You know of who is birthday today? of the most unique voice bearer in NCT, the sassy and evil maknae , with a lot of charm as talent. My boy, Haechan!!!
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nct 127; their favourite ways to kiss you
Johnny: Breathless kisses. He wants to feel the full length of your body against his. Held tight in his arms, tight to his chest, as he pours all of his need--all of his want and desire--into you. He wants to sweep you off your feet in the ocean of his love. He wants to be your anchor and your storm all at once as he moves against you, mouth open in silent desperation. On the surface of his everyday life he is calm, collected--but behind closed doors, when he gets you alone, exists those moments of furious passion that he keeps locked away for you. Only for you.
Taeyong: Pillow soft and warm with the heat of his love. Lips that sink into your skin like a song, moving through notes and chords to sound a melody through your soul. He hums against you, unable to contain his love to mere touch. It must be felt, it must be heard, it must be tasted with all that he is. With all that you are. His kisses tell you that you’re home. That you’re safe in his arms, safe against his lips. Open your heart, open your ears--hear him, feel him. Sink into him.
Yuta: Yuta’s favourite thing about kissing you is the possibility. Your lips--so soft and tender greet his like they were made for him. Like they were moulded by the gods themselves in the clouds of heaven and made just for the moment when he could capture them with his own. But so were your cheeks, so was your nose, your eyelids, your neck. Every part of you laid bare before him was simply another opportunity for him to lay his hungry affection upon you. Another opportunity for him to grasp onto and pour himself into. To press his lips against the skin of your collarbone, to dip lower and lower. Ever tender and ever greedy for your own desperate affections in return.
Doyoung: He keeps it held so tight to his chest--his affection in golden restraints, just waiting for the right moment. Each kiss is measured and weighed against the force of his love. Nothing is taken for granted. But in those moments when you finally see each other, after time spent at a distance, his resolve slips. He lets loose his restraints and you finally get to feel the full potency of his love in the way his lips meet yours like they’re been waiting for you for years. Suddenly he’s all hands, all desperate breathing--all yours.
Jaehyun: The space between sleeping and wakefulness. A moment held in time in the soft white of the cotton sheets surrounding you. The liminal space between your lips and his lips--soft and consuming all at once. He wants to sink into you in the morning light; the edges of your bodies melting together until there’s no telling where you end and he begins. Until you’re wrapped in each other--comfortable, easy. No demands, no responsibilities. Simply existing, simply together. Lips on lips, hands on skin.
Jungwoo: His affection is so ever present, so consistently a part of your life with him that you wouldn’t think he has a favourite moment. That they are all his favourite. Every sleep peck, every hungry kiss--everything exists as one small fraction in the cosmos of his love. Jungwoo does have a favourite, though. The moments you are unaware--wrapped in your own world of thoughts--and he can’t help but appear behind you in a whisper, wrapping his arms around you and peppering your face with a shower of soft kisses. Your skin soft, your laughter light--a moment he could sink in to infinity.
Mark: Mark wants to be so many things for you. He wants to be your safe haven, your refuge, your home. A part of him, a small hidden part, tells him that his love needs to be consuming. That his kisses are only worthwhile if they contain the passion written about in the poems he reads--head full of stars and thoughts of you. He tries to be all of this for you, and every iteration of him is lovely; but stripped bare, down to the core of his being, his love lies in simplicity. In the soft, gentle kisses stolen in the middle of your kitchen. In the smile against your lips as he holds you closer, tighter. As he wraps you up and simply allows himself to be free, to be himself, to be whole. With you.
Haechan: He would say they’re all his favourite. Every moment spent with his lips on you is a moment he wishes would stretch on to infinity, only punctuated by soft laughter. In truth, his favourites are the suffocating kisses. The ones where he latches on and buries you under with the weight of his love--planting kiss after kiss until you can’t breathe for all the affection that smothers you. And in truth, those are your favourites as well. The kisses you can’t breathe for, the kisses that pepper your face and body with laughter and light--each one reminding you just how much love there is in the universe to behold.
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