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writing rn about biker mingyu

[yyawnjun]

OMG I LOVE THESE BOARDS ??? AND THIS IS GORGEOUS??? HELLO JAKE UHM.

THANK YOU THANK YOU 🤭

ㅤ✺ ₊ 🧠 Y0U'REㅤ FOREVER M!NEㅤ ˚ †ㅤ @iluvrei

[yyawnjun]

writing rn about biker mingyu

[yyawnjun]

LOVE THE BSK FIC but just in case you missed it you used kwon seungkwan instead of boo!!

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BOTH OF THOSE !!! imma correct it right away, I hadn't noticed🙇‍♀️

[yyawnjun]

SWEET MORNINGS

seungkwan x reader; 0.7k wc ; summary: a sweet morning moment with your new lifetime companion ; warnings ; fluff ; @kflixnet

the light in the room was warm, gently touching the stove and the counter near the kitchen sink. the calm of that moment perfectly reflected the peace in the soul; your breaths were slow, and your eyes still heavy from having just woken up.

your mind still wandered between dream and reality, and while you couldn't understand if it was just an illusion that your body had moved to the kitchen, you were sure that the boy you saw in front of you - intent on making breakfast - was real.

Seungkwan was wearing military green shorts and a loose white shirt that was quite transparent. you could very well glimpse his body under it. the defined muscles of his back, his shoulders were not too broad, but they were just enough to make his waist appear particularly thin. you looked up for a moment and noticed that his hair - warm red when touched by the sunlight - was still wet, and the droplets were slowly falling onto his shoulders.

he was tremendously attractive in your eyes.

so much so that you found yourself rubbing your eyes several times and pinching yourself to ensure it wasn't a dream.

he probably had music in his ears, and therefore hadn't noticed your arrival in the room - and you had preferred to stay and admire that magnificent figure in front of you.

you wanted to get closer, hold, or at least touch that boy whose beauty reminded you of a Greek statue. you wanted to hug him and be flooded with his scent. you wanted to touch his lips while your gazes remained locked for endless moments. but, while your thoughts wandered your body remained still admiring your husband.

you smiled as you thought that that boy, boo seungkwan, was your husband. that boy who was now busy preparing breakfast, and with whom you had spent the night together was "yours". that one boy you had fallen in love with years ago, and who had asked you to marry him a few days before.

you had been fantasizing about when, how, and if you would get married for a long time. you daydreamed about the moment he would see you in your wedding dress as you walked up the aisle...

...you were head over heels for that boy and were very certain that you wanted to spend your life with him when he asked you.

you had just returned home, and you had noticed his anxiety; you knew there was something he was keeping from you, but you never expected a marriage proposal at that moment.

after turning on the lights and noticing the white decorations within the house, you turned to look for explanations from seungkwan. however, you had to look down to see him kneeling, holding a tiny blue box, and staring at you.

"yn, will you marry me?" five words you will never forget.

your legs gave up at that very moment, making it difficult for you to nod and say, "yes, of course," before bending down and kissing him. as you smiled and kissed, tears ran down your faces. however, you heard confetti falling on you and people clapping and crying the next thing you knew: your entire group of friends joined you in celebrating. for you, everything in that moment became unforgettable.

as a result, you allow your thoughts to stray to your favorite moments. "earth, give a call! are you there, baby?" you were transported back to Earth by the sound of Seungkwan's voice. the first word that came out of your mouth without you even thinking about it was "husband seungkwan…" He sat down on a chair in front of you and said, "I love the way that word sounds from your lips." he made an effort to maintain a serious expression, but the color and smile on his face definitely suggested otherwise.

this was the first time you had addressed him like this. and it had surprised him to be doing it so effortlessly at such an early hour of the day. It took him a few minutes to calm down, but he was able to say: "and you're my wife huh" and your heart began to race as you blushed and found yourself the one staring at the boy.

[yyawnjun]

I AM FINALLY ENTERING BETTER IN THE P1HARMONY FANDOM 🗣

[yyawnjun]

CIGARETTES AND DAISIES

nonidol!jeonghan x reader ; summary: calmed by the light of a starry night, amidst the daisies and the scent of cigarettes, 1k wc warnings: smoking cigarettes; @kflixnet

cigarette smoke comes out of your mouth and mixes with the steam produced by your body because of the temperature change between your warm body and the cold of the outside. you had been at the party for about an hour, and you were already mentally scolding yourself for going. you didn't despise parties, but the atmosphere on that night was particularly hostile to you: the music was terrible, the drinks were mid, and the people were particularly unpleasant and loud. you were at that party with a few friends, and usually, those annoying things didn't irritate you so much. but, on that particular spring evening, perhaps out of tiredness, you chosed to be out in the garden by yourself getting some air rather than suffocating with all those drunken people.

so that's why you went out and you found yourself smoking your third cigarette, by yourself.

time passed and you decided to take another one because you were starting to feel the cold more and more. however, you were startled by a noise you heard; a dark-haired head with curls peeked out from the doorway. it was Jeonghan, who had left the house to get some fresh air, with his usual cocky look. (he would never admit that he had spent at least ten minutes searching the entire home for you).

it was clear from his expression that he was a little more than tipsy. he arrived and sat down on the grass next to you without saying anything, and he was staring at the moon at this point silently.

he's too drunk, you thought to yourself as you returned to making yet another cigarette paper for a smoke.

but you were too tired, and damaging your breathing was already that boy sitting next to you. as you watched him, you noticed that he had started playing with the blades of grass and daisies in the garden where you were sitting. was he perhaps that drunk or was he nervous?

you tried not to focus too much on him and wait for him to start the conversation.

"this party is boring," he muttered in a tone mixed between alchool and sleep.

you turned to face him as soon as you realized he was already staring at you, smiling. he was standing with his legs crossed and his hands still on the flowers, just turning his head in your direction; his black eyes were locked on your face, his hair was immobile, his lips were slightly parted, and his stare seemed more attractive to you than before.

he smirked at your expression when he saw that you matched his gaze without saying anything.

"what? you like what you see?" he asked you. you rolled your eyes first reflecting on how drunk he was to say such a thing. "because I do" he continued the sentence naturally.

You almost choked on cigarette smoke.

"may I?" he asked as he came dangerously close to you, pointing to the packet with the tobacco and rolling papers.

you nodded, unable to answer. for a split second, your hands touched, and you felt an immense warmth spread from your hand to your head. you gave him the stuff he asked for while once more ignoring the effect that he had on you. the moon was lighting the sky on its own, and that was what you wanted to keep your attention on.

to prevent yourself from becoming lost in thought and thinking about him, you decided to begin counting stars.

one, two, three stars—who knows what in the world Jonghan is contemplating? no. it does not matter.

one, two, three, four, five six stars.

just as you were counting the seventh star you noticed that you were staring again at jeonghan.

after carefully inserting the tobacco, jeonghan continued to lick the cigarette paper. the level of alcohol in his body appeared to have disappeared based on how precisely he held the cigarette. he touched the paper with a slow movement of his tongue, then quickly but carefully closed it.

and something very appealing was present in those specific gestures. It captivated you so intensely that you were unable to look away. you observed his fast lips, focused stare, and alcohol-flushed cheeks. his face and chest were highlighted by the moonlight; his face was pale, and you could see outlines of his muscles under his shirt.

"seven stars," you whispered as your gaze remained fixed on his figure.

"big dipper," he said without looking at you.

"huh?" you uttered. "It's a constellation made up of seven stars, it's essential for finding the North Star," without allowing your eyes to meet again until a specific moment when he leaned very close to you once more and said, "please?" while pointing to your lighted cigarette.

you didn't understand for a few seconds that he was asking you to light his cigarette with yours. you also walked up to him without giving it much thought, until the tips of your cigarettes met. you felt a hand slide your hair behind your right ear, exactly as his cigarette was lighting. you quickly realized that he was getting farther away from you and that someone had put a flower behind your left ear.

was this his way of saying thank you? or flirting? the thought of the proximity that existed just milliseconds earlier made you flush. you took a deep breath to bring yourself back into control and attempted to pull yourself together. you also began playing with the nearby daisies and grass blades, realizing how well they alleviated stress.

you felt calmer until you felt jeonghan removing his jacket and putting it on your shoulder, as you were leaning against a low wall; and after that, he placed his head softly on your shoulder.

your heart was pounding, and so was his. but while you tried to stay awake and impassive as you watched the moon and let your gaze wander, he did his best to pretend to be asleep so that he could stay so close to you for five more minutes.

you carefully put your head on his as the moon rose in the sky, allowing yourself to lose yourself in the aromas of the fresh air and the young man who was "sleeping" next to you.

[yyawnjun]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE TAG AGAIN LIA DARLING. this was really gentle and funny to do

i am tagging anyone who wants !!

cosmic persona quiz

this was such a wild quiz, loved every second of it 😂🥰

thanks for the tag @19marka 💕

No pressure tags: @bldelaine @sunshineleefelix @stayconnecteed @starlostastronaut @chaotickyrith @byeoltoyuki

[yyawnjun]

OMG I LOVE DOING THIS CHAINS, TYSM FOR THE TAG LIA !!

i found out this month this group and i am obsessed if you can't tell 👍👍

tagging: @angelbelleangelll and anyone who'd like <33

! "receiptify #2" tag game !

rules: go to receiptify (connect with spotify or your last.fm for non-spotify users) and share your last month's top tracks!

tagged by: smiles aka @boba-beom thank you so much for tagging me! i always love to share and talk about music~

i'm not surprised actually. 5/10 are from laurel hell because i've been replaying the playlist while writing it; all my fellas is my current go-to hype song; the last album i listened in march is the cure's disintegration; run for roses and speed love is for street spirit; and sea power songs are basically the foundation for un jour serai de retour pres de toi as i'm ideating it

tagging: @itz-yerin @14raeriluv @lovejoshua and anyone who wants to join in! feel free

[yyawnjun]

CIGARETTES AND DAISIES

nonidol!jeonghan x reader ; summary: calmed by the light of a starry night, amidst the daisies and the scent of cigarettes, 1k wc warnings: smoking cigarettes; @kflixnet

cigarette smoke comes out of your mouth and mixes with the steam produced by your body because of the temperature change between your warm body and the cold of the outside. you had been at the party for about an hour, and you were already mentally scolding yourself for going. you didn't despise parties, but the atmosphere on that night was particularly hostile to you: the music was terrible, the drinks were mid, and the people were particularly unpleasant and loud. you were at that party with a few friends, and usually, those annoying things didn't irritate you so much. but, on that particular spring evening, perhaps out of tiredness, you chosed to be out in the garden by yourself getting some air rather than suffocating with all those drunken people.

so that's why you went out and you found yourself smoking your third cigarette, by yourself.

time passed and you decided to take another one because you were starting to feel the cold more and more. however, you were startled by a noise you heard; a dark-haired head with curls peeked out from the doorway. it was Jeonghan, who had left the house to get some fresh air, with his usual cocky look. (he would never admit that he had spent at least ten minutes searching the entire home for you).

it was clear from his expression that he was a little more than tipsy. he arrived and sat down on the grass next to you without saying anything, and he was staring at the moon at this point silently.

he's too drunk, you thought to yourself as you returned to making yet another cigarette paper for a smoke.

but you were too tired, and damaging your breathing was already that boy sitting next to you. as you watched him, you noticed that he had started playing with the blades of grass and daisies in the garden where you were sitting. was he perhaps that drunk or was he nervous?

you tried not to focus too much on him and wait for him to start the conversation.

"this party is boring," he muttered in a tone mixed between alchool and sleep.

you turned to face him as soon as you realized he was already staring at you, smiling. he was standing with his legs crossed and his hands still on the flowers, just turning his head in your direction; his black eyes were locked on your face, his hair was immobile, his lips were slightly parted, and his stare seemed more attractive to you than before.

he smirked at your expression when he saw that you matched his gaze without saying anything.

"what? you like what you see?" he asked you. you rolled your eyes first reflecting on how drunk he was to say such a thing. "because I do" he continued the sentence naturally.

You almost choked on cigarette smoke.

"may I?" he asked as he came dangerously close to you, pointing to the packet with the tobacco and rolling papers.

you nodded, unable to answer. for a split second, your hands touched, and you felt an immense warmth spread from your hand to your head. you gave him the stuff he asked for while once more ignoring the effect that he had on you. the moon was lighting the sky on its own, and that was what you wanted to keep your attention on.

to prevent yourself from becoming lost in thought and thinking about him, you decided to begin counting stars.

one, two, three stars—who knows what in the world Jonghan is contemplating? no. it does not matter.

one, two, three, four, five six stars.

just as you were counting the seventh star you noticed that you were staring again at jeonghan.

after carefully inserting the tobacco, jeonghan continued to lick the cigarette paper. the level of alcohol in his body appeared to have disappeared based on how precisely he held the cigarette. he touched the paper with a slow movement of his tongue, then quickly but carefully closed it.

and something very appealing was present in those specific gestures. It captivated you so intensely that you were unable to look away. you observed his fast lips, focused stare, and alcohol-flushed cheeks. his face and chest were highlighted by the moonlight; his face was pale, and you could see outlines of his muscles under his shirt.

"seven stars," you whispered as your gaze remained fixed on his figure.

"big dipper," he said without looking at you.

"huh?" you uttered. "It's a constellation made up of seven stars, it's essential for finding the North Star," without allowing your eyes to meet again until a specific moment when he leaned very close to you once more and said, "please?" while pointing to your lighted cigarette.

you didn't understand for a few seconds that he was asking you to light his cigarette with yours. you also walked up to him without giving it much thought, until the tips of your cigarettes met. you felt a hand slide your hair behind your right ear, exactly as his cigarette was lighting. you quickly realized that he was getting farther away from you and that someone had put a flower behind your left ear.

was this his way of saying thank you? or flirting? the thought of the proximity that existed just milliseconds earlier made you flush. you took a deep breath to bring yourself back into control and attempted to pull yourself together. you also began playing with the nearby daisies and grass blades, realizing how well they alleviated stress.

you felt calmer until you felt jeonghan removing his jacket and putting it on your shoulder, as you were leaning against a low wall; and after that, he placed his head softly on your shoulder.

your heart was pounding, and so was his. but while you tried to stay awake and impassive as you watched the moon and let your gaze wander, he did his best to pretend to be asleep so that he could stay so close to you for five more minutes.

you carefully put your head on his as the moon rose in the sky, allowing yourself to lose yourself in the aromas of the fresh air and the young man who was "sleeping" next to you.

[yyawnjun]

Hi guys! so I was on the fence with posting something like this but wanted to ask for a bit of help financially because things got a bit dire.

tldr: my family and I faced homelessness quite abruptly and need to recuperate a bit of allowance. I want to help out as much as I can so this will go to any emergency funds/ movers / etc.

☕️✨ any amount of cups are appreciated! if you donate 5 cups or more I can draw a quick sketch as a thank you (nothing nsfw)

[yyawnjun]

Two old friends meet again…

"Hi," he said, a soft smile playing on his lips as he met her gaze.

"Hello," she replied, her eyes lighting up with a spark of recognition, a wave of joy washing over her.

Two old friends, their faces weathered by time, found themselves reunited once more, greeted by the warm embrace of familiarity. As they exchanged pleasantries, a rush of nostalgia flooded their hearts, transporting them back to the cherished memories they once shared.

Their smiles mirrored each other's, evoking a sense of comfort in the rediscovery of a bond that time had failed to diminish. Memories, like old photographs, flickered in their minds, resurrecting the innocence of youth and the whispers of a love yet to be understood.

"How have you been?" he inquired, taking a sip of his coffee, a gesture reminiscent of their past encounters.

"I'm fine," she answered, her voice carrying the weight of experience, yet laced with a newfound sense of contentment. "Living my dream job has its challenges, but I've learned that life's hurdles only make the journey more fulfilling."

His heart swelled with pride at her resilience, her determination echoing the spirit he had always admired in her. "I'm glad to hear that you're happy," he confessed, his gaze softening with admiration.

She smiled, a radiant expression that transported him back to simpler times, when their connection felt effortless and unburdened by the passage of time. It was as if she had unlocked a hidden chamber of his heart, flooding it with warmth and familiarity.

Somewhere in the recesses of their shared history, they had unknowingly planted the seeds of a love that had stood the test of time. Now, as they stood on the precipice of possibility, they found themselves yearning for more than just fond memories.

"Well, I'm trying, but…" she trailed off, her vulnerability laid bare before him, a silent plea for understanding.

In that moment, he realized that their hearts beat in harmony, their desires intertwined like the tendrils of ivy reaching for the sun. "I think… having you beside me would make it all the more joyful," she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion.

Her eyes met his, a silent exchange of hopes and dreams that transcended the spoken word. With a tender smile, he acknowledged her plea, his heart overflowing with love and acceptance.

As they basked in the glow of newfound understanding, a sense of serenity washed over them, like two ships finding safe harbor in the storm. Perhaps, in this fleeting moment, they had stumbled upon the magic they had longed for all along.

"Then… can I be with you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

She didn't need to reply, for her smile said it all. In that shared moment of clarity, they embraced the promise of a future filled with love and possibility.

Maybe this time, it would be the love they had been searching for all along. Maybe now, they could transcend the boundaries of friendship and embark on a journey of discovery together. With her back in his life, everything felt right, as if the universe had conspired to bring them together once more.

As they gazed into each other's eyes, a sense of peace settled over them, their hearts entwined in a dance as old as time itself.

Maybe.. this time, love won't end.

[yyawnjun]

how svt would react if their introvert s/o is socially exhausted

pairing/genres: svt x reader (gn); fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: none? (plz lmk if i overlooked something)

author's note: for this anon! coming up with 13 different scenarios is not as easy as it may seem LOL, but it was fun doing something i haven't done before, so thank you for the request! i hope you got some rest, anon 💗

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Seungcheol

After you climb into Seungcheol’s car after one of your many social events this week, you fail to control your overwhelming emotions.

Seungcheol instantly panics at your sudden crying. It started with quiet sniffles, but now you’re borderline sobbing in your hands.

He wants to pull you into his arms, but it’s not as easy to do so since you’re in his car. Instead, he rubs your thigh with one hand and your back with the other.

“Did something happen tonight?” he asks. There’s a mix of worry and anger laced in his tone. He can’t help but picture someone doing something to upset you.

You shake your head and try to calm your cries.

Truthfully, you’re just overwhelmed with responsibility. You’re exhausted with the need to put on a comradely and upstanding appearance. You’re tired of having the same mindless small talks and being over-aware of your surroundings. You just want to stay at home rather than be in public.

Once Seungcheol knows the reason behind your tears, which he had a feeling about these past few days, he drives you both home. He rubs loving circles on your thigh throughout the trip, sending you words of encouragement every now and then. He doesn’t want to attribute to your overbearing emotions, but he wants you to know he’s here for you.

The night is spent cuddling in bed and eating takeout food. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s exactly what you need. He had offered to give you alone time, but you kept him close. You may not want to be around people, but Seungcheol is an exception. He’s your comfort person, someone you don’t have to put on an appearance for. Someone who understands you and knows how to lift your mood.

When you’re on the brink of sleep, you feel Seungcheol’s lips press against the back of your head. He whispers words of encouragement and tells you he’ll always be here for you. You smile, turn in his arms so you’re facing him, and hold him tightly. He chuckles softly at your reaction and holds you as tightly as you’re holding him.

Jeonghan

Jeonghan claims to want to be an island.

He wants to be a place where people can come and go, leaving their worries behind. Except you ended up shipwrecked on the island and made a home.

Jeonghan leans against the headboard of your shared bed. Your back is pressed against his chest, legs tangled under the covers. You want to spill all your troubles to him, but after constant social interactions, you find it difficult to even express your fatigue. Instead, you both cuddle in silence. Heavy rain falls outside; the pit-pat of the droplets luring you into calmness.

Jeonghan knows something’s wrong, but he’s not quite sure what. He whispers that he’s here for you when you’re ready. You nod, pressing yourself against his warm chest more as you peer at him. He grins and captures your lips in his. The kiss is slow, lazy movements that drag for a little too long, but you don’t care. You feel like life’s been too hectic; you need it all to slow down.

Jeonghan gives your body a gentle squeeze as he pulls away. Your gaze stays on his for a few seconds before you pull him down again.

While you adore Jeonghan’s playful attitude, it’s times like these when you feel extra special. You know he’ll always be there when you need him. Whether you need to rant to him for thirty minutes, cry for fifteen, or simply be near him.

Jeonghan’s your constant.

Joshua

“Babe, are you ready to g—”

Joshua stops mid-sentence upon seeing your dejected form on the couch, shoulders slouched, and a guilty look on your face.

Today was your and Joshua’s two-year anniversary, and he had planned a night out. Normally, you would be over the moon. However, with your constant attendance at social events the past week, you’re dreading going out.

This was meant to be a special night, but you feel like you’ve ruined it. You want to power through, but your body has had enough.

When you finally disclose your troubles with Joshua, he instantly sits next to you and gives you comforting back rubs. He tells you that there’s nothing to feel guilty about. That going out isn’t needed to celebrate your anniversary. He only needs to spend time with you; he doesn’t care the how or where.

So, after a few more reassuring words, you find yourself spending the night indoors with your handsome boyfriend doing mundane activities like cooking and watching shows with little talking. However, you and Joshua are past the awkward silences. You’re able to find comfort in the quietness with him.

And when he gives you random kisses and reassuring smiles throughout the night, you know the night wasn’t ruined by staying in. You just needed him.

Jun

Jun has always been attentive to your needs. After knowing you for years, he can tell when you’re feeling off. You’ve been less talkative, less energetic, and less focused. It’s almost like you’re just a shell of yourself—not really living but just going through the motions.

While you’re away at the nth social gathering, he leaves for the grocery store to gather all the ingredients he needs for your favorite dish. It may not be much, but he just wants you to feel better even if it’s for an hour.

Your routine for coming home nowadays includes taking off your shoes, changing into something more comfortable, and then lying in bed for a few hours until you get up for food.

Jun greets you from the kitchen sweetly and you answer as nicely as you can. It’s nothing against him, but you feel too drained to do or say much. You smell something familiar that makes your stomach rumble. Though before you can question it, Jun gently informs you to get dressed and then come to the dining room.

You mumble an “okay,” then do as you’re told.

Jun’s got the table set and a small, beautiful flower arrangement in the center.

“What’s this?” you wonder.

Jun comes carrying food that makes your mouth water. You recognize it instantly.

“Just thought you deserved a nice meal,” he replies and helps you sit down, placing a kiss on your cheek before he leaves again.

You eye him as he brings in more small dishes. Everything looks incredible, and you can’t wait to indulge in his delicious cooking.

Jun gives you a smile as he sits and nods toward the food, inviting you to go first. The first bite gives you a burst of happiness; there’s something about great food that makes you feel good. Once you get some food in your stomach, Jun begins eating as well.

It’s a nice night after a tiring day. Jun talks a little, but it’s mainly filled with comfortable silence that you welcome. It’s actions like these that make you fall for him more.

Soonyoung

When Soonyoung finds out about your social exhaustion, he fears you won’t want to be around him. Is he making you feel worse? Should he give you some space?

You’re quick to deny his worries. You love his presence, but you warn you may not be as talkative as normal. Soonyoung nods in understanding—tells you he’s perfectly fine with that. He just loves being around you. Sure, he loves your voice too, but he understands needing to recharge after back-to-back social events.

When it’s time for dinner, Soonyoung hesitates to ask if you want to help. He’s not sure if that’s asking for too much, but you smile and follow him to the kitchen.

It’s not unusual to cook dinner together but the time is typically filled with chatting and instructions given by you. This time, it’s Soonyoung leading the dinner preparation. Lately, he’s been more into cooking. Granted, not all his dishes turn out that great, but every chef has to start somewhere. It’s rather nice seeing how excited he gets when executing a dish idea.

You follow his instructions well—chopping this, stirring that. Even though you’re not alone and are on your feet, your mind feels at ease. You don’t have to think about what to say next or how to respond to someone’s actions. You just need to let Soonyoung guide you.

He does so with care. Sometimes he’ll crack a few light jokes just to see the faint smile on your face.

When dinner is done and bellies are full, Soonyoung sends you off to rest while he cleans up. You feel guilty he’s done so much work tonight, but you’re grateful he’s putting in so much effort to make you happy. Next time he’s feeling down like you, you’ll make sure you put in the same effort to see him smile.

Wonwoo

Wonwoo knows the need for alone time. While he doesn’t mind being around his friends for hours, attending social events is a different story. Even if he’s with friends, there are still numerous eyes watching him and other worries he has to consider. It’s draining to constantly uphold an image.

So, when you come home from your final event, he takes no offense when you tell him you want to be alone for a while. Although he’s not sure how long “a while” is, he supports your need to recharge. He tells you that he’s here and to not be afraid to ask for anything as he’ll be there in an instant.

After thanking him and giving him a sweet kiss, you retreat to the bedroom.

Wonwoo sits at his gaming desk in the other room. His headset is on, and his fingers tap rapidly on the keyboard. He’s been playing for a little over an hour when you shuffle inside.

He pauses his game and pushes off his headset.

You’re silent as you push his chair back a bit and settle in his lap.

Wonwoo smiles and helps you get comfortable. You lean against his chest, arms wrapped around his neck tightly with your head nestled in his shoulder.

“You can play,” you mumble.

Wonwoo doesn’t reply verbally. He simply kisses the side of your head before he slips on the headset again and rolls his chair as close as he can get without squishing you.

Your eyes are closed as you lax in his arms. The sound of his keys clacking brings an odd sense of comfort to you. Although you still feel socially drained, you want to be around Wonwoo because if anyone can make you feel better, it’s him. You don’t need his words of encouragement, though you know he’d give them. You just need to know he’s here for you.

And he is.

Always.

Jihoon

There’s something so mesmerizing about the way Jihoon works. His eyebrows are slightly furrowed, indicating how much he’s focusing.

“Whatcha’ looking at, babe?” he chuckles when he catches you staring.

You peer at his eyes and smile, shaking your head. “Nothing. I just like watching you work.”

He hums and sets down his phone that he’s writing lyrics on. He pulls you closer, squeezing you and kissing your forehead.

“You doing okay?” he asks.

It’s been a few days since you confided in him about your social exhaustion. One too many social gatherings have left you with low energy. You haven’t felt like doing much, but Jihoon doesn’t seem to mind. He’s content doing different activities while in the same room.

You shrug in response, and Jihoon gives you a sad yet encouraging smile that tells you to keep going and hang in there. He understands having to do things because you have a responsibility. It’s not always easy, but you have to persevere. And some days it’s easier to; some days it’s not. However, with Jihoon, those easier days happen a lot more often.

You rest your head on Jihoon’s chest while he picks up his phone again. It’s silent except for the sounds of him pressing the keyboard. You wonder what he’s writing about, but Jihoon has never been one to lend you a sneak peek. At least, not while he’s in the process. Maybe he’ll let you review a draft, but that’s the earliest stage you get to see. Regardless, you always end up liking his results.

You don’t realize you’ve fallen asleep until Jihoon gently shakes you. He tells you he needs to use the restroom and that he’ll be right back.

Jihoon holds you closely once he gets back. He whispers a goodnight before falling into slumber as well.

Seokmin

After attending more social gatherings than you can count on your fingers, you’ve become drained. You could go without being around a single human being for a good month.

Except for one.

He lays next to you in bed, eyes darting across your features with worry.

When you ponder what’s wrong, he asks if he’s done something to upset you. You’re confused at first, but then it hits you. You’ve always inquired about his days; however, you’ve been lacking in keeping up to date with his life. You find yourself coming home, then eating and sleeping your day away. Even when you’re up, you’ve stayed to yourself.

You finally tell Seokmin that you’re socially exhausted. Just the mere thought of opening your mouth or being engaged in a conversation has you running for the hills.

Seokmin pushes aside his silent worries and tries not to put anything you’ve said to heart. You’re not upset with him—hell, you’re probably not upset with anyone but just need some quiet time. He’s felt this way before, so he understands you.

Seokmin slides off the bed and leaves the room. You watch in confusion, but he just grins and tells you not to worry.

After fifteen minutes, he comes back and leads you to the living room where he’s set up a mini spa. There’s a bubbling foot bath, a back massage cushion, and calming music playing. You can smell lavender and something else that you’re not sure of, but it makes you feel relaxed.

Seokmin spends hours tending to your body. From foot rubs to forearm massages, he takes care of your body in a way that makes you feel worshipped and loved.

You feel guilty that he’s pampering you so much, but he reassures you multiple times that all you need to do is close your eyes and relax. He has no issue doing this if it means you feel better.

Mingyu

You didn’t mean to snap at Mingyu when he asked if you knew where his wallet was. It was a simple question that had a simple answer. Yet, you replied rudely.

Mingyu had stared at you, not overly offended by your outburst since it was out of character. Rather, he grew concerned. Over the past few days, he’s noticed a decline in your attitude. He could almost see your patience decrease with each passing day. He’s aware of the social events you’ve been going to and figures you’re exhausted from those.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t—” you try to apologize a few minutes later. You’ve calmed down and have reflected on your actions.

“I’m not upset with you, but if it makes you feel better, I accept your apology,” he says and pulls you in for a hug. A hug that engulfs you with comfort from his strong and loving embrace.

You end up telling him how you’re feeling, confirming his suspicion behind your outburst.

He gives your head a gentle kiss. You know he’s not mad at you, but you’re still disappointed with yourself for how you treated him.

When it’s time for bed, Mingyu’s by your side. He offers to wash your face for you so all you have to do is relax. With a nod, he washes his hands, then begins your face routine. Although it’s a thoughtful gesture, he tries to help rinse your face as well. However, it just results in wet floors and laughter. He apologizes but you wave a hand as you smile at him. He gives you a sheepish grin as he pats your face dry.

Perhaps that didn’t go as he planned, but at least you brightened up—even if it were just a few minutes.

Minghao

Minghao sits across from you, an encouraging smile on his lips. You follow suit and copy his sitting position.

He nods once you’ve settled and takes your hands.

“Close your eyes and copy my breathing,” he instructs softly.

Your eyes flutter close, zeroing your focus on the man before you. It’s quiet at first, but then Minghao inhales loud enough for you to hear.

You breathe in.

One.

Two.

Three.

Minghao exhales slowly.

You repeat Minghao’s patterns for an unknown amount of time. You simply let him guide you through whatever meditation practices he often does, which he offered once you told him about your social fatigue.

At first, your mind is still crowded with stress and exhaustion. It’s hard to try to relax when you know you still have more events to come. Though you continue for the sake of pleasing Minghao. You appreciate his time, even if it’s not helping as much.

Minutes pass as you still follow Minghao. Gradually your mind becomes empty—only focusing on the man before you, hands still in his. You don’t even realize how light you feel until Minghao starts pulling away.

Your eyes flutter open and see his gentle smile. You don’t even need to tell him it worked since the look on your face explains it all.

Perhaps you’ll be joining in on his meditation every night from now on.

Seungkwan

Seungkwan’s normally okay with touch. He doesn’t mind the lingering hugs or handholding in public. However, you, on the other hand, have never been as open as him. It’s unusual for you to be openly affectionate. Or at least not for a long time.

Though while visiting a farmers’ market, you cling to him more the entire time. When you encounter another person and have to converse, no matter how short the interaction is, you let Seungkwan do all the talking.

Seungkwan is naturally a talker, so he doesn’t mind taking the lead; however, you don’t even make a peep. Often, you’d at least chime in your two cents, but you don’t do that. No, you stay silent by his side and simply listen.

Seungkwan pulls you aside after a while and asks if you’re okay. When you give him a sad smile and explain you’re just socially exhausted from all your events, he instantly becomes serious. He apologizes for taking you out and not catching on sooner, but you’re not offended at all. You give him a reassuring peck on the cheek and tell him you’re fine, just not up for being around crowds too long.

Seungkwan nods in understanding, then starts leading you back to the parking lot. You tell him you can stay longer, but he refuses. He wants you to be comfortable and happy. He’s seen what he wanted and is perfectly fine heading back.

Halfway home, Seungkwan glances at you in the passenger seat.

“You want some ice cream?”

He smiles knowingly. Ice cream has always been your coping food.

You grin and nod, heart warm at his sweet gesture. Ice cream may be your comfort food, but Seungkwan is your comfort person.

Vernon

Vernon loves to watch movies. So much so that he’s dedicated Friday nights to movie nights. Each night you get to experience a new film with him. Sometimes you both love it, other times you both hate it. And of course, there are times when one loves it more than the other.

After the movies, you end up dissecting it. Some people may find that boring, but you and Vernon share similar hobbies—analyzing movies being one of them.

However, with your frequent social events, you find it difficult to be excited about tonight’s movie.

The movie summary seemed interesting, but your brain feels so drained that you doubt you’ll be paying much attention. Let alone be prepared to engage in a conversation afterward.

When Vernon sits down next to you on the couch, you turn to him reluctantly.

“Do you mind if we rewatch something instead tonight?”

Vernon gives you a confused look. You normally watch new movies, not old ones. When he asks about the reason, you give a summarized answer.

Vernon’s understanding and asks what you’d like to watch. Too fatigued to even think about it, you let him decide. He ends up putting on a movie that you both really enjoyed a few weeks ago. It’s light and easy to follow, yet it had spurred you both to talk about it for hours—somehow getting into a deep conversation.

You snuggle into his side while the opening credits play. He moves one of his arms around your shoulders, rubbing it tenderly. Although it’s not a traditional movie night, you’re glad you still get to participate in it regardless.

Chan

Chan would like to seem more observant than he really is. He would like to say he knew why you were so distant or why you seemed temperamental. However, he can’t. What he does know is that you’re not as bright as you are normally. He knows everyone has their ups and downs, but your down has been occurring long enough to worry him.

He’s standing in line at the grocery store ready to check out when his phone rings. He smiles when he sees your ID; however, your response is not what he expected.

You’re crying.

You’re sniffling and hiccupping so much that it’s hard for Chan to understand what you’re saying. He coos at you, trying to calm you down so he can grasp what’s going on.

After a minute, you’re finally able to tell him you’re overwhelmed coherently. Your social battery has run out of juice and all you want to do is come home.

“I’ll be right there, baby,” he says instantly.

He leaves his cart, apologizing profusely to the worker who eyes him at the act, then beelines it to his car.

It doesn’t matter that he spent an hour picking out food. It doesn’t matter that he was waiting in line for fifteen minutes. He just needs to be there for you.

Chan stays on the line throughout the drive. He keeps you up to date on how far he is and continues to reassure you that it’ll be okay.

He meets you outside the building and engulfs you in the most secure and loving hug. He holds you against his chest, letting you wet his shirt with your tears while he rubs your back soothingly.

“How does leaving a little early sound?” he suggests.

Normally, you try to stick it out. You have a responsibility and want to fulfill your duty. However, all these non-stop events have drained you beyond recognition.

You nod and quickly text a friend at the event that you’ve started to feel sick and need to leave.

You let Chan take care of you the rest of the day. He brings you food in bed, takes care of some house chores that you planned to do, and gives you plenty of cuddles and kisses.

a/n: i feel like i've entered a whole new world by writing a reaction/imagine 🤣 (i haven't, but im just dramatic)

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