xflorencex

[xflorencex]

even in a crowded room, jun somehow seems to settle next to you. it's not the first time, and, sure, maybe he should expect that someone will always make room for him to sit next to you considering you're together, but... he sees the way jeonghan glances up, and immediately gets up to take the mic and turn seungkwan's solo into a duet. and jun thanks him quietly, although he's sure he doesn't hear it, and settles into the spot next to you. you lean into him, head resting on his shoulder because he's home to you, and he just rests an arm around you before pressing a quick kiss against your forehead.

it's nice. after this, whoever wants to get food will go out for it with the two of you (he knows seungcheol will: he's already offered to cover jun's meal and your own as well, since you had to coordinate with so many people for karaoke alone). he'll keep pretending he didn't see the receipt for your plane tickets in your email when you asked him to check and see if your library holds came in. and he'll kiss you when you surprise him with them when you get home.

your lips press against his cheek, and he looks at you with a smile. "hey," you whisper to him, close enough that he can hear you. "happy birthday. sorry i couldn't get everyone together a few days ago."

"it's okay." he kisses your forehead again, snuggling in close to you. "it's perfect. thank you."

a camera flash catches his attention, and he looks over to see mingyu giggling with minghao over something. he shows him the picture of the two of you, cozily cuddled together, and mouths that he'll send it to him along with the other pictures from the entire night.

and for a moment, jun feels the love in the room that's always there when all of you get together. and he just smiles, pressing another kiss against your cheek as he settles into the feeling of being at home with some of the people he loves the most.

[xflorencex]

A loud gasp echoed through the dorm as the members stepped in.

Seungcheol's eyes widened, immediately on alert as he tried to peek over Mingyu's shoulder. “What happened?!”

Mingyu whipped around, hand over his dropped jaw. “The antique vase from the entry table...”

Everyone froze.

Except Jeonghan - who immediately moved further into the dorm to make space for the rest of the members. With arms crossed, dramatic fury was already bubbling to the surface through his furrowed brows.

“WHO,” he said, voice sharp and commanding, “broke the vase I specifically told you guys not to touch?! That was from my mother! It was sentimental!”

Jun pointed at Dino. “He was spinning that dance move again before we left this morning-”

“It wasn’t me! I'm always careful around that vase!”

Seungkwan groaned. “We told you not to practice at home!”

“It really wasn’t me!”

“Then who—”

“…It was me.”

Your head popped out from the hallway, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. You felt your cheeks flush pink, a clear sign of guilt. “I was rushing out for practice this morning, I think i accidentally knocked into the table.”

Silence. You felt your fingers knowingly fidget together, bracing yourself for the reparations.

The room tensed, eyes flicking toward Jeonghan - ready for the storm.

But instead of exploding, Jeonghan blinked.

Paused.

And then said, “Oh. That’s okay.”

Everyone stared.

“…What?” Seungcheol said flatly.

Jeonghan turned, already waving it off. “Accidents happen. It’s just a vase.”

Minghao narrowed his eyes. “You were about to curse the heck out of us if it had been Dino.”

“Different circumstances.”

“You yelled at me for breathing near it last week!” Dino cried.

“You could've stained it.”

“You just said it was sentimental!”

“It was. Now it’s… a good memory.” Jeonghan patted your head gently. “Don’t worry about it, alright? I’ll clean it up.”

You looked guiltily at the shards, appalled from his reaction. “I’ll help-”

“No, no. Go sit. You'll only hurt yourself.”

The others gaped as Jeonghan practically escorted you to the couch, fussing over you like a VIP guest while muttering something about “dangerous shards” and “precious member.”

Woozi stared, deadpan. “He’s not even hiding it anymore.”

Seungcheol sighed deeply. “This is why the rest of us get gray hair.”

Mingyu whispered, “If I broke that thing, he would’ve called a family meeting.”

“Favoritism,” Seungkwan said, exasperated. “Blatant. Shameless. Ridiculous favoritism.”

And yet, as Jeonghan handed you a snack and made sure you were comfy on the couch, no one could really argue.

They were always extra with you. That wasn’t new.

But this time? It was so obvious, even you couldn’t help but hide a smile.

-

[xflorencex]

Operation: Keep Our Baby Warm

The city was quiet beneath the blanket of night, its streets hushed and glimmering under the glow of winter streetlights. The cold air brushed against cheeks like icy silk, and the breath of thirteen figures curled like ghosts into the sky.

Dinner had ended hours ago—warm bowls, laughter, quiet conversations between bites—and now, the group of thirteen wandered the quiet city streets like boys on the edge of a dream. You stayed close with them, as always, in your place among them—not a performer, not a staff, not part of their work world—but someone whose existence had long rooted deep into their personal lives, silently, tenderly.

They stood under a lamp post now, the light washing them in pale gold. Two or three of the members—Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Mingyu—were speaking to each other in low tones, all in Korean, fast and flowing like a river you never learned to swim in. You never asked them to translate. You never wanted them to stop being themselves.

The others stood nearby, some with hands in pockets, others with shoulders raised to their ears as the wind swept past again. You were standing a few steps behind Joshua, arms crossed, your face tilted down against the breeze. You were layered—sweater under coat, gloves, boots, scarf—but the cold still found its way to you. It always did.

A shiver ran through you like a ripple in a glass. You clenched your jaw, teeth threatening to chatter, nose already red, eyes watery not from emotion but the sheer bite of the winter air.

You glanced up at him. Joshua.

He was standing quietly, hands tucked into the open folds of his unzipped jacket, as if the wind didn’t touch him the same way it did you. His hair blew lightly over his forehead, eyes half-lidded, peaceful in that quiet way only he could carry.

You didn’t say a word at first. You just walked over, slow and small in your steps, until you stood before him. Then, like you had done a hundred times before, you slipped your hands—soft and small, encased in warm gloves—around his waist in little fists, gently pressing your forehead to his chest.

“Shua,” you mumbled, voice muffled by his sweater and scarf. “It’s too cold.”

He didn’t startle. He never did. Instead, he let out the softest hum of acknowledgment, his arms instinctively closing around you like a blanket drawn across a bed. He didn’t say anything either. He never needed to.

Your face relaxed, the tension in your jaw easing, breath slowing just a bit. His warmth settled over you like a calm tide, like something remembered from a childhood dream. His coat was still unzipped, but now his arms were around your shoulders, hands rubbing slow circles over your back through your coat. You didn’t care if anyone saw. You just wanted warmth. And him.

The other members, still caught up in their own world of chatter and waiting, noticed—but didn’t interrupt. Not even Mingyu, who sometimes teased the most. Not even Seungkwan, who usually never missed a chance for drama. Tonight, they just let you be.

Jihoon, who had been watching silently, smiled faintly and looked away. Vernon pulled his beanie lower over his ears and leaned into DK’s side. Dino blew into his hands and muttered something in Korean, which made Jeonghan laugh in reply. All of them understood, in their own way, that the world didn’t need to pause for moments like this—but it also didn’t need to interfere.

You stayed like that for a while—Joshua holding you, your fists still gently tucked around his waist, forehead against his chest, your breath finally warming the space between you.

“Tell me if you get cold too,” you whispered eventually, a note of guilt in your voice.

He only smiled, and you felt it rather than saw it. “I’m fine,” he said softly, “You need it more.”

You didn’t reply. You just pressed your nose a little deeper into his sweater and stayed.

The warmth from Joshua’s embrace had started to seep into your bones, calming the quiet tremble in your body. His steady breath against your hair, the soft rhythm of his fingers along your back, and the way he shielded you from the harsh wind—all of it wrapped around you like a cocoon you never wanted to leave.

You smiled into his chest, comforted, safe.

Until he spoke. “I think I’m starting to freeze,” he said suddenly, voice low and soft, but tinted with that teasing edge you knew all too well. “Someone’s stealing all my body heat.”

You leaned back, eyes wide, mock-offended. “Excuse me?” you gasped, stepping away and letting go of his waist as dramatically as you could. “I’m the cold one here! And you literally said you’re fine with it!”

He chuckled, his nose scrunching up in that boyish way he knew you loved. “I’m just saying, maybe you’re the reason I’m getting hypothermia now.”

You gasped again, your mouth falling open in full theatrical betrayal. “Wow,” you whispered, pointing at him accusingly. “You’d really let me freeze to protect yourself. So much for love.”

From behind, a deep voice joined in, full of amused affection.

“I’ll keep you warm, little one.” You turned quickly, and there stood Mingyu, towering, warm-looking, and grinning ear to ear. His arms opened wide, inviting, playful.

“I’ve got you,” he said with a wink.

And just like that, without hesitation, you let out a delighted squeal and bolted toward him, your boots clunking softly against the pavement. You ran straight into his arms like a child running into safety, giggling wildly as he caught you with ease and lifted you slightly off the ground in a snug, exaggerated hug.

“Oppa!” you laughed, your voice muffled against his thick jacket. “You’re so warm, you’re like a walking heater.”

“I know, right?” he said proudly, hugging you tighter and swaying a little just to make it more dramatic. “And I don’t tease like someone over there.”

Joshua scoffed with a smile, his arms crossing as he looked at you both. “She’s a traitor,” he mumbled.

“She’s cold!” Seungkwan called out from behind, grinning. “Let her be!”

The group was fully watching now, but none of them interrupted the moment—just basked in the comfortable chaos of it all. Some laughed quietly, others just smiled knowingly. This was normal. You, being your dramatic self. Mingyu, being the oversized teddy bear. Joshua, pretending to pout but clearly softening at the sound of your laughter.

You peeked out from Mingyu’s hug, cheeks flushed from both warmth and laughter, and stuck your tongue out at Joshua playfully. “You should’ve thought twice before you accused me of being a heat thief.”

Joshua raised his brows, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Fine,” he said, stepping closer with slow, teasing steps. “Then I’m stealing you back.”

Mingyu tightened his hold. “You’ll have to fight me for her.”

Joshua sighed exaggeratedly. “Unbelievable. I go cold for two minutes, and she finds a new heater.”

“You had your chance, Shua!” you chimed, barely holding in your giggles.

The wind howled again through the quiet street, but this time it didn’t bite. Not when your world was this warm—filled with banter, shared glances, arms that always opened, and a love that surrounded you, no matter who was holding you in the moment.

You were still snug in Mingyu’s arms, his chin resting lightly atop your head while he swayed you side to side like a life-sized plushie. Your giggles had quieted into soft hiccups of laughter, your fingers tucked safely against his chest, soaking in the warmth. You could almost fall asleep like this, if not for the unmistakable sound of Joshua’s footsteps approaching.

“I believe that’s my girlfriend you’ve got there,” Joshua said, tone light and smooth, but lined with mock authority. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes flickering between you and Mingyu.

“I don’t see your name on her,” Mingyu shrugged, holding you closer.

“I don’t need to put my name on her,” Joshua replied with a scoff, “she came to me first.”

“She left you, remember?” Mingyu pointed out. “You said she was freezing you alive.”

“She is freezing me alive,” Joshua muttered, “but I like it.”

You stifled your laughter against Mingyu’s jacket, loving every second of being the tug-of-war prize between two giant toddlers disguised as men. You peeked up at Joshua with an amused grin, half-hidden by your scarf.

“Gyu oppa’s nicer,” you teased, your voice light.

Joshua narrowed his eyes, then leaned in a little, dropping his voice low. “Mingyu.”

Mingyu’s body tensed a little, still holding you, but his tone changed. “Yeah?”

“If you don’t let go,” Joshua said slowly, smiling, “I’m showing the group chat those photos of you crying during that sad puppy video last month.”

Mingyu went stiff. “You wouldn’t,” he whispered, eyes wide.

“I would,” Joshua replied casually, brushing imaginary lint from his sleeve. “You were wearing that ridiculous hoodie too. The one with bunny ears.”

“Fine!” Mingyu gasped, pulling away from you instantly. “Take her, take her! I was never here!”

You stumbled back with a dramatic gasp, “Oppa! You gave me up so easily!”

But before you could take even half a step toward Joshua, arms—strong, firm, and undeniably familiar—wrapped around you from behind and pulled you gently into a new chest.

You blinked. Then squealed as you saw Seungcheol.

“Oppa!!” you half-laughed, half-screamed, practically melting as you twisted around in his hold. “Youre my saviour!”

Before you could say another word, he pressed a soft, affectionate kiss to the top of your head—gentle, warm, and so very him.

Seungcheol chuckled lowly, his grip tightening as he looked down at you in his hold, easily holding you still. “Needed to keep you warm properly,” he murmured with a little smile. “You looked cold and available. So I took you.”

“You saved me!” you cried dramatically, giggling against his jacket. “I was mid-betrayal!”

Joshua stared, dumbfounded, arms still slightly raised, like he had been seconds from hugging you again. “Seriously?! Cheol?!”

Seungcheol raised a brow. “You let her freeze,” he shrugged with a smirk. “Mingyu gave her up. I saw an opening.”

“She’s not a football,” Joshua muttered, almost sulking.

You peeked up at Seungcheol, still giggling as you cozied into his hug like it was made just for you. He was warm in that solid, grounding way—like someone who could hold the world steady just by standing still. His jacket smelled faintly of his cologne and something familiar you couldn’t place, maybe something like home.

Seungcheol didn't say much after that—he never had to. His presence was calm, warm, and effortlessly comforting. You found yourself relaxing against him, eyes closing momentarily as your laughter faded into a peaceful smile. You weren’t moving anytime soon.

Joshua, arms crossed now, gave a very exaggerated sigh. “You’re seriously staying with him?”

“Yes” You hummed thoughtfully, then leaned into Seungcheol more, grinning cheekily. “He didn’t blackmail anyone.”

The group around you had erupted in laughter by now. Jeonghan had bent over, wheezing. “Joshuji, you lost your girlfriend twice in one night,” he said between laughs. “At this rate, we’ll each get a turn.”

“That’s it,” Joshua muttered. “I’m never being generous with body heat again.”

“Should’ve copyrighted your hugs,” Minghao added dryly, amused.

“You guys are unbelievable,” Joshua said, half-laughing but still thoroughly mock-betrayed.

Seungcheol just smiled quietly, giving you one final squeeze. “You’re warm now, babygirl?” he asked softly, close to your ear.

You nodded against his chest. “Mmm. Very.”

“Then you can stay with me as long as you want,” he said, like a big brother perfectly content to shelter you from the cold and the chaos.

And you did. You stayed. Right there in Seungcheol’s arms, grinning like a kid, while Joshua sulked with the most dramatic expression possible, hands shoved in his pockets, quietly plotting his revenge.

Minutes passed.

You were still cozied in Seungcheol’s arms, your smile lazy and content, eyes fluttering closed for a second as the cold winter wind was replaced by nothing but warmth, laughter, and the sound of your own breath fogging softly against the night.

And then it happened.

“Alright, my turn!” came a bright, eager voice—and before you could even react, Seokmin had rushed over and practically pried you from Seungcheol’s arms like it was a baton pass.

You squealed again, laughter bubbling from your lips as Seokmin spun you around once before wrapping you up in a tight, sunny hug. “You’re too cute when you’re bundled up like this” he said, rocking you side to side like you were a plushie. Then, with a grin, he leaned in and planted a quick, loud kiss on your cheek.

“Oppaaaa!” you giggled, clinging to his coat. “You are turning this into a game!”

“It is a game now,” Seokmin declared proudly. “Operation: Keep Our Baby Warm!”

From behind, Jeonghan called, “And Operation: Watch Joshuji Lose His Mind.”

“Yah!” Joshua barked, turning with his hands out in disbelief. “You’re all stealing her!”

“She’s not yours tonight, hyung,” Minghao said with a subtle smirk, arms crossed and clearly amused. “You messed up. You said she was freezing you.”

Joshua groaned dramatically. “I WAS JOKING!”

But it was too late—because Seokmin was already passing you off to Soonyoung like a precious package. The tiger grinned wildly, arms wide.

“My turn!” he sang.

You shrieked in delighted protest but didn’t resist at all when he scooped you up off the ground, cradling you like a princess. “Oppa!” you squealed again, your laughter echoing into the empty street. “You’re going to drop me!”

“I’d never drop my little baby!” Soonyoung grinned, bouncing you slightly before hugging you close, your nose buried in his scarf now. Then he pressed a light, playful kiss to your forehead. “You’re like a space heater with legs!”

“Then why do you all keep taking her away from me!” Joshua cried, sounding absolutely done, hands flying up like he was surrendering to fate.

“It’s like pass the parcel, hyung,” Chan piped up helpfully. “You should’ve held on tighter.”

Wonwoo chuckled softly as you reached your arms toward him next, laughing through your breathless squeals. “She’s asking for the next one,” he said as if that justified everything.

You ended up in Chan’s arms next, then Jeonghan’s, and even Vernon who usually avoided the spotlight quietly took you in his arms and said nothing—just gave you that silent warmth and soft squeeze that felt oddly grounding.

By the time you reached Woozi, who gave you a one-armed hug and muttered, “You’re getting spoiled,” your face was flushed with joy, hair a little windswept, breath coming in little happy puffs.

You had giggled more in the last ten minutes than you had all day.

And Joshua?

He was crouched dramatically on the sidewalk, elbows on his knees, muttering to himself. “I was her heater first. I shared my warmth. This is betrayal.”

Jeonghan ruffled his hair as he passed. “You got hypothermia, apparently.”

Joshua shot him a glare. “Don’t touch me. I’m cold. Alone. Abandoned.”

You peeked over from Minghao’s side, still catching your breath, still smiling so wide your cheeks hurt.

“Shua,” you called sweetly, a little sing-song, “you okay?”

He looked up slowly like a wounded puppy, pointing accusingly. “You hugged literally everyone.”

You shrugged with an innocent grin. “I like hugs.”

The group howled with laughter again.

And Joshua? He placed a hand over his heart and whispered dramatically, “This is the worst night of my life.”

But even he couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips when he saw the way your eyes sparkled under the city lights—happy, warm, and loved by every one of them.

And just for tonight, he’d let them have their fun.

You were catching your breath in Minghao’s arms, flushed cheeks glowing from laughter, when he glanced around and asked, “Anyone left?”

As if on cue, Jun stepped forward with a small smirk and his hands tucked into his coat pockets. “My turn,” he said smoothly, tilting his head toward you. “She hasn’t been in my arms yet.”

You blinked at him, then laughed breathily. “I’m gonna need a membership card for all these hugs.”

Minghao raised a brow, but let you go gently and nudged you forward with a quiet grin and a whisper. “You’ll like his. He’s always weirdly warm.” Then, just before letting you go completely, he leaned down and kissed the top of your head fondly.

Jun reached for you as you walked the few steps over, slipping easily into his embrace like it was the most natural thing in the world. He didn’t squeeze you too tight or spin you around like the others had. He just held you quietly—secure, calm, and close.

You sighed, content. “Oppa you really are warm.”

Jun smiled against your temple, his voice soft and teasing, “Maybe I’ll keep you. Let Joshua keep sulking.”

You giggled again, cheeks brushing against his scarf as your arms looped around his waist. The cold barely touched you anymore. You could stay here, like this, a little longer.

And then—

A shadow loomed just beside you both.

Joshua.

His arms were crossed, lips pressed together like he was trying hard not to break into a pout but failing miserably. He looked at Jun, then at you, then at your intertwined fingers against Jun’s coat.

“You done passing her around like hot cocoa?” he asked dryly.

Jun smiled wider. “Mmm… not yet.”

Joshua gave him the look.

You watched the silent exchange and bit your lip to keep from laughing. Then, with the most dramatic sigh of the night, Jun slowly loosened his arms and looked down at you. “Go on” he said, pretending to be solemn. “Return to your original owner. Before he combusts.”

You burst into laughter and stepped away from him just as Joshua opened his arms expectantly. You dropped into his hold, collapsed into him. Straight into his chest.

Joshua let out a soft “Oof!” as he caught you, wrapping his arms tight around you like you’d been gone for days. “Finally,” he murmured, pressing his cheek to your head. “My turn.”

You clung to him like you hadn’t hugged him in a year. “You know, for someone who claims to be freezing to death cause of me, you are so dramatic,” you whispered into his coat, giggling happily.

“I was abandoned,” he replied, pulling you even closer. “Don’t downplay my pain. And also if I pulled you back earlier, someone would’ve cried,” he added, glancing over his shoulder at Mingyu.

“I was emotionally invested,” Mingyu called, arms crossed. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, hyung.”

You laughed softly, resting your head just below his chin, warm now not just from all the hugs—but from him. The one you always came back to. The one who knew your silences and your chaos, your tears and your giggles.

“Still love me?” you mumbled playfully.

Joshua lowered his head slightly, voice quiet in the space just between you. “I'll always do.”

You smiled, and this time—it wasn’t playful.

It was home.

And behind you, someone muttered, “Two minutes, tops, before she starts shivering again and goes to Mingyu again.”

“I HEARD THAT!” he yelled without turning around.

The night burst into laughter again, wrapping you all in a warmth no winter wind could touch.

[xflorencex]

hidden in plain sight...

...the one where the two of you are so stupidly obvious, it hurts

seungmin and you have somewhat of an interesting relationship in the eyes of stays. with his skz family character cheating on aunty lina with you, your skzoos holding hands like the world depends on it and the fond gazing that forever goes on between the two of you... it's... interesting, is what one can say.

in between performances, fans catch the little things. like how his hand somehow always finds yours when you're huddled backstage, nerves buzzing before a big stage. or the way he wordlessly tucks your hair behind your ear when it falls into your face, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. neither of you say much about it — you never really need to.

tonight’s encore stage is no different. the air is electric, the confetti falling like snow, and everyone is bouncing around, singing into each other's mics and laughing until your stomachs hurt in the middle of lots of teasing. and somewhere in the middle of it, there's a moment — brief but so loud if you know where to look. and stays...well, they always do.

you’re playfully scolding him for stealing your line again, tapping his forehead with your finger.

"yah, that was my part," you say, half-laughing, half-serious.

seungmin just grins, that wide, scrunchy eyed smile he saves for only a few people, and leans forward to gently tap his forehead against yours. it’s clumsy, soft, and so very him.

"it's called teamwork. eight years since debut and you still haven't learnt that have you?," he mutters cheekily, voice low into the mic.

the crowd roars at the interaction, chan dramatically wailing into his mic, "get a room!" which earns a wave of laughter from the members. you and seungmin just laugh it off, not bothering to explain yourselves. in this band, everyone has a rumour with everyone so there truly isn't a need to.

later, when the lights dim and you're all sitting at the edge of the stage waiting for the video made by the fans of the city to start playing, it’s quieter. sentimental. the kind of atmosphere that oozes warmth and love. you’re sat beside seungmin, your knees knocking slightly, and somewhere between jisung rambling about how much he loves stays and felix fighting tears, you feel it. a pinky hooking softly around yours.

you glance down for half a second. his hand, resting casually between you, barely touching. but his pinky wraps around yours, a silent promise. safe, hidden in the folds of your oversized sleeves.

seungmin doesn’t look at you. he just squeezes once, barely there. his thumb brushes absentmindedly over your knuckle, grounding you because he knew you might cry too. you don’t say anything, but the corners of your mouth lift just the tiniest bit, and you know he's noticed it despite his eyes looking straight ahead.

when the speeches are over and the final bows are done, you’re all waiting to usher off stage, laughing and bumping into each other like a messy line of dominos, seungmin falls into step beside you, close but not quite touching.

"you were good tonight," he says quietly, once you're out of earshot of the fans.

you tilt your head, pretending to think as you sip through your straw. "only tonight?"

he huffs a small laugh through his nose. "fine. you’re always good, my singer."

you nudge him with your elbow, grinning. "you too, min."

there’s a beat of comfortable silence, and then he says, almost shyly, "you make it easier."

you blink, warmth blooming in your chest. "same."

he doesn’t say anything else. he just bumps his shoulder against yours gently, and when you finally reach the dressing room, he lets his hand brush against yours again. just enough that you know, even in a crowd, even under a thousand lights, you’re not alone.

maybe that’s what makes it all so interesting. not the public moments, not the teasing or the playful banter— but the quiet, constant way you choose each other, even when no one’s really looking. but little do you know, that people always are. because the love between the two of you is so evident, it spills out in every glance, every shy smile, every touch you think is hidden. it’s so clear, so undeniable, that even the world beyond the stage can’t help but notice, and quietly, fondly, root for you both.

[xflorencex]

✶. too early || kim seungmin

pairing: kim seungmin x f!reader

warnings: fluff, kissing, clingyness, and js cutie seungmin <33 not proofread!! a/n: abt time i uploaded smth and erm i love my baby seungmin so here you goo!

seven in the morning, and your alarm had just gone off. you groan, arm fumbling on the nightstand to shut it off, but before your fingers even make contact with the alarm, a sleepy voice muffled by your hair, mutters behind you. "don't."

you huff out a laugh, managing to click the button to turn off the ringing sound before answering. "i have work, seungmin." he groans, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back into the bed, and his arms, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. "call in dead or something."

you laugh again, softer this time. "that's not how jobs work."

"you don't need a job." he mutters. "i'll keep you warm and fed."

"i don't think cuddles count as a paycheck." you say, while pushing his hair back behind his ears.

he hums, the sound vibrating against your skin. "then your job is being my personal teddy bear. full-time."

"that doesn’t pay the bills." "i’ll pay you in forehead kisses." you giggle, but he's already pressing one against your temple, then another one against your cheek, slowly, like he's trying to lull you back to sleep.

"you're impossible." you sigh. "and you're leaving me." he says dramatically, draping a leg over you. "but i won't let you, i forbid it."

you sigh, a slight smile tugging at your lips. "fine, five more minutes."

but seungmin only pulls you closer. "no. not five. stay the whole damn day."

[xflorencex]

“did you know…”, you begin, tracing vernon’s neck as he hums in delight.

“know what?”, the vibration of his throat reaches your lips.

“they say that your moles mark the places your soulmate liked kissing you in your past life”, your words come out calmly, even though your heart is beating loudly inside your chest.

vernon chuckles, firmly wrapping an arm around your waist in a silent plea of ‘please, don’t stop’.

“that’s kinda cute.”

“it is”, you nod, breathing in his scent. “and i think it’s true, that would explain why you have so many moles on your neck.”

“do i?”

vernon pulls back a little, just enough to look you in the eyes. he tries not to focus on how red and plump your lips are right now.

“you do. one on the left side, one on the right side, and one on the back”, you say with a little smile, like you had his body memorized by now - which you did.

he smiles softly. “and you’re the one who did it?”

“i mean…”, you bite back a smug smile. “who else could have loved your neck in the past life as much as i do today?”

“no one”, he says in a heartbeat. “plus, you only have one soulmate.”

you lean forward to peck his lips, humming when he deepens the kiss.

“and that’s me?”, you whisper against his lips.

vernon laughs. his eyes are closed, and you melt in the way his thumb is caressing the skin of your waist underneath your shirt.

“you said it yourself”, he whispers back. “who else could it be?”

a/n: i am just a girl with a heavy crush on her bias, pls forgive me.

[xflorencex]

— kim seungmin as gestures of love

➤ kim seungmin x gn!reader

genre: fluff, headcanons

warnings: pet names

[xflorencex]

Stray Kids notice you've been quiet today

tags: y/n is tired or unwell or just numb, protective stray kids, attentive stray kids, established relationship

Bang Chan:

Lee Know:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

IN:

[xflorencex]

Hi, I’m so sorryyy!! I accidentally forgot to type the number cus I was so busy trying to pick one ! 😭 !! If you could do 5 that would be great! THANK U SO MUCH!!

wen junhui + always giving the other the first bite of their food

warnings: fluff, i seem to have forgotten any reason why someone would do this, so it’s kinda bad… an: umm i love juju and i hope this does the prompt and your hopes justice! thank you for supporting and requesting 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

dating junhui means you should expect a lot of spontaneity. whether it’s random bursts of energy or random gifts, spending time with your boyfriend always keeps you on your toes.

there is one thing, however, that you can always expect from him; his habit of always feeding you the first bite of his food.

“babyyy.. i’m scared i won’t like this, can you taste it?” he’ll ask, pouting as he holds his spoon out to you. you know damn well he’ll like what he ordered at the restaurant, it’s his favorite food, but you indulge him anyway.

every time you’re eating with him, whether it’s at home or a restaurant, he always feeds you his first bite. it’s to a point where you know it’s coming, and even avoid eating your own food until he gives you his.

it’s so embarrassing, the way he coos and babies you while holding his utensil out towards you, but you can’t help but enjoy it. it makes you feel all tingly when he’s smiling at you, a giggly ‘say aaaaaahh’ coming from him while holding his fork in front of your mouth, other hand under your chin to catch anything that spills. once you eat whatever it is, he’s kissing away any crumbs on your mouth before finally letting himself inhale the meal in front of him.

he never tells you what his reasoning is behind this superstition, simply shaking his head every time you ask. it’s so serious for him that he’ll even do it with you on the phone! and you have to take a pretend bite! you’ve tried to figure out what it is behind this little obsession, but it’s always hard to figure out what’s going on in your junhui’s brain.

(plus, he’s still a little shy to tell you that it’s just because it makes him feel closer to you. how? even he doesn’t know)

[xflorencex]

when you slightly cut your finger (maknae line)

ot8 reactions | bf!skz x reader au genre: crack warnings: minor injury | slight blood | language hyung line | ✧ maknae line

han

You: “Ow! shit.” “WHO HURT YOU. I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FIGHT A FRUIT.” You blink. Jisung skids into the kitchen wearing pajama pants and one sock “Did you just stab yourself?! With a knife?! Were you slicing things?! WHY WERE YOU SLICING THINGS UNSUPERVISED??” You hold up your finger. A small cut. Like, embarrassingly small. He stares. Goes dead silent. Then clutches his chest. “I’m gonna throw up. I wasn’t emotionally ready for gore this early.” You grin. “You’re being dramatic.” “YOU’RE BLEEDING!” “It’s one drop!” “THAT DROP CAME FROM YOUR BODY BABY. THAT’S PRECIOUS FLUID.” You: wincing a little “Can you get me a bandaid?” “I’ll get you a medal for surviving this.” “It’s not that bad...” “Shhh. Don’t talk. Save your strength.” “...Jisung” He picks you up bridal-style “TO THE COUCH. MEDIC STATION ENGAGED.” He sets you down with a pillow “Don’t move. You might pass out.” He disappears and comes back 0.6 seconds later with: -Two band-aids -A fluffy towel -His emotional support hoodie -And a candle You blink, scared to ask... “What’s the candle for...” “In case we need to create mood lighting for your goodbye.” You start laughing. “Ji...” “Just tell me what you want for dinner in the next life.” You sigh dramatically. You can’t help it. You milk it harder just to watch him spiral “I think I’m getting dizzy…” He drops to his knees. “I’LL DIE WITH YOU.” “WHAT—” “I’M SERIOUS. ROMEO AND JULIET, BABY. I’M NOT READY TO DATE AGAIN.” “We’ve been together for 8 months.” “EXACTLY. TOO LATE TO START OVER.”

felix

You: “Ow—!” Felix: immediate record scratch from across the kitchen “What?! What happened?! What did you TOUCH?!” You hold up your hand. One small cut. One tiny drop of blood. That’s it. Felix gasps like he just watched you get stabbed. “OH MY GOD?? BABY?!” You're biting your lip to keep from laughing “…It hurts.” He practically sprints across the room, grabbing your hand like he’s about to deliver CPR. “Where?! Let me see. wait, do we need to go to the hospital?!” You dramatically flutter your lashes ��I don’t know. I might faint. Hold me?” His face: shook. “Oh no no no no don’t faint, not on me, please... I didn’t take first aid this year!” “I think… I see the light.” His eyes full of panic “NO YOU DON’T.” “Tell my pet rock I loved it.” He starts fanning your face “Please don’t die, you haven’t even tried the new cookie recipe yet” You can’t help it. You snort-laugh. Felix pauses. Blink blink. “…You’re joking?” You wheeze, “You were fanning me with a potholder, Lix.” He steps back, face going red, hands still hovering mid-air “You...you LIED?!” “...Just a little.” “...I almost cried.” You grin. “That’s how much you love me, huh?” He crosses his arms. “I was gonna write you a goodbye song.” “You were???” “I had the first line already. ‘Strawberries took her, but love remains." You laugh “Oh my GOD—” --- Later, you find a band-aid on your finger with a doodled heart and tiny wings drawn in pen. And on the counter? A sticky note: “Even if you’re dramatic, I’d still die for your stupid finger. – Lixie ”

seungmin

You: “Ow—OH MY GOD.” Seungmin from the hallway : “What happened? Are you dying? Please say yes, I need a nap.” “I’m bleeding!” Seungmin walks in. Stops. Stares at you dramatically crouched on the floor “…You cut yourself slicing cucumbers again, didn’t you?” You lift your hand like Simba on Pride Rock “There’s blood. I’m leaking.” He leans over. Squints at the cut “…That is not ‘leaking.’ That is ‘lightly annoyed skin.’” You gasp. “Are you mocking my pain?!” “Yes. In 4K. Live broadcast.” You dramatically press a paper towel to your finger. “I’m going into shock.” He opens the fridge. “Should I write your will on a sticky note?” “I want my funeral catered. With champagne.” Seungmin deadpan "Noted. Now let’s wrap up this drama before I call the real medics—aka Chan and his weird healing dad voice.” But then he actually sees the cut. And pauses “Oh. Okay, that’s… deeper than I thought.” You blink. “So you do care.” “No, I care about bloodstains on the counter.” He walks off. Comes back 15 seconds later with a bandaid, antiseptic, and your favorite cartoon sticker. “Did you just bring me a Spongebob bandaid?” He's focused on dabbing your finger “Don’t make it weird.” You smile. “You’re sweet when you pretend you’re not sweet.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re loud when you pretend you’re dying.” He finishes the bandaid, carefully pressing it on. Doesn’t say anything. Then leans forward and gently kisses your forehead. You blink. He immediately straightens “You imagined that.” “I literally felt your lips—” “You imagined that!” he repeats louder, walking away. You didn't <3

i.n

You: “AH—SHIT. SHIT—” Jeongin: appears from thin air “WHO DO I HAVE TO FIGHT.” You dramatically hold up your finger. He blinks. “That’s… a paper cut.” You: “It’s worse. It’s a betrayal. I was spreading butter.” Jeongin: squints at the butter knife like it just insulted his mother “…You’re bleeding from a utensil designed for gentle smearing.” “I’m fragile. Treat me like one of your skincare serums.” He walks over, deadpan “You want a bandaid or a eulogy?” “I want a statue built in my honor.” He smirks. “Okay, I’ll put it next to the box of shame.” You gasp “You are so mean.” He pulls out his phone. Snap. “You’re gonna thank me when I show this photo to your future kids.” You glare. “Delete it.” He snorts. “Nope. This is art.” Three minutes later. You’re pouting in silence. Jeongin: still chuckling “Oh come on, baby, it’s funny.” You stay quiet. Still cradling your finger. “…You okay?” Silence. “Wait… are you… actually upset?” You sniff dramatically. His entire soul leaves his body. “OH NO—WAIT—OKAY—BABY—I’M SORRY.” He scrambles for the bandaid drawer. Pulls out three sizes, a mini ice pack, and an emergency cookie (??). “This one has Snoopy on it...do you want Snoopy? Or glitter?” You sniff again “...Snoopy.” He gently puts it on. Blows on your finger “Am I forgiven?” You squint. “…You made fun of my butter injury.” He presses his lips to your bandaged finger like it’s sacred. Then your cheek. Then your forehead. “I’ll never mock butter again. Swear on my AirPods.” You grin. He pauses “…Wait. You’re milking this, aren’t you.” You smile sweetly. “Love you~” Jeongin groans. “...I’m keeping that photo”

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DISCLAIMER : This blog and all related content (fics, fake texts, headcanons, imagines, etc.) are entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. I do not know Stray Kids personally, nor do I claim any of this reflects their real personalities, actions, or relationships. All characters and their personalities—including Meena King—are original creations.Please enjoy responsibly and remember : real people = real boundaries.

[xflorencex]

Boyfriend | Wen Jun Hui

Pairing: bf!Jun x Reader

Genre: fluff and Jun

Warning: none, just Jun

Boyfriend!Jun who makes you feel COMFORTABLE, especially with him. From the very beginning you gave him a safe space, one free from judgement and criticism. Because of that, he wants nothing more than to give the same back to you. Together you’ve created your own silly little world. To others, it might seem like you’re speaking a whole other language, but to the two of you? It just feels like home.

Boyfriend!Jun who is endlessly SUPPORTIVE of you. He wants to reflect back all the love and encouragement you constantly give him. With you, he knows he can share anything—because no matter what he says, you’ll listen and no matter what he does, you’ll see him. In return, he makes sure you feel just as heard and just as seen. With him, you’re never alone.

Boyfriend!Jun who loves doing the SIMPLEST daily life things with you. Time to cook? You’ll do it together. Cleaning day? You’ll clean side by side. It doesn’t matter what it is—he just wants to share those everyday moments with you (everything feels extra homey). Every night he insists on doing your skincare routine with you. He pulls his hair back with the cutest headband, mimics your every move with dramatic flair and turns the bathroom into your shared space. By the end, your faces are glowing and so are your hearts.

Boyfriend!Jun who LOVES cuddles. If you’re on the couch scrolling through your phone or watching something, he’ll quietly settle beside you. At first he’ll just sit close, but then—slowly, he’ll start nuzzling your shoulder…inching closer little by little, until eventually his head ends up in your lap and your fingers are gently running through his hair.

Boyfriend!Jun who asks you to HELP him practice his lines. Even if you have zero acting experience, he’s beyond grateful for your willingness—and you love it too, because it always turns into a fun quality time. He’s playing a romantic role and there's a kissing scene? Oh, he’s absolutely practicing it with you, over and over and over again (for accuracy, of course)

Boyfriend!Jun who takes you on DATES to the cutests cat cafes. He comes running to you with his phone in hand and the brightest smile on his face—and you instantly know what it’s about: a new cat cafe just opened. He plans the whole date even suggesting matching outfits, later you both take the sweetest (and silliest) photos with the kitties…and with each other, of course.

Jun feels like a cozy home~💜

[xflorencex]

◟ LOVER ⟡​ WHEN THEY ADMIRE THEIR GIRL

𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝒍𝗦 ᪲ 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋? 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍

❪ 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 ❫ ｡ boyfriend!enhypen & fem!rea. 7OOwc. ୨୧ established relationship fluff ✶ petnames skinship bad down enha . . ˊᯅˋ 𝑙’ click

다니 ⠀⦂ my daily schedule of posting back 💌 i hope you guys enjoy ! bad down enhypen, we all needed

LEE HEESEUNG ( when you're talking )

heeseung leans back against the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, the other tracing slow circles on your palm of your hand as you ramble about your day, eyes sparkling with every little detail. he’s not even listening—not really. he hums here and there, nodding like he’s keeping up, but the truth is, he’s too busy watching you, completely entranced. the way your lips move, the way your nose scrunches when you get excited, the way you gesture with your hands—it’s all too cute. “you’re so pretty when you talk, you know that?” he murmurs suddenly, smirking as you pause mid-sentence, caught off guard. his fingers squeeze your hip, pulling you closer. “keep going, baby, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.” his gaze flickers to your lips, and his grin deepens when you roll your eyes. god, you’re adorable. he might just be obsessed.

PARK JAY ( fixing your outfit )

jay leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he watches you fuss over your outfit, fixing your collar, smoothing out your pants. you look perfect—always do—but the way you're so focused, brows slightly furrowed, makes his heart ache in the sweetest way. “baby, you could wear a paper bag and still be the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, pushing off the frame to step closer. his hands find your waist as he twirls you effortlessly, eyes drinking in every inch of you like you’re a masterpiece. “mm, perfect,” he hums, fingers brushing under your chin to tilt your face up to him. “not that you needed fixing.” his thumb traces your cheek. “my princess,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead before spinning you once more, just to see you smile.

SIM JAKE ( when you're doing makeup )

jake leans against the vanity, arms crossed, eyes locked on you like you’re the most mesmerizing thing he’s ever seen. “you know, baby, you don’t even need all that,” he murmurs, a lazy grin stretching across his lips as he watches you blend out your concealer.. “but if it makes my girl happy, who am i to complain?” his voice is teasing, and when you shoot him a playful glare through the mirror, he chuckles, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “so pretty,” he grins. “it’s actually unfair how bad you make me wanna kiss you right now.” his fingers tilt your chin, eyes flickering between your lips and your gaze. “you gonna let me, sweetheart? or do i have to sit here and suffer?”

PARK SUNGHOON ( when you tie his tie )

sunghoon stands still, letting you smooth out his collar, fingers deftly working the silk tie into a perfect knot. he doesn’t say a word—just watches. watches the way your brows furrow slightly in concentration, the way your lips part ever so slightly, the way you’re so effortlessly close. his hands find your waist, resting there as if it belongs there (it kind of does). but really, he’s just so weak for you. “you’re staring,” you murmur, not looking up, but you feel it—feel the weight of his gaze. he doesn’t deny it. doesn’t even blink. and when you finish, giving his tie a light tug to pull him closer, something in him snaps. “forget it,” he exhales before pressing his lips to yours, one hand cupping your cheek, the other holding your waist like he’ll never let go.

KIM SUNOO ( when you're smiling )

sunoo watches you with that soft, dreamy look in his eyes, completely mesmerized by the way your lips curve into that radiant smile. his heart flutters, the same way it did the first time he saw you smile like that. “how do you do that, baby?” he murmurs softly, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek as if committing the moment to memory. he’s memorized that smile by heart, the way your eyes crinkle ever so slightly and how your dimples peek through. it’s his favorite thing in the world. “you’re so pretty, angel.” he whispers, almost to himself, as his fingers tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “my angel,” he adds.

YANG JUNGWON ( when you're wearing his hoodie )

he’s supposed to be working—really, he is—but you’re sitting there on his bed, drowning in his hoodie, legs curled up as you scroll through your phone, and he’s useless. completely useless. “you know, i don’t think you understand how unfair this is,” he muses, voice low, teasing, as he leans back in his chair, arms crossed. you glance up, raising a brow, but he just smirks, tilting his head. “i’m supposed to be working, but my pretty girl decides to steal my hoodie and sit there looking like that? kinda cruel, baby.” you roll your eyes, but he catches the little smile you try to hide. “seriously,” he continues. “so good you’re forgetting to work?” he huffs a laugh, pushing his laptop aside. “work can wait. come here.”

NISHIMURA RIKI ( when you're asleep )

the credits are rolling, the room bathed in the soft glow of the tv, but riki isn’t paying attention—his eyes are glued to you, fast asleep against his shoulder, lips slightly parted. the movie ended a while ago, but he hasn’t moved, too busy watching the slow rise and fall of your chest, the way your lashes flutter every now and then. and maybe—just maybe—he leans in, just a little, lips barely hovering over yours, just to steal the tiniest kiss— but the second his breath fans against your lips, your eyes snap open. “caught you,” you murmur, and riki freezes, wide-eyed. “were you seriously about to kiss me in my sleep?” he scoffs, pulling back immediately. “pfft, no. as if.” but the tips of his ears burn red, and when you smirk, reaching up to flick his forehead, he knows he’s never living this down.

[xflorencex]

— YEONJUN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ! 💭

➙ boyfriend yeonjun thoughts

pairing: choi yeonjun x gn!reader

genre: pure fluff

warnings: none tbh, not proofread so there may be some small typos, lower case intended

a/n: hi there! this is officially my first post! I have written here before in the past but stopped and I finally decided to hop back in and start writing again, hope you all enjoy this, mwah!

looks at you like you're his entire universe (and you are)

matching couple accessories are a must, be it rings, bracelets or whatnot

I refuse to believe yeonjun would be anything but a clingy boyfriend

not in an overbearing way or anything but because one of his main love languages would be physical touch, he is very big on skinship and overall being around you

words of affirmations is another major one in your relationship

yeonjun is someone who needs and wants alot of reassurance and compliments and he would give his s/o the same

will most definitely talk about and show you off to everyone because you are actually perfect in his eyes and he's proud to be your boyfriend :)

holding you in some way or form because he loves being around you

will probably be out shopping together or just travelling in general

the content? he WILL be taking many photos of you and has a folder dedicated to you filled with endless photos and videos of you (some of you sleeping because he thought you looked adorable)

you would also be his personal photographer and trust me, without fail each image would be amazing, even in 144p yeonjun would look perfect (always bf material)

cuddles, cuddles and more CUDDLES 25/8

can get a little jealous and possessive because he simply wants you and your attention all to himself and gets pouty when he doesn't

personal stylist bf jun <3

sad? yeonjun will cheer you up

hungry? yeonjun will feed you

sick? yeonjun will take care of you (and might end up getting sick himself after sneaking in a few kisses when you told him not to)

no matter how you're feeling yeonjun will make sure you always feel 100%

skincare dates every weekend where you both relax together, catch up on each other's weeks and then have some ramen while watching a movie or binging on a series

he will come over randomly either in the middle of the night or early in the morning to go out and get ice cream with you

always makes sure he gives you his hoodie or jacket whenever he notices you feel cold

driver bf yeonjun and passenger princess/prince y/n

you're so lucky to have him (which in turn he would say he's the lucky one and he definitely is)

overall yeonjun should be everyone's cool and fun boyfriend

[xflorencex]

minho's stomping through the snow to get to where you're talking to chris up by the house, already pouting a bit. "you're too far away," he mumbles, sliding his hands into your pockets. "stop wandering away."

you say nothing about this little display of affection, or the fact that you know minho has nice gloves in his pockets (you bought him this pair, and he never leaves without them when it's cold). you just shove your hands into your pockets instead, hands cupping over his. "so anyway--"

"don't ignore me!" he whines, tugging at your jacket as best as he can now. he looks at chris, pouting at him, too. "they're ignoring me. scold them."

chris's eyes crinkle a little as he looks from your face to minho's, and his shifts his weight from one leg to the other. "no returns on him, by the way."

"oh, i know." you draw one hand out just so you can pat minho's bicep a few times. "i don't intend to."

minho smiles a little, and snuggles in close. good. he thinks he's yours for life now anyway. "that's not what i asked for," he mumbles, pressing a kiss against your cheek. "it's too cold here."

"we'll go in a minute," you just cuddle closer to him.

"we don't have to." he just flexes his hands a little, turning them so that he can hold yours. "i'm fine now."

of course he is. you just give him a kiss on the cheek, and feel the way he practically melts against you now that you've given him a little attention for now. he has what he wants: a little attention and to hold you before you have to go back home.

[xflorencex]

𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 - ( 𝖲𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖤𝖭 )

⤹ ┆ 𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ⋮ 𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌 ┆⤸ established relationship, definitely ooc, grammar/spelling mistakes, gn!reader, skin!Neutral, not proof read !!

𓊈 𝖶𝖼 ⋮ 0.3k 𓊉

⸝⸝ request › ❛❛ Svt reaction When the reader winks at them through a rare view mirror in the car (like svt driving while reader is in the backseat with more people and when their eyes meet in the rear view mirror, she winks at them) ❞ - [ @thepoopdokyeomtouched ]

⌗ Featuring┆0t13 !!┆

- Lee Seokmin - Boo Seungkwan - Lee chan - Kwon Soonyoung - Kim Mingyu -

Tries to play it off cool, but fails. He’s got his eyes locked into the road ahead, meanwhile his face is all heated and his ears are bright red – he’ll be looking back in the mirror every five seconds now, trying to figure out what you meant by that wink, where you planning something? Was there a secret he forgot about? Or did you just do it to rile him up a bit? (probably that one). As soon as you two get a moment alone, he’s questioning you on why exactly you looked at him like that, especially in a car full of people.

- Xu Minghao - Yoon Jeonghan - Lee Jihoon - Wen Junhui -

Brushes it off as you just trying to mess with him. He knows you and he knows how you like to try and mess with his head sometimes – playfully, of course. So, he’s pretty good at telling when you’re serious about something or just trying to provoke him a bit. If he’s feeling a bit adventurous, then he’ll wink back and end up flustering you 10x more than you could’ve with him. 

- Choi Seungchol - Joshua Hong - Jeon Wonwoo -

Smiles back at you and just thinks you were trying to catch his attention – doesn’t really cross his mind that you were trying to fluster him, or if it did, then he just brushes it off as a joke. Later on, when you get out of the car, he’ll ask you about it directly and either laugh and roll his eyes at your answer or go ‘Ohhhh’ as he finally understands what you were doing.

- Hansol Chwe -

Doesn’t even notice and keeps driving without looking back once. 

[xflorencex]

𝖢𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖧𝖼'𝗌 - ( 𝖲𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖤𝖭 )

⤹ ┆ 𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ⋮ 𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌 ┆⤸ established relationship, definitely ooc, grammar/spelling mistakes, gn!reader, skin!Neutral, not proof read !!

𓊈 𝖶𝖼 ⋮ 0.3k 𓊉

⌗ Featuring┆0t13 !!┆

- Kim Mingyu - Jeon Wonwoo - Lee Jihoon - Wen Junhui - Hansol Chwe -

Doesn’t mind it, he might be a bit shy initiating it at first but once it becomes a more normal thing he’ll be pulling you closer or have his hands on you in some way or another whenever you’re around, usually, at night when he gets more cuddly and touchy as long as you’re in private. When it does happen though, he prefers to have you cuddle him more than he cuddles you – like having you lay on his chest with his hand loosely draped around your waist or sitting on his lap facing him while he strokes your back. 

- Kwon Soonyoung - Lee Seokmin - Lee chan -

Big fan of physical touch, even when you were just friends he was touchy, just in a more playful way. Whenever he’s around you he can’t help but loosely hug from behind or kiss your cheek with his arm around your waist, he loves cuddling and physical affection. He likes being as close to you as possible, more specifically – laying in bed holding you against his chest with your arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled together. 

- Boo Seungkwan - Xu Minghao - Choi Seungchol - Joshua Hong - Yoon Jeonghan -

He’s comfortable with it as long as you’re comfortable with it, he’s never usually the one that straight-up asks to cuddle but there are some occasional times he’s tired and whiny and just wants to hold you for a while. Since he’s not usually the one to ask, how often depends on when you want to since he never declines (mostly, unless he’s super busy). He enjoys a good mixture of casual and extra clingy, like having you lay beside him with his arm around you and one of your legs on top of his, or just classic spooning. 

[xflorencex]

nanami likes to read his book before bed.

what you didn't know was that he likes it even more when you suddenly decided to climb onto his laps, wrapping both arms around his neck; asking for his attention that never really left you. your fresh out of shower scent crowded him like a dream.

his book was quickly long forgotten somewhere on the bed as his hands were already doing wonders on your sides, massaging your hips gently, washing away the fatigue you didn't even know you've been holding. there isn't even a hint of annoyance in his face as he welcomed you.

to your disruption of his reading time he only offered his most endearing smile while letting out little, "hi love," he softly said, sounding like a man who succesfully had his ways.

looking like a someone who had expected that outcome, as if he had been waiting the whole time for it to happen.

and, well, that's not wrong.