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[luvxzaa]

LEE KNOW

When Minho and Yn have to fake a date to solidify their fake relationship with the media.

Genre : soft. Warning : Anxiety. WC : 719

It’s been a while now that Minho and Yn have been walking down the street—not too close, but not too far apart either.

It’s been a few weeks since JYPE made their fake relationship official, and now they have to go out and act like a couple to make the whole charade believable.

“Can we get ice cream?” she asks, turning toward him. He lowers his gaze to her, then answers. “Do I look like the kind of guy who buys ice cream on a ‘date’,” he says, putting heavy emphasis on the word to make it clear he’s not really happy about their situation.

Yn sighs, shrugging her shoulders and looking down at her sneakers. “No,” she says with a sigh. “I guess not. But I just feel like having ice cream…” She starts walking a little faster without meaning to, and Minho sighs as he also quickens his pace.

The two walk in silence, a silence Minho quickly breaks. “What flavor do you want?” She immediately lifts her gaze to him, smiling despite herself. “For real? I want pistachio… please…” He sighs again before leading her to a bench and ordering her to stay there while he goes to buy what she asked for.

Minho comes back about ten minutes later with a bag in hand. Inside it, a tub of ice cream with two spoons in it. “You bought a whole tub?” “Couldn’t find a vendor. We’ll take it home, that way you won’t ask me again.” She just nods, pulling out the ice cream and grabbing the two spoons.

She hands one to Minho, opens the tub on her lap, and immediately digs her spoon into it. Minho watches her reaction as the ice cream touches her palate, and a joyful expression lights up her face.

Minho’s heart, despite himself, beats a little faster. He clears his throat to himself before starting to eat too.

The two of them eat there, right in the middle of a bench in the park, Minho wearing a cap and his hoodie pulled up.

[…]

The two walk toward Minho’s car, still in silence, as she holds out the rest of the ice cream in the bag.

She hums a little melody, which lets Minho know she’s still next to him.

But after a while, her humming slows and then stops. She’s still walking beside him, but her gaze is darting away.

Then suddenly, she moves her arm closer to his and intertwines them immediately.

Minho frowns, turning to her, not understanding why she’s seeking physical contact, but his expression changes when he sees her face.

“What’s wrong?” he says, suddenly worried. She frowns, looking around as her eyes fill with tears, and her other hand moves closer to her racing heart.

Minho understands instantly, tightening his grip on her and glancing around before quickly moving toward where he parked the car.

He gets in quickly, feeling a bit safer now, while Yn starts breathing harder through her mouth, trying to calm down.

“Hey, Yn? It’s okay now. It’s fine.” He doesn’t even ask why she’s like this—he knows these episodes sometimes come without much reason. Especially now.

He brings his large hands to her cheeks to wipe her tears, then starts breathing with her, placing his hand near her heart to check her heartbeat.

“Okay now?” She slowly nods, still breathing through her mouth, not looking away from him. “We’re going home anyway.”

He says, starting the car.

Unfortunately, neither of them noticed the fan who took a picture of them while Minho was trying to calm her down.

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HAN JISUNG

Han can’t just stop looking at you on his own concert.

Genre : Soft. Warning : None. WC : 890

Yn isn’t really a STAY. Just a big sister willing to spend ridiculous amounts of money to make her little sister happy.

That’s how she ended up, on a day off, at a Stray Kids soundcheck, VIP badge around her neck and a crossbody bag slung over her shoulder.

Next to her, her little sister is bouncing with excitement, eyes sparkling, eager to see the members step on stage. Yn, meanwhile, is leaning casually against the barrier, a book open in her hands, flipping distractedly through the pages while waiting for the show to start.

The night before, her sister had given her a full-on crash course: names, group roles, fun facts of all kinds. A real PowerPoint, passion-style. And like any proper fan, she had ended with the classic question:

“So? Who’s your bias?”

Seeing Yn’s confused expression, she clarified: “The one you like the most.”

Yn had shrugged and pointed at the one she thought was, objectively, the most handsome. Her sister had then handed her a plushie of him, triumphantly, as if she had just recruited her into a very soft, very loud cult.

A little later, when she heard the fans around her scream, she put her book away and looked up, glancing at her little sister.

For the rest of the soundcheck, she copied her sister’s moves: she waved the lightstick, nodded her head to the rhythm of the music, and occasionally replied to messages in her friend group chat.

Without her realizing, Han kept glancing at her insistently throughout the performance.

And just before leaving the hall to return later when it would be full, he gave her one last look—which she caught but didn’t think much of.

[…]

The concert is in full swing. The members have already performed several songs, nailed most of their choreographies, and even walked out toward the audience at certain points.

During one of the songs, as the members roam the stage singing and reading some of the fans’ signs, Han crouches down right in front of Yn and her sister.

Her sister’s reaction is instant: she gets all excited and waves cheerfully at him. Han laughs, waves back, visibly delighted to see her holding a Han Quokka plushie.

Then his gaze shifts to Yn. He tilts his head to the side, pouts, and points at the Chan plushie attached to her shirt.

“Why am I not your bias?” — she manages to read on his lips. She laughs, simply shrugging.

“He is the more handsome,” she mouths back.

Han seems to understand. He clutches his chest with both hands and mimics collapsing to the floor, causing both Yn and the surrounding fans to burst into laughter. He smiles, proud to have gotten a reaction from her, then straightens up and walks off to sing his verse.

And yet, Yn can’t quite take her eyes off him. Her heart skips a little when she’s almost certain she sees him whisper something into Chan’s ear, while pointing discreetly at her.

Toward the end of the concert, during the final song, everything “clicks.”

Yn smiles at a message her friend just sent, distracted by the energy around her. But when her sister’s screams and the fans around her grow louder, she lifts her head.

Han is heading their way. He stops right in front of her, climbs onto a small platform, and starts singing.

When his verse ends, he lowers his gaze to her, ignoring the screams, the lights, the cameras now focused on them. And with a laugh, he takes off one of his rings and hands it to her, before turning away again to film more fans.

Her little sister screams in her ear, thrilled to have seen her bias up close, while Yn stares, stunned by the gesture.

And the last real “interaction” they had was at the very end of the concert, during the final speech, when he barely took his eyes off her.

She, on the other hand, carefully avoided his gaze, now feeling small and strangely intimidated under it.

On the way home, Yn’s sister couldn’t stop buzzing from the adrenaline. She even shed a few tears. Then came the inevitable question:

“So what are you going to do with the ring? I’m surprised he gave it to you. Maybe he’s in love with you,” she teased, laughing.

Yn shook her head, unimpressed.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t even wear it at work…”

“Then give it to me,” her sister jumped in, instantly holding out her hand.

“In your dreams.”

She pouted for fun, diving back into her phone while Yn sat there, still a little dazed.

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CHRISTOPHER BAHNG

He just came into your room to talk to you, originally.

Genre : soft. Warning : 9th member WC : 680

The rain pounds furiously against the small window in the ceiling of Yn’s room, while she lies in bed with her leader.

She had originally been sitting at her desk, producing music more for herself, since she hasn’t posted any music she created on her own.

He had come in just to talk to her, but the two of them ended up in her bed. He climbed the few steps in her huge room and lay down on his back on the bed with a loud sigh, and she simply joined him.

The two of them don’t have any particular relationship, aside from being in the same group, and therefore more or less like family.

But there’s always been that unspoken tension between them, probably since she joined.

So, here they are. Chan now lying on his side, his arm stretched out and his eyes closed. Yn is lying on his arm, in the middle of the bed, her gaze turned toward him. They’re so close she can feel his breath on her—he’s not asleep, not yet.

Her hand has been resting against his hair for several minutes, and she started stroking it slowly, without him complaining—quite the opposite, actually.

His breathing grew slightly faster, but he simply accepted the caresses his member was giving him. A soft atmosphere floats through the room. A gentle ambiance filled with unspoken words.

But as Yn keeps her gaze fixed on his face, her right hand still in his hair, she finally dares to open her mouth, and almost whispers: “Nobody gets me… like you.” She doesn’t even know why she said it—the words just slipped out on their own.

The truth is, her arrival in the group had been extremely difficult, both for STAYs and for the members. She originally came in to replace Woojin’s departure, which was poorly received by fans.

As for the members, who had cried over their friend leaving, they found themselves having to start over again with a new person.

Concerts were hard, too—she was just there, smiling, doing the dances, and during interactions she would simply watch the others speak while smiling.

The worst part was probably interviews, and many times she held back tears when the only question they’d ask was, “How does it feel to join a male group to replace a former member?” And the fact that she wasn’t from Korea, and wasn’t even Korean, made things worse—the way she didn’t understand much, except for English.

But Chan had been there. He was hurt too, of course, by the member’s departure, but despite everything, he helped her integrate—into the country, the group, and society in general.

So when Chan heard what she said, he slowly opened his eyes, immediately meeting hers.

A silent eye contact forms between them, led only by the sound of the rain, as her movements don’t stop.

And that’s when everything changed. Chan brings his large hand to Yn’s cheek, and slightly leans in until his forehead rests against hers, their gazes still intertwined.

Then, he finally closes his eyes, as his lips meet hers. He kisses her slowly, trying to convey all the unspoken feelings he’s never really dared to express.

And she, she accepts it—all of it. Their lips melt together, in this soft atmosphere offered by the rain. The lights are off, except for the glow from her computer.

Chan runs his hand through Yn’s hair, letting out a soft sigh as he deepens the kiss between them.

He eventually pulls away slowly, looking her in the eyes. But instead of stopping there, he presses several kisses to her lips, making them both laugh softly between kisses.

“Just—smack—don’t think too much about that—smack.”

She looks at him with a smile, then kisses him once more on the lips before pulling away like nothing happened, continuing to stroke his hair.

This time, he watches her do it, his hand on her arm, before finally closing his eyes completely, ready to sleep.

It wasn’t planned. He was supposed to go back to his dorm, but… something unexpected happened.

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LEE KNOW

You’re a staff member,and, is your boss, technically.

Genre : Soft. Warning : none. WC : 3000

It started with the eyeliner.

She was brushing it delicately along his lashline, careful and focused, unaware that he hadn’t blinked in five full seconds.

“Can you relax your face a bit?” she murmured, her voice soft but firm.

He blinked. “Sorry.”

She smiled without looking at him.

Minho stared at that smile like it was a secret she didn’t know she was telling.

⸻

Seungmin noticed it before anyone else.

Not because Minho said anything — he never did — but because of the way his eyes lingered. On her hands. On her reflection in the mirror. On the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she leaned in to retouch his foundation.

Minho never flirted. He barely even spoke. But when she was in the room, he came alive in the subtlest ways — like a flower turning toward sunlight that wasn’t even meant for him.

And every time she laughed at something one of the others said, Minho looked down.

Like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to smile too.

⸻

“You like her,” Seungmin said bluntly one evening in the van.

Minho froze, one earbud halfway in. “What?”

“The makeup noona. YN.”

Minho scoffed. “I don’t.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes. “Hyung. You literally hold your breath when she’s near you.”

Minho looked out the window. “She’s just… nice.”

“You’re in love with ‘nice,’ then.”

Minho didn’t respond. Didn’t deny it again.

Just leaned his head against the glass and closed his eyes.

⸻

Love crept in slowly.

Like the way she remembered how he hated heavy lip tints and always used a softer one on him. The way she warmed her hands before touching his face in winter. The way she once whispered, “You did well today,” while fixing a stray strand of hair before a shoot.

He’d never heard those words when he needed them most. Not like that. Not with that softness.

He was quiet. So was she. But their silences matched in a way that made him ache.

Still, he said nothing. Did nothing.

Because idols don’t fall in love with staff.

Because she had no idea she was everything to him.

⸻

One night, he caught her laughing with Changbin in the hallway, smacking his shoulder playfully as she teased him about his hair color.

Minho watched from the corner — expression unreadable, jaw tight.

Seungmin stood beside him, arms crossed.

“You’re going to kill yourself if you keep bottling it up,” he muttered.

Minho didn’t look at him. “She wouldn’t be allowed to see me like that.”

“You don’t even talk to her, hyung.”

“I know.”

⸻

He started avoiding her chair.

Asked another stylist if he could be switched. Said it was because she always used that BB cream he didn’t like. It was a lie, of course — he just couldn’t stand being close enough to fall deeper, knowing she was never his to begin with.

But she still smiled at him in the hall. Still offered him a warm pack for his stiff neck before pre-recordings. Still made sure his mic tape didn’t tug on his skin.

Like nothing had changed.

Because for her, nothing had.

⸻

He only let himself look when she wasn’t watching.

During lunch breaks, when she was across the room scrolling her phone with a half-eaten sandwich on the table. Or when she fixed a member’s collar and laughed at something someone said. Or when she sat on the floor during long rehearsals, arms curled around her knees, tired but quietly present.

Minho memorized the slope of her nose, the curve of her jaw, the way her lips parted when she concentrated.

Seungmin caught him doing it again one day.

“You’re not hiding it as well as you think.”

Minho didn’t even pretend to deny it this time.

“I know.”

⸻

The moment that broke him was small.

He’d been quiet during a group shoot. Quiet even for him. She noticed, of course — she always did.

After their last take, while the staff was packing up, she came up to him and offered a hot canned coffee.

He blinked.

“You looked tired,” she said simply. “This one’s your favorite, right?”

He took it from her slowly, fingers brushing hers.

“Thank you,” he whispered, voice low.

She smiled — just a little — then turned back toward the makeup table.

He didn’t drink the coffee. Just held it in both hands, like something sacred.

⸻

Later that night, in the dorm, Minho stood by the kitchen sink staring out the window.

Seungmin leaned against the counter beside him, chewing on a protein bar.

“Just ask her out.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“She’s staff. We’d both get in trouble.”

A pause.

“You’re scared.”

Minho let out a breath. “I’d rather love her silently than risk losing what little I have.”

Seungmin nodded slowly.

���That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”

⸻

And still, the days passed.

Minho loved her in the softest ways — never loudly, never openly.

He sat straighter when she entered the room. Smiled to himself when she hummed while cleaning her brushes. Lingered near the makeup chairs after everyone left, just to sit where she once stood.

She never knew.

Or maybe she did — and waited.

But he couldn’t speak. Not yet.

Maybe never.

And she never asked why he couldn’t meet her eyes anymore.

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It was the third time that week.

Minho stayed in his chair long after makeup had finished. The staff had already begun packing, some of the members trickling out toward the studio. But he lingered, chin in his palm, eyes fixed on her — barely moving, barely breathing.

And once again, Seungmin saw it.

He approached silently and leaned in.

“You’re going to ruin yourself,” he muttered. “She’s not a dream, hyung. She’s a person. She’s right there.”

Minho didn’t respond. Just blinked slowly, lips parted, like someone caught mid-thought and afraid to wake up.

Seungmin narrowed his eyes. “You’re going to lose your mind if you don’t say something.”

“I’d rather keep her safe than say something wrong.”

“She’s not porcelain. She’s not going to break just because you feel something.”

“She’s staff. I’m an idol.”

Seungmin stepped back, visibly frustrated. “You’re also a human being. And from the way she looks at you when you’re not paying attention? I think she already knows.”

That finally got Minho to turn.

“What?”

Seungmin smirked faintly. “You’re not as subtle as you think.”

⸻

The next day, she was alone in the dressing room. Everyone else had gone down to eat. She was restocking lip tints when she felt someone stop just behind her.

She turned slowly, heart skipping.

Minho stood there, stiff and pale, holding a pack of vitamin water awkwardly in both hands.

“For you,” he mumbled.

She blinked. “What?”

He looked down. “You said last time your head hurt because you hadn’t drunk anything. This one’s the flavor you like, right?”

Her lips parted. “You… remembered that?”

He nodded — barely.

“Thank you,” she said softly, taking it from him. Their fingers didn’t touch, but the space between them thrummed.

He lingered — looked like he wanted to say more.

But then Seungmin walked in.

The moment shattered.

Minho cleared his throat, turned around, and left like he was fleeing a fire.

⸻

Later that night, Seungmin found her outside the building, leaning against a railing, half-finished vitamin water in hand.

“You okay?” he asked.

She glanced over and smiled faintly. “I think Minho’s scared of me.”

Seungmin laughed dryly. “He’s terrified.”

She raised a brow. “Why?”

He hesitated.

Then: “Because he likes you so much it’s ruining him.”

She went still.

Seungmin looked at her carefully. “He thinks he’ll get you in trouble. Thinks the company would come down hard. But mostly? He’s just afraid to break whatever fragile thing he’s built between you.”

She looked down at the drink in her hand.

“I always wondered,” she said quietly. “He never talks to me, but… he always sees me.”

“That’s how he loves.”

⸻

Minho wasn’t expecting her to wait for him outside the dance practice room.

He nearly dropped his phone when he saw her.

“Hi,” she said gently, like she was approaching a bird that might fly away.

He stopped a few steps away. His mouth opened. Closed.

“Hi.”

She held up the vitamin water — mostly empty now.

“I drank it.”

He nodded, eyes glued to her hand.

She took a step closer.

“I never said thank you properly.”

“You did.”

“Not for everything.”

Minho looked confused. “Everything?”

She smiled. “For always checking if the chair’s too cold before I sit down. For remembering which brush I use to set the powder. For always letting me know, with just your eyes, when I look tired.”

His face froze. Entire body rigid.

“You… noticed that?”

“I always do,” she said softly. “But you never say anything.”

He looked down. “I’m not good at saying things.”

Another step. Now just an arm’s length apart.

“You’re good at caring,” she whispered.

A pause.

Then finally, finally, he raised his eyes to hers — full of terror, longing, and something like helplessness.

“I don’t want to mess it up,” he said, voice breaking just slightly. “I don’t want you to lose your job. I don’t want to be a burden. But I can’t— I can’t stop seeing you. Even when I try.”

She bit her lip. Her heart broke just a little at the way his hands were clenched at his sides.

“I’m not asking you to stop,” she said quietly. “I’m just asking you to look at me when you do.”

Silence.

Then, slowly, like it hurt to allow himself hope — he did.

And this time, he didn’t look away.

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YANG JEONGIN

In which, you take refuge in your neighbour's house one evening when things are going badly at home.

Genre : mature Warning : Masturbation (man) WC : 509

Jeongin and Yn have been neighbors for three years now. Yn moved out when her mother left her father for her stepfather. She had to move in with him and his sons, and her life has never been worse since.

The fact is that her father isn’t really around either, and she ends up stuck between them.

And sometimes, she runs away, at night, when she can’t take the atmosphere at home anymore. And of course, Jeongin welcomes her with open arms.

“Fuck—” he murmurs against her ear, his forehead resting on her collarbone, eyes closed.

They’re not that far apart in age, she just turned 18, Jeongin is 18, almost 19. And while many people her age have a minimum of sexual knowledge and experience, that’s not her case.

“Keep going like that, it’s perfect baby…” Jeongin sighs deeply against her ear, while she nods, body warm.

When Jeongin learned that, of course he agreed to answer all her questions. And a sincere friendship started between them. You know, the kind of friendship where you can talk about anything without shame. But nothing more, nothing ambiguous or anything else.

But tonight, as Yn was lying on his bed, her back against him, she felt that bulge against her.

Jeongin apologized, embarrassed, lying on his back, hiding his face with his hands.

Yn slowly turned toward him and offered to help him with it. Of course he didn’t say no.

“Am I doing right?” she murmurs. He nods energetically without even opening his eyes.

“It’s perfect. Tighten your palm a bit more—Ahh—like that���”

She doesn’t take her eyes off him, analyzing every expression she causes on his face. She knows full well that nothing will be the same after this, but right now, she doesn’t care.

“Ahh—Fuck! Something’s coming…” he moans a bit louder, not even caring anymore if his family hears him. He wraps his hand around Yn’s and starts moving much faster, while Yn lowers her gaze to watch him.

“Yeah, there, is there…”

And the next minute, he comes in his neighbor’s palm, his face in her neck, breath heavy and hot.

She brings her hand close to her face after a few seconds, looking at Jeongin’s cum, not really knowing what to think of it.

Jeongin swears, sitting up, tucking his still-hard penis back into his pants, grabbing a wipe from the head of his bed, and starts wiping Yn’s hand in silence.

“It will… change something?” he doesn’t answer her question right away.

He moistens his lips, then lifts his gaze to her.

“Definitely.”

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LEE FELIX

A little promenade with your flirt at 2 pm.

Genre : Soft. Warning : kiss WC : 586

It’s been quite a while now that YN and Felix have been talking, flirting.

At first, YN didn’t really take it seriously, unlike him, thinking it would just be a short-lived fling.

And yet, the night is warm, almost conspiratorial. Seoul hums softly around them, the neon lights faded away in favor of a moonless sky. Felix has pulled his cap low on his head, hoodie up over his ears, and YN trots beside him, a mischievous smile stuck to her lips.

“Do you think we’re gonna get caught?” she asked, amusement whispering in her voice.

“Only if you keep laughing like that,” Felix replied with a wink. “You’re not exactly discreet, you know.”

“You’re the one running like a thief in the street, dude,” she giggled.

He stopped abruptly to stare at her, mock offended.

“Me?! I run like a ninja, get it right.”

She rolled her eyes with a burst of laughter, then started walking again, her arms swinging lightly. He had snuck out of the dorm without a sound, while she had slipped out of her house without waking her family, like two kids running away from their responsibilities for a stolen summer night.

“Did you need some air?” he asked softly after a few seconds of silence.

“A bit. And I wanted to see you,” she admitted without looking at him.

He turned his head toward her, the corner of his mouth slowly curling upward.

“You have no idea what it does to me hearing that,” he murmured.

They walked for a few more minutes, strolling down quiet streets, until they stumbled upon a small, empty park. The swings creaked lightly under the breeze, and a streetlamp cast a yellow glow, slightly blurry, slightly magical.

“Shall we go in?” Felix asked, pointing at the slightly open gate.

YN nodded. They crossed the sandy paths up to the playground, and she climbed onto one of the swings laughing, her sneakers dragging in the gravel.

“Come on, push me,” she said with a teasing smile.

Felix stepped behind her, hands on the cold chains of the swing. He pushed her gently, then a little harder, and her crystalline laugh echoed in the air like a forgotten song.

“Did you do this when you were little?” she asked.

“Run away like this? All the time. But never with someone this cute.”

She lifted her head to look at him, slightly flushed, as he stepped closer once she stopped swinging, placing one hand on the chain near her face.

“You know I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks?” he murmured.

“Do what?” she whispered, as if speaking louder would break the magic.

He leaned in, just enough for her to feel his breath on her cheek.

“Kiss you.”

She didn’t answer, but her gaze flicked to his lips with a soft hesitation.

“What were you waiting for to do it?” she breathed.

He smiled, brushing his fingers near her chin, and leaned in, and their mouths met in a kiss that was simple, shy, but loaded with long-held anticipation. It tasted like sugar and something forbidden.

When they pulled away, she stayed quiet for a moment, eyes lowered.

Felix smiled, his forehead resting against hers.

“The right moment. And an empty park at 2AM isn’t bad, right?”

She laughed softly, placing her hand over his.

“It’s perfect.”

And they stayed there, wrapped in childhood and longing, lulled by the creaking of the chains and the complicit silence of a night that belonged only to them.

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HWANG HYUNJIN

You’re friend since forever, but when his girl friend broke up again with him, something change.

Genre : angst, soft Warning : You have to know that my heart is fragile so I hate read and write angst, so I don’t know if this one shot it’s really one but, please eat what am I giving to you… WC : 2053

Hyunjin and YN have always been obvious.

No need for complicated words or grand gestures—they grew up together, evolved together, went through the years as an inseparable duo. Best friends since childhood, they saw each other fall, get back up, change, and always find their way back to one another. No matter the storms, they never let go.

Hyunjin has always been there for her—in the heaviest silences, as well as the loudest laughter. And YN, she’s always supported him unconditionally, even when he doubted himself, even when he lost his footing. Their bond is made of raw trust, shared memories, and those small daily gestures that mean: I’m here, no matter what.

But lately, everything’s changed.

Hyunjin started dating a girl. A relationship that, from the outside, seemed normal—almost happy. But behind the smiles and appearances, YN quickly realized something was wrong. It wasn’t jealousy—she wasn’t supposed to be jealous as the loyal friend. No, it was worry. Because she saw Hyunjin fading, a little more each day. Fewer messages. Less laughter. A constant tension in his gestures. A way of justifying himself, of downplaying everything, of retreating inward.

The truth is, the relationship was toxic. It isolated him, belittled him at times, pushed him away from those who truly loved him. And YN refused to leave. Even when he stopped replying. Even when he acted like everything was fine. She stayed. Silent, patient, present.

She reached out to him without ever pulling away—because she knew he’d eventually grab hold of her again. And he did.

But the problem is: she keeps coming back. Over and over again, because she knows Hyunjin will always take her back.

One night, YN was home, in her living room, wearing nothing but a long sweater. She was watching a K-drama they used to watch together—one he eventually gave up on and told her to keep watching without him.

Outside, the rain tapped against the windows, creating a cozy, refreshing atmosphere in her home.

At the end of the episode, she heard the doorbell ring.

She glanced at the time on her phone before stretching and getting up to open the door. Her eyes immediately landed on Hyunjin, completely soaked, a miserable expression on his face.

“Oh my God, are you okay?!” she said immediately, grabbing his arm to pull him inside. “Why did you go out without an umbrella?! Wait, I’ll get you a towel!” She rushed to the bathroom without letting him answer and quickly came back with a towel, starting to dry his face and hair. “What happened, Jinnie?” she asked softly.

Hyunjin just sighed deeply and rested his head on her shoulder.

“She broke up with me. Again.”

YN bit her lip and looked at him, gently grabbing his hand to guide him to the couch.

“Hyunjin…”

“I know. I know. But I don’t know. I love her…”

YN sighed again, biting the inside of her cheeks as she pulled him into a hug.

“That’s not how a relationship is supposed to be, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin didn’t respond—because deep down, he knew she was right. But he couldn’t escape the relationship.

They stayed like that for a long while, her gently caressing his back in silence as he closed his eyes.

Eventually, he sighed and sat up.

“Can you… cut my hair?”

She looked at him, unable to hide her surprise, her eyes drifting toward his long black hair.

“You want to…?”

“All of it. Please.”

And that’s how the two of them ended up in her bathroom. He sat on the bathroom counter while she stood between his legs, a pair of scissors in hand.

“Are you really sure?” she whispered, and he simply nodded, gripping her thighs tightly. She sighed and brought the scissors to one of his long strands, then began to cut.

She trimmed in silence for several minutes, cutting away all of his dark hair, before finally picking up the clipper and fitting the right attachment to even everything out.

Once finished, she gently ran her hands through his hair and stared at him for a long moment.

“Okay… I’ll let you take a shower.”

She stepped back slightly, and he just nodded.

⸻

YN looked up at the hallway as she stirred the tea she had made for herself and her best friend.

Hyunjin arrived, wearing the pajamas he always kept at her place, and locked eyes with her.

“Feeling better?” she asked. He simply nodded, and she walked over, handing him his tea.

She sat next to him on the couch, resting her head on his shoulder as she sipped her tea slowly, not daring to ask the question.

“You can ask me, Yn.”

She straightened up and looked at him as he placed his mug on the table.

“You’ll talk to me when you’re ready. It’s okay.”

Hyunjin stared at her, almost shocked by her words. In front of him was his best friend—who had always been there for him, never forced him to talk, and always opened her arms when he needed it.

And the next second, he leaned in, and his lips met hers.

YN’s eyes widened in shock, and she placed her hands on his chest to push him away.

“Hyunjin, what are you—”

He didn’t even let her finish before pressing his lips back to hers again, like a magnet drawn to metal.

“Hyunjin,” she managed to whisper as he kissed her passionately, as if there were no tomorrow. He rested his forehead against hers, their lips red and swollen.

“Please, YN… I just want… to erase this feeling. You have to help me erase it…”

YN looked at him for a few seconds, her heart pounding, before placing her hands on his cheeks and moving her legs to straddle him.

After that, everything happened quickly. One moment, his head was between her thighs while she panted from the sensations he gave her. The next, he was kissing her while guiding his length into her, beginning to move as she moaned. Then, she was on top of him, while he kissed and nibbled her all over.

And he was anything but silent. He moaned in her ear, whispered that she was perfect for him, that she took him perfectly, and he thanked her. Why? He didn’t even really know.

In the end, he fell asleep on top of her—after a long shower during which he couldn’t stop kissing her. He fell asleep with his head in her neck, inhaling her scent as he held her tightly.

And YN almost regretted it. Not because she didn’t enjoy it—on the contrary, she loved it too much. She loved too much a man who couldn’t stop looking back at his “ex.”

[…]

Two weeks later.

When YN arrived at the restaurant, a server escorted her to their private room. She quickly took off her shoes and stepped into the filled room.

The boys had organized a dinner to celebrate their leader’s engagement. He was, of course, there with his fiancée, along with the other members’ girlfriends—and her.

But the first thing she saw when entering the room was Hyunjin, with his arms wrapped around his “ex.” A flicker crossed her face when she saw them, but she masked it with a smile as she walked in to greet everyone.

“Sorry I’m late, work was a mess.”

She sat in the last available seat—next to Seungmin’s girlfriend, on the opposite side of Hyunjin.

Throughout dinner, she carefully ignored him—both of them—the way they teased each other, kissed occasionally. Right in front of her, even though just two days ago, he had been in her bed, kissing her.

Because that’s what they’d been doing these past two weeks. They hadn’t stopped. And she had truly thought maybe… something was finally happening between them. She was wrong.

So she just pretended. She laughed with the others, told funny stories about work to the girls.

Eventually, they rearranged the seating so the girls were on one side, and the guys on the other. Except for Hyunjin’s girlfriend, who clung to his arm the whole time.

“I think I’m gonna head out soon,” YN said, stretching, already done with dessert.

“Do you have someone to take you home?” Chan’s fiancée asked.

“Yeah, I’ll call my brother. Be right back.”

She got up and pulled out her phone to call him.

A few minutes later, just as she finished the call and was stepping back inside, she came face-to-face with Hyunjin—clearly waiting for her.

She sighed quietly and walked past him without looking at him.

“I thought we could talk. Like adults,” he said, hesitating as he followed her.

“There’s nothing to say, Hyunjin. You’re an adult. Do what you want.”

Hyunjin sighed at her flat tone.

“She called me yesterday. We talked. We decided to give it another shot.”

“Do whatever you want, Hyunjin. It’s none of my business.”

He sighed again and grabbed her wrist to make her look at him.

“Then why are you ignoring me?”

She met his gaze, ignoring the lump in her throat.

“Because I’m tired. She always comes back, and I’m the one who picks up your pieces—only for you to get back with her again. It’s always like that. And… I’m tired of being the other woman. When I’m the one here, loving you in silence, watching you always go back to her.”

Hyunjin didn’t say anything, shocked by her words, as she pulled her arm free.

“So listen—I’m just gonna leave you to your mess. Do whatever you want. It’s not my problem anymore.”

She turned around and walked back into the room, leaving Hyunjin frozen behind her, reeling from her confession.

[…]

Days passed.

YN carefully avoided Hyunjin at all costs, while he kept sending her more and more messages asking to talk or see her.

But the truth is, she was hurt—and scared. Confessing to him was stupid, especially under the circumstances.

She had probably ruined their friendship. And that’s what hurt the most. Her stupidity had cost her her best friend.

Now, she was lying in bed, scrolling through her phone. It was her day off. Normally, she’d be spending it with Hyunjin—but instead, she was stuck in bed, sulking.

“Why are days so much longer when I stop talking to him…” she mumbled to herself.

At that exact moment, her doorbell rang.

She walked to the door, not at all surprised by who it might be. When she opened it, Hyunjin walked straight in.

“Okay? Yn, I can’t do this.”

She sighed, closing the door behind him and turning to face him.

“You can’t just tell me you love me and then ghost me. That’s not fair.”

YN raised an eyebrow, stepping toward him, furious.

“You had sex with me when your toxic ex dumped you again. Then did it again almost every day for two weeks—just to get back with her like nothing happened. Do you have any idea how humiliating that is, Hyunjin?!”

He stayed silent—because she wasn’t wrong, and he knew it.

“I know…”

“No, you don’t! Hyunjin, you’re a goddamn adult! You can’t hurt people like that and come back like nothing happened. That’s not okay!”

Hyunjin looked at her for a long time, stepping back.

“But you’re my person, Yn,” he said.

She froze immediately, looking up at him.

“You’re my person. And I can’t lose you. And I don’t know… I kept thinking—about you, about our friendship, and about what happened during those two weeks. And in two weeks with you, I was happier than in almost a year with her.”

YN’s heart skipped a beat when she heard that—and now she was the one stepping back.

“I can’t… I managed to live without her, because you were there. I managed to live with her, because you were there. And when you’re gone, it’s… I can’t…”

She looked at him for a long time, unsure what to say, before turning her gaze away and lowering her head to hide the tears welling up.

Hyunjin slowly stepped forward and pulled her into a hug, where her tears began to fall.

“And what does that mean?” she asked quietly.

Hyunjin sighed, gently stroking her back, his chin resting on her head.

“It means… you and I need to have a conversation. A real one. About us.”

[luvxzaa]

BANGCHAN AND LEE KNOW

CHANGBIN AND HYUNJIN

HAN AND FELIX

SEUNGMIN AND JEONGIN

[luvxzaa]

SEO CHANGBIN

You need your secret idole boyfriend when he’s on live.

Genre : soft Warning : none WC : 900

The living room is quiet, bathed in soft light coming from the half-open window. Changbin’s voice echoes, cheerful and warm, as he holds his phone in his hand, live with the fans. It’s one of those spontaneous lives he likes to do when he has some free time and just wants to talk about anything and everything, to show them a little bit of his daily life.

Sitting on the couch, in a black hoodie and a cap pulled down tightly over his head, he replies to the comments flying by:

— Yeah, I ate well, I swear! Even though it was a bit bland today… I should’ve cooked myself, right?

He chuckles softly, then leans forward to grab a bottle of water.

A few meters away, YN watches him discreetly from the kitchen. She just made her toast, but of course — as always — the jam jar won’t open. She tries again to unscrew it, grumbling under her breath. Her fingers are slippery, her arms are starting to tire, and she knows that if she forces it, she’s going to drop everything.

She glances over at him. He’s focused on the screen, chatting with the fans, reading their messages with a smile. She hesitates for a second. Then another. But she wants her jam. And not in ten minutes.

So she walks over quietly, barefoot on the wooden floor, the jar in her hands. She lowers herself slightly to stay out of frame, just like they’ve always done: invisible to each other the second the camera is on. It’s the unspoken rule.

Changbin notices her right away from the corner of his eye. He knows her by heart. He subtly turns, without interrupting what he’s saying to the fans:

— Ah, wait, I think I forgot to turn something off in the kitchen. Give me two seconds, okay?

He places the phone against a small stand on the coffee table, tilted slightly so that his face stays visible… but just enough so that the lower part of his body is out of frame.

— Still stuck with that jar? he whispers as he leans toward her.

— Still, she replies with a frown. And I’m this close to throwing it against the wall.

He stifles a laugh, grabs the jar with both hands, and within seconds, the distinct “pop” of the lid giving way is heard. He hands her the jar with a fluid, discreet gesture, as if it’s nothing.

But just as YN takes the jar, her fingers briefly pass through the screen — barely a second, just the edge of the phone visible. Just a nail. But not just any nail: a nail painted with shimmery nude polish and a small floral design.

He watches her head back to the kitchen like a shadow. She’s quick, silent, used to fading into the background.

But within seconds, the chat explodes.

“??? Was that a hand??”

“Who just grabbed the jar??”

“NOT THE PAINTED NAIL 😭😭😭”

“A GIRL???”

“Why isn’t it Hyunjin with a painted nail this time 😭”

Changbin lifts his head, frowning.

— What are you guys talking about…? he murmurs as he watches the comments scroll.

His heart skips a beat. He slowly places the phone back on the stand, keeping his smile as neutral as possible.

— Oh, haha… that was just… my sister, he explains, a little too fast. She dropped by to help me with something. You know, that homemade jam… impossible to open.

He laughs, hoping to steer the attention away, but he can see that the fans are in a frenzy. The messages don’t slow down. He feels that tightness in his chest, that mix of fear and guilt. He hates lying — especially to his fans. But he has no choice.

In the kitchen, YN stands still, holding her toast like she’s forgotten how to breathe. She heard it. “My sister.” She understands. Of course she understands. That was the deal. It always has been. But it still stings.

The live ends earlier than expected. He pretends he has an appointment. He smiles, warmly says goodbye to the fans, and ends the stream.

A few moments later, he walks into the kitchen. YN is still there, silent, eyes down on her jam.

— I’m sorry, he says softly.

She looks up at him.

— You handled it well, I guess.

— I swear, I panicked. I should’ve been more careful.

She nods slowly.

— It’s okay. I should’ve been more careful too.

He steps closer, placing his hands on the table near her, leaning down to meet her eyes.

— I said you were my sister. But in my head, I just saw the girl I love asking me to open a jar of jam. It’s hard to remember the rest in moments like that.

She smiles, a little sad, a little moved.

— You at least owe me a wrist massage for making me open it three times.

He laughs softly, and this time, the tension melts away.

— Deal. And… maybe soon, I won’t need to lie anymore.

She looks down at her toast.

— I’ll believe you when you open the jar for me… in front of everyone.

He nods with a tender smile, kisses her forehead, and adds:

— Next time, I’ll cover your nail with my hand. Promise.

[luvxzaa]

HAN JISUNG

You went at his dorm after work, because he missing you, and his place is more close than your work than you.

Genre : soft ? Warning : breast play, nipple play, boobies and that it’s ? WC : 736

"I've missed you," says Han, as he crushes Yn with his big arms. Yn had just got home from work. Normally she'd have gone home, but she was too tired to go home, so she came to the closest place to work - her boyfriend's dorm.

The two have been together for several months, and although Han hasn't made anything official on the networks, for her sake, he may be having the best months of his life.

Han's kisses on Yn's skin make her feel it, as she sits astride him, her arms around his neck. She moans lightly as Han's lips settle on her breasts, slightly visible with her outfit. "I want you really bad, baby," he says, looking up at her.

She laughs lightly as she begins to undo the buttons on his shirt, while her boyfriend's kisses don't stop. "You will let me ride you, my boy?" He looks up at her immediately. "Ride me? Hum, I don't think so. I want to fuck you from behind, baby..." he says, as he pulls her top over her head himself, leaving her shirtless.

Yn starts to feel a slight bulge underneath her as she throws off her shirt, ending up in a tank top in front of him with the straps of her bra showing. "If i let you see my nipple ? I will let you suck them if you let me ride you, I promise!" Han's eyes almost light up as he hears his beloved's words. "For real?" He says, as he brings his large hand to his girlfriend's clothed bosom, who sighs slightly and nods.

He bites his lip as he pulls his tank top over his head and buries his nose in his chest as he starts to undo the button on his jeans.

And just as he's about to undo his bra, his door opens with a bang.

Yn flinches slightly as she grabs her tank top to hide, while Han almost swears under his breath as he drops his forehead against his girlfriend's shoulder blades.

"Jisung, you-" silence. Changbin stands there watching, as Yn climbs down from Han's lap, grabbing the blanket to hide, and Han turns back to Changbin, almost crying. "Hyung! Why didn't you knock?!" Changbin jumps in. "I didn't know she was here! We're in the living room, we thought you'd come, not that...I'll just...go out."

He doesn't wait any longer, and leaves his room, closing the door and cursing himself for what he's seen.

Han immediately turns to Yn, almost lying on top of her and kissing her neck. "please, tell me you will still ride me..."

Yn sighs, embarrassed, and pulls Jisung away from her neck, looking for his shirt on the floor. "Never after what just happened. I'm never going to dare come back." she gets up from the bed, as Han lies on his back, hands over his face, almost crying as the bulge in his trousers starts to get really annoying. "can you at least suck my cock? Or better, wrap your boobies around him" Yn laughs despite the fact that Han is very serious. "Sorry my prince. I'm sure you can survive tonight. I will just sleep, now that.. "

And Han had never cursed his hyung so much, not only had he stuck to Yn while she slept, ignoring the din in the living room, but on top of that he hadn't spoken to Changbin for half a day.

[luvxzaa]

CHRISTOPHER CHAHN BAHNG

What happens when your 1 years old girl almost caught you when he is inside you ?

Genre : Little smut Warning : unprotected sex, breeding king, little dom chan, mention of make another kids WC : 827

Chan and YN became a couple as soon as Chan's contract allowed him to. They had waited patiently and respectfully to be able to live out their relationship in the open, without compromising their professional commitments. As soon as this was possible, they launched their relationship together, with confidence, and it naturally built on solid and sincere foundations.

Over the last year and a half, their happiness has grown with the arrival of their little girl. A real ball of love, bright and lively, she has completely changed their lives. Chan is literally obsessed with her - in the best sense of the word. He talks about her with stars in his eyes, proudly shows her photos to everyone, and knows every little sound she makes, every new gesture.

Despite his busy schedule, he always does his best to spend time with her and YN. Whether it's bottle-feeding, putting her to bed, playing with her or simply snuggling up with the family, he never lets anything slip by. Being present, being a committed dad and a caring companion have become his priorities. Their little family has become his refuge, his equilibrium, and there's nothing he cherishes more than these moments shared by the three of them.

But Chan is also a man who desperately loves his girlfriend - and the woman in his life.

And he misses her, not as a mother, but as his own.

And today, watching her play the role of mother to perfection, he just waited for his daughter - Jihan - to fall asleep so he could finally find her.

"Fuck!" she whispered in his ears. Chan waited no longer and stuck his lips to hers again to stop her making too much noise.

He must have been pounding into her with energy and love for half an hour. His cock moves in and out of her, aggressively, making a regular noise between the contact of their two skins - plap, plap, plap.

"You're so perfect, my love" he says, like a murmur in her ears. She bites her lip, resting her forehead against his shoulder, her eyes closing as she concentrates on not moaning loudly and waking her baby girl. "Do you want me to make you a mommy again tonight? Hm?" She doesn't answer, she can't, he knows it and that's what makes it all the more pleasurable.

"You're to perfect for me, baby. My beautiful baby mama, that spend her day for our baby girl. » He accelerated his movements as he felt a shiver of joy run through him. Yn moans louder without meaning to, so Chan sticks his hand to his mouth as he straightens, still moving. "I love you so much"

And just as she moves both hands apart to tell her man that she's just started to orgasm, they both freeze as they hear the creak of a door, and small footsteps on the floor.

Chan doesn't move, frozen, the blanket barely hiding their bound bodies, his eyes lost in Yn's. "Is she..." he says.

"He doesn't have time to finish when a small voice is heard. "Eomma?" both react immediately, Chan pulls out of her, without a groan between the two of them, she quickly grabs Chan's t-shirt from the floor and quickly puts it on while he simply hides with the blanket, still hard.

The door to their bedroom opens, and their little curly-haired daughter appears in the doorway with a cuddly toy stuck to her arm.

The fact is, since Jihan's birth, he's never locked their rooms, just in case.

"Everything alright baby?" says Chan, pressing his chest against Yn's back as he watches his little girl move forward.

The latter nods negatively, her lips trembling. "Eomma? I made a nightmare..." she said, stretching out her arms towards her mother, who carried her without hesitation. "Oh..my baby..."

Jihan immediately clung to her mother's chest, holding back tears as her mother stroked her back and rocked her. "do you want to sleep with mommy and daddy tonight princess? Yn said, softly. Jihan nodded as Chan's forehead fell on Yn's shoulder in despair.

"I'm still so fucking hard..." he says, whispering more to himself. Yn laughs as she folds the blanket over herself and gathers herself up. "You should take care of that before you come back to bed, baby..." she says, turning her head towards him. He sighs, giving her a kiss on the lip, before slowly getting up without disturbing the two women of his life, grabbing his shorts.

He heads for the bathroom, stepping into the shower as his breathing quickens from the cold water.

"I guess I'm not having my second child now..." he says more to himself as he bangs his head against the shower tiles.

[luvxzaa]

SEUNGMIN KIM

It’s been 3 years since your together, and it’ll been 3 month since your pregnant.

Genre : fluff Warning : Crying, pregnancy, bad word to I thinks WC : 860

Seungmin and YN had been a couple for three years now. Three years since they had taken the plunge, a little gropingly, a little blindly, with doubts about the future and fears they hadn't necessarily dared to name out loud. But today, they could no longer imagine living without each other. Their bearings had adjusted, their habits had become intertwined, and their daily lives were filled with the precious little things they had built together.

That evening, they were having a quiet dinner at home, as they often do after a long day. The meal was nothing special — a simple dish, hastily reheated — but that was exactly what they liked best. Nothing extravagant, just the two of them, their forks clattering together, and the usual affectionate barbs.

Seungmin squinted at YN's plate, a mocking smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

— What's that supposed to be? Have you been cooking or conducting a dangerous science experiment?

He was teasing her, as always. It was their language.

She smiled a weak smile and looked down at her food without answering.

He frowned slightly, tilted his head.

— Are you ignoring me now? Do you realise that you've just broken the sacred rule of sarcasm at the table?

She shrugged, obviously lost in thought. There was an unusual silence. He looked at her for a few seconds, then put down his chopsticks.

- Hey. YN.

She slowly looked up at him.

- What's going on? I can see you. You've been somewhere else for a while. It's not just your dodgy food, is it? What's on your mind?

This time, his voice was soft, without the slightest trace of mockery. That look was the one he reserved only for her. The one that said he was there, entirely, whatever she had to say. Because after three years, he'd learned to read her, even when she wanted to hide her feelings. And he intended to stay by her side until she felt ready to tell him what was in her heart.

And that's when she knew she had to tell him. You know when you have big news that can turn everything upside down and everything can fall apart? Well, that's the moment.

She drops her fork, and starts playing nervously with her hands under the table as Seungmin looks at her worriedly.

Her eyes begin to sparkle, as a sad smile appears on her face.

"You know that I love you, right? Seungmin doesn't answer, just frowns as his heart clenches and fear suddenly overwhelms him. "You're the love of my life. You have to be that man Seungmin, please..." "What happens to you, Yn?" She flinches slightly at his tone.

She bites her lip as her hand runs nervously over her stomach. "I'm pregnant, Seungmin," she just says. Seungmin doesn't move, her gaze following the bottle of water on the table, transfixed. "I know it's a big thing, and we didn't plan that. You were there when they put my IUD in, I don't know how it's possible, but the blood tests and the ultrasound, it's..." she stops talking nervously.

"We're having a baby?" he says, his voice trembling. Yn finally looks up at him, and the scene she's hearing makes her melt. Seungmin's eyes are bright, and a little red while he's still staring at the bottle. "That not one of your shit right ? We really having a baby, Yn ? She bursts into tears as she nods, laughing slightly.

Seungmin's lip trembles slightly as he watches his beloved break the news. "Fuck," he hides his head under his hands as his shoulders begin to shake.

One gets up and grabs a handkerchief. She goes to sit on her boyfriend's lap, crying herself, as she moves her hands away from his tear-filled eyes. She brings the handkerchief to wipe away her tears. "we're going to be a real family, my puppy..."

Seungmin bursts into even more tears as he lays his head against Yn's shoulder and hugs her. She responds without hesitation, and hides her nose in her hair. "You're so annoying, fuck! I love you..." he hugs her even tighter as he pulls her head away from his shoulder to grab the handkerchief.

"I love you so much" He said, looking at her as he pressed his lips to hers. "I have to call my mom..."

So yes, it turned out pretty well after all...

[luvxzaa]

HAN

For him, I think it’s 50/50. He loves having sex with you, and the shower is no exception.

But sometimes, he just wants to be clingy with you. He follows you everywhere, and in those moments, he loves taking showers with you too.

Like, he’ll cuddle you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder — and that’s it.

Sometimes, he doesn’t even talk. He just stands there with you, quietly holding you like he needs the warmth more than the water.

You’ll feel his breath on your neck, slow and steady, and maybe his fingers drawing lazy circles on your hips.

He’s not looking for anything — not kisses, not more. Just you. Just that moment.

And when the water starts getting cold, he’s still not ready to let go.

“Five more minutes,” he murmurs, even if he knows you’re already both shivering a little.

FELIX

Yeah, this man is a big romantic.

Like, you come home (whether you live together or not) and he’s there waiting for you with a surprise, because he knows you had a long, stressful day.

He’s prepared a bath for you — with rose petals, candles, and lots of kisses.

Sometimes, you take the bath together. But other times, he just sits on the floor beside the tub, gently caressing your leg in the water.

And you talk. You talk about anything — your day, your mom, or just the two of you, and your future together.

Sometimes, your fingers find his through the water, and you just stay like that — connected in silence. It’s not always about saying the perfect thing, sometimes it’s just about being there.

And when you finally get out, wrapped in a towel, he wraps his arms around you like you’re the most fragile, precious thing in the world.

He helps you dry your hair, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, your cheek, your forehead.

Then he hands you your favorite hoodie — probably his — and pulls you into bed, not for anything else, just to hold you close until you fall asleep.

He’s not just in love with your body. He’s in love with your comfort, your peace, your quiet little moments.

SEUNGMIN

With Seungmin, sharing a shower isn’t always planned.

It usually starts with something simple — maybe you’re already in the bathroom, and he just quietly joins you, no grand gesture, no big words. Just a soft, “Move over,” as he steps in behind you, his voice still sleepy, his hair a little messy from his nap.

He’s not one for over-the-top romance, but he’s got this way of showing love in small, precise moments. He adjusts the water temperature because he knows you get cold easily. He passes you the shampoo without being asked. He teases you a little when you get soap in your eye, but he’s already rinsing it off for you before you can complain.

Sometimes, he stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, his chin resting lightly on your shoulder.

“Long day?” he asks, his voice barely louder than the sound of the water.

You nod.

He doesn’t say much else — just stays there, holding you like he understands everything without needing the explanation.

And when you’re done, he’s the one reaching for the towel, gently drying your hair with that slightly smug but soft look he gives when he’s being secretly affectionate.

“Don’t catch a cold, idiot,” he mumbles — which, coming from Seungmin, is basically a love letter.

I.N

With Jeongin, taking a shower together always feels a bit like a first time — every time.

He’s shy about it, at least at first. He’ll stand at the door, cheeks slightly pink, towel around his waist, and ask in the softest voice,

“Can I… join you?”

And when you say yes, he smiles like a kid sneaking into something he’s not sure he’s allowed to love this much.

At first, he tries to act casual — humming, playing with the steam on the glass — but the moment your fingers brush his, he freezes for a second and lets out a little awkward laugh.

He’s not the type to immediately go for skin-to-skin contact. He starts by washing your back, careful and precise, like he’s focusing on the task so he doesn’t mess up. Then he lets you do the same for him, and it makes him all quiet, almost nervous — but in a good way.

Then, something shifts. Maybe you drop the soap and both reach for it at the same time. Maybe he accidentally splashes you with water and starts giggling when you gasp dramatically. And suddenly, it becomes playful — soft laughter echoing in the steam, hands slipping around each other’s waists, noses bumping.

At some point, he ends up holding you close, water running down both your backs, and he whispers something like,

“I could stay like this forever.”

It’s not planned. It just slips out. And he immediately hides his face in your neck, mumbling, “Forget I said that.”

But you don’t forget. Because moments like these — clumsy, warm, honest — that’s exactly what loving Jeongin feels like.

[luvxzaa]

BANGCHAN

You know that, for me, you take usually shower together but not in a sexual way.

Like, he work a lot, we all know that, and I really think that when he come in your house (our your shared house) after a long day, he just want to be with you, cuddle, and sleep, but he have to take a shower first, so you’re taken this shower together.

Like, that happens some times when you have sex during the shower, but usually you just kiss each other, cuddle and I don’t know, showering ?

Just, you love simple things, for the two of you are happy, you just needed to be together, especially after a long day when work was hard for the both of you.

LEE KNOW

For him, I think is totally different. You’re not usually shared shower together. That happens sometimes of course, but rarely in a sexuelle way.

I think Minho prefers have sex with you like on the couch or the bedroom.

But when you take shower together, I just imagined a scene, like :

You take a shower together, because, he just want to be with you.

Is one of this day when is clingy with you, he just have a pick of love for you.

He ask you if you can scrub with soap and shower flower, and of course you did because, that all.

And, when you were of your knee, for scrub his leg, he just look at you with a smile.

« Now, you can suck my cock, baby ? »

You look at him, and you understand that it was is plan from the beginning.

But you did, and it was the best head that you give him to him, like, all the time.

Since then, he always want to take a shower, and you say yes rarely because you know why he want to take a shower with you

CHANGBIN

THIS MAN, ALWAYS TAKE BATH WITH YOU. You know, Changbin is in fact a big baby. And he always want to be with you, so take a bath ? He just love !

He love how near you are. He loves to cuddle you and caress your skin while you talk about everything and anything in a soft tone of voice.

Sometimes, he fingering you, and that all. But he just love this part of the day because he’s just de the both of you, in your love and that all.

He just tell you how much he love you and he want you to be is futur and that all.

One days, you fallen asleep in the bath during he caress your skin, and I think is the day he realize that he cannot live without you.

Because he’s just need you. He love you.

HYUNJIN

Maybe I’m the only one, but I think your thing is taking showers together.

Like in the morning — you have to go to work, and so does he, so you shower together before parting ways for the day.

Your day starts like that. Just the two of you.

Steam curling in the air, your arms wrapped around each other, half-awake, warm water running down your backs. No talking, sometimes. Just breathing. His hand on your waist. Your head against his chest.

It’s not about being in a rush or saving time.

It’s about having five more minutes.

Five more minutes close.

Five more minutes where the world can wait.

Sometimes he hums under his breath, some song stuck in his head. You don’t always recognize it, but the vibration of his voice against your skin is familiar. Comforting. Like home.

He’ll rinse your hair, careful not to get soap in your eyes. He always pretends not to care, but he’s gentle. He always is with you.

And sometimes, when the water gets a little too hot and you flinch, he immediately adjusts the temperature, hand brushing yours on the knob.

He grins.

You roll your eyes.

He kisses your temple anyway.

You don’t talk much — not about work, or the stress waiting for both of you outside the bathroom door. It’s almost like a truce. A pause in the world.

Just skin against skin, breath and water and warmth.

Just love, in the quietest form.

And then, after you’re both out, toweling off, rushing to get dressed, spilling coffee, missing socks — that morning moment stays with you.

It hums under your clothes.

It lingers in your smile.

It carries you through the day, knowing you’ll find each other again when the sun sets —

and maybe, just maybe, end the day the way it began.

Together.

[luvxzaa]

HAN

As far as I'm concerned, this guy has never been in a relationship. And it's not even because of his idol image, or the pressure, or the fame - it just hasn't happened yet. He's never been in a real relationship. Never been in love like that. Never had that deep, serious thing that makes you shake a bit. Maybe he's flirted, or done some quick stuff, experimented, but he's never been in something real and stable. Not before her.

And yet, he's already done stuff. Of course he has. But even he knows: it's not the same thing at all. Not the same gestures, not the same way of feeling, not the same desire. To do that with someone he loves? It's a whole other world. And that was the world he wanted to discover. For real. For a long time.

So yeah, Han, he's tactile. Expressive. He has a desire that comes quickly, that's strong, but not meaningless. In fact, the opposite is true: the more he loves, the stronger it gets. And with her, it was. Strong. Exciting. Almost unbearable at times. He looked at her as if he'd been waiting for this moment all his life. And suddenly, there it was, right in front of him.

He had this mixture of impatience and nervousness. He wanted it to be perfect, not in the aesthetic sense, but in the 'right' sense. That they were right together, connected, present. He was afraid of doing it wrong, afraid of wanting it too much. But at the same time, he needed to understand what it felt like to love someone so much, and to be able to show it with his body too.

And when he touched her, gently, he calmed down. He became more concentrated, more attentive. He had this intense but tender energy, this fire that he didn't want to boil over. He wanted to make love, really make love. Not just have sex. He wanted to experience it, with her, for real.

And when it happened, it wasn't perfect. But it was him. Full of nervous tenderness, gestures that were a little hesitant at times, deep looks, words whispered like apologies or promises. He wasn't trying to shine. He just wanted to be there. To do well. To live up to what it meant to him.

And when it was over, he held her tight. Not to play the romantic guy. Just because it was too strong to do otherwise. He held her close as if he'd found something he'd been looking for all his life. And in his head, there was only one sentence:

"Ah, okay... that's loving and doing it at the same time."

FELIX

With him, it's not spectacular. He's not nervous, he's not in a hurry, he's not a cliché. Felix loves slowly. Slowly. Completely. And right from the start, you can feel it: this is not a guy who takes this kind of moment lightly. For him, it's not just a physical act - it's a commitment, a language, a promise. He can't pretend, and above all, he doesn't want to.

And it's clear to me: Felix hasn't lived a thousand stories before this one. Not because he couldn't, but because he chooses carefully. He rarely gives access to everything he is - and when he does, he wants it to be deserved. Sincere. Safe.

So here, with her, it really was something new. And at the same time, something he'd been waiting for without admitting it to himself. He had this mixture of apparent calm and inner tension. As if he was getting ready to jump into something deep, but wanted to be sure it was the right moment.

He wasn't afraid, not really. But he was concentrated. Present. He's the kind of guy who looks you in the eye for a long time, even when he's not saying anything. He's the kind of guy who's always checking you're OK, who picks up on the slightest twitch, who knows when to slow down, when to breathe together. He wants things to be gentle, to be real.

He has this rare energy: he reassures, even in his vulnerability. He was a bit shaky at first. Not because he didn't know what to do, but because it mattered too much. He didn't just want it to be good, he wanted it to be the two of you. He wanted you to feel how much he loved you. How much he respects you.

And when he touched you, when he kissed you longer than usual, he froze a little. As if he realised that this was it, this was it. That it was real. There was this moment of silence, when he just looked at you, his eyes shining, his heart beating a little too fast.

Then he smiled, softly, almost embarrassed, and said something simple, like:

"If you're not feeling well... you let me know, eh?"

Not because he doubted you. But because he wanted you to know that he would listen to you. He always would.

And when he did, it was slow, tender, intense. Not perfect, but full of meaning. Every gesture had an intention, every breath had a particular warmth. He didn't want to impress. He wanted to understand you.

And afterwards, he never let you go. He held you to him as if the whole world could wait a little while. He stroked your hair, he put his forehead against yours, he whispered things that were almost inaudible. Not to be pretty. Just because it was natural for him to love like that.

SEUNGMIN

Seungmin was a different kettle of fish. There was no panic, no stress, no "am I going to do the right thing?" or "is this the right time?". No. He was ready. Clearly. You could see it in his eyes, in the way he spoke to you, in the confidence he'd been carrying around for weeks. He wasn't the type to hesitate or beat about the bush. He knew it was going to happen, he wanted it to happen, and he even had a little "you'll see" smile on his face.

But make no mistake. He wasn't about to rush headlong into it either. He wasn't a brute. He was just... sure of himself. Sure of you. Sure of you. That's it, really. He didn't just want to "do it", he wanted it to happen with you. With everything you meant, with everything he already felt, with the bond that had slowly but surely grown between you two. And this was just... the next step.

He didn't pretend to be detached, or play the exaggerated romantic. He was himself. Natural, focused, but at ease. And yeah, he was impatient. He half hid it, but you could feel the electricity in the way he looked at you, in his hands that barely moved but were already looking for you.

He didn't ask a thousand times if you were all right, because he knew you were there with him, in the same mood. He trusted you, just as you trusted him. And that changed everything.

When he started touching you, it was fluid. Not mechanical. It wasn't 'gentle' or 'intense', it was just right. Exactly right. You felt watched, wanted, but never reduced to a role. He knew what he was doing, clearly. And that didn't come from a book of techniques learnt by heart, but from a real ability to read you. To pick up on reactions, to listen without you saying a word.

And that's what made it so amazing: he'd already understood you, even before he started. He had studied you without making you feel uncomfortable. He knew where to put his hands, when to slow down, when to keep silent. He wasn't trying to 'perform', he just wanted you to feel good, together, there, in that moment.

And after that, he didn't change. He didn't need to add cute gestures or justify himself. He looked at you, he smiled at you - a real, calm, proud smile - and he held you, without saying anything. Like: "Yeah. That's exactly how I imagined it."

I.N

You and I.N. were really something special. No classic game of seduction, no big flirtation on display. You were there, gravitating towards each other, like two magnets not quite sure whether to attract or avoid each other. And yet, this thing was there. Everyone could feel it. Even you pretended not to see it, but you weren't fooled.

There was no plan. No discussion. Just that moment. That night. When everything fell into place. You stopped thinking, stopped beating around the bush, and it just happened. It just happened. No drama, no pressure. It wasn't an empty impulse - it was everything you'd been holding inside you coming out all at once.

And even if I.N. isn't the type to 'do' without thinking, this was different. It wasn't about quick pleasure or physical need. It was just the two of you, in that moment when nothing else mattered, when the barriers fell by themselves.

What happened afterwards? Well, you slept. As if nothing had happened. Well... not exactly 'nothing', because you both knew that what had happened wasn't trivial. It wasn't a passing 'delirium' or a vague mistake. There had been too much sincerity in his gestures, too much attention, too much restraint at times, as if he were afraid of going too far, when you were already naked - literally and figuratively.

It was the next day that everything changed. There was no need to talk for hours. You just looked at each other, your eyes still tired, your hearts a little tight. And that's when you understood. It wasn't just that. It wasn't just the day before. It was what was behind it all along. The thing you refused to name.

A simple look, a half-breathed "what do we do now?" and that was it.

It was you. That was it. No need for titles, no need for certainties. You just stopped denying it.

[luvxzaa]

BANGCHAN

Frankly, I know it's not his first time. I know that, and we all know that, and yet... there's something about the way he approaches this moment, like it's the first time that really counts. Not just a carnal thing, not an obligatory passage - no. A real moment. Something sweet, precious, almost sacred. With you, he wants everything to be perfect. He wants to do things right, really right.

And you see, he's dead serious. Not nervous, but focused. He thinks about everything: the silence around you, the warmth of the room, the subdued light. He's afraid that the slightest noise in the world will break it all up. He wants you to be alone in this bubble, just the two of you. He's afraid of movement, of too much, too little. He's here, fully, and he wants you to feel that you've got his whole head, his whole heart.

And he's so gentle. But not automatic softness, not a facade. Real, sincere sweetness. He touches you like you're a secret. He looks at you like he's reading you. He waits, never forcing himself. He captures your gestures, your breath, your silences. He tries to understand you without you having to say a word.

He's not trying to impress. He's not trying to prove anything to you. He just wants to be there, with you, and for it to be true. Just real. He takes his time. He pays attention to everything, to you, to how you feel. He's there, listening, even when you say nothing.

And then... even then, he doesn't leave. He doesn't leave you alone in the void. He holds you to him, squeezes you like you're precious, like he's afraid you'll escape. He speaks softly to you. He looks at you again. He's watching you, not like a cop, but like someone who just wants to make sure you're okay.

And that, frankly... is rare. And so beautiful.

LEE KNOW

With him, it's not a classic story. You know it, and so does he. He's never hidden it from you: he's not completely straight. He's always been more attracted to men than women, and for a long time, he thought that would never change. He's had one experience with a woman, yeah, but frankly... it mostly confirmed to him that that wasn't where he felt comfortable. That he was vibrating elsewhere, differently. So with you, it's different. Totally unexpected. And even if it scares him, he does his best not to let it show.

Because yes, he acts with this kind of disguised assurance. Like, he keeps his cool, he smiles like it's routine, like it's easy. He jokes a little, he deflects attention, he brushes past you like it's nothing... but you can feel that behind it, he's panicking a little. He wants to do the right thing, and that's exactly what makes him clumsy in the head. He keeps telling himself that he'll be fine, that he can handle it - but this is an important moment for him. He knows it's not just one night. He knows it's you.

And yet, despite this inner pressure, he's moving forward. With you. Even if his movements are hesitant at first, even if he seems to be searching for a balance he hasn't yet found. He touches you gently, as if trying to understand you and himself. He stays in the dark for a few minutes, as if waiting for an inner signal to let go.

And then there's that moment. That little click. He looks at you, and he understands something essential: you're not there to judge him, you're not there to test him. You're there for the same thing, together. To share, not prove. And then, it releases. All at once.

He relaxes, takes you in his arms differently. He touches you with more confidence - but this time, the real kind. The kind that comes from comfort, not facade. He starts to smile for real, to breathe harder against you, to stop thinking too much about doing the right thing and just be there. Completely. He lets himself be surprised by the gentleness, by you, by the pleasure too. And you feel it, in the way he kisses you, the way he whispers things without even realizing it.

And when it's over, he just stands there. He doesn't say anything right away. He looks at you, touches you again with his fingertips, as if he wanted to prolong it just a little. He seems soothed, as if something has refocused inside him. As if, through you, he's finally allowing himself to experience something he didn't think was for him. Something real, intimate, simple.

And frankly, maybe that's the best part.

CHANGBIN

With Changbin, it's not the kind of thing he takes lightly. He doesn't pretend. When he loves, it's for real. When he looks at you, it's with a mixture of tenderness and fire in his eyes. And that night, no matter how hard he tried to stay calm, you could feel it: he was burning from the inside out.

You know him, he's got that shell. He pretends, he laughs, he deflects the subjects with his humor, he throws in jokes to break the tension. He tries to play the confident guy, the one who's got everything under control, but his hands shake a little when he puts them on you. It's not fear, no - it's respect. He doesn't just want to touch you. He wants you to feel how important you are. How this moment, right here, right now, isn't just a step for him. It's a real choice.

And even if it's not his first time, you feel it's the first time like this. The first time with someone he looks at like that. He means well. He doesn't want you to doubt him for a second. He puts a lot of pressure on himself, but he doesn't say anything. He keeps it all inside, as usual. He's trying hard, but his gestures are more hesitant than he'd like to admit.

And then, at some point, he cracks a little. Not in a bad way - in a good way. He takes you in his arms, rests his forehead against yours, closes his eyes. And then he says to you, in a barely audible voice, "Tell me if you're not okay, okay? Tell me everything." And you understand. You understand that behind his muscles, his jokes, his energy... he's just a guy who wants to make you feel good, to make you feel safe.

And then he lets loose. Not all at once, but slowly. He starts to touch you in a different way. More frankly. His hands become more sure, his breath more irregular. He whispers your name like a promise. He pays attention to everything. Your gestures, your silences, the slightest variation in your breath. He's there, all of him, and he almost steps aside so that you are at the center.

And when it's over, he holds you in his arms as if protecting you from the world. He never lets go. He looks at you with something in his eyes you've never seen before. He doesn't say much, because he's not a talker when he's moved, but it's all there, in the way he holds you close. The way he puts his hand on the back of your neck. The way he stays awake, listening to you breathe.

With Changbin, it's not always poetic, not always perfect. But it's raw, it's true, it's deep. And that night, you know it: he gave you everything.

HYUNJIN

With Hyunjin, everything is always stronger, more vibrant, more alive. So obviously, this moment... he's experiencing it 300%. He didn't tell you directly, but you know: for him, it's not just a 'first time'. It's a milestone, a kind of invisible test. He thought that if you could get through this together - with sincerity, with gentleness, with desire - then you could get through anything. And even though he looks confident, keeps his gentle smile, talks to you as if it's natural... you feel that he's trembling a little inside.

He wants it to be perfect. Not in the choreographed or sexy sense - perfect in the 'real' sense. That you're both there, present, without masks, without filters. He doesn't want to "seduce" you like you play a role. He wants to touch you like a secret. He wants to discover you the way you open a letter you've been waiting months to receive.

And yet he retains this natural confidence, this little "I've got this" side that reassures you. He looks at you with that quiet intensity, as if he knows this is the right moment. He touches you gently, with a slowness that makes your heart beat faster. He whispers things, not to fill the silence, but to anchor you to him. So that you know you can trust him.

And then, at one point, he tenses up a little. Just for a second. As if realising how important this is. He freezes, he looks at you, he seeks your gaze. And you can see it in his eyes: he's freaking out a bit. Not about you. About what it means. About everything this moment changes. But he smiles anyway, sighs softly, and kisses you on the forehead. And he says something simple in his head: we're both here for the same reason. So off we go. Together.

And from then on, he lets himself go. Not like someone playing a role. Like someone who lets himself slip into something beautiful. His hands become more sure, his breath deeper. He clings to you as if he doesn't want to let the moment slip away. He makes love to you the way you build something: not just with your body, but with your heart, with your eyes, with the skin that trembles and the silences that reassure.

And when it's over, he hugs you. Hard. As if he wanted to keep you there a little longer, just to make sure it was real. He strokes your hair, he looks at you with that tired, loving smile. He doesn't say anything too big, because he doesn't want to spoil what you've just experienced. But in his head, it's clear: he's just fallen a little bit more in love with you.

And you don't need to say anything. Because you felt the same way.

[luvxzaa]

Welcome, please come in…

✈︎ Travel a little in my head, and in some of the lives I like to create when I'm bored.

Soft [s] — Mature [m] — angst [a]

OT8 & MORE

[s] Your first time together — Hyung — Maknae

[s] When you take shower — Hyung — Maknae

[m] Almost caught — Chan (with smut)

[s] Seeing you — Lee know

[s] Live — Changbin

[a] Best friend — Hyunjin

[s] Ride — Han

[s] Park — Felix

[s] You, me and… — Seungmin

[m] Neighbor — I.N

[s] Random text with boyfriend Skz — OT8

[s] Nobody Gets me — Chan

[s] Sankofa — Lee know

[s] Concert — Han

SERIES

IDOLE AU

NO IDOLE AU