your cheek for another second, but let go when he saw the slightest flush of pink on your cheeks.

yet, he leaned in just a tiny bit, waiting almost shyly for your reaction. his action made the pull you'd already felt towards him even stronger, so you reciprocated it.

jo met you halfway, closing the bit of distance that was left between you, and gently placed his soft lips on top of yours.

── .✦ harua (421 words)

"i took so long to straighten my hair," you sulked, drawing a little chuckle from harua.

you were still too far from home and you knew you wouldn't make it before it would start pouring, but you still walked faster.

as the first drop of rain fell onto harua's glasses, he took off his jacket and carefully draped it over your head, making sure to cover as much of your hair as possible.

you felt a comforting warmth, not only from his jacket and the faint scent of his perfume on the piece of clothing, but from the action itself – the fact that he'd made sure to cover your hair only cause you'd complained about the effort you'd put into them.

as the rainfall started to become heavier – and you glanced over to see harua's hair already slightly dampened, the fabric of his sweater daring to soak up – you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a closed store, finding shelter under its small front porch.

you pressed your back against the door to offer him as much space as possible, but even though you two already stood unnervingly close, the raindrops continued to fall onto harua's back.

"thank you for the jacket," you broke the silence, your voice barely audible above the plattering of the rain. harua smiled softly and grabbed your wrists as you attempted to take his jacket off your head to give it back to him.

"keep it, it's cold," he replied, his voice as soft as the look in his eyes.

you looked up at him as if asking if he was sure, and without a word, he gave you a reassuring smile. his eyes locked with yours, only interrupted by a glance down to your lips that didn't last longer than three seconds.

your heart started pounding heavier against your chest as you noticed, and you tilted your head up just slightly, as if testing the waters.

harua seemed to understand, your action being the only thing he needed to know you were thinking the same, and lowered his head to meet yours – your lips just inches away, but he hesitated.

you brought your shaking hands up to his cheeks, gently pulling him down to close the distance between you, and finally feeling his soft, slightly wet from the raindrops, lips on yours.

── .✦ taki (428 words)

“you know what's the third date tradition, right?” he'd grinned, but you hadn't taken it seriously, as you'd slipped into the photobooth with barely enough room for two.

the machine counted down, the screen flashing a “get ready!” message in bold letters. the two of you pulled silly faces for the first couple of pictures, but as the screen showed the countdown for the final photo, taki glanced at you – his expression shifting from playful to something softer. 

“can i… kiss you?” he asked, his voice quiet against the noise of the arcade outside.

your heart skipped a beat, a flurry of butterflies taking over as you looked at him, his face just inches from yours in the tiny space. but the machine was already ticking down the last few seconds, the numbers flashing on the screen, ready to snap its final shot.

without thinking, you leaned in, closing the gap between you with a quick, soft kiss just before the camera flashed. when you pulled back, you caught the flicker of surprise in his eyes. then, he blinked, a bit dazed, and let out a soft laugh. “wow. you barely even gave me a chance to finish asking.”

you shrugged, cheeks warm as you leaned back against the booth wall. “the machine doesn’t wait,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, but you couldn’t stop smiling.

he grinned back, still seeming a little dazed. “can’t argue with that logic.”

the photos printed with a soft whir, and taki grabbed the strip, studying the last picture with a smile. in it, your lips were just barely touching, your eyes closed, his hand blurry as he'd moved it up to cup your cheek, and you couldn’t help but blush as you looked over his shoulder.

“i guess the photobooth captured our first kiss,” he said, his voice soft, a small, slightly shy smile on his face.

you replied with a nod, your own smile widening as you glanced back up at him.

he grinned, slipping the photo strip into his pocket. “i think we’ll have to come back here and get one for each date.”

── .✦ maki (486 words)

"kiss y/n or wash the dishes!"

your eyes widened at taki's words.

"what?" you and maki asked in unison, your voices equally shocked.

your heartbeat quickened. you'd had a crush on maki for a while now (though you'd never admit that) and you couldn't help but feel a hint of excitement bubble up in your stomach.

maki furrowed his brows, looking everywhere but your direction, and slowly shook his head after some moments of hesitation.

everyone started cheering, happy to have skipped washing the dishes for another day, but you just blinked in confusion as the excitement made way to something else that felt suspiciously much like disappointment.

you stayed silent until the round finished and slipped away to the bathroom as the game wrapped up. maki’s gaze followed you until you disappeared behind the door, and he sighed softly.

while the others headed to the living room, maki stayed behind in the kitchen, starting to rinse the plates and bowls.

when you returned, you glanced around and asked, voice a bit unsteady, "where did everyone else go?" sure he wouldn’t hear you, you were surprised when maki looked up, meeting your eyes for the first time since backing out of his dare. he turned off the water before replying, “they’re in the living room.”

you nodded and started to turn toward the door, but maki quickly dried his hands and stepped over, reaching to catch your arm. “wait, y/n… are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"just didn't think i'm so unkissable that you prefer washing the dishes of ten people," you said with a chuckle that sounded more forced than intended.

"no!" he protested. then, he added a little more seriously, “i just… didn’t want our first kiss to happen over a silly dare.”

"don't explain, maki, i totally get it, i–", you began, but stopped short as his words sank in. "wait. what do you mean 'our first kiss'?"

maki sighed. he wished he could somehow back out from this but there was no logical excuse for what he'd said, so he decided to go with the truth.

he looked down briefly before confessing, “i like you. i have for a while now. nico said he was sure you felt the same way. and… well, a game just didn’t seem like the right time for a first kiss.”

you felt your heartbeat pick up, and a smile tugged at your lips as you took a small step closer. "would now be a better time?” you asked softly.

maki’s eyes widened a bit, a flicker of hope crossing his face. “what… do you mean?”

you chuckled, genuinely this time. “that i like you too, idiot.”

a smile spread across his face as his eyes softened. “in that case… i’d say now is perfect,” he murmured, lifting his hands to gently cup your cheeks and leaning in until his lips met yours. <3

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K :

K wasn’t one to be easily swayed, and you knew it. He was calm, logical, and not one to give in to whims without solid reasoning. But that didn’t stop you from trying. You’d asked him for something, nothing too unreasonable, but his initial answer had been a firm, “No.”

That’s when you pulled out your secret weapon: the doe eyes.

You tilted your head slightly, gazing up at him with wide, pleading eyes and just the tiniest pout for good measure. At first, K didn’t even look at you, sensing your tactic. “Don’t,” he warned, his voice even but with a hint of amusement.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied innocently, holding the expression.

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, and the way he paused gave you hope. “That’s not going to work on me,” he said, arms crossing in defiance.

You held firm, blinking slowly and tilting your head again for added effect.

K let out a long sigh, his hand moving up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You’re so persistent,” he muttered, but the small upward tug at the corner of his lips gave him away.

“Does that mean yes?” you asked, barely holding back a triumphant smile.

K shook his head, finally meeting your gaze with a soft chuckle. “Fine. But only this once,” he said, his tone exasperated but affectionate.

“Only this once, huh?” you teased, knowing full well you’d won.

“You know I can’t say no to you when you do that,” he admitted, his voice quiet as he reached out to gently ruffle your hair. “But don’t think you can win every time.”

Spoiler: You probably could.

FUMA :

Fuma was confident, grounded, and not someone who caved easily. He liked to think he had a strong will, but when it came to you, things were… complicated.

You had asked him for a favor, not a big one, but he’d said no anyway, claiming it wasn’t practical. You could’ve argued your case logically, but where was the fun in that? Instead, you went straight for your secret weapon: doe eyes.

Fuma barely glanced at you at first, already sensing what you were up to. “Don’t even try it,” he said, his tone flat but amused.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied sweetly, your eyes wide and innocent.

He let out a laugh through his nose, shaking his head. “You think I’m going to fall for that?”

You leaned in slightly, blinking up at him like some adorable creature who’d just lost their way in the forest. “Please, Fuma?” you said softly, drawing out the last word just enough.

He froze for a moment, his eyes flickering to meet yours, and you caught the slight waver in his expression. “You’re so unfair,” he muttered, trying to sound exasperated, though the corners of his mouth twitched.

“Does that mean yes?” you asked, your tone hopeful.

Fuma sighed dramatically, resting his hands on his hips as he gave you a mock glare. “Fine. But only because you’re too cute for your own good,” he relented, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe himself.

You grinned triumphantly, clapping your hands together in victory. “Thank you, Fuma! You’re the best!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, though he reached out to pinch your cheek gently. “You owe me for this.”

“Anything you want,” you replied cheerfully, knowing full well he could never stay mad at you, especially when you used your secret weapon.

NICHOLAS :

Nicholas liked to think he was immune to your antics. But when you wanted something, really wanted something, you had a way of softening his edges that made him question just how much self-control he actually had.

It started innocently enough: you asking him for a favor, nothing out of the ordinary. But when he jokingly told you no, you turned to face him, head tilted slightly as you gave him the most heartbreakingly sweet expression he’d ever seen.

“Please, Nicholas?” you said, your voice soft, eyes wide with that doe-eyed look you knew he couldn’t resist.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard, and then let out a dry laugh. “Are you serious right now?”

You said nothing, just blinked up at him a few more times, letting the silence work in your favor.

Nicholas leaned back, narrowing his eyes at you as if he could will himself not to give in. “That’s not going to work,” he said firmly, though the small smile creeping onto his face betrayed him.

“Oh?” you replied, stepping closer, still holding the look.

“Don’t even think about—”

But you did. You clasped your hands together, tilting your head just slightly to add an extra layer of cuteness to the effect.

Nicholas groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I hate this. You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being strategic,” you corrected, your lips twitching with amusement.

He sighed, dropping his head in defeat. “Fine. You win. What is it? What do you want?”

Your smile grew impossibly wide as you told him, and he rolled his eyes, though there was a warmth in his expression that said he didn’t really mind.

“You know, this is emotional warfare,” he muttered, grabbing his jacket as he moved to follow through with your request.

“Maybe,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his waist in a quick hug. “But it worked.”

Nicholas let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he pulled you closer. “You’re too dangerous,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “But I guess I don’t mind losing to you.”

EJ :

EJ had always prided himself on being level-headed and practical. He liked to think he wasn’t the type to be easily influenced, until you came along and completely ruined that idea.

When you’d asked him for a favor, he initially said no, not because he didn’t want to help but because he genuinely thought it wasn’t the best idea. But you weren’t about to give up so easily.

Instead, you took a step closer, tilted your head slightly, and gave him your best doe-eyed look. EJ noticed instantly, freezing mid-sentence. “What… what are you doing?” he asked, his voice soft and unsure.

“Doing what?” you replied innocently, blinking up at him with wide eyes.

He let out a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Don’t look at me like that,” he said, his voice almost pleading.

“Like what?” you pressed, your tone sweet and unassuming, though you knew exactly what you were doing.

EJ’s cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as he avoided your gaze, trying to keep his composure. “You’re not playing fair,” he muttered, glancing at you for half a second before looking away again.

“So… is that a yes?” you asked, leaning in just a little closer.

He let out a long, defeated sigh before finally meeting your gaze again. “How am I supposed to say no when you look at me like that?” he said, his voice soft and full of affection.

You beamed, clapping your hands together excitedly. “Thank you, Euijoo! You’re the best!”

He chuckled, shaking his head as a small, shy smile crept onto his lips. “You know you’re dangerous, right?” he said, reaching out to lightly poke your forehead.

“Dangerously cute?” you teased, earning a laugh from him.

“Yeah, let’s go with that,” he said, his eyes warm as they lingered on yours for a moment. “But don’t think this’ll work every time.”

You both knew it absolutely would.

YUMA :

Yuma didn’t think he could ever be someone who got flustered easily. He was calm, rational, and good at holding his ground—until you came along with those ridiculously persuasive puppy-dog eyes. The first time it happened, he thought it was a fluke. But now, it was an undeniable weakness.

He was seated at the dining table, flipping through a book on choreography concepts when you walked over and sat beside him. You didn’t say anything at first, just waited until he glanced up, curiosity flickering in his expression. That’s when you made your move.

“Yuma,” you said, your tone sweet and almost hesitant. “I was thinking… maybe we could go for a walk? It’s such a nice day outside.”

Yuma tilted his head slightly, looking at the sunlight streaming through the window. “A walk?” he echoed. “I mean… maybe later? I still have—”

You didn’t even let him finish. Your eyes went wide, lips softly pouting, your entire expression radiating innocence and longing. “But it’s the perfect weather… and it’d be so much better if we went together.”

He blinked. Once. Twice. His hand hovered over his book, frozen mid-turn.

“Are you—” He paused, narrowing his eyes. “You’re doing that thing again, aren’t you?”

“What thing?” you asked, your voice soft and oh-so-innocent.

He leaned back in his chair, sighing deeply as if he were trying to resist. “That look. You know exactly what you’re doing. It’s unfair.”

You smiled, resting your chin on your hand as you leaned closer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Yuma. It’s just me asking nicely.”

Yuma gave you a flat look but closed the book anyway, standing up and stretching. “Fine, let’s go,” he said, grabbing his jacket.

“Really?” You lit up immediately, practically bouncing in excitement.

“Yeah, really,” he replied with a small laugh. “But next time, don’t think I’m letting you win that easily.”

You beamed at him, taking his hand as you walked to the door. “I don’t know what you mean. You’re just too sweet.”

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. “Sweet? Or weak when it comes to you?”

“Both,” you teased, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah, I thought so,” he muttered, shaking his head. But the way he looked at you, the faintest trace of a smirk on his lips, was enough to tell you he didn’t mind at all.

JO :

He was sitting on the couch, listening to music with his headphones on, when you appeared in front of him, arms folded loosely and a small pout on your lips. Without saying a word, you stared at him with those big eyes that seemed to carry so much unspoken affection.

Jo immediately paused his music, pulling one earbud out as he raised an eyebrow. “What’s with the look?”

You tilted your head slightly, your lips parting in a small, almost mischievous smile. “What look?” you asked, feigning innocence, though your eyes gave you away instantly. “I was just wondering if we could… do something fun today?”

He crossed his arms, trying to appear unaffected. “We could do anything, just say it.”

But you didn’t immediately speak. Instead, you let the silence stretch just long enough, making sure you had his full attention. When you finally spoke again, it was in a sweet, soft voice. “Maybe we could go out for ice cream? You know, just the two of us?”

Jo’s eyes narrowed slightly as if weighing the options, his mouth twitching into a smile despite his efforts to stay composed. “You really think you can get me with that face?”

You shrugged, leaning in just a little closer, lowering your lashes in the most endearing way. “I dunno… I think I’ve got a pretty good chance.”

He couldn’t hold back the chuckle that escaped him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re not saying no, though,” you quipped, your eyes lighting up as he slowly stood up, hands in his pockets.

“Fine, you win.” He smiled, shaking his head as he reached for his jacket. “But you owe me one. No more puppy eyes for a month.”

“Deal!” you cheered, grinning from ear to ear.

Jo rolled his eyes, but the warmth behind his smile couldn’t be hidden. “You’re lucky I can’t say no to you.”

HARUA :

Harua, being the soft-hearted and empathetic type, was always a little more sensitive to your emotional cues. He was used to being the one to cheer people up, to offer comfort when it was needed, so when you gave him those puppy eyes, he found it incredibly hard to resist.

You were sitting next to him, your hand resting on your lap when you suddenly turned to him, big eyes staring up at him like a puppy looking for attention. Your lips curled into a subtle pout as you waited for him to notice, knowing full well it would make him weak.

Harua blinked, clearly caught off guard. He cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly on the couch as he avoided your gaze. “U-uh, what’s going on? You alright?”

You didn’t say anything, just leaned in a little closer, blinking slowly and staring up at him with exaggerated innocence, knowing that he’d struggle to keep a straight face.

He gulped, his eyes darting back and forth as he tried to focus on anything else but you. “Y-you’re doing that thing again…”

“What thing?” you asked sweetly, your voice soft and angelic, your puppy eyes never leaving him.

Harua let out a nervous laugh, clearly fighting his inner battle. “You know what I mean. You’re making that face.” He glanced at you, his face starting to turn a shade of pink. “Why are you using that on me?”

“I’m not using anything on you,” you replied innocently, your smile growing as you watched his struggle. “I just thought it’d be nice if we did something together today… like go for a walk, maybe grab some coffee?”

He hesitated, trying to hold back the smile tugging at his lips. “You’re… you’re so sneaky.”

You leaned a bit closer, keeping your eyes wide and sweet, and that was all it took. Harua let out a soft sigh and reached for his phone. “Fine, fine. But only because you’re too cute to say no to,” he mumbled, unable to fight the growing smile on his face. “You really have me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”

You grinned, pleased with the victory, and Harua couldn’t help but chuckle as he shook his head. “I’ll never get used to how easily you get your way with me.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you teased.

“Not at all,” he said, his voice soft but warm, as he took your hand. “Let’s go, you silly thing. But no more puppy eyes until tomorrow, okay?”

You giggled, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, making his heart flutter in his chest. “Deal!”

TAKI :

Taki had always been the playful and cheeky type, but when it came to you, he couldn’t help but be a little softer. He loved teasing you, and in return, you knew exactly how to get under his skin.

You were sitting together on the couch, quietly talking when you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. You turned your head toward him and, without a word, widened your eyes, tilting your head slightly to the side. Your lips were pursed just enough to make you look like you were trying to hold back a pout, but it was clear to him that you were playing your usual game.

At first, Taki didn’t respond. He simply raised an eyebrow and continued scrolling through his phone, pretending not to notice. But he knew, of course, that you were trying to pull the puppy eyes on him.

You repeated your tactic, this time making your eyes even bigger and drawing out your pout, hoping he’d cave. You didn’t say anything; your silence was all you needed.

He finally sighed dramatically, putting down his phone and giving you an exaggerated look. “Are you really doing this right now?” he asked, his voice full of mock disbelief.

You just blinked at him, your eyes still wide, and waited for him to crack.

Taki stared at you for a moment, trying to maintain his composure. He shook his head. “You know I’m not going to give in to that, right?”

But you didn’t say a word. You just continued to stare up at him with that sweet, innocent expression. It was impossible for him to focus on anything else.

His resolve faltered, and a soft laugh slipped from his lips. “Ugh, fine,” he muttered, defeated. “You win again. What do you want?”

You broke into a big grin, your eyes shining with triumph. “I was thinking maybe you could help me with something in the kitchen? You know, I can’t quite reach the top shelf…”

Taki looked at you, still smirking, though there was a softness in his eyes now. “You’re lucky I’m whipped for you,” he said, standing up and stretching his arms. “Alright, let’s go, before you start giving me those eyes again.”

You followed him into the kitchen, feeling accomplished as he grumbled under his breath but still helping you with everything you asked. You were sure he’d never admit it, but he kind of liked it when you used those puppy eyes on him. Maybe it was a little unfair, but you knew exactly how to make him melt.

MAKI :

You had figured out a little trick: making doe eyes at him when you wanted something. At first, Maki had laughed it off, convinced he wouldn’t be affected. But as time went on, he realized that whenever you did that, it was hard to focus on anything else.

So, you sat next to him on the couch one evening, quietly chatting about nothing in particular. You were getting close to asking for his help with something, but you decided to have a little fun first.

You turned toward him, your eyes suddenly wide and full of innocence, a subtle pout forming on your lips as you gazed up at him. You didn’t say anything. You just stared at him, holding the gaze with an almost puppy-like gaze.

Maki, ever the observant one, immediately noticed the change. He raised an eyebrow, glancing at you for a second before looking away, pretending not to notice. “What’s that look for?” he asked, trying to stay casual.

You didn’t respond, just continuing to gaze at him with your doe eyes, and this time, you added a little tilt of your head, just enough to make it even more convincing.

He sighed, closing his eyes in mock frustration. “Come on, you can’t be serious right now.” He glanced back at you, trying not to smile. “What do you want?”

You leaned in closer, eyes still locked on him. “Well… I was thinking maybe you could help me with that thing we talked about earlier,” you said softly, your voice just the right amount of sweet.

Maki rolled his eyes, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching upward. He tried to hold back his smile, but it was clear that the puppy eyes were working their magic. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, shaking his head as he reached for his phone. “Fine, what is it? I swear, you know how to get me every time.”

You grinned triumphantly, leaning against him. “Thanks, Maki. You’re the best.”

Maki let out a dramatic sigh, but his grin didn’t quite hide his affection. “I’m only doing this because you’re lucky I’m whipped for you,” he teased, a little more fondly than he intended.

“You’re not fooling anyone,” you said, playfully nudging him. “I know I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.”

He smirked at you, finally giving in fully. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get used to it,” he said, even though it was clear he didn’t mind helping you out one bit.

It wasn’t about the task at hand. It was about the way you knew how to get to him, and that was something Maki would never admit was his weakness.

Word count : 3274 | serapharua, 2025.

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Guts Serie

Get Him Back!

Pairing: K X READER

SYNOPSIS: How to get back at your douchebag of an ex? That is simply just getting together with his number one enemy. One tip don't do that when you are drunk or your life could turn upside down.

Status: Being written

Love Is Embarrassing

Pairing: Ni-Ki X READER

SYNOPSIS: Love was not anything like what you expected it to be, it was embarrassing. It was only bringing you heartbreak. Or at least what you used to think.

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All-American Bxtch

Pairing: FUMA X READER

SYNOPSIS: The perfect daughter perfect student, perfect girlfriend. Or that is what everyone thinks, except for him. He believes there is something more about you then what meets the eye.

Status: in progress

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bf texts :: murata fuma

pairing :: nonidol! murata fuma x f! reader

genre :: established relationship, fluff, smau

warnings :: none

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a/n :: thank you anon for requesting this, as i've always said i enjoy making these so i hope you enjoy reading them too♡ bf fuma is just everything.. one chance pls🙏🏻🙏🏻

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⼺　BABY FEVER　( エンティーム )

genre fluff , headcanons , parent au , &team hyung line (plus yuma) x fem!reader (implied marriage for all hcs)   cw food mention , toddler/baby stuff , yuma's child is incredibly sassy , not proofread   wc 1170   request no   note cien did this to me he put these thoughts in my head (well actually i thought of the thoughts myself BUT STILL) and i am in shambles &team as dads :(   net @kstrucknet @lune-net

KOGA YUDAI ﾐ 古賀祐大

he’s probably a boy and girl dad, so ends up having at least two kids

but his true form is a goofy dad

will match his childrens energy 200%

always making silly faces and getting them to laugh

would carry them on his shoulders, swing them around, hold them upside down, do the little airplane flying when he’s lying on the ground, etc

all the types of play that are exciting when they’re little

there’s not a day where he fails to find a new activity to entertain your children even as they grow older

from newborn to first day of kindergarten, yudai wants to have fun with his kids 

he’ll definitely put them in dance classes when they’re little, but if dance isn’t their thing, that’s fine too!

would always encourage sports and physical activity as main hobbies so that his kids can create memories outdoors while staying active 

and he will never miss a game

his children will also be best dressed, taking after their father’s fashion

he loves to dress up his kids and picks the cutest matching outfits for them as well

his camera roll is filled with them and only them (and a few pics of you he snapped while you weren’t looking— he loves his candids)

MURATA FUMA ﾐ 村田風雅

boy dad, and his son is like his carbon copy

pokemon was the toy of choice since his child was still in the womb, and heck, you probably have a pokemon themed nursery, as well as plushies, clothes, and other toys

his kid’s favourite pokemons are probably snorlax or mudkip which goes adorably for buying things

frankly fuma is out of control with it

his son loves it, he himself is obsessed with it, there’s no cap on the budget when it comes to bonding with his child over the simple collectibles 

he’s the best at introducing new foods to his son, even when he’s scared to try something

seeing his dad eat it and make it look like the yummiest thing always works like a charm

you have your husband to thank for getting your toddler to actually enjoy vegetables 

although fuma is a bit paranoid about his child’s health

and absolutely panics whenever his son is sick

he’s not the type to fuss over “healthy” food— as long as his son is eating and getting the nutrients he needs, fuma will absolutely allow sweet treats

speaking of worrying, fuma is a huge worrier :(

he can’t help but be concerned over the littlest things when it comes to his son 

very protective over him, but also gives him advice and guidance and is easily the best role model you could ask for your son to have

WANG YIXIANG ﾐ 王奕翔

he’s a boy dad and his son is just as much of a softie as he is

raises the shyest kid to ever walk the earth

has to always encourage his son to make new friends or try new things

because his little boy is just so hesitant and afraid of so many things

nicholas wants to show his son how fun things can be as well as dispelling the fear that his kid has

this takes little baby steps and hand holding, but nicholas is the best at being patient and comforting with his son

always tries to give his son a healthy push, but when it gets overwhelming, he understands as well

every small milestone is celebrated like it’s a big deal

because to nicholas, it is

every time he sees his son smile, his heart bursts in his chest 

he has the closest bond imaginable with his child, and as such, often spends time playing with him alone even after he’s reached the age that most kids would want to play with their friends

will sing and play guitar or piano with his son, which is one of the few things that isn’t so terrifying to his little brain 

even when a wrong note is pressed, the two can laugh it off together and enjoy the process of learning new songs together

he has the cutest father son musical duets to show off to you

BYUN EUIJOO ﾐ 변의주

girl dad in the house

his little daughter will grow up to love watching movies, especially ghibli ones

and well, ponyo may be her favourite for a reason

points and giggles whenever she sees ponyo to compare with her dad

euijoo can’t get over how cute it is every time

he’s the soft and caring type of dad, like he’s incapable of ever getting mad at his daughter

he will scold her when she does something wrong, although it breaks his heart to see her pout and tears

he’s the best at comforting her as well, and it seems as if there’s no safer place than in her father’s arms

loves to play dress up with his daughter, whether it’s a princess tea party or dinosaur onesies 

tries to learn how to do his daughter’s hair, to varying success

but he is the best at picking out bows or cute hair accessories for her

reads a bedtime story to her every night, and sometimes has to think of his own stories off the top of his head when his little girl insists on making a new story together

loves to go on walks with his kid or plan cute picnics

peels oranges for his daughter, they’re her favourite fruit

she likes to eat the segments from biggest to smallest saving the cutest piece of orange for last

NAKAKITA YUMA ﾐ 中耒田悠真

this man is a girl dad and he creates the sassiest child by accident

every time his daughter shows you attitude, he has to remind her that it’s no way to treat her mother

you blame yuma for your daughter’s sassiness

yuma is convinced it was partly you as well

either way, you have a bold and cheeky toddler on your hands, and dealing with her can be hard work 

fighting her sassiness with more sassiness only works part of the time

gentle words aren’t too effective, yet strongly worded ones often give the opposite affect yuma and you intend

whenever yuma has to introduce his daughter to new people, he’s always a little nervous about how she’ll behave

but he quickly figures out that she knows when and where she can have attitude, and puts on the perfect princess act around strangers

 it makes yuma laugh and also slightly impresses him the grasp his daughter has on people already 

despite it sometimes feeling like fighting fire with fire, yuma and his kid have a very close bond

and he would protect her from anything 

he’s proud of the things she can do as well— her sassy sarcastic attitude shows how smart she really is, and witty as well

although she may not use it for the most perfect reasons

yuma can always joke around and laugh with his kid, his humour matching his daughter’s perfectly

and sometimes he enjoys seeing who can be sassier (it is always his daughter)

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୨୧ 一 &TEAM BEING YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND . . !

ot9 &team — GENRE : imagines headcanon fluff — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : none — REQUESTED : yes :) ☆ — &t masterlist

K :

K’s eyes widen slightly when you tell him, his usual confident expression softening with surprise. “Wait… really?” he asks, tilting his head as if he needs to make sure he heard you right.

When you nod, a slow, almost boyish smile spreads across his face. “That’s kinda crazy… but also really cool.”

Unlike some of the others who might overthink it, K takes the news in stride. He’s honored, sure, but more than anything, he’s excited. From that moment on, he makes it his personal mission to make every “first” with him the best experience possible.

• First date? He goes all out. He’s planning a full-day adventure—maybe a fun amusement park date, a late-night walk under city lights, or something thrilling to get your adrenaline pumping (“Trust me, it’ll be unforgettable,” he grins).

• First time holding hands? It’s casual and effortless. One second your hands are brushing, the next, he just takes it without hesitation, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

• First kiss? He teases you about it beforehand, “So, how do you wanna do this? Slow and romantic? Or should I just surprise you?”, but when the moment actually comes, he’s surprisingly gentle. The teasing disappears, replaced by pure sincerity as he kisses you softly, lingering just enough to make your heart race.

Though K is naturally playful and confident, he never makes you feel pressured. He checks in often, “You okay?” “Is this too much?” “Tell me if you need me to slow down.”, always making sure you’re comfortable.

And while he’s the type to joke around, there are moments when he gets serious, too. One night, after a long conversation about relationships, he looks over at you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

“You know… just ‘cause I’m your first doesn’t mean I wanna be just a stepping stone,” he says, voice quieter than usual. “I wanna be someone you remember in the best way. Someone who sets the bar high.”

You can tell, he’s not just your first boyfriend. He wants to be your best one, too.

FUMA :

Fuma blinks a few times when you tell him, then lets out a small, surprised laugh. “Wait, for real?” He rubs the back of his neck, his usual laid-back demeanor faltering for a second as he processes it.

Then, his smile softens. “That’s… kinda special, huh?”

Fuma isn’t the type to overreact, but you can tell it means a lot to him. There’s something warm and reassuring in the way he looks at you, like he’s silently promising to take good care of your heart.

• First date? He keeps it chill, maybe a cozy café or a walk by the river, somewhere you can talk and laugh without pressure. “I just wanna spend time with you. That’s all that matters,” he says with a smile.

• First time holding hands? He lets you set the pace. He might brush his fingers against yours a few times, testing the waters, but the moment you take his hand, he grips it firmly, running his thumb over your skin to reassure you.

• First kiss? He teases you a little beforehand, “Nervous? Don’t worry, I’ll make it easy for you,”, but when the moment comes, he’s gentle, unrushed, letting you melt into him at your own pace.

Fuma is incredibly patient with you, never rushing any milestone. He always checks in, making sure you’re comfortable before taking another step forward.

But there’s also a quiet protectiveness in the way he treats you. One night, after a deep conversation, he pulls you closer, his voice lower, more serious than usual.

“Being your first… it’s a big deal to me,” he admits. “I don’t take it lightly. I wanna be someone you look back on and smile, not someone who made you regret anything.”

You realize then, Fuma isn’t just here to be your first boyfriend. He’s here to be someone who truly matters to you.

NICHOLAS :

Nicholas’s eyes widen in surprise when you tell him, his lips parting slightly as if he’s processing the weight of what you’ve just said. “Wait, I’m your first?” he asks, a playful glint in his eye, but there’s an undeniable warmth in his smile.

His reaction is a mix of honor and excitement. He feels like he’s been entrusted with something precious. Nicholas isn’t one to shy away from big emotions, so he’s quick to express how important it is to him. “That’s… amazing, honestly. I’m honored,” he says, his voice sincere and filled with a hint of awe.

• First date? Nicholas might surprise you with something a little extra special, like an intimate dinner under the stars or a fun adventure in the city. “I want to make this unforgettable for you,” he says with a grin, clearly trying to give you a night you’ll always remember.

• First time holding hands? He’ll make it feel like a movie moment, where he gently takes your hand and looks at you with a soft smile. “There’s nothing I want more than to hold your hand,” he murmurs, making sure you feel secure in his grip.

• First kiss? He leans in with a confident but gentle air, kissing you slowly, letting the moment linger and leaving you breathless. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he admits with a wink afterward, his voice low and affectionate.

With Nicholas, there’s a confidence in his love for you, but also a deep respect for your feelings and your pace. He’s always careful, always present, and always making sure you feel cared for.

When you talk about it later, he gives you a soft laugh. “I’m glad it’s me. And I’ll make sure you’re never disappointed, no matter what.” There’s a promise in his voice, a vow to be your constant, steady presence as your first boyfriend, and that assurance settles deep within you.

he’s also your protector, your encourager, and your biggest fan. He’ll make you feel special in ways you never thought possible.

EJ :

Euijoo’s expression softens in complete surprise when you tell him, his eyes widening for a moment as if he’s trying to fully grasp what you’ve just shared with him. “Wait, really? I’m your first?” he asks, a slight chuckle escaping him, but his tone is filled with a warmth that makes you feel like the luckiest person alive.

It’s clear from the way he looks at you, his gaze soft, his lips curling into a genuine smile—that he’s moved by the fact that you chose him. He’s honored, but there’s also a quiet tenderness in his reaction. “I… I don’t even know what to say. That means a lot to me,” he admits, his voice low, almost in awe of the responsibility you’ve entrusted him with.

• First date? Euijoo would want to make it special, but not over the top. He might take you to a quiet, cozy café, somewhere where you two can talk and laugh without distractions. “I want this to be perfect for you,” he says, his fingers brushing lightly against yours, making sure every moment feels like a memory in the making.

• First time holding hands? He’ll be shy but absolutely happy when the moment comes. His hand will hover near yours for a second before he gently takes it in his, his fingers wrapping around yours with a sense of warmth and care.

• First kiss? When the moment comes, Euijoo leans in with a mixture of hesitation and excitement, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, slow kiss. He’ll make sure you’re comfortable, giving you time to respond and savor the moment.

For Euijoo, being your first boyfriend isn’t just a title, it’s a promise. He’ll always take things at your pace, making sure you feel cherished and valued every step of the way. You can sense the deep care he has for you, and with every moment, you’ll feel more secure in his love.

Later, as you talk about it, he’ll laugh softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “I’m really happy it’s me. I’ll always make sure you feel safe and loved, no matter what,” he says, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

he’s the kind of boyfriend who’s steady, thoughtful, and always there to remind you how special you are.

YUMA :

Yuma’s eyes widen, and for a second, he almost looks like he’s holding his breath. His face lights up with a mix of surprise and something deeper, a warmth that spreads across his features. “Wait, really? I’m your first?” His voice is soft, almost a little in disbelief, but his smile quickly softens into something sincere and full of affection.

He’s not one to shy away from big emotions, but he’s also a little stunned by how important this moment is. “Wow… I didn’t expect that. I’m really honored,” he says, his voice quiet but meaningful. It’s clear that he feels both a sense of responsibility and a deep affection for you.

• First date? Yuma would want it to be exciting but low-key, maybe something adventurous. He might take you to a fun amusement park, a new movie, or somewhere that would give you both a chance to laugh and bond. “I want our first date to be something memorable,” he says with a playful grin, eager to make you feel special while keeping the mood lighthearted.

• First time holding hands? He’d be a little shy, but also eager to show you how much he likes you. When his hand gently touches yours, he’ll give you a smile full of excitement and a hint of nervousness. “Feels right,” he murmurs, clearly happy, but still taking in the significance of the moment.

• First kiss? Yuma’s first kiss would be full of excitement and maybe a bit of playful energy. He might lean in a little too fast, but when his lips meet yours, it’s tender and full of promise. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he admits afterward, laughing softly, his fingers brushing against your cheek as if still trying to process the sweetness of the moment.

With Yuma, you get a sense of joy and eagerness mixed with deep care. He’s always trying to make sure you’re enjoying the moment, but he’s also incredibly considerate, wanting to ensure that every new experience feels right for both of you.

Later, as you talk about it, he’ll chuckle softly. “I’m really glad I’m your first,” he says with a grin, clearly proud but in an endearing way. “I’ll make sure you feel happy and comfortable, this is just the beginning, after all.”

he’s the guy who’s going to keep things fun and lighthearted, but also full of genuine affection. He’s all about making you feel like the most important person in the room.

JO :

Jo’s eyes soften with surprise when you tell him, and for a brief moment, he doesn’t quite know how to respond. His usual confident smile falters, replaced by something a little more vulnerable, a gentle mix of pride and sincerity. “I’m your first? Wow… That means a lot,” he says, his voice unusually tender, as if processing the weight of what you’ve just shared.

He’s someone who values deep connections, so knowing he’s your first is something he takes seriously. “I’m honored,” Jo admits, his voice full of warmth and reassurance. It’s clear he wants to make sure you feel loved and cherished.

• First date? Jo would go for something romantic but also intimate. He’d probably plan a quiet dinner at a cozy restaurant or a picnic under the stars. “I want our first date to be something special, something you’ll always remember,” he says with a smile that feels genuine, his care for you shining through.

• First time holding hands? Jo would take his time, gently intertwining his fingers with yours, his eyes meeting yours with a soft, reassuring smile. “This feels… perfect,” he’d say, his tone calm but filled with affection, making sure you’re comfortable and at ease.

• First kiss? His kiss would be slow and tender, not rushed, as if savoring the moment. Jo’s lips would hover just above yours for a second, looking at you with those soft, warm eyes. When he kisses you, it’s soft and meaningful, full of the love and respect he feels for you. “I’ve wanted this,” he whispers after, his voice deep but tender, and there’s a sincerity in his gaze that makes your heart skip a beat.

With Jo, it’s all about the emotional connection. He’s not in a rush, and every touch and word is a reflection of how deeply he cares about you. He would make sure that every moment feels right and comfortable, with no pressure.

Later, as you reflect on the moment, Jo’s smile would be full of pride. “I’m really happy it’s me,” he says, his voice soft and sincere. “I want to be everything you need, every step of the way.”

Jo isn’t just your first boyfriend, he’s the one who will always be there, patient and loving, making sure that you feel secure and adored in every step of your relationship.

HARUA :

When you tell Harua that he’s your first, he freezes for a second, eyes widening in surprise before a shy, gentle smile tugs at his lips. “Wait… really?” he asks softly, a hint of disbelief in his voice, but there’s no mistaking the affection and pride in his expression. “I… I didn’t expect that.” Harua’s usually the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, so knowing that he’s your first is both humbling and exciting for him.

He takes a moment, processing your words, before his eyes meet yours, full of sincerity. “I’m honored,” he says, his voice sincere, his usually playful demeanor replaced by something deeper. He makes sure to show you just how much this means to him, feeling like he’s been given a special role in your life.

• First date? Harua would make sure your first date is memorable in the sweetest way. He might take you somewhere simple yet meaningful, like a cozy café or a walk in the park, and he’d insist on carrying your things just to show how much he cares. “I want to make sure you’re happy,” he’d say, his smile shy but full of warmth.

• First time holding hands? Harua’s hand would feel warm and a little nervous as he reaches out for yours. When your hands finally touch, he’d give a soft laugh, almost to himself. “This feels nice,” he’d say quietly, squeezing your hand gently, as if he’s savoring the moment. His nervousness would melt away, replaced by a quiet happiness, knowing you’re here with him.

• First kiss? Harua would be sweet and tender, leaning in slowly as if he doesn’t want to rush a single moment of it. His lips would meet yours softly, lingering for just a moment longer than you might expect, making sure that everything feels right. After the kiss, he’d pull away, his cheeks flushed slightly. “That was… perfect,” he’d say, his voice still soft, but full of contentment.

Harua’s the type of boyfriend who’ll make you feel like everything you do together is special, even the smallest moments. His warmth, sincerity, and care will ensure you never feel rushed, but rather, cherished every step of the way.

Later, Harua would give you a soft, goofy smile. “I’m really happy it’s me,” he’d say, his tone gentle but filled with affection. “I’ll make sure you’re always taken care of, and we’ll make lots of amazing memories together.”

He’s the one who will always make sure you feel adored, understood, and completely comfortable with every step of your relationship.

TAKI :

The moment the words leave your lips, Taki freezes mid-motion, his eyes widening as he processes what you just said.

“Wait… I’m your first? Like… first ever?” He points at himself in disbelief, his brows raised so high they might disappear into his hair.

When you nod, his mouth falls open slightly before he suddenly buries his face in his hands, his ears turning bright red.

“Oh my gosh, that’s so much pressure!” he exclaims, his voice muffled through his hands. “What if I mess up? What if I’m terrible at this? What if—”

You laugh, reaching out to pull his hands away, and the second your fingers touch, he stops rambling and just stares at you. His eyes soften, and after a moment, he exhales a deep breath before offering you a small, almost shy smile.

“Okay, okay. I just… wow. That’s really special.”

Despite his usual playful and energetic nature, Taki takes this seriously. You can see the way he straightens up slightly, nodding to himself as if silently promising to do his best.

“Alright then! That means I have to be the best first boyfriend ever!” He puffs out his chest dramatically before quickly deflating. “Wait… what does that even mean?”

From that moment on, Taki goes into full-on ‘Best Boyfriend Mode.’

• First date? He overthinks it, planning something elaborate before panicking and just suggesting something fun and spontaneous, probably an arcade or a food stall hopping date.

• First time holding hands? He grins like an idiot the whole time and swings your hands back and forth just because he thinks it’s cute.

• First kiss? He gets super nervous, fidgeting and second-guessing himself before finally just going for it. And afterward, he buries his face in your shoulder out of embarrassment, giggling nonstop.

Even though he can be goofy and playful, you notice that Taki is incredibly thoughtful. He pays attention to the things that make you smile and does his best to make sure your first relationship is filled with fun, laughter, and sweet memories.

One day, while you’re sitting together, he suddenly looks at you with a rare, serious expression.

“Hey… does it feel okay? Being with me, I mean.” His voice is softer, more unsure.

You tell him that being with him feels perfect. That you wouldn’t want anyone else as your first.

His whole face lights up instantly, and he throws his arms around you, squeezing you tightly.

“Ahhh! You’re too cute! I swear, I’m gonna make sure you never regret this!”

And he means it. Taki may be your first, but he’ll do everything he can to make sure he’s also your favorite.

MAKI :

Maki blinks at you, momentarily stunned. He wasn’t expecting that.

“Wait… I’m your first? Like, your first ever boyfriend?” His voice is calm, but there’s a flicker of surprise in his usually collected expression.

When you nod, he leans back slightly, his brows knitting together as if he’s trying to process the weight of what you just told him. He doesn’t say anything right away, and for a second, you wonder if he’s overthinking it.

Then, after a moment, he exhales softly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“That’s… kind of an honor,” he admits, his voice quieter now, more sincere. “I just want to make sure I do this right.”

Maki might not show his emotions as openly as the others, but deep down, he takes this seriously. From the moment he realizes he’s your first, he becomes more thoughtful, more careful, making sure every moment feels special.

• First date? He plans it with so much attention to detail—somewhere quiet and meaningful, like a scenic park or a cozy little café where you can actually talk and enjoy each other’s company.

• First time holding hands? He doesn’t rush it. He waits until it feels natural, until one day, he just casually intertwines your fingers with his as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

• First kiss? He hesitates at first, not because he doesn’t want to, but because he wants it to be perfect. When he finally leans in, his touch is gentle, deliberate, and filled with unspoken emotion.

Even though Maki isn’t the type to be overly affectionate in public, you notice the small, meaningful ways he shows he cares.

• He listens. He remembers the little things you say, even if it’s just a passing comment about your favorite snack or a song you like.

• He checks in on you. Even if he doesn’t say much, you get texts like, “Did you eat?” or “Get home safe.”

• He respects your space. He doesn’t push you into anything you’re not ready for, always making sure you’re comfortable.

One evening, as you sit together in comfortable silence, Maki glances over at you. His eyes are warm, a rare softness in them that he doesn’t often show.

“I know I’m your first,” he murmurs, his fingers lightly tracing circles against the back of your hand. “But I also want to be someone you’ll always remember in a good way.”

You squeeze his hand, reassuring him that he already is.

Maki might not always say it outright, but he loves deeply in his own quiet way. And being your first? He sees it as a privilege, one he’ll never take for granted.

Word count : 3517 | serapharua, 2025.

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୨୧ 一 &TEAM REACTION TO YOU BEING SICK AND CLINGY

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K :

The rain taps gently on the windows like a lullaby, soft and steady. You’re bundled under a mountain of blankets on the couch, cheeks flushed with fever, body heavy and aching. It’s the kind of sick that turns the world blurry around the edges. All you want is him, his warmth, his steadiness, his voice.

K returns from the kitchen, balancing a cup of warm tea in one hand and a cool cloth in the other. The moment his eyes meet yours, wide and quietly pleading, his expression softens.

“Still not feeling good, huh?” he murmurs, setting the tea down carefully.

You don’t respond, just stretch your arms out like a child asking to be held. There’s no shame in it, not with him. K gives a small laugh, breathy and fond, before settling down beside you. He lets you curl into him, your head resting against his chest as his arm wraps around your shoulders like second nature.

“Clingy today,” he teases gently, fingers stroking your hair. “Guess I don’t mind.”

And he doesn’t. Not at all. If anything, it makes him feel needed in a quiet, important way. His presence grounds you, his heartbeat beneath your ear like a lullaby, strong and constant. He doesn’t try to pull away or tell you to rest more or even shift to get comfortable himself, he simply holds you, body curved around yours like a shelter.

As the storm outside rumbles softly and the fever makes you drowsy, K whispers now and then, his voice low and careful.

“Just sleep, yeah? I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And he is. Even when you doze off mid-sentence, even when you grip his hoodie like a lifeline. Even when you murmur his name in your sleep.

K stays, warm, quiet, and unshakably patient, like a lighthouse in your stormy head.

FUMA :

You didn’t mean to be this clingy. Really, you didn’t.

But being sick somehow reduces you to your most vulnerable self, and the moment Fuma walks through the door, kicking off his shoes and calling out your name, you shuffle toward him like a lost puppy. You’re bundled in a hoodie far too big for you, his, actually, and your face is flushed from fever, eyes glassy and rimmed with exhaustion.

He stops mid-step, eyes instantly scanning your expression.

“Ahh, you’re still burning up,” he murmurs, setting down the grocery bag of medicine and soup. “Did you miss me that much?”

You nod wordlessly and reach for him, hands outstretched. Fuma doesn’t hesitate, not even for a second. He closes the distance and wraps his arms around you, slow and secure, like he’s putting the whole world back together for you.

“You’re really attached today, huh?” he teases softly, rocking you a little in his arms. His voice is light, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips, and something quieter in his eyes, concern, affection, relief that you’re still you, even if you’re sick and clinging like Velcro.

Fuma is practical about the situation, he always is. He helps you back to the couch, makes sure you’re wrapped in blankets just right, and insists you take your medicine. But all the while, you don’t let go of his sleeve, or the hem of his shirt, or his hand.

And Fuma lets you.

In fact, once everything is settled, he settles in right next to you, letting your legs tangle with his as he adjusts the pillow behind your back. His hand finds your hair, smoothing it gently.

“You’re so clingy when you’re sick,” he says again, half-laughing.

“But I like it,” he adds, quieter this time. “Makes me feel like I can actually take care of you.”

He stays through the sniffles, the dramatic groans, the quiet neediness. And when your head rests against his chest, his heartbeat slow and steady under your cheek, you hear him hum something soft, a melody just for you, warm and healing.

With Fuma, even feeling miserable is oddly comforting.

NICHOLAS :

It starts with a text.

“I feel gross. I miss you.”

Simple. Half-whiny. Barely coherent. But Nicholas knows your moods like the back of his hand, and this one is clear: you’re sick, and you’re reaching out.

He’s at your door not long after, hood up, arms full of things you didn’t ask for but he knew you needed. Ginger tea, congee in a thermos, cough drops, and that soft little plush you once pointed out in a shop window and promptly forgot.

You crack the door open, nose red and eyes heavy, and Nicholas doesn’t say anything at first. He just smiles, gentle and lopsided, with a softness that could melt through the thickest layers of congestion.

“I got you the ugly little bear thing,” he says, holding it up. “Thought it might cheer you up.”

You don’t even look at it. You just hold your arms out and make the smallest sound: “Come here.”

Nicholas chuckles, stepping inside without hesitation. He kicks off his shoes and shrugs off his coat, letting you wrap your arms around his middle like it’s the only thing holding you together. You bury your face against his chest, and he holds you there, one hand stroking your back, the other still holding the bear.

“You’re so clingy when you’re sick,” he murmurs, but he’s already guiding you to the couch, letting you drape yourself over him like a weighted blanket in reverse.

He lets you lie on him while he talks, nothing too loud, just a soft stream of comforting nonsense. Updates on his day, a dumb thing Taki said during practice, how the barista at his favorite café messed up his order but smiled too sweetly for him to complain. All while his fingers run gently through your hair, slow and rhythmic.

“You want tea? Or just me?”

“…Just you,” you mumble, voice thick with congestion and drowsiness.

Nicholas kisses the crown of your head, laughter dancing behind his breath. “Lucky for you, I brought both.”

And when you fall asleep, arm slung around his waist, breath hitching slightly from your stuffy nose, he doesn’t move. Not an inch. He just holds you tighter, tucks the blanket up around your shoulders, and stays.

Because if being sick turns you into a koala, Nicholas is more than happy to be your tree.

EJ :

When Euijoo gets your text, just a sad little “i don’t feel good”, he’s already halfway to grabbing his coat. He doesn’t even wait for you to ask. He just knows. You don’t get sick often, but when you do? You turn into a magnet for comfort, and there’s nowhere you’d rather be than wrapped up in him.

He knocks softly, even though you told him to come in. That’s just how he is, gentle, respectful, always checking in. When he sees you, bundled in blankets with a flushed face and bleary eyes, something in his expression softens completely.

“Oh no,” he murmurs, dropping to his knees in front of you like it’s instinct. “You look like you fought a war in your sleep.”

You pout, throat too sore to joke back, and instead you tug at his hoodie, wordlessly asking him to come closer.

Euijoo does, without hesitation. He sits beside you on the couch, letting you flop across his lap like a tired cat. His hand finds your back, rubbing slow circles, and he leans down to press a featherlight kiss to your temple.

“You didn’t even take your meds yet, did you?” he says, voice warm with fondness, not scolding. “You’re just waiting for me to take care of everything, huh?”

You nod pitifully. He chuckles.

“Okay. I’ll be your nurse,” he says softly, brushing hair away from your forehead. “But you owe me endless cuddles when you’re better.”

The rest of the day is hushed and slow. Euijoo speaks in a near-whisper, like even his voice might disturb your rest. He wipes your forehead with a cool cloth, feeds you warm spoonfuls of porridge with quiet concentration, and murmurs encouragements like, “You’re doing so well,” even when all you’re doing is sipping water.

And when you get especially clingy, arms wrapped around his middle, refusing to let him go even to grab your tissues, he just laughs under his breath and adjusts so you’re both lying down, your face tucked under his chin.

“Alright, alright,” he says gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Later, when you fall asleep on his chest, Euijoo doesn’t move a muscle. He just holds you like something delicate, brushing lazy patterns across your back and whispering, “You’re safe. Just rest.”

Because for Euijoo, love isn’t loud. It’s in the stillness. The care. The way he lets you lean on him completely, especially when you’re too tired to stand on your own.

YUMA :

When you message Yuma saying, “I feel like a soggy tissue. please help,” he sends a voice note back that’s 80% gasp, 10% dramatic wail, and 10% “I’m on my way.”

He shows up at your door in his favorite hoodie, a paper bag of cozy supplies tucked under one arm, and his hair slightly tousled like he ran all the way. He doesn’t even wait for you to greet him properly, he’s already toeing off his shoes and marching in with a determined look.

“Okay, first of all, soggy tissue??” he scolds playfully, kneeling beside you with a hand on your forehead. “That’s way too accurate. You do look kind of… squishy.”

You groan in protest, and he grins, dimples flashing.

“Sorry, sorry,” he adds, voice softening. “But you still look cute. Like a fevered little bunny.”

You pout dramatically, reaching out for him. Yuma doesn’t hesitate, he slides right next to you, lets you bury your face in his chest, and wraps you up like it’s second nature. His arms are warm and secure, but never smothering. He has a way of making you feel held and free all at once.

“I brought everything,” he says proudly. “Cough drops, that weird rice porridge you like, and the fluffy socks that make you feel like you’re walking on clouds.”

He makes the porridge in your kitchen like he’s done it a hundred times, humming a tune while you watch him from the couch, your blanket pulled up to your nose. When he brings it to you, he blows on each spoonful and feeds it to you, smiling when your eyes flutter closed in comfort.

“Good?” he whispers, voice low and sweet.

You nod and tug his sleeve.

When the clinginess kicks in hard, when you refuse to let go of him even while half-asleep, Yuma just laughs and readjusts so your limbs can tangle comfortably.

“You’re like velcro,” he teases softly, nuzzling his cheek against yours. “But I don’t mind. I’m your plushie today, huh?”

And that’s exactly how he acts. He lets you cling. Lets you sleep on him, talk nonsense in your fever haze, whine that your throat feels like sandpaper, and he’s there through it all with warmth and humor and an unshakable tenderness. He even teaches you a goofy healing dance he made up on the spot, just to make you laugh, your stuffy giggles muffled into his hoodie.

When you finally fall asleep on his chest, his hand strokes your hair with rhythmic care.

JO :

You’re not even sure how he got there so fast. One moment, you send a pathetic little text, “i’m sick and sad. come hold me.”, and the next, your apartment smells like the familiar mix of clean cotton and Jo’s subtle cologne.

He doesn’t knock loudly. He slips in like the gentlest breeze, a grocery bag in one hand and a thick blanket folded over the other. He closes the door with a soft click, kicks off his shoes, and glances around until he sees your bundled form on the couch.

“Hey, angel,” he says, his voice low and soft, a kind of hush that feels made for quiet rooms and pounding headaches. “You look like a little ghost.”

You peek out from your blanket cocoon with a groggy whimper, arms stretching toward him in silent desperation.

Jo doesn’t hesitate. He kneels beside you, brushing a hand across your forehead with featherlight fingers. “Hot,” he murmurs, brows knitting. “But still cute. That should be illegal.”

You try to smile, but mostly you just whimper again, sick and clingy and needy in the way that only comes when your body gives up and begs for comfort.

Jo climbs onto the couch without another word, adjusting the blanket so you’re curled against his chest. He smells like warm laundry and, pencil graphite, and the faint trace of caramel from the candy he’s always chewing. His arms slide around you like they were built for it. Like he was meant to hold you when you’re feeling like death warmed over.

“I brought honey lemon tea,” he murmurs into your hair. “And a forehead pack. You wanna eat something, or just hold onto me for a while?”

Your only answer is to grip the front of his sweatshirt with trembling fingers.

Jo just smiles.

“Alright,” he whispers. “I’m here. You can cling all you want.”

And you do. Every time he tries to move, to fetch your tea, or grab the remote, you tug him back down with the tiniest whine, your fingers curled in his sleeve like a lifeline. He teases you gently, never mean, never frustrated.

“So needy,” he says with a soft laugh, pressing a kiss to your fever-warm temple.

When you finally doze off, breath hitching a little with the congestion, Jo doesn’t move. He stays perfectly still, one hand stroking slow circles over your back, the other resting over your heartbeat like he’s syncing with it.

HARUA :

You hadn’t meant to whine so much over the phone, but your throat hurt, your nose was stuffy, and nothing felt right unless Harua was near. So when you texted him with a half-coherent, “I feel awful. Please come over,” you weren’t expecting him to drop everything.

But he did.

There’s a knock at the door just a little while later, polite, light, exactly like him, and when you open it, there he is. Face soft with concern, arms full of everything you didn’t know you needed: your favorite snacks, cold medicine, a bottle of water with a silly sticker on it, and the plushie he accidentally won for you at a claw machine last month.

“Hi,” he says quietly, eyes scanning your face. “You look miserable.” Then, after a heartbeat: “Still cute, though.”

You blink up at him, pouty and congested, and then you just… melt. Arms thrown around his middle, face buried in his hoodie. He lets out a small breath of surprise, but wraps his arms around you without hesitation, pressing his cheek gently against your hair.

“You missed me that much?” he murmurs, voice like warm tea.

Once he gets you back to the couch, he’s calm and efficient, the kind of quiet care that never feels rushed. He puts on a cozy playlist, tucks you in like he’s wrapping a delicate gift, and brushes your hair back with the tips of his fingers. He doesn’t make a big deal of your clinginess, not even when you insist on holding his hand the entire time.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he reassures softly, squeezing your fingers. “Even if you fall asleep like this.”

When you rest your head on his shoulder, he shifts just enough to make it comfortable for you, then stays perfectly still. His other hand starts tracing slow, soothing circles along your back, not to tease, not to distract, just to be there.

Harua doesn’t say much. He doesn’t have to. It’s in the way he stays close, the way he patiently listens when you groggily ramble, the way he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in the world, even with tissues stuffed up your sleeve and your voice two octaves lower than usual.

“You can be as clingy as you want,” he whispers when your fingers twitch around his. “I don’t mind. I… like being needed.”

You fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat under your ear and the faint hum of him quietly singing something soft, just for you.

TAKI :

You’re wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, nose red and stuffy, eyes droopy from a fever that refuses to break. Everything aches, your head, your throat, your muscles, and worst of all, you miss Taki. He’s your comfort. Your warm hoodie in winter. Your favorite song. Your peace.

So you do what any reasonable, clingy, miserable person would do: you send him a pitiful voice memo that’s mostly sniffles and his name said like a whimper.

Not even twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings. You peek out from your cocoon of tissues and wool to see Taki, cheeks flushed from the cold, carrying a bag way too big for someone his size. “Emergency delivery!” he says cheerfully, flashing you the brightest smile he can manage, even though he clearly clocked how awful you look.

He doesn’t mind. Not even a little.

“You poor thing,” he coos, toeing off his shoes before making a beeline to the couch. “You look like a baby duck who got caught in the rain.”

You groan, flopping over, already reaching for him. “C’mere.”

Taki laughs softly and slides right in next to you without hesitation, kicking off his jacket and letting you climb into his lap, head on his shoulder, arms curled around him. He shifts carefully so you’re tucked just right, like he’s done this a hundred times before. Like it’s natural.

“You can cling all you want,” he whispers, nose brushing your temple. “I like it. Makes me feel important.”

While you mumble something incomprehensible into his chest, he hums a little song, one he made up on the spot, just to lull you into comfort. His fingers stroke gently through your hair, careful not to tug, and when he notices you shivering, he tightens the blanket around both of you like he’s the protector of your tiny, warm world.

He keeps talking in that low, sweet voice of his, saying the most random, comforting things, about a dog he saw on the way over, how he almost slipped on the ice, how he thinks you’d look really cute in matching pajamas with him. “Next time I’ll bring some. Fluffy ones. Blue, maybe? Or should we go pink?”

You’re too sick to answer, but you smile anyway.

And when you start to drift off, still clinging to him like a lifeline, he whispers one last thing before pressing a kiss to your hair:

“You always take care of me, even when you don’t know it. So let me do it for you now, okay?”

MAKI :

You’re usually the one bouncing around with him, matching his jokes, nudging his side, keeping up with his endless energy. But today… you’re a puddle on the couch. Blankets up to your chin, cheeks flushed with fever, and your voice reduced to a pathetic croak. You want tea, soup, and above all, Maki.

You shoot him a sleepy text: “come here :( I’m sick and sad.”

And like magic, he appears.

He bursts into the room still catching his breath, cheeks pink from rushing over. “You should've told me you were sick sooner!” he exclaims, already dropping his bag and making a beeline for you.

You sit up with a pout, arms stretched out in a silent plea. “C’mere. Please.”

“Okay, okay, I’m here,” he chuckles, instantly softening as he kneels beside you. His hands are warm and surprisingly steady as they brush your hair back. “You look like a tired little dumpling. Still cute, though.”

Normally he’s the hyper one, cracking jokes and bouncing around, but right now? He slows everything down. He tucks himself beside you, gently adjusting your blanket, and lets you lean into him as if he’s your pillow. You’re clingy, hugging his waist, burying your face in his hoodie, and Maki melts.

He rests his chin on top of your head and whispers, “You can be clingy all day. I don’t mind. I like it when you need me.”

He gets up only to grab a warm drink, tucking it carefully into your hands before crawling right back under the blanket. And when you try to apologize for being gross or needy, he just laughs. “You think a little snot is gonna scare me away? Have you seen my morning hair?”

Later, when you’re half-asleep in his arms, he gently hums a random tune, something soft and off-key, but full of heart. His hand rubs slow circles on your back while he mumbles, “I hate seeing you like this… but I love being the one you call.”

And before you slip fully into sleep, he quietly adds, “I’ll take care of you every time. Don’t even think twice.”

Word count : 3526 | serapharua, 2025.