#k smut 🩰

[eyesforfuma]

disclaimer. choking

kei who loves choking you with both hands, he really only needs one to cover your whole neck but loves to overpower you and hear your broken moans, he would pause whenever he wants or feels you are getting close, resting his hands on your neck just to feel how your heartbeat increased

at first he was afraid to hurt you (although he never goes too far) but the marks his hands leave on your skin makes him lose his mind, seeing how needy you get, how you grab his wrists while he chokes you, digging your nails on his skin, mouth open and eyes rolling back, what a pretty sight for him

"you love it when i fuck you dumb, don't you? taking all of me, letting me play with you however i want, acting so weak to my touch"

he praises you when you don't tap out that quickly

"that's it, love, i know you can take a bit more" "gosh, you look so tiny compared to me"

oh, and he definitely enjoys it too, while kei doesn't find the same pleasure as you he loves when you please yourself by using him, he loves when you ride him and support your weight on his neck, chuckling at how pretty and desperate you look trying to reach your climax, thrusting into you while holding your hips down, losing focus whenever you squeeze his neck too tightly, allowing you to take control over him, letting you fuck yourself on his pretty cock

[nicholasluvbot]

MAKE YOU WANNA KISS 𓂃 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌

ㅤㅤ― 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒.

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骚人 : i miss dojaejung TT

PARK SUNGHO

sungho is just about to leave your place. slinging his bag over his shoulder, he turns to you, soft smile playing on his lips as he leans in to place a sweet goodbye kiss to your lips.

and you dodge.

he stops for a second, blinking at you like he miscalculated his own movement. then, with an amused chuckle, he leans in again.

and you dodge again.

he pulls away, brows raising slightly in disbelief before furrowing. “oh,” he murmurs, stepping closer.

you can’t even react before he places his hands on your hips firmly, pushing you back until you’re pressed against the door, one hand cradling the back of your head so that you don’t hurt yourself.

your breath catches as he leans in, gaze flickering to his lips. his lips are on yours immediately, kissing you slow and deep, fingers tightening at your waist as if to keep you from escaping again, as if he was reminding you what you were about to miss out on if you’d dodged one more time.

he pulls away and smirks at the dazed expression on your face. “cute,” he whispers, winking at you before slipping out the door.

you’re left standing there, completely dumbfounded and breathless.

LEE RIWOO

you dodge riwoo’s first kiss, and he just blinks at you with confusion. then he laughs it off, thinking it might’ve just been a coincidence.

but after a few more missed kisses, he places both hands on your shoulders and makes you face him. “alright, what’s up?”

you play innocent. “what do you mean?”

riwoo narrows his eyes before suddenly tugging you closer. his hands snake around your waist, keeping you in place, in close proximity with him.

he leans in slowly, lips lingering over yours. you tilt your head instinctively, anticipating the kiss—

and he pulls away.

his hands, which were just all over your body, are now tucked into his pockets as he turns around casually, whistling a tune.

your lips part in shock. “did you just—”

he tilts his head cockily, a teasing smirk on his lips. “what?”

you grab his collar, pulling him back in. “you—”

he rests his forehead against yours, still smirking. “feels unfair, huh?”

“no. you do not get to turn this on me.”

he just laughs, pecking your nose instead. “payback’s fun.”

MYUNG JAEHYUN

you’ve been ignoring jaehyun’s kisses all day. turning your head every time he leans in, making excuses—his lips landing either on your cheek, shoulder, or somewhere totally random every time he tries to steal a kiss.

at first, he pouts. then he starts laughing, thinking you’re just being playful. by the third time, his smile falters a little, but he doesn’t say anything.

by the end of the day, he’s sitting in a corner, looking down at his hands, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. one look at him and you immediately regret playing the stupid prank on him.

his usual bright eyes are filled with hesitance, and doubt.

“...do you hate me?” he asks softly.

your heart drops. “what?”

jaehyun bites his lip. “you’ve been ignoring me all day,” he whispers. “did i do something wrong?”

you feel so bad instantly. “oh, jaehyun…” you step closer, reaching for his hand, but he doesn’t move. you have to tiptoe and press a kiss to his cheek to get him to finally meet your eyes.

“i was just messing with you,” you explain.

his lips tremble slightly. “it wasn’t funny.”

you cup his face, pressing multiple kisses on his forehead until the furrow between his brows disappears. you then pull him in a warm hug, “i know, i’m sorry,” you murmur against his neck.

he melts instantly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you both down until you’re settled in his lap. “you owe me cuddles,” he mumbles, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“i’ll cuddle you all night,” you promise.

and you do.

HAN TAESAN

the first time you dodge taesan’s kiss, he lets it slide. maybe you didn’t notice, maybe you moved by accident—he doesn’t think much of it.

the second time? he notices.

he doesn’t say anything, just pauses for a fraction of a second before shifting like nothing happened.

oh, so this is how it’s going to be, he thinks.

still, he doesn’t bring it up. he’s patient.

the next day, you’ve completely forgotten about your little game. taesan is sitting next to you, one arm lazily draped around the back of the couch, the other scrolling on his phone.

you lean in instinctively, pressing your hand against his jaw to pull him closer—

and he moves his face, dodging your kiss.

your lips land on empty air, and you freeze, confused. “huh?”

when you look at him, he’s staring back at you with a tiny, satisfied smirk.

“something wrong?” he asks, feigning innocence.

you squint at him, mouth agape, realization sinking in. “are you—”

he looks back at his phone, pretending to be deeply interested in whatever stupid video it’s showing. “hm?”

you grab his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you. “han taesan.”

he’s smirking now, clearly enjoying himself. “yes?”

you glare before leaning in, attacking him with kisses all over his face—his nose, cheeks, forehead, jaw—everywhere until he’s a giggling mess in your arms.

“there,” you huff, “now we’re even.”

taesan shakes his head and tugs you closer again, his voice softer now. “not yet,” he mutters before finally kissing your lips properly.

KIM LEEHAN

the first time you dodge leehan’s kiss, he blinks in surprise but stays quiet.

the second time, his brows furrow slightly, and he studies you for a moment before shrugging it off.

by the third time, he catches on.

he doesn’t confront you right away. instead, he watches. observes. the way your eyes flicker mischievously before dodging, the way you try to hold back a smile—it’s a game.

and he lets you think you’re winning.

until later that evening, when you’re both sitting on the floor of his room, snacking and chatting about nothing in particular. he shifts a little closer, brushing his pinky gently against yours, and you don’t think much of it.

until, in one smooth motion, he leans in and kisses the corner of your lips before you can move away.

your breath catches.

before you can react, he tilts his head, trailing soft kisses along your cheeks, jaw, and down your neck. his kisses are slow, teasing, as if he’s savoring every second of the torment inside of you.

“you can’t avoid me forever,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and amused.

your heart stutters. “leehan—”

he finally pulls back, resting his head on your shoulder and gazing at you with soft eyes and a knowing smile. “done playing now?”

you huff, but your face is burning. “…maybe.”

leehan chuckles, leaning in again—this time, you don’t have it in yourself to dodge.

KIM WOONHAK

you’re lying on the bed, scrolling on your phone, when woonhak shifts beside you, leaning in.

you turn your head, still focused on your screen.

a beat of silence.

then he talks about something else, acting like nothing happened. a few minutes later, he leans in again. and you dodge. again.

this time, he stops. blinks, lips slightly parted in shock. then, in one swift motion, he rolls over, pinning you down against the mattress.

you yelp in surprise. “woonhak—”

“dodging me?” he muses, fingers finding your sides. “that’s crazy.”

before you can utter another word, he starts tickling you mercilessly. you shriek, squirming, but he’s relentless, laughing as you gasp for air.

“say you won’t do it again,” he demands.

you’re laughing so hard, you can only gasp out, “woonhak, please st—”

“say it.”

“okay, okay. i won’t—”

he finally stops, letting you catch your breath. then, before you can complain, he leans down and presses soft, lingering kisses on your lips.

“you,” he murmurs, kissing you again, “are never allowed to do that again.”

you just hum, dazed. “okay.”

tags ( boynextdoor ) @coquettejunnie , @hanninova , @chaeneu , @aloe-7 , @en-dream , @rizzkisworld , @cosmicwintr , @mydearyeseo , @ladyaida , @fae-renjun , @slytherinshua , @jjennuine , @amouriu , @i03jae , @kstrucknet , @k-films , @sgz-net

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🌷: Smut

🩰: Angst

🧸: Fluff

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JJK ▶︎

Gojo S.

🩰🧸// “Salt In The Wound”

Geto S.

🩰🧸// “Your Side Of The Bed”

Choso K.

🩰// “A Taste Of Love”

🩰// “Too Much To Not Notice”

🩰// “Not Enough To Notice”

Ino T.

🩰// “What We Left Behind”

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💚K so,, Hi!! :D

I’m Screuxluse

(Pronounced sckr-OO LEWse)

You can call me anything from Screux to Lusie/Lulu to Andy if you prefer :))

I’m your local eldritch cluster of cryptid(s) [HAHA SYSTEM JOKE] entertained by brainrot technology,, and I hope to fuel the perpetual goulash with my own creations and spread chaos in my wake :3

💚I use any pronouns,, literally impossible to misgender me-

He/They/She/It/Void🧬

I’m also neurodivergent,, in case that wasn’t painfully obvious… 👁️👁️💦

(My special interests are very important to me,, in a multitude of ways-)

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Special Interests:

• TCOAAL💚🩷

• K-Pop Demon Hunters 💖

• Weirdcore 👁️

• Alfred’s Playhouse 🏠

• Undertale ❤️

• Monster High 💀 (Gen.1 & Gen.3)

• Pinky and Pepper Forever 🦴

• Melanie Martinez 🩰 (All Eras)

• Bojack Horseman 🐴

• Sally Face 🎸

• Danny Phantom 👻

• Sonic.exe [Sonic in general too but-]

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• Gloomy Bear 🧸

• Re-Animator 💉

• Frankenstein 🧟

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• Spinel (Steven Universe) 💖

• Ember McLain (Danny Phantom) 👻

• Roxanne Wolf (FnafSB) 🐺

• Doe (JOHN DOE Game) 👁️

• Larry Johnson (Sally Face) 🎨

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[idol-fantasies-rp]

Hi hi!! I’m so happy to be here! 🩰

I’m looking for a person to rp with ☹️

I’ll keep it short and sweet, here’s a few things I’m looking for:

1. I’m a 19+ female, I’d prefer for my partner to be also be 19+ and preferable female as well.

2. I’m into so many tropes, dark themes are welcomed, we love angst, fluff and smut here ofc.

3. Some K-pop fandoms I’m in right now would be: TXT, ENHYPEN, &Team and P1Harmony.

4. I’d say I’m semi literate (Depending on the complexity of the roleplay I’d add more details.)

5. I typical do 1st person.

6. I do double ups so both parties are happy. 😁

7. Some plots I’d love are based on some of my favorite shows/movies like: Bridgerton, The walking dead, Outer banks, The summer I turned pretty, Harry Potter, etc.

8. FxM (If you want to play a female oc with a female idol that’s perfectly fine, personally I’d prefer for my female oc to be with a male idol, but don’t worry that’s what double ups are for 😁)

9. OCxCC and CCxCC (On my part I’ll always be playing my OC for me but if you want to play an idol with an idol that’s perfectly fine, again that’s what double ups are for :))

10. If interested! Comment or like this and I’ll make sure to reach out, have a great day everyone! 💕💕💕

Like or comment and anon will reach out

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strip kitty cards | 1,7k words (smut, not requested)

rafayel as a dad | ? parts (fluff, smut, series, not requested)

strip kitty cards | 2k words (smut, not requested)

sylus as a dad | ? parts (fluff, smut, series, not requested)

strip kitty cards | k words (smut, not requested)

caleb as a dad | ? parts (fluff, smut, series, not requested)

strip kitty cards | k words (smut, not requested)

xavier as a dad | ? parts (fluff, smut, series, not requested)

strip kitty cards | k words (smut, not requested)

zayne as a dad | ? parts (fluff, smut, series, not requested)

[eyesforfuma]

Hello! I've been thinking about this, and I was wondering if you had any takes on which members would make the most noise when they reached their peak/climax or would be the most vocal? 🫣

hi anon!!

omg i luv luuuuv this thought and this question... i feel it really depends on the mood or if they are being rough but,

i feel that k is very very vocal, always praising you, cursing, "you feel so tight, you are always so ready for me" "you look so pretty" "you love this, don't you? nasty little girl", but probably would like to muffle his climax kissing you or moaning against your skin or your lips, not too loud

fuma is full fuuuull of sounds but not much words during sex, "last stretch baby, i know you can take it" "just like that" "i love how good you make me feel", he grunts a lot, quiet but rough moans if that makes sense, biiiig grunt when he cums even if he wasn't fucking you roughly

nicho is literally a bigmouth, it would be weird for him not to talk, big big moaner, he would moan or grunt with every thrust even if hes not being rough "you take me so well", lots of "fuck"s, "that's it" "gosh, you look so pretty when you ride me", not particularly a loud moan but more of a groan when he is done, yummy

ej is a whimpering man, i feel he would get shy if you hear him moan but cannot contain himself, getting all red and pretty, specially when you tease him, vocal in the way he is a beggy boy, a lot of "please, i'll be good, please" "i am a good boy", loud sobbing climax probably followed by an "i love you" every single time he finishes

yuma is only talkative when he is taking control, to give instructions, to tell you exactly what he wants and needs "thats it, baby, keep it in your mouth" "you are so needy, do you need it this much?" "come on, dont be shy, i want you drooling all over it", moan mixed with a groan, not too loud either

jo is similar to euijoo but with a mix of kei but in a shy version, lots of whimpers but lots of praises, "you are so pretty" "please don't stop", "i love your taste", rather than a big moan it would a big sob/whimper, he is sooo sensitive so the climax leaves him weak and would be sorry if he makes a big mess

harua, oh my, harua is the most silent of them all, not really talkative but he makes you know how much he is enjoying it with his touch, if he says something is really low that you can barely understand but you dont make him repeat himself, probably a "god this feels so good" , he is in his own little world enjoying the moment, quiet and shivering climax, lips parted barely making a sound

taki, big whimperer, big moaner, the most talkative even though most of the time what he is saying doesn't make any sense, he loves to say anything that crosses his mind, stutters a lot, "plea- please take it all" "let me fill you up, princess" "i- i- i- please please give me- just like- dont stop- my sweet princess", louuud moan, whimper, sob, legs trembling when he cums poor baby <3

[eyesforfuma]

thinking about self absorbed K who enjoys watching himself in the mirror while he fucks a bit more than fucking you sometimes

while he does enjoy fucking you (why wouldn't he? you are his little precious pleasure toy) he just loves to fuck you on all fours right in front of the mirror, making sure he has a clear view of both your pretty face and his, he loves when you moan his name and praise him on how good he is at filling you up

"why don’t you tell me how much you enjoy how I fuck you, huh? say it, use your words, tell K how much you love it when i pound into you and fill you up" he says as he pushes his hair back with his hand, never taking his eyes off the mirror

he would groan when you call him handsome or pretty and he uses that as a motivation to pound you even faster and rougher, becoming sloppy and messy which is not usual for him but something about the words "you look so handsome while you make me yours" coming out of your sweet mouth makes him dizzy

he knows how good he looks, he loves watching his muscles flex and even takes pictures sometimes of how good you both look, all sweaty from hours of pleasure

"come here" he would say as he gently pulls you by your hair, pulling you close to him, pressing his chest against your back while he is still inside of you, one arm holds you tightly while his other hand cups your cheeks forcing you to look straight into the mirror "don't you think you look pretty being used like this? flushy cheeks, can't even hold yourself together, mumbling nonsense, coming all over my cock over and over again, being so good for K" while he whispers that into your ear you know he is not even looking at you, both your eyes and his are always focused on his face, on his pretty lips saying all those nasty things and his veiny arms that hold you in place

[nicholasluvbot]

ㅤ✴ㅤ𝖲𝖮 𝗂𝖭 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤ㅤ:ㅤ𝖧𝖨𝖱𝖮𝖳𝖠 𝖱𝖨𝖪𝖨

❪ 𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝗂𝖲 ❫ 宏田力 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ 600 ✧ 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ⸝⸝ 𝗐. ──── 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 🗯ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗒 :𝗉

he randomly wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and swaying slightly. he doesn’t say anything—just holds you like he needs to recharge. if you try to move, his grip tightens just a little. “don’t leave just yet,” he murmurs close to your ear, voice soft enough to make your heart melt.

he swears he’s not the jealous type, but the moment someone else makes you laugh a little too hard, he’s suddenly right next to you, head resting on your shoulder, a stupidly adorable pout on his lips. he just stares at you like a kicked puppy until you finally give him all your attention. and when you do, he gets oddly sassy, lips twitching into a smirk. “oh, now you wanna talk to me?”

he loves kissing you so much. slow, lazy kisses when you're tangled on the couch without a care in the world. rushed, breathless kisses when he’s missed you too much to be patient. teasing kisses where he pulls away just as you lean in for more, grinning at your frustration before finally giving in.

you’re his personal pillow. he never misses a chance to lay his head on your shoulder, lap, tummy—anywhere. whether you're on the bed, the couch, or lying on the floor just because, he’ll crawl over and settle his head on your stomach, arms wrapped around your waist. sometimes he just listens to your breathing, other times he absentmindedly presses soft kisses to your skin. if you run your fingers through his hair, he’ll sigh in contentment, nuzzling closer.

his closet is basically yours. he doesn’t even pretend to be annoyed when you steal his hoodies, just grins when he sees you drowning in the fabric after he gets home from work. “you know, you could just ask me to hug you instead.” but the moment you wear one of his shirts to bed? it’s over for him. he stares at you like you hung the stars before pulling you into his arms, lips brushing against your forehead. “yeah, you’re never giving this back.”

the second he sees you upset, everything else fades into the background. whatever he was doing—texting, cooking, playing a game—forgotten in an instant. he pulls you onto his lap without a word, arms wrapping around you tightly as he presses soft kisses along your temple, your cheek, the corner of your lips. “what’s wrong, baby?” his voice is low, gentle, laced with concern. but before you can even answer, he’s already on a mission to cheer you up—peppering kisses all over your face, nuzzling into your neck, whispering silly things just to hear you laugh. and when you finally do—when that giggle slips out despite yourself—he grins, triumphant, holding you even closer. “there it is,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “my favorite sound.”

he always needs to have you close, no matter where you are. his hand resting on your thigh absentmindedly when you're sitting together, thumb tracing soft circles against your skin. his fingers brushing against yours under the table, hooking your pinkies together. if you're walking side by side, his hand naturally finds the small of your back, guiding you gently through crowds.

when you're with friends, he’s just as clingy—an arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you close as he leans in to whisper something just for you. if you tease him about it, he just smirks, squeezing your waist. “what? can’t help it,” he shrugs, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. and to him, it is.

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alternatively ───── cherished moments with them that make your heart flutter.

myung jaehyun.

01. You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, completely unaware of the mischievous grin spreading across Jaehyun’s face as he inches closer to you. “Hey,” he calls out softly, pulling your attention away from the screen. When you look up, he’s leaning in, his face mere inches from yours, as if he’s about to kiss you. Your heart skips a beat at the sudden proximity, and you tilt your head slightly in anticipation, only for him to gently tap the tip of your nose with his finger. “Boop,” he says with a wide grin, his dimples deepening as he pulls back just enough to catch your surprised expression. You blink, momentarily caught off guard, before bursting into laughter. “You’re such a dork,” you say fondly, with a faux roll of your eyes. Jaehyun chuckles, pinching your cheek adoringly before cupping your face in both hands. His thumbs brush lightly against your skin as he tilts your head closer to his, his lips hovering just shy of yours. But just as one hand sneaks back toward your nose for another playful tap, you grab a fistful of his shirt and tug him forward, crashing his lips into yours.

02. You’re getting ready for a friend’s birthday, standing in front of the mirror as you rant about your day to Jaehyun. He’s sprawled out on your bed, lazily watching you doll up for the event with an amused smile. Just as you finish with your makeup, you step back from the mirror to check your outfit, still talking about the minor frustrations of your day. Before you can take another step, Jaehyun gets up and gently pulls you back against him, his arms sliding around your waist. You let out a surprised yelp as his fingers brush against your collarbones, adjusting the clasp of your necklace and twisting it so it sits properly at the back. His touch lingers for a moment, feather-light against your skin. “There you go,” he says with a small smile, his dimples making another devastatingly cute appearance. You don’t realize you’re blushing until he tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, bringing a finger up to gently poke your cheek. “Who’s the blush for, pretty?” he teases, his voice light and playful. Quickly shaking your head in denial, you mumble something incoherent, but Jaehyun just chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. He cups your jaw, leaning in to press a feather-light kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Let’s go,” he murmurs, taking your hand in his as he leads you out of the house.

03. The crowd around you is overwhelming—voices blending into a loud hum, bodies pressing too close for comfort. You glance over at Jaehyun, who’s walking beside you, looking just as anxious as you feel. When your eyes meet, your hands instinctively reach for each other. Jaehyun’s hand is warm, his grip firm but reassuring. “Don’t let go,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand as he guides you through the sea of people. Even after you’re in the clear, standing in the open with space to breathe, he doesn’t let go. His thumb gently brushes over the back of your hand, sending tiny sparks through your skin. It’s as if holding on to you feels more natural to him than letting go, and honestly, you’re in no rush to pull away either.

park sungho.

01. You complain about your aching feet after a long walk—or worse, a painful shoe bite—and before you can finish, Sungho crouches down in front of you, rolling his eyes dramatically. "What did I tell you about wearing the wrong shoes?" he scolds, though there’s no real bite to his words. He pats his back, glancing at you over his shoulder with a grin. "Hop on." When you hesitate, he shifts impatiently, his voice turning into a whiny plea. "Come on, don’t make me beg." Your giggles fill the air as you finally climb onto his back, his hands steady and warm as they grip your thighs to hold you in place. He adjusts his hold before giving a satisfied hum. "See? Told you I’ve got you." You rest your chin on his shoulder, your laughter softening into a content smile as he carries you the rest of the way, his steps steady and comforting, just like him.

02. After a long, exhausting day, the two of you sit together on the bus ride home. You let out a quiet sigh, and that’s all Sungho needs to notice how tired you are. Without saying a word, he gently nudges your arm and gestures to his shoulder with a soft smile. You rest your head against him, the broadness of his shoulders providing an unexpected comfort despite the firmness of his muscles. He shifts slightly, leaning his cheek against the crown of your head. Just as you’re about to drift off, you feel the soft press of his lips against your hair, his kiss lingering for a moment, warm and tender.

03. Even when you insist you’re full, Sungho always saves the last bite for you—without fail. He picks it up and holds it out in front of your mouth, grinning cheekily. "Say aah," he teases, opening his own mouth wide in demonstration. You try to suppress a laugh at your boyfriend’s antics but give in, letting him feed you. The satisfaction in his eyes as you take the bite is almost comical, and you’re just about to tease him when he leans in and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. Your words die in your throat as heat rises to your face, leaving you flustered and Sungho grinning wider.

lee riwoo.

01. You’re both busy with your own things—he’s watching a show on TV while you’re curled up next to him with a book, your legs resting comfortably over his. Every so often, Riwoo glances at you, quietly admiring the way your brows furrow in concentration, the way you absentmindedly fidget with your lower lip. When a strand of hair falls into your face, you don’t even notice. Riwoo does, though. Gently, he tucks the strand behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your skin for the briefest moment. “There,” he murmurs softly, turning his attention back to the TV, though the shy smile creeping onto his face betrays him.

02. Riwoo isn’t the type to initiate big, dramatic displays of affection, but sometimes, when the moment feels just right, he can’t help himself. Like now, as you stand in the kitchen, focused on something entirely mundane—washing dishes, chopping vegetables, or scrolling through a recipe on your phone. Quietly, he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, moving your hair aside to rest his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You flinch slightly at the sudden contact, letting out a small gasp. “You startled me,” you murmur, though your voice softens as you relax in his hold. “’M sorry,” he whispers, his voice muffled against your skin, his arms tightening just a bit more as his hands come together, anchoring you in place.

03. You’re running late, practically hopping around as you slip your shoes on, fingers raking through your hair in a futile attempt to tame it. Riwoo watches from the doorway, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as you huff in frustration. He steps forward, gently tugging your arm to stop you. “Here, let me fix it,” he says softly, his voice low and soothing. Before you can protest, his hands are in your hair, his fingers working delicately through the tangles. He smooths down the flyaways, combing through the strands with practiced ease, his touch gentle but sure. When he’s done, he steps back, tilting his head slightly as he admires his work—and you. “What?” you ask, catching the faint smile tugging at his lips. “So pretty,” he says simply. Before you can recover, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Bye, love,” he whispers, stepping back as you leave the house. Your knees feel wobbly, your heart racing as you glance back at him one last time before heading out, a giddy smile tugging at your own lips.

han taesan.

01. It’s late, and you’re both supposed to be asleep unless you want to risk being late for work the next morning. But none of that seems to matter. You stand on your tiptoes to pull the ice cream from the freezer, feeling Taesan’s presence lingering behind you. You place the tub on the counter when you feel him tug at the sleeve of your hoodie. Turning around, you’re met with the sight of Taesan’s face bathed in the soft glow of the refrigerator light, his eyes holding a tenderness that makes your heart ache in the best way. He steps closer, his hands finding your waist as he pulls you toward him. His forehead rests gently against yours, and the quiet intimacy of the moment steals your breath. Instinctively, your hand lifts to brush against his cheek, but he winces at the chill of your fingers against his warm skin. “Sorry,” you giggle softly, pulling your hand back quickly. Taesan’s lips twitch into a small, lopsided smile as he takes your hands in his, enveloping them in his warmth. He rubs them gently, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles until the coldness fades. But even when your hands are warm, he doesn’t let go. Instead, he lifts one of your hands to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles before leaning forward to place another on your forehead. He rests his cheek against your temple, his arms wrapping around you fully now as he sways the two of you back and forth in the quiet stillness of 3 a.m. The faint hum of the fridge fills the silence, but all you can focus on is the sound of his steady breathing and the feel of his heartbeat against yours.

02. You’re scrolling through your phone, sitting comfortably on the couch with your legs tucked under you, when Taesan plops down beside you. He sits in silence for a while, fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater as he debates whether or not to get your attention. Eventually, he scoots closer, gently unfolding your legs, and rests his head in your lap, instantly relaxing as the exhaustion of the day melts away. You glance down at him, confusion crossing your face, but Taesan simply grins up at you with half-lidded eyes. Without saying a word, he reaches for your hand, guiding it to his hair. A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you bite back a smile, amused by his clingy behavior. Slowly, you start to run your fingers through his hair, the rhythm soothing both him and you. Taesan hums contentedly, his body shifting as he gets more comfortable on your thighs. You look back at your phone, but your fingers never stop moving through his hair. Your attention is fully on the pretty boy with his head resting on your lap, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

03.

You’re out shopping with Taesan, almost ready to leave after grabbing everything that caught your eye, but you’re too tired to shop any longer. Taesan is holding all your shopping bags, despite your insistence on carrying at least one. He refused to let you. You’re standing in front of the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor. The strap of your purse keeps slipping off your shoulder, and you unknowingly let out an irritated huff as you pull it up for the fourth time in the past two minutes.

“Give it to me,” Taesan says, taking the little bag from you before you can protest. You don’t even know how he’s managed to hold all these bags.

“Taesan, I can hold my purse myself,” you say firmly, but he just clicks his tongue.

“Well, you clearly can’t if you keep dropping it.”

You frown. “I didn’t drop it—”

Before you can finish, his lips press against yours—firm but soft—before pulling away almost immediately.

“Hush, I’m fine with holding your bags, baby.”

You can’t say anything to that, too flustered to even look at him. Your eyes fall on a little girl standing behind you, who bursts into a fit of giggles at the sight of the kiss your boyfriend just gave you. You scrunch your nose at her before resting your cheek against Taesan’s shoulder, biting your lip to stop yourself from giggling like the girl behind you.

kim leehan.

01.

You’re sitting in the corner of a quiet cafe, focused on an assignment that’s due in a few days. Leehan, however, is not as focused. He had plenty of work to do, but after ten minutes, his attention was already drifting. He kept turning his phone on and off, scanning the cafe, and gossiping in your ear whenever someone did something questionable. He fidgeted with your pens, did everything but study.

Finally, he grabbed a pen and gently took your hand, guiding it toward him. You didn’t resist; anything to let this boy distract himself so you could focus. The cool pen glided over the back of your hand as he started doodling.

A few minutes later, you felt him looking up at you with a gleam in his eyes. You glanced down at the back of your hand and saw two fish drawn with a green pen, sloppily yet endearingly, with a heart between them. One fish had wide eyes and a ridiculously joyful expression, while the other had smaller eyes and furrowed eyebrows. A fish with eyebrows? But you didn’t question it.

"Let me guess," you said, your lips curling into a smile, "I’m the grumpy one?"

Leehan nodded enthusiastically. "Cute, right?" he beamed. "They’re in love," he added dreamily.

You smiled at the doodle, finding it impossibly cute. You’d never wash it off if you could.

"Hold on," he said. "I’ll draw our kids too."

"Leehan!"

02. You groan softly as sunlight pours through the window, squinting and turning to face the other way. Leehan is already awake, watching you with a sleepy, gentle smile. "Morning," he says, his voice still thick with sleep. It never fails to surprise you how cheerful he can be, even when sunlight is harshly poking at your eyes on a Sunday morning at 8 a.m.

You grumble in response, your words unintelligible as you move closer to Leehan, nuzzling against his side and pulling the blankets tighter around you. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap you in his warm embrace, his hand gently running through your hair, massaging your scalp with his fingers. You grab a fistful of his shirt, holding him even tighter as you snuggle into his chest.

"Wake up, baby," you hear him murmur, his voice soft and full of affection. You mumble, "Five more minutes, please," and feel Leehan nod in understanding. Five minutes pass, and he still holds you close, continuing to run his fingers through your hair, allowing you to cling to him for as long as you need, because he enjoys it just as much as you do.

His gentle touch and soothing presence make it so easy to forget about the world outside, leaving you feeling safe and content in his arms. You can’t imagine a better way to start your day.

03. You were talking a mile a minute, hands gesturing wildly as you went on and on about some random thing that had happened during the day. Leehan, on the other hand, was quietly listening, his eyes soft and amused as they watched you talk.

“You know,” you continued, oblivious to the way his lips curled into a smile, “I think it’s just—” Before you could go on any longer, Leehan suddenly leaned forward, cutting you off mid-sentence. His hand found its way to the back of your neck, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. And before you could even react, his lips pressed against yours, silencing your rambling in the sweetest way possible. The kiss was soft, a little teasing, and it made your heart race all at once.

When he pulled away just enough to look at you, his face was flushed, but there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “You were talking a lot,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

You blinked at him, cheeks turning a soft pink. “Leehan...” you whispered, still a little breathless. He gave you a playful grin and pecked your lips again, this time lingering just a bit longer, his hand softly cupping your cheek.

“Couldn’t resist,” he murmured, his voice warm and fond. “Every time you talk, I just wanna kiss you.”

Your smile widened, and you leaned into him, feeling his arms wrap around you as he pulled you closer. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to keep talking, then.”

kim woonhak.

01. It wasn’t unusual for Woonhak to absentmindedly play with your hair. Sometimes it started with a little twirl or a soft tug to smooth a flyaway, but soon his fingers would weave through your hair in the gentlest way, like he couldn’t help himself.

One afternoon, as you sat on the floor reading, your head resting against his knee as he lounged behind you on the couch, his hand found your hair again. He started with soft motions—tucking strands behind your ear, brushing his fingers through lightly. The repetitive movement was so soothing you closed your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips.

After a while, his movements changed. You felt him section off a small part of your hair and begin braiding it, the motions careful and deliberate. He worked with so much focus, as though he didn’t want to accidentally tug too hard or mess up your peaceful moment. A small smile played on your lips as you let him continue, enjoying the way he was putting so much care into something as simple as your hair.

“Umm, YN… I think I messed up.”

Curious, you touched the braid—and gasped. It wasn’t a braid; it was a bird’s nest more than anything. “Woonhak!”

His eyes widened, and he clasped his hands together, leaning in dramatically. “I’m so sorry, baby! I swear I didn’t mean to destroy your hair.” Then, without giving you a chance to respond, he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. “Forgive me?” he asked softly, his lips brushing your temple before planting another kiss just above your ear.

You sighed, trying to stay annoyed, but he made it impossible. “Not fair,” you muttered, tilting your head toward him as his lips trailed to your cheek.

“Is that a yes?” he murmured, grinning against your skin.

“Only if you help me fix this mess.”

You laughed as he gently guided you to sit between his knees, his hands carefully working through the tangle of knots. His fingers, though slightly clumsy, moved delicately as he untangled strand by strand. Occasionally, he’d pause to place a soft kiss on the top of your head or your shoulder, murmuring little apologies that made your heart flutter.

“You’re lucky I like you so much,” you mumbled, leaning back slightly against him.

02. Woonhak had an adorable habit of always saving you a seat, no matter where you went. It was second nature to him—at the library, the cafeteria, or even during group hangouts. He’d drape his jacket over a chair or place his bag on it, giving you a small grin when you arrived, as if to say, This is for you. He never made a big deal out of it, either. It was just something he did, quietly and without fuss, as natural as breathing.

Today, your friends had decided on a casual lunch after school. The restaurant was buzzing with chatter, and by the time you arrived, it seemed every seat at the table was already taken—except for one, right next to Woonhak. He looked up as you walked in, his face lighting up instantly. “Over here,” he called softly, patting the empty chair beside him. You made your way over, a little flustered by the attention but grateful nonetheless.

“Thanks,” you murmured as you slid in, your shoulder brushing his. His arm instinctively came to rest on the back of your seat, fingers lightly grazing your shoulder. The conversation flowed easily among your friends, but your little bubble with Woonhak remained. Under the table, his knee pressed gently against yours. You shifted slightly, and he pressed back, as if to say, Stay close.

At one point, he casually reached for your hand, his pinky hooking around yours before giving a soft squeeze. You glanced at him, catching the faintest smile tugging at his lips as he pretended to focus on his food. But the pink hue dusting his cheeks gave him away completely.

And just like that, with your knees touching and his hand brushing yours, everything else was background noise—leaving only the two of you, perfectly at ease in each other’s presence.

03. It was one of those perfect winter evenings—the air crisp, your breath puffing out in soft clouds as you walked down the street. You were a step ahead of Woonhak, chatting animatedly about something that had happened earlier in the day, your hands flying in every direction to emphasize your points. Woonhak wasn’t saying much today. He liked listening to you like this—watching the way your eyes lit up when you were excited, the way your scarf bobbed with every enthusiastic gesture. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he trailed behind, letting you lead the way.

The crosswalk came into view, and the light had just turned yellow, but you were too caught up in your story to notice. You stepped forward without thinking, and Woonhak’s hand darted out instinctively, wrapping gently around your arm. “Wait,” he said softly, pulling you back just as a car sped past. You blinked, startled, and turned to look at him. “Just… be careful,” he mumbled, trying to play it cool, but the redness creeping up his ears betrayed him.

Before you could say anything, he slid his hand down from your arm and intertwined his fingers with yours, slipping both of your hands into the pocket of his coat. The warmth of his palm against yours immediately chased away the chill in the air. You glanced down at your joined hands, a shy smile tugging at your lips at your boyfriend’s sweet gesture to make sure you were safe.

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✉️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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SUNGHO

sungho does not deserve this. one second, he’s lying peacefully on your bed, head in your lap as you mess with his hair, and the next, he’s being shoved into your closet because your friends have suddenly decided to show up unannounced.

“you owe me,” he grits out as his lovely girlfriend pushes him inside and shuts the door with no mercy.

an hour. he’s stuck in there for a whole hour, broad shoulders cramped uncomfortably in the small space, forced to listen to your friends chatter away while he suffers in silence.

by the time they finally leave, he stumbles out, looking thoroughly pissed. arms crossed over his chest, lips pulled into a small pout.

“i almost died in there,” he huffs dramatically.

you do feel bad, but also… his grumpy state is adorable. reaching out, you try to touch his arm, hoping he’ll melt at your touch, but he remains as stiff as a cardboard cutout.

you say his name sweetly. “you know i didn’t have any other choice,” you explain, but sungho only frowns harder, looking everywhere except at you.

you sigh, but you know exactly how to break through his shell. standing on your tiptoes, you press a sweet kiss to his cheek. he tries to keep up the sulking act, but you don’t miss the way his lips twitch.

so you keep going, cupping his face and trailing soft kisses along his cheek, forehead, nose—until he’s smiling from ear to ear, his hands settling on your hips as he soaks in the affection.

“are you still mad at me?” you ask, lips brushing the corner of his mouth.

“yes.”

sungho isn’t mad at all, but after being trapped in that closet for way too long, he’s milking this for all it’s worth.

“but i made it up to you,” you pout.

he flops onto your bed, looking up at you with a lazy smile. “not enough.”

you smile back, leaning closer. “what do i have to do then?”

without warning, he grabs your wrist and flips you onto the bed beside him. “stay right here,” he mumbles, pressing his face into your neck, voice muffled. “and maybe let me sleep over.”

“that’s just gonna get us in more trouble,” you snort.

but you both know you’ll let him stay anyway.

RIWOO

you’re having a movie night at leehan’s place. you love them the most—cozy blankets, dim lights, and, best of all, an excuse to cuddle with riwoo while everyone else is too engrossed in the movie to notice.

you’re in the kitchen, waiting for the microwave to finish, the smell of buttery popcorn filling the air.

you sense a presence behind you and smile, already knowing who it is. but before you can turn, riwoo places his hands on either side of you, caging you in against the counter.

“you’re taking forever,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear.

“you’re just too impatient,” you tease, rolling your eyes playfully.

before you can react, riwoo spins you around and steals a quick kiss—soft, teasing, gone too soon. but then, he kisses you again, this time lingering.

your fingers curl into his hoodie, the scent of popcorn and his cologne making your head spin. the thrill of getting caught at any moment, if one of your friends decided to walk in, only makes you want to kiss him more.

the microwave beeps, startling you both apart. your breath is unsteady as you glance toward the living room, making sure no one is coming.

riwoo, completely unbothered, just smirks. “sit next to me,” he says, pecking your lips once more.

“what?” you blink at him, dazed.

“not taesan. me.”

he leaves first, acting like nothing happened, though the tips of his ears are red. you take a second to compose yourself before following, placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and settling into the empty spot beside riwoo.

you pretend nothing happened in the kitchen, but the way he immediately leans into you, his warmth engulfing you, says otherwise.

JAEHYUN

you make your way toward the fitting room to try on a cute top you found while shopping with friends, only for jaehyun to slip in right behind you and lock the door. he wastes no time pressing you against the wall, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips.

“jae, what are you—”

“just one kiss,” he pleads, though you both know it’s never just one. his hands slide up your waist, lips moving against yours in a way that makes your knees weak. your fingers curl into his shirt as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

you lose track of time, of everything except the warmth of his touch—the way his fingers slide up your back, the way his hands tangle in your hair—until both of your phones start buzzing, the group chat flooding with messages about your whereabouts.

you pull away with a gasp, chest rising and falling as reality crashes back in. jaehyun exhales, lips brushing over yours as he grins. “ignore it.”

“they’re gonna get suspicious,” you whisper, eyes darting to the persistent notifications lighting up your screen.

“mm, let them.” his thumb drags lazily over your lower lip before he leans in again.

you barely manage to stop him, pressing a hand against his chest. “jaehyun,” you scold, though your voice lacks any real conviction, “we’re gonna get caught.”

he huffs, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “fine,” he mutters, but then he smirks, arms tightening around you for just a second. “but you owe me later.”

rolling your eyes, you push him toward the door. “whatever, just go.”

he slips out first, and you take a moment to fix your hair before following.

but as you rejoin your friends, pretending nothing happened, the way your lip gloss has vanished—and how jaehyun’s lips are looking a little shinier than usual—does not go unnoticed by them.

TAESAN

taesan loves sneaking around.

he thrives off the secrecy—the stolen glances, the brief touches, whispering things in your ear under the guise of a joke, the way no one suspects a thing (even though they totally do).

so when he suddenly pulls you into the janitor’s closet, you’re not surprised.

“taesan—”

“shh.” he smirks, backing you up against the shelves, lips grazing your ear. “don’t wanna get caught, baby.”

before you can retort, his lips are on yours—slow, teasing. his hands ghost over your waist before gripping it properly, deepening the kiss.

he’s enjoying this—his little secret, the thrill of nearly getting caught, the way you melt under his touch. he pulls back slightly, and you assume he’s about to make another teasing remark, but his words are swallowed when you grab his collar, crashing your lips against his.

your fingers tangle in his hair, his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer, closer, until—

rattle.

someone jiggles the door handle.

you both freeze.

“is someone in here?” a voice calls.

taesan grins. “looks like we’re stuck together, babe.”

you slap a hand over his mouth. “not the time!”

LEEHAN

leehan is a little too good at keeping things lowkey—no one suspects a thing.

he’s good at pretending you’re just friends in public, but when it’s just the two of you, he showers you with all the affection in the world.

which is why it takes you a while to notice he’s being sulky.

at first, you don’t think much of it. leehan isn’t the loudest in the group, so when he only responds with nods and one-liners, you assume he’s just in a quiet mood. but then, he doesn’t sit next to you like he normally would. doesn’t lean in to whisper jokes only you can hear. doesn’t even laugh at yours a little harder than everyone else.

that’s when you know something’s wrong.

so you pull him aside under the excuse of showing him a cool fish. your friends don’t even question it.

“alright,” you say once you’re alone, “what’s wrong?”

leehan crosses his arms, looking away. “nothing.”

you raise an eyebrow. “liar.”

he exhales sharply through his nose, clearly debating whether to tell you, before mumbling, “jaehyun grabbed your arm earlier.”

you blink. “...because he got startled.”

leehan pouts. “still.”

you bite your lip, fighting back a smile. “you’re adorable when you’re jealous.”

his nose scrunches. “shut up.”

you laugh, reaching for his hand. he lets you, but keeps his gaze stubbornly fixed on the fish tank.

“you know you get to do more than just hold my hand when we’re alone,” you tease, tracing abstract patterns on the back of his hand.

he swallows, trying to keep up the act, but you don’t miss the way his lips twitch. still, it takes more soft reassurances, a few playful pokes, and at least three compliments for his sulkiness to finally melt away.

but just as you’re about to go back, he surprises you—grabbing your wrist and pressing a kiss to your lips.

you panic, looking around to see if anyone saw. “leehan—”

he just laughs, completely unbothered. “what? they still don’t suspect a thing.”

WOONHAK

woonhak is sneaky.

he takes your hand, his expression casual as ever while the group chatters away. at first, you think nothing of it—he does this often, holding onto you like it's second nature. but then—

crack.

you wince. “did you just—”

he hums in response, unfazed. crack. crack.

“woonhak!” you whisper sharply, trying not to draw attention.

“shh,” he murmurs, cracking another knuckle with ease.

you grimace at the sensation. it doesn’t exactly hurt, but it’s unexpected, and by the time he’s done cracking all ten of your knuckles, you’re staring at him in disbelief. you try to tug your hand away, but he doesn’t let go. instead, he shifts his grip, thumbs pressing gentle circles over your knuckles, soothing away the tension he just caused.

you turn to glare at him, ready to scold him properly, but then he smiles. that smile—the one where his lips lift a little to show his teeth, and his eyes shine with unfiltered adoration.

you sigh, any irritation melting away.

so you let him hold your hand, pretending to be engrossed in whatever ridiculous debate your friends are having.

and when, in one swift motion, he lifts your hand to his lips and presses a soft, fleeting kiss against your knuckles, you don’t even bother to pull away.

you only suppress a giggle, hoping no one else noticed.

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𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖪 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖧𝖮

sungho’s hands are firm on your waist, gripping just tight enough to make you feel desired, but never too much. he loves pinning you against something, one hand cradling your head as he tilts it just right, so he can kiss you deeper, better. his fingers squeeze your side lightly, his lips grazing yours before he nips at your lower lip,pulling back just enough to scan your face with yearning eyes. he watches the way your breath hitches, the way your lips part slightly, and it drives him crazy—then he’s kissing you again—insatiable, passionate—like he’s addicted to the taste of you.

𝖫𝖤𝖤 𝖱𝖨𝖶𝖮𝖮

the moment your lips touch, he holds you like you’re the most delicate thing in the world. his hands are slow, deliberate, savoring every second. they start at your waist, fingertips barely pressing in before sliding up—tracing the curve of your back, the slope of your shoulder, finally settling at the nape of your neck. he tilts his head, deepening the kiss with a quiet sigh, his lips moving over yours with a gentleness that makes your chest ache. when you shift closer, his arms wrap around you fully, pulling you into his warmth. and when he finally pulls away, it’s only to brush his lips against yours once more, a soft smile forming before he whispers, “stay right here.”

𝖬𝖸𝖴𝖭𝖦 𝖩𝖠𝖤𝖧𝖸𝖴𝖭

jaehyun doesn’t just kiss you—he worships you. his hands are everywhere, never settling in one place for too long. one moment, his fingers are tangled in your hair, the next, they’ve slipped under your shirt, tracing slow circles against your waist, brushing over your jaw—like he needs to memorize every inch of you. he kisses you deeply, thoroughly, like he doesn’t know when he’ll get to kiss you again. when you shift closer, he hums in satisfaction, pulling you fully into his lap, arms tightening around you as if he never wants to let go. and when he finally, reluctantly, pulls away, he presses kisses along your jaw, down to your neck, before murmuring, “let’s stay like this a little longer.”

𝖧𝖠𝖭 𝖳𝖠𝖤𝖲𝖠𝖭

he kisses you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. his hands cup your face, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones, holding you still as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. yet, there’s nothing rushed about it—just slow, unrelenting passion, like he’s trying to pour every unspoken word into the way his lips move against yours. one hand drifts down to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, and when he finally pulls away, he lingers—his forehead pressed against yours, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns on your wrist. his voice is quiet, rough with emotion. “i could kiss you forever.”

𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖫𝖤𝖤𝖧𝖠𝖭

he kisses you with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. there’s no urgency in the way he holds you, just a quiet certainty—the way his hands find your waist, fingers pressing in just enough to keep you close, thumbs skimming absentmindedly over your ribs. when you shift closer, his arms wrap around you fully, warm and secure, his palms gliding up your back in slow, soothing strokes. he tilts his head slightly, deepening the kiss with a soft hum, as if he’s perfectly content to stay like this forever. when he finally pulls back, his fingers trail gently over your cheek, like he can’t bear to stop touching you just yet. then, with a soft smile, he leans in again, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth.

𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖶𝖮𝖮𝖭𝖧𝖠𝖪

he doesn’t just hold you—he clings. his hands are restless, fingers skimming over your sides, gripping at your sleeves, pressing against your back like he’s trying to memorize the feel of you. at first, he kisses you hesitantly, like he’s afraid you might pull away. but the moment you respond, he melts—arms wrapping fully around your waist, pulling you so close you can feel his heart racing. when you pull away, he barely gives you a second to breathe before chasing after your lips again, eyes dazed, cheeks burning, his voice a breathless whisper against your skin. “one more,” he pleads, “just one more.”

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𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖪 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖧𝖮

the door creaks open with the low thud of footsteps, and the moment you look up, there he is—tie slightly loosened, hair tousled, broad shoulders slumped in exhaustion.

he’s got his arms around you before you can even say hi, nose tucked into your shoulder, exhaling like the weight of the world just lifted.

you rub his back gently, and he only hugs you tighter. your hand reaches up to cup the side of his face, fingers threading through his hair. 

“tough day?”

he nods into the curve of your neck. “i missed you so much,” he mumbles, voice soft and muffled as he sways you slightly. “did you miss me?”

you chuckle under your breath. “you saw me this morning.”

“yeah,” he pouts, pulling back just enough to look at you, “but that was so many hours ago.”

your heart melts at the sincerity in his voice, and you let him hold you, swaying gently with him in the quiet. the only sound is the soft crackle of the chimney behind you, casting a warm glow across the room.

even when you pull away slightly to ask if he wants dinner, he tugs you right back in, mumbling into your shirt, “not yet. just a few more minutes like this.”

and so you stay like that, his head resting on your shoulder, arms around your waist, wrapped up in the quiet thrum of home.

𝖫𝖤𝖤 𝖱𝖨𝖶𝖮𝖮

riwoo’s sprawled on the couch beside you, one arm draped around your shoulder as you snuggle into him, a blanket messily thrown over your tangled limbs and a bowl of popcorn resting on your lap.

a romcom plays on the television—the kind that’s equal parts cheesy and charming—and riwoo’s been providing commentary on every single scene, ridiculous and exaggerated, leaving you wheezing with laughter, clutching your stomach. he looks so proud of himself every time you laugh, flashing that boyish grin every time you laugh, even when you playfully shove him for his hilarious comments.

you’re laughing more than watching.

and then, the ending hits. the music softens, the screen dims, and the two lovers finally reunite after being apart.

riwoo’s about to crack another joke when—

sniffle.

he pauses, turning to look at you, and his smile fades into something softer. “wait, are you crying?” he asks, his voice low, surprised.

you nod, wiping your cheek quickly. “it just got me, okay?”

without hesitation, he scoots in closer, tugging the blanket snugly around both of you, his fingers gently reaching for yours. “hey, come here.”

no more jokes. just his arms around you, chin resting on your head, and his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles into your palm—quiet, warm comfort wrapped in the soft glow of movie credits from the screen.

𝖬𝖸𝖴𝖭𝖦 𝖩𝖠𝖤𝖧𝖸𝖴𝖭

it’s still dim when jaehyun wakes, the room washed in blue-grey light. your limbs are tangled beneath the blanket, one hand resting over his chest, your breath brushing against his collarbone in a steady rhythm.

his lips lift in a soft smile when he looks at you. your lips are parted slightly, brows relaxed, your expression peaceful—like you’re perfectly content staying wrapped in his arms. his gaze lingers, tracing over your face, memorizing every curve softened by sleep.

he brushes your hair back, thumb gently grazing the slope of your cheek.

the minutes stretch on. he checks his phone. no emails, no messages, no noise. just the quiet beating of his heart, somehow louder in the stillness.

eventually, the boredom seeps in—not the restless kind, but the yearning kind.

so he leans in, pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. then your cheek. then your nose.

you groan, sinking deeper into the blankets. “too early.”

jaehyun hums, slotting his leg between yours, voice barely above a whisper. “i missed you.”

you sigh, exasperated, but you let him curl fully around you. he’s warm—annoyingly so. he smells like his body wash, and home.

and when he rubs his nose against yours and mumbles, “if you really want me to stop, i will,” you let out a tired laugh.

“don’t stop,” because even if you act mad sometimes, you still love his affection so much.

𝖧𝖠𝖭 𝖳𝖠𝖤𝖲𝖠𝖭

taesan bursts through the door, soaked from head to toe, water dripping all over the entryway.

“you didn’t take an umbrella?” you ask, arms crossed, brows furrowed in disappointment.

“i forgot,” he says pitifully, hair plastered to his forehead and shirt soaked through. “it started pouring out of nowhere.”

your glare doesn’t falter—you’d reminded him to carry an umbrella, more than once. but he never listens.

he pouts a little and leans into you, like a wet kitten looking for sympathy. “comfort me. i’m wet.”

“you’re also gross,” you deadpan. “go shower before you catch a cold.”

when he reappears fifteen minutes later, his hair is damp and clean, shoulders bare, skin flushed from the hot water. he sits at the edge of the bed, and you kneel in front of him, gently toweling his hair dry.

he hums, soft and content, until you accidentally tug his ear a little too hard.

“ow.”

“sorry,” you say, trying not to smile.

he turns to pout at you, cheeks puffed like a cartoonishly. “you’re not being gentle. are you really mad at me?”

you chuckle, setting the towel aside and pulling him closer until his head rests against your stomach. he immediately wraps his arms around your waist, face pressed into your shirt.

“better?”

“mm,” he hums, already snuggling in. “much.”

𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖫𝖤𝖤𝖧𝖠𝖭

leehan is sitting on the floor between your legs, his back warm against your ankles, and his cheek rested snugly against your knee. the living room is quiet, save for the soft hum of whatever show is playing on the television.

your fingers move through his hair slowly—carding out the little tangles, smoothing each strand with care. leehan hums under his breath as you part it carefully, smoothing it down before starting a braid.

your hands move in gentle patterns—over, under, over—and he tilts his head slightly to give you more space. he leans into your touch, shoulders relaxed, breathing slow and steady.

“is this okay? too tight?” you ask, pausing to lightly scratch his scalp

“no,” he murmurs, eyes closed. “feels nice.”

you finish the braid—neat and simple—but your fingers keep moving, combing through the rest of his hair with soothing, lazy motions.

he shifts slightly, turning his head to look up at you with that soft, half-lidded gaze that makes your chest ache a little. “let’s do nothing all day,” he says, voice thick with comfort.

you chuckle, brushing a thumb against his cheekbone. “that’s what we’re doing right now.”

he nods, satisfied. and you both stay just like that for hours, long after the braid is done—quiet tv, soft touches, and hearts full.

𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖶𝖮𝖮𝖭𝖧𝖠𝖪

you wake up to the softest poke against your shoulder and woonhak’s voice in your ear. “hey. wake up, please?”

you groan, blearily blinking at the clock. “it’s 1:30 in the morning. what do you need?”

he grins. “i’m craving ramen. come with me?”

you grumble but get up anyway, feet padding after him into the kitchen.

you sit on the counter, half-asleep and smiling as he throws absurd ingredients into the pot just for the sake of experimenting.

“strawberries are not for garnish,” you mumble, amused, watching him cut strawberries into tiny pieces.

“i just wanted some colour,” he laughs.

he keeps looking over his shoulder at you. you’re smiling in a sleepy, squint way: the one that he’s grown to adore so much. he cracks another egg into the pot, absolutely no reason other than wanting to hear you laugh again.

you don’t trust the ramen he’s cooking at all, but he’s glowing—loose tee, messy hair, eyes sparkling—and you let him play chef.

once the lid is on and the noodles are simmering, he sets the chopsticks down, steps between your legs, and leans in to kiss you. slow. warm. just because he can.

you kiss back, fingers curling into his hair—until your nose twitches.

“woonhak,” you murmur against his lips, “the ramen.”

he yelps, rushing back to the pot, cheeks flushed pink, clearly embarrassed for getting distracted so easily.

when it’s finally done, you eat straight from the pot (because who’s bothering with dishes at 2 am?). and somehow, it turns out edible delicious, even.

you sit side by side on the floor, knees bumping, chopsticks clinking, trying not to laugh too loudly.

you’ll probably regret this when you’re both running late in the morning—but that’s a worry for tomorrow.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ― 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗂'𝗆 ���� 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒.

𝑓𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝑟𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ㅤᵔ ᵕ ᵔㅤ 1200𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣𝖲 ㅤ✧ ㅤ𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤ𝗐. ──── 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀ㅤㅤ ❪ 𝖢𝖫𝗂𝖢𝖪𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖤 ❫

𝖠𝖫𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖸 ──── 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

𝖬𝖸𝖴𝖭𝖦 𝖩𝖠𝖤𝖧𝖸𝖴𝖭

01. jaehyun isn’t the kind of guy who just pulls out a chair for you—he dusts it off first. he doesn’t just give you his jacket when you’re cold—he wraps it around your shoulders, making sure it’s snug before tucking your hair behind your ear and planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

02. his shoulder is always free for you to rest your head on when you’re tired, and when you do, he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close and steady. he presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head, murmuring soft reassurances, his voice a quiet lullaby as you drift off to sleep.

03. whenever you call his name, he answers immediately, like he’s been waiting for you to speak. it’s as if his whole world revolves around you, and honestly, it does. if anyone ever says something that even slightly upsets you, he’ll glare at them for a solid 2.5 seconds, before turning back to you, his full attention on making sure you’re okay.

𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖪 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖧𝖮.

01. sungho makes you feel like you have both a knight in shining armor and a personal butler at the same time. he’s always so observant when it comes to you, giving you what you need before you even have to ask. if your phone battery is low, he hands you his charger without a word. if you mention liking something in passing, barely even realizing it yourself, you somehow end up with a suspiciously large quantity of it the very next day.

02. he never lets you carry anything heavy—ever. even if it’s just a small bag, he takes it from you without a word, as if it was never yours to hold in the first place. if you’ve been standing too long in a queue, he gently guides you to a seat, his hand lingering near the small of your back as he insists you rest your legs. and when you’re walking together, he’s always on the traffic side, instinctively shielding you without making a big deal out of it.

03. if he notices you shivering, his tongue clicks in disapproval. “i told you to dress warmer,” he scolds, but there’s no real bite to his words—not when he’s intertwining his fingers with yours and pressing a soft kiss against them before tucking both of your hands into his coat pocket, his own hand wrapped snugly around yours, an unspoken promise to keep you warm.

𝖫𝖤𝖤 𝖱𝖨𝖶𝖮𝖮.

01. for him, you’re quite literally the most precious thing in the world, and he’d choose you over anything. if you so much as frown, he’s immediately panicking. “what’s wrong? do you need a hug? do you need twenty hugs?” he asks, his face scrunched up in the most adorable look of concern.

02. when it comes to dates, he lets you pick everything—the movie, the restaurant, the plans—because your happiness is his priority. he’s also the most acts of service guy in the whole world. he ties your shoelaces, holds doors open for you, carries your bag without a second thought. and when you tell him you can do all these things yourself, he just smiles softly and says, “i know you can, but i want to.”

03. again, he cannot stand seeing even a hint of sadness on your face. if you so much as pretend to be upset, he pouts instantly, pulling you closer. “nooo, don’t be upset, baby. i’ll do anything—do you wanna hold my hand? here, both hands, take both hands.”

𝖧𝖠𝖭 𝖳𝖠𝖤𝖲𝖠𝖭.

01. taesan believes chivalry is not dead—at least not when it comes to you. he always opens doors for you but slams them shut in the face of the next person without a second thought, completely unfazed by the curses they throw at him. his only concern is you. he follows the sidewalk rule religiously, making sure you’re the one walking safely, the rest of the world be damned.

02. when you’re walking together, he naturally slows his pace to match yours, never making a big deal out of it. he isn’t overly affectionate, but he somehow always knows exactly when you need a hug. without a word, he pulls you into his arms, cradling your head against his chest as his fingers thread gently through your hair. he just holds you, listening intently as you ramble about whatever’s been bothering you, grounding you without even trying.

03. around taesan, you don’t have to lift a single finger. he insists on carrying your bags, tying your shoelaces, taking care of every little thing before you even think to ask. and if you ever say, “i feel like a princess when i’m around you,” he just shrugs, effortlessly cool, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “well, that’s how it should be.”

𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖫𝖤𝖤𝖧𝖠𝖭.

01. leehan has a way of looking at you—soft, mesmerized, like you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. it doesn’t matter if you’re dressed up or just in your pajamas, mid-laugh or sulky, his gaze never wavers. if you ramble, he never interrupts—just nods, hums in agreement, and asks thoughtful little questions to show he cares.

02. he tries to remember every little detail about you, keeping a secret folder in his notes app filled with all the things you mention in passing—the things you admire, the flavors you like, the small joys that make your eyes light up. he surprises you with your coffee order without you even having to ask, and when he finds trinkets or stickers he knows you’d love, he collects them one by one, waiting until he has enough to gift you.

03. and of course, he compares you to cute fishes. sometimes as a joke, pointing at the weirdest-looking ones in the aquarium just to tease you. but then, in a softer voice, he’ll gesture toward the prettiest, most colorful one and say, "that’s you." and when he notices you blushing, he only grins, a little shy himself, but unable to stop looking at you like you’re the only girl in the world.

𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖶𝖮𝖮𝖭𝖧𝖠𝖪.

01. woonhak tucks your hair behind your ear whenever it gets in the way. if you’re eating, writing, or just caught up in something, and a stray strand falls across your face, his fingers are there—brushing against your cheek as he tucks it back with the softest touch. he never says anything about it, just smiles fondly, like it’s second nature to take care of you.

02. he has a habit of always reaching for your hand, sometimes absentmindedly, sometimes not. whether it’s when you’re crossing the street, his fingers find yours, locking them together firmly. if you have to step over a puddle, his hand is already outstretched, guiding you across so your shoes don’t get dirty. under tables or during movie nights, he plays with your fingers, tracing gentle patterns on your palm, his touch warm and familiar.

03. he makes sure you always have everything you need. after you once complained about always misplacing your hair ties, he got into the habit of carrying a few in his pocket, just in case. the first time you notice, you laugh, amused, and ask why he has them. he just shrugs, handing you one with the softest smile. "you always need one, right?"

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JAEHYUN

jaehyun is snuggled against your side, legs draped over your lap, a ridiculous smile tugging at his lips as he fidgets with your fingers, trying to braid them together with his own.

“what are you doing?” you ask fondly, endeared by your boyfriend’s drunk antics.

“Trying to figure out the best way to never let go of you,” he mumbles, eyebrows pulled together as he continues to tangle your fingers with his.

“before we started dating, i used to practice kissing my hand and pretend it was you,” he confesses suddenly, red blooming on his cheeks. “in, like, the most respectful way.”

you laugh. “you what?”

“i liked you so much, it made me nervous,” he whines. “you still make me nervous, but in a good way.”

he leans in, pressing his lips to yours, the faint taste of alcohol mingling on your tongue. when he pulls away, he presses your hand to his chest. “feel that? that’s how nervous you make me.”

and sure enough, you feel his heart racing under your touch.

jaehyun yawns, sleepily snuggling closer, hand still holding yours. “don’t leave after i fall asleep,” he murmurs against your skin.

“never,” you whisper back, pressing a soft kiss to his head.

SUNGHO

sungho is pretending he’s sober. sitting upright on the kitchen stool, watching you fill up a glass of water with a straight face—like he wasn’t stumbling over his own feet and slurring his words just a few minutes ago.

“i’m completely fine. i only had, like, half a drink.”

“sure, you are.”

he opens his mouth to argue, but you hand him the glass of water. “just drink.”

he brings the glass to his lips with a small frown, and you get down on your knees, slipping his shoes off his feet.

when you stand back up, sungho’s stern expression has softened into something more like a kicked puppy. his eyes are teary, lips pulled together in a wobbling pout.

“sungho, what’s wrong?”

his lower lip trembles as he sets the glass down on the counter, then gently pulls you closer by the waist until you’re standing between his legs.

“you always do this. you always take care of me without complaining.”

your heart softens at his words, thumb swiping against his cheek to wipe a stray tear. “because i love you.”

“but it’s not fair,” he pouts harder, giving you a little shake. “you always look out for me. and you always save me the last cookie. every time. even when it’s the good one with the chocolate chunk.”

you blink. “i—what?”

“you don’t think i notice, but i do.”

you bite back a laugh when more tears slip down his cheeks. he looks so genuinely heartbroken over your small acts of love, it’s actually kind of adorable.

“are you crying?”

“i’m emotional because i love you so bad,” he whines. “let me be.”

later, after he’s done crying over your love, he ends up curled up by your side, hand clasped tightly in yours, muttering something about marrying you in a cookie shop.

RIWOO

riwoo is giggling. a lot. at nothing in particular. he keeps brushing against your hand and smiling like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

“you’re so soft,” he says, squeezing your fingers. “and you’re so cute. like, insanely cute.”

you poke his cheek. “look who’s talking.”

and just like that, soft giggles spill from his lips again as he buries his face in his hands. “don’t say that, i’ll combust.”

then suddenly, he sobers up a little, eyes glossy and a lovesick smile still plastered to his lips. “i don’t think you understand,” he says, voice soft and dreamy, “how many times i imagined this. us. this exact moment. you in your pajamas, me in love with you.”

you smile, brushing his hair from his eyes. “you’re drunk.”

“i’m honest,” he counters, followed by a contented sigh. “i think i loved you before i even realized i did. and i just keep loving you more and more every day.”

“good, because you’re stuck with me forever.”

he nods, snuggling in. “i’ll love you even more when i’m old and wrinkly and can’t even remember my own name.”

your heart softens. “but you’ll remember mine?”

he smiles against your skin. “always.”

TAESAN

“dance with me,” taesan says, swaying slightly as he pulls you into the living room.

“there’s no music,” you point out.

“you’re the music,” he says instantly, spinning you around with all the grace of a sleep-deprived giraffe.

you giggle, “you’re stumbling.”

“exactly,” he grins, tugging you closer. “all the more reason for you to hold me.”

so you do. arms loosely wrapped around his neck as he sways both of your bodies clumsily, barefoot on the living room floor.

it’s sweet. perfect. until his elbow knocks into the lamp, sending it crashing to the ground.

you both freeze.

a beat passes—then laughter erupts out of both of you, loud and helpless, as you double over, clutching each other, tears welling in your eyes from how hard you’re laughing.

he flops onto the couch, dragging you down with him, limbs tangled, laughter still bubbling as he stretches himself across you like a warm, giggling blanket.

“i should be mad,” you mumble, fingers threading gently through his hair.

taesan hums sleepily, nose brushing your collarbone. “be in love instead.”

LEEHAN

leehan hasn’t left your side since the moment he got home—not even for a second. even when he’s trying to drink water, your pinkies are still linked.

right now, you’re lying on the couch and he’s halfway on top of you, arms loosely wrapped around your waist, head tucked under your chin like he’s trying to become one with your heartbeat.

“i’m so happy,” he mumbles sleepily.

you smile. “yeah?”

he nods into your neck. “i have you. you’re warm. and you let me ramble about fish.”

that makes you laugh, and he immediately lifts his head to pout at you. “don’t laugh! you’re like—” hiccup “you’re like my coral reef.”

“your what now?”

“my coral. fish have their coral, right? like a little home they hide in when the ocean’s too scary. somewhere soft and safe.” he rubs his nose against your cheek. “that’s you. my pretty little coral reef.”

your heart aches with affection. he closes his eyes again, murmuring, “you’re so lovely. sometimes i look at you and forget what i was saying. just think, wow, i’m so lucky she’s mine.”

then he adds, lips brushing against your collarbone, “you’d be the prettiest reef in the sea. and i’d be your fish boyfriend.”

you chuckle. “you’re mad.”

“madly in love with you?” he kisses your jaw. “absolutely.”

WOONHAK

woonhak is sitting next to you on the floor, legs crossed, fingers playing with the frayed edge of the blanket draped over your knees. he keeps glancing at you, then looking away, then glancing again—like he’s trying to gather courage from the ceiling.

finally, in the softest voice, he says, “can i tell you a secret?”

you look at him, smiling. “always.”

he hesitates, then scoots an inch closer. there's a faint blush high on his cheeks, and he smells faintly of whatever fruity drink he had earlier. “i have the biggest crush on you.”

you blink. “woonhak—”

“wait,” he interrupts quickly, eyes wide. “no, actually, don’t listen to that. forget i said anything. pretend i didn’t. i was supposed to do it properly. sober and with flowers. not like this.” he gestures vaguely to the room.

you try not to laugh. “woonhak.”

he groans, hiding his face in your shoulder, voice muffled. “no, i ruined it, didn’t i?”

you pat his head gently, fingers combing through his hair. “baby?”

he peeks up at you, eyes a little glassy, lips in a soft pout. “yeah?”

“we’ve been dating for months.”

his head snaps up. “we—what?”

“you asked me out. remember? at the arcade. you won me that giant plushie and everything.”

he blinks at you for a long moment. “i thought that was a dream.”

you laugh and lean in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. “well, it wasn’t.”

when you pull back, he just stares at you, dazed. “can you do that again? just to be sure?”

so you do. and then again, when he asks. and one more time, just because he looks too happy not to.

“holy shit,” he mutters, dazed and smiling. “this is the best day of my life.”

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