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Sleepy scenarios with TXT: habits, routines and rituals that occur when you share a bed with them (fluff) 

5 scenarios, member x reader

wc (in total): 2691

no warnings

Yeonjun 

Refuses to use individual blankets and pillows

One blanket, one pillow

You're freezing? Blanket is not big enough to comfortably lay next to each other? Yeonjun takes up the pillow, so his chest is the only free space for your head to rest? Well, you gotta cuddle the whole night then. 

You tuck him in each evening, making sure he has more of the blanket and Yeonjun loooooves it, letting you do this task while having the biggest grin on his face. 

You keep complaining about it, but end up giving in to the forced cuddles, because do you want to freeze? No! Do you want to sleep without Yeonjun to have your own blanket? NO!?

Yeonjun always makes sure you sleep first regardless of how tired he might be. 

He caresses your arm up and down, gently has his hand on your back or lets his fingers slowly wander over your face. 

You end up turning away and taking up all the blanket with one move. That's when Yeonjun knows he can fall asleep now too. 

Holds you close and sometimes feels you pulling the blanket back over him in the middle of the night. 

It's intuitive how you always end up in his arms with both of you covered by the blanket again. 

You basically sleep half on top of him and the one who sleeps longer wins the blanket in the morning.

It's Yeonjun's favorite game. You hate it, but love it. 

'Is it raining again?', you asked, refusing to pull the blanket away from your face to look outside the window yourself.

'Yep', Yeonjun chirped and pulled the curtains aside even further with an overdramatic and energized stretch of his arms. 

He welcomed the grey weather, heavy clouds imitating the thick blanket on his bed that he couldn't feel covering him most times throughout the night. 

He looked back to where you were lying and smiled. This was his favorite part of each day he experienced with you. 

'You stole the blanket again', he sighed with the smile still plastering his face. 

'I keep telling you to use two blankets when two people sleep in this bed, but -', you mumbled into the singular pillow on the bed, until you felt Yeonjun dropping down on you. 

'You just have to tuck me in better', he laughed and clang onto you like a koala on top of a branch.

'I'll tie a rope around you and this stupid blanket', you groaned and tried to wiggle free. 

Yeonjun only allowed that process only go as far as your face being visible. 

'Look who is ready to face the day', he hummed and kissed the tip of your nose. 

Soobin 

Wants to see you in his clothes. 

Gets too excited to have you with him in these late hours AND the early hours. 

Throws a pile of shirts and hoodies on top of you to let you pick what you want to wear. 

One shirt, one hoodie, but then also another hoodie that you can cuddle. 

He doesn't necessarily need physical contact the whole time. He's happily at peace with your close presence, but he doesn't want you to feel any sort of distance despite remaining a more comfortable sleeping position. Solution: You wrapped up in his belongings and holding onto the soft fabric with his scent as well. 

Cuddles in the morning are a must tho. 

He'll wear the hoodie you cuddled when the cold morning arrives and lets you wake up in his arms when you're comfortable with such closeness. 

'Where is it?', Soobin mumbled half asleep, freezing in the dark and quiet room. 

His hand dived through the layers of sheets. His blanket, your blanket, the layers of clothes that embraced you... Somewhere there should have been the grey hoodie he gave you in the evening before going to bed. However, he couldn't find it, too dark to to see and too messy to feel the right cloth. 

Frustrated, he let his head fall back against his pillow and he sighed tiredly, feeling too cold to fall back asleep yet too lazy to get up and get another hoodie. Besides, he wanted THIS specific hoodie that must be somewhen around you. 

You turned and rolled over, closer to Soobin's side of the bed and he immediately let his hand wanter into the direction he expected your shoulder to be to adjust the blanket. Unfortunately, he took the wrong direction and he hit your chin clumsily. He quickly pulle away and mumbled a shocked excuse. 

'S'biiin', you whined half asleep and groaned into the blanket. 

'Sorry', he repeated and pulled his own blanket further over his body, getting a sense of hiding in his embarrassment. 

You moved again, big movements, freeing your arm and swinging something through the air. It landed on Soobin's face and engulfed him with your sleepy warmth. 

'Y'owe me m'ning cuddles', you mumbled and pushed yourself against him, but pushed your arms back under the blanket. 

Soobin giggled and proceeded to put on the warm hoodie, finally arriving in the state of comfortable morning. 

He pulled you in your blanket wrap closer and felt you resting your head on his chest with a big sigh, making him smile like an idiot.

'Sleep', you demanded and instinctive he listened to your command and closed his eyes. 

It was warm and when he sensed you moving again, adjusting your position to mold into him a bit more, a few seconds later feeling your fingers playing with is hair, Soobin was starting into the new day perfectly relaxed and well rested. 

Beomgyu 

You're his pillow, you're his bed

It doesn't matter where you are, on the train, on the floor, actually in bed, he will rest somehow on top of you

He doesn't even think about it, but once he gets tired, he gravitates towards you. 

At the same time, he holds your hand when you get tired. 

Let's you play with his fingers until you drift away. 

He would literally invent an own morse code system with you, so when he's awake and you're too sleepy to talk to him verbally, you'd still be able to respond to him. 

It makes him feel like your guardian at the boarder from awake to dream land.

The one who ends up tired first gets royal treatment. 

If you're both tired at the same time, he'd lean against you with his hand close to you, so you can just take it when you need or want to. 

The train got emptier and emptier with each stop, yet Beomgyu and you still had some way to go. The moon seemed to follow you and whenever you looked outside, a different cloud was decorating the stone in space. Beomgyu's head was leaning against your shoulder and his closed eyes exposed his luxurious dark eyelashes. He looked adorable and your focus shifted from moon to him, back and forth until you yourself got overwhelmed by a wave of tiredness. You combed his hair with your fingers, a gentle attempt to wake him. He stirred and sat up. Only one glance was enough for him to register your demeanor. 

'Your turn', he whispered and his hand found yours and feeling his warmth immediately brought you closer to sleep. 

'Set an alarm', you mumbled and took your scarf from your neck to adjust it over his and your legs like a blanket. 

'When do we have to get off', he asked and a big yawn escaped his lips when he opened the alarm app, his eyes getting teary. 

You took his phone and set the alarm to 10:53 pm, ten minutes before you were supposed to arrive. Beomgyu wiped his eyes and his head landed back against your shoulder. He grabbed your arm and linked it with his own, intertwining your fingers in the process, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. 

'Just sleep a bit', he mumbled and caressed you felt him tracing your palm with his thumb until sleep finally numbed you. 

When the alarm rang, you woke up properly first. Panic occupying your body in no time. You shook Beomgyu away and buried yourself gathering your belongings. The train stopped almost on time at your final destination and you got off, with bags in your hand and Beomgyu still clinging onto your arm, ready to let his head drop against go despite asking through the city. 

'Fall asleep in bed, not now!', you granted and felt one bag falling out of your grip. 

'We're not dreaming?', he asked and laughed, taking the bags with one and your hand with his other hand, now guiding you home. 

Finally in bed that night, Beomgyu asked:'We dream together, right? I always try to follow you to your dream land when you fall asleep first. I always try to find you'. 

You hand fount its way into his hair and he buried his face closer the crock of your neck. 

'Don't have to try finding me. I'm always there whether you see me or not'. 

Taehyun

He's not playing when it comes to sleep. 

Practical and organized routine. 

Fresh sheets? Check. Water bottle on each side of bed? Check. Phones charging? Che- You forgot your charger and have no battery left? He gives you his phone to watch something or read and charges your phone on his side that while. 

Cuddles you to get a sight on the screen as well, but snatches the phone away after thirty minutes and plugs it in. 

Refuses on giving you your phone back, because you shouldn't stare at the screen last thing at night. 

Literally fights you when you try to reach it. Tickles you, pins you down, laughs with you until you both are out of breath. 

Only then, knowing you end the day with a sprinkle of happiness, he switches off the light. 

Gives you your phone back in the dark, but you're doomed if he sees that screen shining. 

If your head is full and you think you need your phone to distract yourself, he'll cuddle you. He's your distraction and your focus. 

'Please just shut your phone', Taehyun whined for the third time this night. 

He tried just not facing you, pulling the blanket completely over him, dear, he even built a pillow wall to shut off the light of the phone screen. It didn't work. He might not have seen the light, but he could still sense your whole demeanor, focus on your phone and not even slightly on sleep... or him. 

'No', you cried out and he saw the light finally getting off. 

'I was in the middle of this Webtoon chapter', you explained and Taehyun finally decided to break the blockade towards you, taking the pillows away and robbed closer towards you. 

'Hey', you said in shock when he snatched your phone out of your hand. 

'Just charging it', he explained and plugged it in on and placed it on his bedside table. 

'Here', he announced and gave you his phone instead. 

'It better be a good chapter, because I wanna read with you'. 

He watched you opening the app and typing some things in the search bar and to your surprise the correct title popped up immediately. 

'It's your account, silly', Taehyun laughed and cuddled closer to you, positioning himself so that he can see the screen. 

He read with you, silently. From time to time, he glanced up and studied your face. Once your eyelids wee so heavy you obviously fought not to fall asleep every second, Taehyun repeated his action and took the phone away from you. You demonstrated with a weak 'hey', but in no time you already held onto your own phone again. 

'No screen anymore, okay? You need to sleep', Taehyun whispers softly and maneuvered your arm to your own bedside table to signal you to finally put your phone down for the night. 

'Can we cuddle?', you asked lowly and felt Taeyhun pulling you closer, embracing you in his warmth and with his attention on you, sleep was not avoidable anymore. 

Taehyun felt you breathing in his arms in a calm rhythm. He got a bit thirsty and reached to his side next to the table where he found his water bottle that you prepared for him even before he arrived at home. The luxury of being able to go to bed with everything already perfectly prepared gave him the sense of just sleeping, but he liked to remind himself of his priority that was you and your comfort. 

Kai

Other than Soobin, cuddles YOUR hoodie or dresses one of his plushies in one of your shirts when you're not there. 

Stays close to you before switching of the lights. A hand on your stomach, a leg thrown over you or you cuddled into him. 

Lights off and position for sleep adjusting, you don't sleep right away. You talk. About everything and nothing. 

The more sleep-drunk you get the more abstract will the topics end up being. 

For instance, you start talking about Pokemon in general and end up designing a whole 'Day in my Life as Mawile'. 

You guys have no idea at what point you fell asleep, trying to follow memory line to the last plot point. 

Waking up is messy. Blanket messy, pillows everywhere, plushies between and around you, despite them usually chilling aside, away enough to not come in your way. 

Sleepy cuddles in the mess of warmth and softness. 

Tidying up together, arranging the whole bed setup as a morning ritual. 

'This is new', you laughed and pointed at the moiling plushie that was wearing your cropped shirt, regular size on the fluffy creature. 

'Oh. OH! Yeah', Kai slightly panicked and suppressed the urge to throw Molang into another room to hide this attire. 

'You know I was already wondering where this shirt went?', you teased him, well aware of his embarrassment. 

'Oh, sorry, you can have it back', he spoke quickly, making you laugh and hug him. 

'It suits Molang way better anyway'.

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Kai pulled the blanket over you both when you lied down and his hand instinctively found its way to rest on your stomach, minimalistically rubbing circles over the fabric of the hoodie you were wearing. 

You both lied there, facing the ceiling and letting the lights of the passing by cars flicker over the walls. The ticking of a clock is audible and it was a weird atmosphere of quietness and irritating noisiness. 

'So', you started and Kai immediately turned to his side, facing you and robbing himself up by pushing his free hand under his cheek, ready to listen to whatever you had to say. 

'When and how did you steal, sorry, did Molang steal my shirt?', you spoke, unable to ban some wheezes out of your speaking, because Kai looked absolutely cute the way he was staring at you, all sleepy yet attentive. 

'Borrowed. It's borrowed not stolen', Kai corrected in a matter of factly and hurried to place a kiss on your cheek to finish his sentence properly. 

'You simply forgot it here and I wanted to make use of it the best way possible', he continued and a second touch of his lips followed.

'Did you at least wash it?', you asked, genuinely not knowing what his answer might end up being.

'Washing machines are not invented yet', he yawned and you made a mental note to wash the damn shirt tomorrow. 

'What else isn't invented yet?',, you asked and rolled over to be closer to him. 

He adjusted and held you close right away.

'Cars', he said. 

'What are those lights then?', you asked and pointed up the wall. 

Kai took your hand and pulled it towards his lips to place another kiss, this time on the back of your hand, before he maneuvered your arm around him with a content sigh. 

'Gigantic fireflies`, he chuckled and after a few more explanations of what everything technological around you actually is, you two fall asleep, dreaming of a fantasy world with gigantic fireflies and Molang presenting its new shirt collection. 

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When TXT is making you feel comfortable: habits, routines and rituals that occur when they prioritize your comfort

5 short scenarios per member listed

wc (in total): 1943

no warnings

When Yeonjun is making you comfortable...

... he has his apartment stocked with products that make you feel at home. He has your favorite snacks. He bought your favorite clothes as substitutes that he keeps in his closet for when you stay over. He has some copies of your favorite books and gets some magazines you enjoy. If you're a person who menstruates, he of course has all possible period products ready. If your hobby is painting, he has all utensils at his place. If you are currently into lifting weights and working out, he creates a little sport corner for you. 

'Top drawer on the right', he yells after you when you leave is room to go to the kitchen, because you feel like having a snack.

'Look at the bag in my closet', he instructs when you spilled on your favorite shirt, while he gets the detergent ready to wash your shirt right away.

... he is with you when you decide to face your fears. If he can and it makes sense, he is with you in person, but otherwise, he offers you to be on a call with him or text him. One or the other way,  he will be with you.

'Three, two, one and you go inside, okay? I'll stay on the call and you can return right to my voice if you want to, yeah? Now, my brave baby, three, two, and one'.

... he is his crazy self around you and is the happiest when you slowly allow yourself to let your guard down and become more unhinged yourself. 

'That doesn't sound like a chicken. My donkey impression totally beats yours. Try again'. 

... he directly protects you from others. Whether it's strangers or friends, encountering you with inappropriate intentions or ignorant jokes, he shields you. 

'Keep walking', he spits at a man who is eyeing you up and down when you are outside. Yeonjun pushes himself between you and the crowd immediately and takes your hand to pull you behind him, not letting go of you until he feels like it's rather safe again. 

... he lets you sleep. Regardless if you fall asleep on his bed, taking up all the space or of you fall asleep directly on him, he lets you. The only time he moves you is when your position looks rather uncomfortable and possibly damaging if you remain lying  like that for too long. 

'Oh? Am I that comfy?', he whispers as he looks down on your sleeping figure on his chest, smiling to himself.

When Soobin is making you comfortable...

... he subtly bends his knees or leans against an accessible surface when he's talking to you, to not tower over you as much.

'Oh, why I'm leaning against the wall like this? I'm just a bit tired, that's all'.

... he carries all your bags at a shopping trip and cheers you on in every outfit you are trying out.

'This looks beautiful on you. Wait? Feels a bit too tight? Give me a second. I'll bring it in a different size', he says and rushes into the isles with bags already dangling from his shoulders. He always has capacity to carry just one more thing if it's for you.

... he never, NEVER, distances himself first when you hug. He always waits for you to be ready to let go, because he doesn't even want to give you one nuanced opportunity to doubt him wanting to be with you.

'I'm not letting go before you're ready', he whispers when you were already in his embrace for ten minutes, standing in the middle of the room. It doesn't matter if you are happy, sad, scared, worried. He is constantly ready to be your safe space. 

... he gives you the biggest side-eye. As much as he admires you, he doesn't put you on a pedestal. When your jokes aren't funny or you say something particularly dumb, he will silently let you know and expects to be treated the same. 

'What do you mean unicorns weren't real at least for one period of time on this earth? I literally saw a documentary about it!', he argues and has to contain himself to not burst into a laughter, seeing you shaking your head in disbelief with a big frown on your face. Those situations are so funny and carefree to him. 

... he has your back regarding everything. Regardless of how unrealistic or silly something may seem, he is always there, encouraging you to at least give it a shot. As uncertain a situation, a project, a try may be, he remains your certain stability. 

'So what if it's stupid? You're curious of it. It excites you, so go and see if it could be working for you', he says and adds that regardless of what happens, in the end of the day you can just return to him as always. 

When Beomgyu is making you comfortable...

... he waves at you when he sees you walking towards him, but is surprised to see you turning around to look at the other people who are walking down the street in an attempt to figure out if he might be meeting someone else.

'I was waving at you, you know', he says after greeting you when you are finally standing in front of him.

... he is puzzled to find you wearing long pajama pants as it is a warm summer night during which he is staying over at your apartment. He toys with the fabric when you sit down next to him and experimentally pulls the fabric up your leg a bit. 

'Isn't it way too warm in those?', he questions and listens to you negating in an obvious lie. 

'Just wear shorts. I won't do or think anything inappropriately only because I see your skin', he assures and when you leave to your bedroom to get changed, he adds, 'And don't you dare forcing yourself into that bra any longer'. 

... he observes you lingering a bit closer around him than usually when you feel particularly down. 

'Want to hug?', he simply asks and opens his arms when you shyly nod, inviting you into his embrace at your own pace. 

... he slides on the bench to sit right next to you when you are particularly anxious in a cafe, and he opens his hand as he watches you trying to hide your own trembling one. 

'I'll hold you', he offers and waits for you to place your palm on his. Then he gently encloses his fingers around your hand and makes you shift your focus by asking you to count every brown item you could see in the room. 

... he lets you wear his clothes, either when you're freezing and need extra layers or when it's warm outside but you don't want to wear too revealing clothes. 

'I have a whole closet, just try my clothes'. 

When Taehyun is making you comfortable...

... he doesn't interrupt you. When you are speaking, regardless of how loud and enthusiastic or how quiet and hesitant you are when talking, he listens patiently. 

'No, keep talking. I wanna hear', he encourages when you insecurely stop yourself from sharing. 

... he challenges you. If you want to do something, but doubt yourself, he makes it into playful game to lift the pressure off your shoulders, stepping away from the burden of actively existing. 

'One hour? Okay, one hour and then we'll see who manages to write more applications. Winner gets, hmm, one wish. Anything? Yeah? Let's go', he cheers and starts typing right away.

... he coexists with you in silence. Grocery shopping, cleaning, reading, whatever it is, he doesn't force conversations. Eye contact, gentle smiles, pointing at items, that's already such richness of mundanity. 

'They have your ice cream on sale', he informs and watches you hurrying down the isle to grab some packages, happily smiling at him. 

... he directly teaches and explains things. He doesn't leave room for any condescension. If you don't know something or make a mistake and he knows then he just explains. If you want to learn something he already knows how to do, he offers to teach you if you want. 

'I know this choreo. Want me to play dance teacher?', he asks in a laugh, happy at the thought of spending time with you while you explore your interest. 

... he simply assures and compliments you. 

'You're doing great today', he beams when you tick off another point on your to-do-list and later on doodles a little smiley face on the bottom of your paper. 

When Kai makes you comfortable...

... he takes interest in your interests to genuinely connect with you when you share pieces of your realms of curiosity. 

'Omg, the new episode of your favorite show is online', he informs you in excitement and watches you grabbing your phone to check it yourself. To the question if it would be fine if you watch it now, he just nods and asks if he can join you. 

... he reserves spots for you. In restaurants and cafes he always makes sure you have a place to arrive to when he is there earlier or you are definitely running late. At home he has one plushie that is assigned to you, so it can occupy a chair or one side of the bed, keeping others away from your destined space. 

'Over here', he says loudly when he sees you entering the cafe. He towers over the present people and waves you over to his table, where an empty chair and a cookie or fruit bowl or whatever snack you like, is waiting for you. 

... he laughs with you. He genuinely enjoys your humor and he will not leave you hanging whenever you are telling a joke and make a sassy remark. When you are being clumsy, he laughs it off with you. There is no second of insecure embarrassment when he is around. 

'Yo! I tripped over that exact edge yesterday, too!', he squeals as he holds you by your arm to prevent you from falling and bursts into laughter simultaneously with you when your eyes meet. 

... he lets you be shy. You talk too quietly for people to understand what you're saying? He translates calmly and with a sense of protection over you, his expression telling the listener not to dare making an unnecessary comment regarding your behavior. He lets you hide behind him when you are too shy to face someone or something. 

'Come here', he whispers when he notices your shyness and opens his jacket for you to step closer to him where he can hide you between the fabric and his body, telling people who look confused, that he's freezing a bit.

... he always responds to you. Any question you could possibly ask will get a useful answer and even if it's just him informing over his state of uncertainty regarding a topic or a repeated answer to a repeated question. He doesn't waste time engaging in the reality in the form that  it matters to you.

'Yes, of course I'd love you if you were a worm'; 'My first thought is that I don't mind either, but I feel like I tend to prefer pizza over burger today'; I said it minimum hundred times already, but here is another reminder: You look great and I am going to cuddle you to sleep in every state of your body'. 

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TXT Scenario Request:

hii i js have a small requestt !! what do u think would be txt's reaction when you accidently fall asleep beside them when on a train, bus, etc etc ( basically a moving vehicle ). It would be so cute if they were your friend who has a secret crush on youu 🤏🤏🤏🙁🥺

yeonjun - car; soobin - plane; beomgyu - subway; taehyun - taxi; kai - bus wc: 1471

Yeonjun having a secret crush on you is: 

both immensely obvious and well hidden.

he carries his heart on his sleeve, so him liking you is definitely evident, already based on the way he smiles at you so warmly

simultaneously his authenticity regarding his behavior around people he likes is so prominent that him having a crush is well hidden in the fact that he doesn't act too different

in moments of quietness he becomes aware of the distinction of his feelings

In those moments he doesn't have to react, interact and immerse himself in an encounter

he can just lean back and be for himself

so when you fall asleep in the passenger seat of his car, he has exactly the situation of being able to be for himself yet with your subtle presence

his smile softly defines his face when he looks at your sleeping figure even when his expression has so significance for anyone else

it might be the first time he becomes aware of his crush on you or it might be a reminder that he needs in his busy distracting life 

he talks to you in a hushed tone, making sure that you don't wake up, but he surely wants to tell you everything on his mind and heart

he puts all his adoration and assurance into his quiet wordings, hoping that it has an affirming effect you, that you somehow absorb his secretly shared reality

whether he manages to generate you dreaming something along the lines of experiencing his crush on you directly or you maneuvering life awake with a strangely new confidence of maybe being oh so worthy and wonderful of people having crushes on you

maybe Yeonjun would more often observe you registering people looking at you in the streets and you assuming you must appear pretty today rather than being doubtful about yourself 

he definitely continues with his sleep affirmations whenever he can and one day he will be straight forward about it, but he's secretly hope you might register the way he looks at you too and see right through him 

Soobin having a secret crush on you is:

sweetly awkward.

he either stares at you until his eyes are about to fall out or he avoids eye contact at all costs

he is fine when you are together in a group of people, but him having a one on one encounter with you is bringing out all his shyness

so when you go on a trip by plane and he gets to sit next to you who is on a plane for the first time, he feels his confidence 

he offers you to cling onto his hand when the plane takes off and you grow anxious 

he gently lays his arm around you when you feel uncomfortable due to the pressure on your ear as the plane enters the unfamiliar territory of hight 

he gets to hear you thanking him with the shyness he usually experiences in himself and when you tell him you were so nervous that you couldn't sleep last night, he advices you to just take a nap

and as if he had calculated his every move, he gets you to fall asleep leaning against his shoulder still holding onto his pinkie finger

he did not calculate shit 

as clumsily as he maneuvered through basically every situation, he also stumbled through this one

fortunately he evaluated himself looking pretty elegant the way he takes care of you 

and the plane is about to land, he gets to gently caress your cheek to wake you up as softly as possible 

and he is about to burst out of his body when you intuitively snuggle closer against him before you realize it is time to wake up

Beomgyu having a secret crush on you is:

politely bold.

he jokes about liking you so much that it comes across as sarcastic

he is just so overwhelmingly baffled himself whenever he finds himself enchanted by you doing the most mundane things that he has to call his brain or heart or soul out for its beautiful silliness 

it's not directly a secret that he has a crush on you, but everyone believes it is his assigned humor to you

part of your friendship is scheduling chores together, so you can spend time while e.g. getting grocery shopping done 

therefore you regularly spend time on the subway together and when you're tired he's making immediately sure you have a seat 

he is not bothered to stand, but he fears you might fall to the side and lean against a stranger when you're asleep

that is the reason why he kneels down in front of you, holding your body up while brushing your hair out of your face

people are fortunately kind and give up their seat next to you, assuming that Beomgyu is your boyfriend

only when he is the one sitting next to you, he lets you lean against him 

even when his friends are around, he pulls your sleeping figure towards him

he can't even find himself being humorous about his possessiveness 

he tells you about his actions after you wake up and asks you if it was okay of him, if you are fine with him being the one who stays close to you when you fall asleep or if you'd prefer him keeping his distance 

as much as he wants to be the one you gravitate to intuitively, his number one priority is your comfort and autonomy in every nuance of life 

Taehyun having a secret crush on you is:

truly a secret. 

he doesn't let people know anything 

his behavior doesn't change around you, but he will be laying in bed at night going over every moment with you that he cherishes 

he is so private about it that he might end up overwhelmed due to the lack of output 

when he finds himself next to you on the back seats of a taxi and you fall asleep, however, he finds his coping mechanism 

his  gaze must have been way more obvious than he usually allows it to be 

but here is no-one but you who is asleep, himself and the taxi driver

and that exact person can't but chuckle when they see Taehun through the mirror 

they ask him if you two are in a relationship and when Taehyun reluctantly shakes his head and receives an 'ah, I see', he burst out of his bubble of secrecy and silently tells the stranger about random moments that he can't get out of his head (e.g. the way you smile when greeting people, or when you told your head while handing a friend a water bottle when they voice being thirsty, etc.) 

When you wake up and leave the car at the desired destination the driver wishes Taehyun good luck and you wonder what they mean, bur Taehyun just shrugs and says that he might tell you once he figured it out 

Kai having a secret crush on you is: 

profound. 

whether you are solely his friend or also contain the additional connotation of being his crush, he is deeply thankful to just get to spend a bit of his life with you

he is sure of the fact that he wants to tell you

not because he needs anything to change, but because he wants you to know of his current reality 

having a crush on you is no worry for him, therefore you probably doesn't struggle verbalizing an observation of his inner world 

when he is on the bus with you, he feels like the timing is good 

he can just casually drop the information and since you are home soon anyways you don't have to deal with feeling uncomfortable or confused in his presence for long, yet there would be enough time for him to clarify that nothing has to change and that he just wants to let you know how amazing you are

what he doesn't participate is you not being up for conversing 

so when he finds you asleep next to him, he has no chance but to sit wit his feelings and that is the first time he considers just basking in his experience in silence for some time, living in the uncertainty of what his confession might bring to explore the illusions and where his hopes might lay

when the bus stops and it is your time to get off, he quickly wakes you and brings you all the way home, letting your wake up as he walks closely next to you, ready to even carry your sleepy figure 

he says goodbye without loosing another word and when he walks home alone, he allows himself spend time daydreaming about possible outcomes of his crush experience and discovers his favorites 

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Call Me

Yeonjun/ Reader

domestic fluff, comfort, crying, kissing, cuddling

wc: ~ 1100

Yeonjun comes home to you crying and eases your mind out of frustration and into relaxation.

Every breath turns out to be painful. The sensation of the air floading through your nose rhythmically reminds you of the relentless sobbing that held you caged just mere moments ago. The tear stains begin to dry. Not only the skin under your eyes and your usually in smiles scrunched up cheeks are crumbling sensitively under the salty traces, but also your neck and collar are drenched uncomfortably. Your scalp stings and a deep burried throbbing errups your head as you contemplate on what to do. You are not even sure if you want to take action to feel better or if you should just give in and bask in the pain.

A light pressure appears on your back and pushes up and down above the fabric of your shirt. The warm touch presses you only slightly deeper into the matress beneath you, but it is enough to shut down your troubled mind. Yeonjun's hand moves with confidence, steadily and allows you to match your breath with the rhythm of your man's assurance.

'Just breathe. There is nothing else you have to do now', he soothes, his other hand cradling the top of your head, his fingers spread, pressing against the throbbing from every direction.

You want to say somthing, asking him why he is home so early, thanking him for being here, explaning why you are in this state, whining about erything that troubles you, asking for a hug. No word leaves your mouth. You don't have the energy, and it hurts you once again, not being able to give him any context of the situation, having to leave him handle you all by himself with unnecessary uncertainty.

If you could, you would just cry again. Frustration is never easy to handle, but without a direct outlet, it is impossible to handle. Frustration handles you.

The suble hesitance of your breath must be enough of a cue for Yeonjun. He leans over you and carefully places his knee in the middle of the matress, using the momentum of motion to heave his whole body over you to settle down right by your side. It is second nature to lean into him, and even now, this is exactly what you find yourself doing. His broad chest feels soft and warm against your forhead, and his arm perfectly covers yours, his fingers gently stroking your shoulder.

A sigh escapes his lips, and he drops his head onto the pillow. The dullness of the thud confuses you. The sound appears to be too far away, so you look up from his chest, head in the neck, and find his soft gaze lingering somewhere in the corner of the room. You forgot how tall he is. His usual playful demineor lets you forget that he is indeed a grown adult, mature and protective, attentive, and considerate. As safe as you feel around his easy-going acceptance of your whole personality, it still surprises you what his direct attention does to you. His tranquillity and confidence in the utmost commitment to your wellbeing involving him wanting to be actively present is what allows you to let go of the stress and finally relax into your exhaustion instead of fighting it.

'You tired?', you ask as his eyes fill with drowsy tears, signifying an approaching escape of a yawn.

He covers his mouth, and you feel him arching his back in an attempt to stretch. His stomach presses into you, and he proceeds to curl around you, opposing the previous bend of his spine. His eyes glimmer when they appear right in front of yours, noses only mere centimeters apart, his breath lulling you into his close proximity. With a tender wipe of his thumb under your eyes, he manages to collect the last remaining notions of tension in your previously cramped up face. His other fingers are spread over the side of your face, his pinky located right under your jaw, gifting you with the reminder of stability.

'You didn't call', he sadly whispers and places his lips onto the outer corner of your eye, right where the skin is the thinnest and his warm kiss can be received by your skull while the sensation wanders over your skin.

'I could handle it', you simply state, serving enough explanation for Yeonjun to know that there isn't much to worry about.

You take his hand by his wrist and lower it over your waist, so that you have access to leaning your head against him again, nuzzling right under his chin, but sooner than you hoped, he mirrored you as he lowered himself to meet your eyes once again. The blanket scrunches up underneath your bodies and forms uncomfortable wrinkles that are softly poking into your side. The pillows are abondanted above your heads, and the lower edge of the matress is dangerously close. Yeonjun has to bend his knees, pushing one leg between yours and throwing his other over your hip. He always hates it when his feet are dangling over the abyss.

'You don't always have to', he whispers, his eyes occupying your own with urgency. He wants you to understand. He wants you to believe him.

'I don't want to keep stumbling over your lows, only partly catching onto opportunities to make life easier for you', he adds and clings onto you a bit more tightly, as if he scared to miss out on you if he doesn't make use of you holding onto him just as long as shame allows you to.

'When you smile, when you laugh, when you're curious, when you're confused- in all those moments you let me in, send me photos or call me or tell me, and I love that. I am so grateful that you share so much of you that I feel greedy to ask for more, but I need to.'

He waits. He lets his words sink in or chooses his next, you are not sure, but you feel his breath against you and remember to breathe yourself.

'May I be just a bit more possessive? I promise it's to keep you safe, okay? Please, please call me when I'm not around in moments that are hard on you'.

Once again, he cups your cheek and playfully squeezed your plush skin between his fingers. A light sting appears, but it also tingles and causes you to break into a genuine smile. He kisses your lips and can't but mirror your smile when he pulls away only as far as he needs to look back into your eyes.

'Please rely on me as long as I can make you smile that easily, yeah? You deserve gentleness'.

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Weak

Yeonjun/ GN!Reader Fluff cuddling and kissing with Yeonjun wc: 529

His hands are attentively on the back of your head, cradling you so close to him. His lips are soft against your own and with a gentle nudge he asks if you are consenting to having him even closer. You part your lips only slightly and feel his eagerness when he sighs into you. You get dizzy, so you shift your hands from resting against his chest to holding onto his upper arms. His biceps instinctively flex under your touch and press against your palms steadily. You legs start to tingle and your body is about to give up. 

'Stop', you hush as you push Yeonjun back. 

As it turns out, this is a mistake because there is nothing but him in reach to hold onto. 

'Hold me?', you ask as you panic in the overwhelming loss of all senses for the mere task of standing. 

His arms arrive around you so warmly that you wonder if the world's natural state is just cold or if it is Yeonjun who radiates extraordinary warmth. He looks directly into your eyes. He always does. Not even once did he shy away from your gaze. It is a stark contrast to your tendency to avoid his eyes at all cost. Nevertheless, you can feel his attention on you regardless and so you do now. 

'What's going on?', Yeonjun ask curiously with a light giggle in his voice. 

He is having fun. He enjoys having you in his arms. Whether your lips are brushed against his or your chest, he enjoys feeling you. He smiles and waits for you to eventually shy towards him, meeting his eyes with the same curiosity. The difference between you two is that he confident about his interest. 

'You make me weak', you whisper and lean against him, well aware that he is the reason you still remained in an up straight posture. 

Experimentally, he loosens his grip around you and is surprised to your knees buckling and lowering you to the ground. He quickly catches you and pulls you up. 

'I'm sorry. I didn't think you meant it so literal', he apologizes in shock of the effect the make out session has on you. 

It is so contrary to his own experience. To him, you are the boost of energy that he believes allows him to move mountains. Every touch of your fingertips activates his system, readies him to jump to action. A single brush of your lips against his is enough for him to procrastinate on human basic needs because you turn out to be just that for him. 

'You just make me so weak', you repeat and snuggle up against him, fully relying on him holding you. 

To you, he is the escape to tranquility that you believe on needing allowance to experience. It is a luxury you can't manage to give yourself easily. When you are in the same room with Yeonjun you calm down. There is nothing you have to do. Every basic need is taken care of by him. You should feel lazy, you think, but there is no room for self-deprecation when he already uses up all the gaps you leave. 

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You Are Changing with TXT

life brings changes, and TXT is unconditionally, lovingly and supportively by your side (fluff)

5 member x reader scenarios in the form of bullet points TRIGGER WARNIG: hinting body dysmorphia, destructive habits, social anxiety, perfectionism, low self-worth wc: ca. 1740

deviders by @cafekitsune

YEONJUN

your body is changing and with that you have to get to know its new form

there are two major things that are affected in your daily life:

one thing is that you have a different capacity of moving through a day, a different sense of how you feel your body

Yeonjun will be by your side when you actively decide to workout, monitoring your capacity and reminding you to do it at your pace, letting you discover how your body currently works.

If you grow frustrated that one exercise is not as easy as it used to be, he reminds you that it is perfectly fine, that with lifestyle, mental and physical changes, you experience changes in almost every realm and that it is not a bad thing, just a natural one.

He motivates you, dries your tears, holds your hand to help you with your balance, but also to prove that you are not alone, that he literally got you.

Besides sports, he gives you an abundance of loving touches, massaging you, caressing you, cuddling you, he wants to make you feel your body comfortably, welcoming you in this world in every singly form you go through in life.

the other thing is how you perceive your vessel

Yeonjun will fund your new wardrobe. Clothes that fit and you feel confident in.

You might be uncomfortable with your current clothes, so he will make sure to not only express that you can take his, he will put a pile of clothes on the bed in the morning, so that you can simply reach out and put fabric with his scent on you.

If it’s a day you especially struggle, he will dress you himself, gently pushing sleeves over your arm and he will add kisses and hugs, letting you rest in his presence, to make sure to remind you of comfort’s existence when you initially cannot find yourself feeling comfortable in your skin.

If you enjoy going shopping by yourself he’ll give you money and lets you buy whatever you want. He will also always let some money in your pocket in case you spontaneously stumble upon a piece of fashion you find gorgeous, so you can get it right away.

If you want to go shopping, but you feel like you cannot handle it by yourself, seeing your unfamiliar reflection in the unflattering light of the changing rooms, he’ll join you and he will be rather picky with what you should get.

He will judge clothes with all of his honesty, keeping a high standard omnipresent, because you deserve the best of the best regarding the financial capacity he can provide.

Quality over quantity.

SOOBIN

you have built some habits that are rather destructive and you want to get rid of them

Soobin will first of all always listen to what you are telling him, quietly sitting next to you and nodding along you animately taking about what’s on your mind.

When it comes to actually working on getting rid of habits, let’s say, trying to not look at your phone first thing in the morning, he will observe you in the beginning without interfering.

Only when you grow frustrated, because you cannot manage to break the habit, he offers help that he only lives by when you accept it.

He’s help you come up with habit replacements, letting you switch off your alarm on your phone and immediately imitates the melody, making you laugh at first, but you join him.

He would ask you to do stuff, just so you can transition between moments without returning to the undesired habit.

In this case, he’ll ask you if you’d make him coffee, knowing that you love the scent of it.

So, slowly, but surely, you build a new routine excluding the tasks you dislikes and Soobin’s celebrating every step on the way to a slightly yet impactful different course of your day that allows you to go to bed more carefreely and at peace.

BEOMGYU

you used to be carefree in social realms, but people hurt you over and over again and even though you thought you would be able to handle it, you learnt that the past will eventually catch on and limit your abilities that you used to see as your irrefutable strong suits

Beomgyu knows you as being talkative and bubbly, joking with people and making them laugh. He watched you speaking to strangers, just because you found them interesting, asking them about what book they were reading and presented your current fav or where they got their jacket from, telling them that it would perfectly fit to your new pants.

He registers you becoming more and more timid, finding you sitting quietly, listening to the people around you and he waited for you to jump in with a horrible pun you would spontaneously come up with just for the joy of it, but you do it less and less.

When you have to prepare for a presentation, he watches you practicing it the same way you used to, but has a message on his phone, asking if he can pick you up, at a time that he expects you to still be in class.

He learns that you are not doing well in talking in front of people anymore and embraces you after the presentation, holding your shaking hands and caressing your palm with his fingers in a rhythm that you can use to match your breathing with.

When people talk over your quiet voice, strength not vocalize your thoughts needing to be build up every time you want to say something, he will speak up to ask you directly what you wanted to say during a break of conversation and even when no opportunity arises in that moment, he will make sure to ask you later on, so that you can tell at least him.

He wants to make sure, you will always have someone who listens to your thought, regardless whether you bring them out all shy and quiet or loud and excited.

At days you really cannot bring yourself to speaking without tearing up, he offers you to write.

Sometimes you put only key-words onto the paper and let him talk about whatever comes to his mind, nodding in agreement or shaking your head in disagreement, to convey your connotation in the most minimalistic way possible.

At other times you write whole essays in your diary and let it open on your bed, a signal for Beomgyu to have concerns to read through your thoughts.

Beomyu will not be less entertained by you. You are still the same funny and exhilarating person you used to be. You just express yourself differently, and that is fine. Outgoing or not outgoing, you are just as valid as always, and the world changes and so do you.

TAEHYUN

you used to be academically high achieving, but now life is not as favorable for being able to focus on studying like you knew it

you struggle with two things:

one is that academic validation used to be your evidence for being smart and without good grades you doubt your own intellect, causing you to feel insecure and stupid

Taehyun will ask you for your expertise often.

Even if you feel like your knowledge is not profound enough, he will assure you that you are valuable regardless of what numbers on paper say.

He asks you a lot about your hobbies, just to listen to you rant about topics in such depths that not only he finds inspiration and knowledge, but you do yourself, having fun with what your brain is capable of instead of only harassing it for productivity.

the other thing is that you used to have high goals that required good grades, but now you find yourself with the unfamiliarity of not envisioning the same future for you anymore and you do not know what do do and where to go, lost the sense of what you actually want

Taehyun loves to daydream with you, just talking about everything and anything, fantasizing about the most unrealistic ideas, because he believes that there is always to an access the making reality similar to fantasy. You only have to return to thinking realistically, adding the valuable pinch of fantasy into your daily life.

That is how he helps you explore yourself.

Besides that, he will take you to new places and into new situations, also familiar places and situations, and lets you evaluate those, looking out for whether you enjoyed it and what specifically, so that you find orientation in what makes you currently happy.

Even if you find yourself discovering something that makes you feel embarrassed, he will react in excitement, infecting you with the curiosity of who you are right now rather than who you used to be and he will love you with every new thing you embody and says goodby to everything you decide to let go with utmost thankfulness.

KAI

you used to make sure to not be an inconvenience for people, but you grew sick of unnecessarily considering everything and everyone around you without considering yourself

Kai likes you being easy-going, but he hates seeing situations not being easy-going for you. You are giving so much with nothing in return, aware that he can not just expect you to get everything without asking for anything.

You might worry that you turn out being too much, too high maintenance if you start claiming requirement, so Kai suggests that you start with verbalizing your wishes and expectation to him more nonchalantly, calling him out for not tidying up after him or directly asking him to get you a pretty rose, you see in a flower shop.

He reminds you that people around you are autonomous individuals and can decline requests or compromise with you when you feel like you might be too harsh and careless.

Kai will comfort you when you are uncomfortable and not able to stick up for yourself, following people’s preferences that do not go against your own but don't align with you as well as they could if you showed initiative, and he lets you rant and be annoyed and embrace the emotions until you realize again that you can take action and protect your well-being and that you deserve to do so.

He proudly watches you becoming more confident and carrying yourself with a better sense of responsibility and respect, and he himself grows, inspired and motivated by you.

comments are highly appreciated 🤗

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Rain Cloud

Your day has been much less productive than you wished and the unfinished to-do-list turns out umexpectantly stressful, so you end up in overwhelm without even noticing. Soobin, however, notices and calms you down.

Choi Soobin/ Reader

Domestic fluff, sleepy cuddles, stress, crying, comfort

wc: 1354

The darkness from outside seemed to transfer inside the room regardless of the lights that illuminated the walls in cold blue light.

One lightbulb wasn't working anymore and only flickered from time to time in an unpleasant rhythm. The rain hit against the window, even the falling leafs were thrown through the air roughl and striked against the glass with their full surface, combining all droplets in their surrounding in heavy splashes.

'Hi, I'm back.', a happy voice sounded and Soobin entered the room. His hair was wet and the hem of his pants as well.

'You're already in bed.', he remarked and collected a bunch of clothes that he wanted to change into after taking a shower.

'Was a bit tired. How was your day?', you answered and tried to sound happy as well, but you weren't too sure if you managed to ban the tiredness from the sound of your voice as much as you wished.

'Good. It was good. I'll tell you soon, okay? I really want to take a warm shower. The weather is making me freeze all day.', he responded and shoved all clothes he pulled out of the drawer into his arms, walked over to you and gave you a kiss on your cheek.

'Soobin, your hair.', you laughed and wiped the water out if your face.

'Oh, sorry.', he apologised with an excusing smile, stretching the last syllable a bit longer than necessary.

'Just get in the shower, you big rain cloud.', you laughed and pointed at the door.

He left quickly and was laughing himself. You heard the door closing and the shower being activated. The water splashed on the hard floor and you waited until the sound changed when Soobin stepped under the warmed up water. From every side was now the sound of water drops audible and when you closed your eyes it was easy to imagine being at a waterfall.

It was a meditative environment now and you actually felt sleep overpowering you soon after you closed your eyes. You didn't register the ebbed splattering in the bathroom and neither did you hear Soobin entering the room again. However you did realise that it suddenly got darker and when the mattress next to you dipped down and a large body was crawling under the blanket to you, you understood that he must have switched off the ceiling lights.

'Are you asleep?', Soobin whispered softly and pulled the blanket over you properly.

'No.', you exhaled and rolled over closer to him and he welcomed you in his warm embrace by pulling you closer with the blanket around your body.

'Freezing?', he asked gently and you nodded weakly.

'I hate the weather.', he whispered again and kissed your forhead.

'Sleep well.', he spoke after a while of silence and you allowed yourself to drift off completely after placing a lazy kiss on his lips.

'Wake up, no, just- wake up, please.', Soobin pleaded and and you slowly came back to contiosness in the realisation of him holding onto your shoulder tightly.

'Soobin?', you asked sleepily and opened your eyes, but it was dark therefore it wouldn't have made a difference if you kept them shut.

You let your hand wander to the side where he was laying when he came to bed and you felt his arm on which his rested right next to you.

He quickly took your hand and squeezed it gently, but with some trustworthy emphasis.

'Are you okay?', he asked worried and you were surprised to hear a hint if panic in his voice.

'Yes, I'm fine. What's going on?', you asked and sat up, causing him to do the same.

'You were crying, you still are.', he whispered and placed his hand on your jaw to wipe some tears from your cheek.

You took a deep breath and recognised the familiar shaking when you exhaled and your eyes welled up with tears again.

'I don't know why. I didn't realise.', you answered and tried to remember if you had any impactiful dream, but as far as you could judge that wasn't the case.

Soobin pulled you into his chest and caressed your back to calm your shivering body down and you felt ready to just sleep again.

'What happened during the day?', Soobin asked and you recapitulated everything that was going on.

'I was just so tired.', you whispered and immediately felt guilty and wanted to repeat hundreds of apologies.

You wanted to tidy up the apartment, you wanted to do some grocery shopping, you wanted to finally hang up that one painting of the mountains that Soobin gifted you to your birthday. You didn't do any of those tasks. It was your day off and you wanted to get some basic chores done, but in the end you got absorbed by a ridiculously unproductive routine of falling asleep and going on a walk in an attempt to wake up and that happened several time that day. You were stuck in this cycle without finding a way of breaking it.

A loud sob escaped your mouth and you clang into Soobin, thankful that he was holding you firmly.

'It's okay. Tired days are completely okay.', he assured you and laid down with you in his arms again.

'I didn't even hang up the painting.', you cried out and felt so ungrateful for not cherishing the present in a way you wanted it to and how you thought Soobin had to be by that as well.

'It's fine. I think it looks good wherever it is to be honest.', he whispered and let his fingers dive between your hair to message your scalp a little.

You laughed through your tears and answered, 'It's still on the upper shelf. It's probably the spideres' property by now.'

He laughed and you felt a bit more at ease, like always when he was smiling or laughing.

'Mountains are high, so it is kind of fitting. Besides, I find it beautiful there.', he joked and you shook your head, smiling, but slightly annoyed.

'You're tall. I can't even see it properly up there.', you reminded him and he pulled the blanket over you and pushed the hem of your sweater down to make sure that your skin wasn't unnecessarily exposed to any possible cold air.

'I'll just lift you up. Then you can see it and get some mountain-like air up there.', he sighed and you felt bad that he woke up because of you.

'I'm going to hang it up for real tomorrow.', you promised and rolled a bit away from him.

'I'll help and you can now stay in my arms if you want.', he answered and you pushed yourself back into his warmth, reluctantly, but thankful.

'I don't know why I cried.', you repeated and he hummed to signal that he heard you.

'Sorry for waking you up.', you apologised and he shook his head against the pillow.

'Don't apologise for that.', he instructed and threw one leg over you, trapping you cometely in his clingy embrace.

'Okay, sorry. I don't know.', you mumbled, not knowing what to say besides apologies.

'You don't have to.', Soobin mumbled and you realised how close he was as well as how calm.

'You already said so.', you answered confused, thinking he referred to you apologising.

'No. I meant that you don't have to know. You can have a bad day, you can cry and all of that without knowing why right away.', he explained and gave you a soft kiss on your lips that caught you off-guard, but wasn't unpleasant.

He kissed you again and this time lingered a bit longer and you felt all his warmth on and around you.

The rain was still there, but trapped in Soobin's strict hug and his habit of fixing all fabrics around you to make you as comfortable as possible, it was inaudible. One sense was so strongly occupied by pleasantness that it shut out the other regarding the unpleasantness.

When he pulled away he finally laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes.

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Bubbles

Taehyun x Reader

Domestic fluff; exhaustion; showering together; cuddles and kisses; acts of service; care and support; appreciation; sfw

wc: 773

Tenderness feels like the furthest thing when you step into your apartment. The day was unnecessarily harsh. People's negativities overtook your own state of mind, and with every step you took, the day felt more difficult to get through. Eventually, you made it home into the safety of your own walls.

You throw your shoes into a corner, the jacjets lands on top of the pile and you make your way to the kitchen, just to open and close the fridge and the cabinets in blind frustration. There is no way you can figure out what to eat, so the decision end up up to simply not.

Taehyun: You're home, right?

You read the message with an involuntary sarcastically nod of your head. Yes, you are home. It is a surprise to yourself to experience this place right now.

You: Yes

Taehyun: Can I come over?

You contemplate. His presence would be a nice addition to the evening. Hoswever, you wonder if you'd be able to keep up if he wants to come over, searching for your support due to not feeling too well himself.

You: I'm really tired, sorry

Taehyun: Is that a yes or no? Because I don't expect anything from you, I just want to be with you for a bit today

You: then it's a yes

Taehyun arrives not long after. He carries a paper bag containing your favourite meal, warm and savory smelling. The sensation brings tears to your eyes.

He gets out of his shoes and rushes over to you with a bright smile, gently pulling you against him. You could hide in his safety forever.

'Tired baby?, he asks in a chuckle, and you smile at the sound of his playful voice, nodding.

He places the bag on the table and takes off his jacket, eying your pile of clothes in the corner. Wordlessly, he hangs up your jacket and sorts your shoes in the line of others in the small shelf. For some reason he keeps his happy smile throughout the process and return to you.

You remain standing in the middle of the room, watching him, not able to think of what to with your mself. He steps in front of you and places his palms onto your shoulders, firmly and calming. He presses his lips onto your forhead and lingers in the touch, pulling back with an attentive gaze on you. He smiles and tilts his head in a question that you answer with an exhausted smile.

'Shower?', he whispers and pushes his hands up and down your arms in a slow and steady motion.

You nod, feeling happiness bubbling up.

Taehyun takes over the required tasks, not letting you in need of spending your energy on worrying and struggling. He gently removes your clothes from your body. He applies the softest scented lotion onto your skin while the water warms the pave of the shower stall. He keeps his distance, his hands the only part of him that connects to your physical shell, besides his lips on your cheek.

'Watch the bubbles floating away with the water', he instructs in a hush and pushes your hair up to let the warm water run down your nape.

'Watch them burst and vanish. Those are your today's worries', he continues and lets smile return.

His calm presence, his diligent touchs and his conscious attention generates easy to lie upon you. He finishes his mission by leading you outside the stall, immediately swapping the water's warmth with the one of the towel. He gently dries you, instructing you to hold onto him. His skin is comfortable hot against yours.

With the normalcy that you treasure so immensely when it comes to being with Taehyun, he helps you into your clothes, not shying away from treating you with the utmost care without wasting a single thought inappropriately. Cozily dressed, cleansed body protectively wrapped into the attention of his actions, he makes sure you repay your body the needed energy by eating and drinking. Finally, he brings you to bed, letting you rest against his chest.

'Thank you for letting me be with you', he thanks and squeezes you closer against him, fully taking you in the realm of his heartbeat.

'Aren't I the one who has to thank you? Thank you for taking care of me', you laugh and take his hand to place a kiss on top of it.

'My pleasure. It's a privilege to experience you, so, I believe I am in the right to express my gratitude', he responds, and you hope to find yourself believing him with more ease in the future.

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hii! i really really loved your holding hands with txt post! I was wondering if you would consider writing an extension/one-shot based off huening kai’s section? I thought it was so so cute and it seems like the perfect idiots/friends to lovers scenario :33 its alright if you dont want to, no worries :))  thanks !!

Content Warning:

alcohol consumption; drunk reader

slightly suggestive; hooking up with strangers hinted/ mentioned

forced intoxication mentioned

invading of privacy hinted

word count: 3 713

'How much time do I have left?', Taehyun shouts from his room, his rushed steps audible to Kai even in the distance of the kitchen. 

'Ten minutes!', Kai yells back and chuckles to himself, amused by his friend's excitement to get out and spend time with people. He always puts a lot of effort into his appearance, intending to seem as attractive as possible while remaining a casual demeanor as if he hasn't just been running back and forth between his room and the bathroom in an abundance of outfit variations and loud contemplations about his choice of perfume. 

Kai prefers his simple jeans and hoodie even for an occasion like an adventurous party. The greatest joy for him will be spending time with his friends, inventing new silly dance moves with Soobin that they can use to beat Yeonjun in every playful dance battle. Not even his excellent skills are able to overpower his involuntary convolution of laughters. Beomgyu's collection of footage will expand wonderful after this night, and once everyone is sobered up, he'll blackmail the shit out of the older men. And then there is also you. 

Kai can't wait to see you again. Life has been busy, and the chance of meeting up has been postponed numerous times until the opportunity of going to this party arose. It isn't Kai's favourite way of encountering you. Sharing the environment with a whole crowd of people makes him feel like he is one of too many that you are talking to. Especially when you are drinking, he has anticipates you chatting up a bunch of strangers. He's rather just spend a calm day with you alone, maybe his friends being present as well, but the uncertainty of whom you might be hooking up with is not on his list of goals for the night. 

The doorbell rings, and a loud shriek sounds from the bathroom. 

'I thought I still have time?', Taehyun shouts in distress, probably pulling at his hair in frustration and also as a reminder to himself of what he intends to feel being done to him later. 

Kai walks over and opens the door, finding you standing there with a tiny bouquet of daisies in your hand. 

'Hi!', you beam and push the flowers towards Kai, your knuckles meeting the soft fabric of his hoodie in front of his chest. Only mere centimetres were missing for him to feel your gesture directly on him. 

He looks at you in confusion, letting out a low questioning hum and hesitantly picks the collection of nature's minuscule beauty from between your fingers. A white lacy bow ties the stems together, and the ribbon's ends fall over his fingers, almost appearing like they are holding onto him with their tender touch. 

'For you. I had to think of you and how much I am happy to see you again when I saw them. I had the ribbon in my hair, but it suits the flowers better', you say and step inside, lurking around Kai to wave at the others, all of them but Taehyun already gathered in the kitchen. 

'Thanks', Kai mumbles and follows you to the counter. Beomgyu is just getting a shot glass from the drawer, but Kai snatches it away, carefully placing the flowers inside. 

'Am I supposed to get drunk on daisies?', Beomgyu grunts and gets another glass that he fills and empties in one go. 

'Oh, you're already starting!', you exclaim happily and direct Beomgyu through the collection of bottles until he has a row of glasses filled with your favourites.

Kai can't comprehend the speed with which you are drinking the various alcoholic drinks, but registers your state when you march over to the bathroom and pull Taehyun along with you to the front door. 

'My hair is not ready yet!', he whines and attempts to get back in front of the mirror, but even though he is well mastered in the skill of complaining, he has no chance to beat your complaining of finally wanting to get to the party. 

'Your hair looks gorgeous, you look handsome, and you smell great. Now get your shoes on and let's go. I am not waiting an hour for you again', you grumble and step into the hallway, urging the rest to follow in an entertained chuckle. 

'You already stuck walking a straight line', Kai whispers when you bump into him for the fourth time, apologizing eccentrically as if you had pushed him ten meters away. In reality, you fall against him with no more impact than the flowers that you handed him earlier. 

'I'm sorry. I'll just walk over there', you whine and distance yourself a few steps to give Kai space, but he pulls you back by your sleeve, tucking you to his side. 

'Nooo! I have to  make sure you don't run into anything but me', he dramatically gasps and welcomes the feeling of your shoulder shaking in a chuckle against him. He decides to not drink today, prioritizing your care and safety, well aware of the fact that all five men would go lengths to protect you, but his trust in the ability of a bunch of drunk people can't keep up with the trust he has in his sober self. 

'Who's it tonight?', he leans in and asks you, the loud music enthusiastically drowning every spoken word. Kai looks around as he is on your eye level, gets a glimpse of Taehyun strutting over to some women in pretty dresses and shiny hair, and tries to find people who match your checklist of curiosity. 

'Hmmmm, you', you confide and gift him a smile, leaning against his shoulder as you proceed eyeing the mass of dancing people. 

Kai thinks you are joking. It must be that you simply didn't find someone yet. You always get into a conversation with at least one stranger and start laughing with them, leaning against them, holding their hand. At least those are the actions that Kai is able to register. He doesn't look at you throughout the whole night, so he can only imagine how close you get with others when he is not looking. At latest when it is time to go home, you long to him. That is the routine he learned over the years. You get drunk and become more outgoing, clingy, and direct that to people who intrigue for some hours, and then you return to him and continue a past conversation you shared as if nothing happened. 

'You'll return to me anyway. Just go and have some fun', he says, meaning to let you know that he is waiting for you in case you want to leave, but the sentence came out complacent, pretty smug in a way that he didn't know he could sound like.  

'Oh? You're very confident when it comes to me, huh?', you laugh, and the teasing raise of your eyebrows makes him blush. You never looked at him that way. He only ever observed it when you were flirting with someone else. With him, you usually stick to being playful in a rather cute way, laughing like a child as he feels like one himself when he is with you. It is carefree and innocent and even though he does sometimes question his own intentions, whether he might find himself wanting to explore the friendship with you in a mutually committed relation, he always forces his thought to quickly return to reality. He is scared of what would happen if he goes to that place where is with the imaginary you in close proximity that is guaranteeing something different that he has with you right now. He might not be able to return from thinking about you in a less innocent way, and that wouldn't be fair to you, he believes. 

Kai looks away and clears his throat. 

'Didn't mean it like that', he mumbles and occupies himself with sipping on a drink that Yeonjun brought to the table some minutes ago, before he vanished back onto the dance floor, shaking his booty in everyone else's agony that conceals the overall amusement people are too embarrassed to admit when the alcohol level isn't that high yet. 

'You're not wrong', you say and smile, a hint of shyness now also evident on your cheeks. 

'I always think I should go out and meet new people to see if I finally find someone I like, but-'

Kai listens closely, trying to figure out how clouded your mind already is based on your word flow. You speak loud and clear, with less hesitance than he knows you struggle with on a day to day basis. As much as he hates you drinking, knowing that your consciousness becomes blurry, he does believe you benefit from the seldom clarity of speech. It is like your body lacks so much energy that your tongue receives it all to pronounce every word perfectly without a slur of doubt and end every sentence in patience. He enjoys your demeanour changing. He enjoys you demanding attention that you avoid taking up when you're sober. 

He anticipates you continuing to speak. The pause isn't awkward. As you take another sip from the whiskey mix in your cup, he searches for the drink cover scrunchie in his pocket. He hands it over to you and waits until you pull it over the edges, protecting your drink from being harassed by malicious strangers. 

'- every time I talk to someone else, I start to compare them to you', you end your sentence and add a thanks for the cup lid. 

The smile you give him when you realize that he bought and thought of bringing an item that supports your safety causes him to buzz of energy, ready to tackle everything that gets in your way of being anything less than perfectly comfortable. He can't but let out a chuckle, entertained by the contrast of your fast words and slow situational perception. 

'What's there to compare?', he wonders, mumbling more to himself than to directly ask you, but you apparently plan on sticking to your plan of spending the night with him, because you sit down on the bench and tug on his sleeve to signify him doing the same. You take another big sip from your cup and immediately hold your head, a sign of you being incredibly dizzy now. Instinctively, Kai circles his arm around your shoulder and pulls you against him to give your wobbly body stability, restraining you from falling off the wooden surface. 

'I should take a break', you laugh and attempt on lacing the empty cup on the table in front of you, but you miss several times, so Kai takes your wrist and maneuvers your hand into the right direction with the right sense of distance. Another chuckle escapes you, and his heart imitates the rhythm like an echo. 

★~・🩵・~★

You drank more than you planned to, but is it your fault when you had access to some surprisingly delicious drinks? It's not like you are doing this every weekend, so it should be fine, right? Justifying questions bounce through your head as you are trying to put one foot in front of the other to keep up with your friends. Their words and laughters echo gently through the street, and you enjoy how calm they are even after a full night of partying and consuming alcohol. 

'You can't let one party go without chatting up at least two women, can you?', Yeonjun asks Taehyun, who is happily grinning at his phone screen, on which probably messages under the new collection of numbers are appearing. 

'They're gorgeous. I'm gorgeous. They like me. I like them. It would be a waste of experience if mutually interested people ignored each other', he explains and frantically types on his phone. You bet he's incorporating several typos, not only due to excitement. 

'Let me check before you send', Kai pleads and takes Taehyun's phone, the contrast of clouded minds evident based on their movements alone. 

Your own mind is sabotaging any smooth succession of steps, and you are clumsily bumping into Kai's arm. Not knowing how to help yourself, you hold onto him, causing him to stop and look at you with a gentle smile. The others don't register that you two stopped walking. 

'Wanna read?', Kai whispers, tilting the phone screen into your direction. It isn't the most polite thing to do, just leaking Taehyun's chats, but honestly speaking, sooner or later either Taehyun himself would send screenshots into the shared group chat, bragging how wonderful the people he collects happen to be, indirectly sharing how happy he is, or Kai would just sneakily tell you when you two are sitting together exchanging the newest gossip. 

'No, thakns', you slur in a whisper, your head spinning and the ground weirdly unstable. 

'Thakns?', Kai chuckles, gaining awareness of how gone you are. 

Absentmindedly, you tap against his hand, and he looks down at it, wondering what you are pointing at. 

'May I hold?', you ask, desperately looking at him, because you can't think of anything better than holding hands to ground yourself. 

'Ay! Did you just want to steal a phone?', Beomgyu yells from several meters in front of you, and Kai quickly opens his hand and anticipates you, laying yours onto his palm. With a gentle tug, he pushes his fingers between yours and pulls your hand into perfect alignment with his own. He starts walking carefully and observes your ability to follow until you are next to your friends again. 

Kai slips the phone with the corrected messages into Taehyun's hand and laughs at him for making an abundance of absurd typos while you trace your thumb along Kai's warm skin on his soft palm. At one point, you lift his hand to be able to watch the way your finger presses into him because you are fascinated by how warm he is in contrast to your tired freezing body. You have to see that he is real. Besides, it is a great distraction from the fact that you have absolutely no strength to control your body beyond the well trained automatic movements of walking, and even those appear to be a challenge. 

Yeonjun is looking at you weirdly, and you let yourself fall back half a step to be shielded by Kai's frame. You hear a distant chuckle and let your head fall against Kai's arm in embarrassment. He pulls his hand away from yours and hurries to circle his arm around you, offering his hand on the other side of your body for you to take again, while embracing you in maximum stability that he has to offer in this moment. 

The close proximity warms you up, and despite the surroundings appearing blurry and bizarre to your drugged mind, you feel safe and happy. A little giggle slips out of your lips, and as you are pushing yourself a bit closer against Kai to cope with your embarrassment once again, he tightens his embrace with a low chuckle himself. You wonder if the others are able to see you or if they are too deeply invested in their own business right now. However, Kai's warmth and care are too overwhelmingly beautiful for you to worry about much else. He continues talking to the other's as if nothing is going on and in your next moment of consciousness you find yourself in his room whining about just sleeping on the sofa in the living room, not wanting to take up his space.

'If you can let go of my hand and walk over there yourself, I let you sober up alone', he announces and you feel your stubbornness causing you to let go of him, but after only two steps towards the door you stumble and almost hit the floor if Kai hadn't caught you as if he was already waiting for you to trip. 

'M sorry', you sigh ashamed and clutch onto him, believing to not be able to get through the night without him holding onto you. 

'It's okay. It's all good', he assures, and you find his gentle smile welcoming you into a zone of serenity. 

'I shouldn't've drank s'much', you chuckle and help Kai pulling you up by pushing your feet against the floor, an action that feels unfamiliar to you, as if you had to calculate how the surface behaves in regards to your movements against it. 

'Hmmm, you enjoyed yourself', he hums and sits you onto his bed. 

'Let's just make sure you sleep it off', he advises and pulls the blanket back to lay you down.

'I'll make your bed stink', you warn, but he just shakes his head in an amused smile. 

'That's only post sleep relevance. All there is to do now is sleep a bit', he explains and maneuvers you to lay down, pointing at the floor where he deposited a bucket in case you need to throw up and you barely register your own voice when you ask him to sleep next to you because you want to keep holding his hand. You already closed your eyes when he takes up half of the bed, keeping a respectful distance with only his arm extended and his hand covering yours. 

★~・🩵・~★

Kai can't fall asleep, not with you laying so close to him, not when you overdid it so much that not just your body's abilities but also your speaking decreased over the span of hours. The up and down of you sobering up a little, only to get more drunk again, is fun to watch as long as he remains hopeful for you to not suffer too much the next day. He never experienced you having a hangover, but that only resulted in you insisting on being brought home where you sleep it off alone. This time, there is no chance for him to be fine with you being alone, not when you can't even walk by yourself. 

You dozed off in mere minutes, and Kai doesn't know what to do rather than adjusting the blanket around you. He listens to the voice of his friends fading as everyone is making their way to their rooms. The front door opens and closes, and Kai checks his phone only to find the expected message of Taehyun in the group chat that he is going to visit one of his new friends from tonight. 

'You need to sleep, too', he hears you mumbling and turns on his side to catch a look at your scheme in the dark.

'I will', he assures and softly runs his fingertips over your closed eyes, a warm sensation that he knows calms you. He has done it several times when he spent time with you during days you were a bit sick or simply exhausted but tortured by a stressed out mind. 

'When?', you ask in a yawn, and Kai wonders if you were even asleep or if his own mind plays tricks on him. 

'Soon', he responds, determined to wait until you are properly resting first. 

'I'm going to ask you out t'morrow', you sigh, and he hears you nuzzling into the pillow. His mind is definitely playing tricks on him, and he decides when out of nowhere he imagines you nuzzling your sleepy face into his shirt. 

'You don't have to say yes', he listens to your mumble getting more and more silent. 

'Just be prepared for me confessing. You're the sweetest, How could I not?'

He laughs, his breath fanning over your face, and he hopes it doesn't stink too much, but then again, you probably can't even concentrate on something vague as a scent in your state. It is interesting to him that the thought of changing the sheets tomorrow while you take a long shower only to cuddle with you back in bed, getting it to smell like you after all. It doesn't even have to be anything but platonic. He always enjoys a cuddling session with you and the remaining whiff of your presence after you leave. However, now he questions if there might be a day he wants anyone else's presence imprinted into his space. 

'What if I were faster?', he experimentally whispers, observing how he feels verbalizing the existence of the locked up corners of his mind. 

'What if I told you that I can't imagine liking anyone as irrefutable and as securely as I like you? What if-'

Your snoring interrupts his list, and he surpasses a laughter by pressing this face into the mattress until his nose hurts. The sting reminds him to stay quiet as he turns around again, finally allowing himself to fall asleep. He is so close to drifting off completely when he hears your giggle and your tired yet clear whisper.

'I like you, too'. 

It might just be his mind playing tricks, building up dreams already, but maybe he perceived correctly. His body slums against the mattress with no notion of conscious movements for the next hours and when he wakes up to your side of the bed being empty, his closet open and clothes evidently pulled out and the sound of  the shower running, he exchanges the bed sheets with fresh ones. Just like he planned, he proceeds to make his room comfortable. He lies back down and opens the delivery app, daydreaming about the richness of a proper breakfast, and then his mind becomes playful again. This time he lets it wander down the path of the locked up corners, glimpsing into sequences of imaginary scenarios in which you return from the shower and drop down on top of him or him going to pick you up from the bathroom, carrying you back to bed bridal style. He smiles at his thoughts. The anticipation of them being scary, too impactful for his friendship with you, couldn't have been more off. He thinks of the daisies on the kitchen counter and enjoys how traces of you are spread all over his home. With new access of comfort in form of knowledge about himself and his wishes for an ideal reality, he continues waiting for you, full of curiosity about how this day will proceed, grateful to have you in his life regardless of specifics. 

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Wedding Dress

Yeonjun & Reader

Shopping trip; spontaneous wedding dress makeover; friendship

wc: 510

It was just a regular shopping trip, but when you passed by the wedding shop, you thought it would be funny to try on dresses. It was funny  until you remembered that Yeonjun would outshine you in everything he'd be putting on.

You were currently dressed in an elegant peachy wedding dress, plain, but impactful, and you almost didn't recognise yourself in the mirror. The curtain behind you was closed, and you wondered if Yeonjun would ask you to do a silly pose so he can take a photo full of dissonance for him to laugh about forever.

Hesitatantly, you pulled on the heavy ruck and pushed it aside, slowly stepping out of the changing room. Yeonjun was sitting on the bench patiently waiting, focous shifting between the abundance of clothes around him and the little cabinet you were currently in. He finally looked at you, and his mouth fell open.

'Wow', he hushed and stood up, closing the distance.

He carefully placed his palms on your waist and made you turn around for him to inspect the dress from the back. His hands travelled up and lifted your hair to have access to the collar. The zipper wasn't fully pulled up. You couldn't reach it properly yourself, so he did it for you before he made you face him again.

'You look so beautiful', he whispered and proceeded to smile.

'You look good yourself', you laughed and eyed him up and down.

He chose a dark blue dress with details that made him appear like the star-covered night sky. The fabric matched his shiny eyes perfectly, but to you, his smile always appeared the brightest.

'Walk for me?', you aks and watched him walking to the other side of the room, only to turn around and pit on his model walk back. During the last few steps, before he arrived back by your side, he turned shy and covered his reddening face, and you thought that matching gloves would work perfectly with this dress for him.

'I can't do this', he whined and burst into embaressed giggles.

'What? Looking pretty?', you asked and patted his shoulder.

'I thought you had enough practice in that', you added in a laughter and let him shy away by turning his back to you.

You went back to the changing room to get your normal clothes back on. You snapped some mirror selfies to bathe in the looks of the dress for some more time, and you made sure to get some silly photos as well. Yeonjun will love them. You met him at the door of the store and he looked satisfied.

'Are you daydreaming about the dresses the rest of the day?', you asked, and he nodded absently, a constant smile plastering his face.

He was happy. You were happy. And at the end of the day, you both presented your secretly taken photos and laughed at them, well aware that they were way more than just silly moments. They were beautiful moments of the spontaneity of joy in your togetherness.

The lace... I like the curtains cooperated into outfits so much ❄️

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Adorable, but mainly ridiculous 2

Choi Beomgyu/ Reader

Established Relationship; Compliments; Gentleness and Care

wc: 9662 (Chapter 1&2 in total)

`I bet Kai hates me now.`

`He always hated you. He is actually jealous, because he is not the one who’s dating me.`

`Maybe you can consider a threesome then, you know, to make him feel better.`

`Oh, no. I couldn’t do that to your dear guitar crush. It’s either us three or no threesome.`

`When will we drop the threesome joke?`

`When it’s not a joke anymore?`

`I don’t know how to feel about where this is going.`

`As long as we’re together it can just go well… It’s your fault. You make me say cheesy stuff! I hate this!`

`You have to shoot them!`, Beomgyu yelled and pressed your thumb on a button that caused your character on screen to fire in the direction of one, apparently, enemy. 

You were seated on his bed between his legs, while his arms were embracing you and helping you with the controller. His head was next to yours and his hair tickled your ear.

`Maaaan, I still hate games.`, you whined and leaned back, dropping the controller. 

`No, what are you doing?`, Beomgyu exclaimed and dropped on his back dramatically when the screen signaled that your character got shot and the game was over for you. 

`Oh, how clumsy. I died.`, you giggled sarcastically and turned around to lay down on top of him. 

His eyes were covered by his hands and wild strands of hair were spread around his head everywhere. You took his hands and pulled them down gently, but Beomgyu shut his eyes with so much diligent force that wrinkles appeared around them. Playfully, you kissed his hands and started tickling his palms. He got a hold of your wrists and pushed you aside abruptly and you landed on your side with a surprised yelp.

`Tell me why I still try to keep up with your bullshit.`, he requested, side eying you in annoyance. 

`Because you love me.`, you answered without hesitation and smiled at him in fake innocence, but it worked and even though he tried to stop himself from smiling back, you saw his lips quivering and he eventually had to smile back. To hide his embarrassment of his failed attempt of not giving in to his sheer adoration for you, he dropped his head and buried his face in the crock of your neck with a breathless laughter that quickly transitioned to a frustrated, but happy whining. 

He still held your wrists and you felt his hair in your face once again. 

`Your hair.`, you laughed and tried to blow it away with little success. 

`I know it’s pretty.`, he mumbled against your skin, his lips tickling you just as much and you whines in annoyance, trying to wiggle out of his grip. 

`No, no.`, he laughed and ruffled his head against you to annoy you further.

`Now you have to keep up with my annoying ass.`, he explained and purposely let you feel his lips on your throat and when he felt you shivering he smiled to himself. Whenever he could see what an effect he had on you and realize how comfortable you were with him, he felt so truly happy that he almost couldn’t believe this was his life.

`Beomgyuuuu, don’t play with me like this.`, you whispered and tried to keep calm when his touch was so intense and wonderful warm. 

He finally looked up and showed you his beautiful smile and you automatically mirrored him, feeling totally calm and safe in his presence, especially when his eyes were directly on you.

`I’m not intending on playing with you. You are not a game.`, he answered calmly.

`Good, because you always lose all games you’re playing.`, you laughed and glanced over to the screen that was still showing the words ´game over`. 

`I won’t lose you tho.`, he said seriously and you looked back at him and nodded in agreement.

`Yeah, no, you will keep your sugar mommy for a long time.`, you answered and closed your eyes, feeling dreamy. 

Beomgyu dropped down on you and finally released your hands that you immediately maneuvered to his back to hug him. 

`I actually stopped with the nicknames. Do you like this one or what?`, he mumbled and started playing with your hair. 

`Hmmm.`, you enjoyed the sensation and his weight on you. `I just find it funny. Maybe I secretly like your nicknames. This one is nice, because it is true that I like buying you stuff that you want.`

`Nicknames or pet names?`, he asked in a low voice and you weren’t surprised that he was tired.

You came over to his apartment after work and to your surprise he was opening the door still wearing shoes and coat himself. He explained that he just arrived. He looked tired, but insisted on staying up and spending time with you. His favorite way of calming down and relax was playing games and despite your dislike of pressing random button combination on the controller, you prepared his playstation and some snacks while he was taking a shower. The smile and thankfulness in his eyes when he entered his cozy bedroom was already worth everything and you welcomed him on the bed next to you with a kiss. He had the habit of placing his fingertips right on under the curve of your jaw when he leaned in to kiss you and it was such a gentle, but effective touch to make you melt into his hand, that you memorized the feeling so well that this was one of the first things that came to your mind when you thought of Beomgyu. His kisses were still so special to you, even after kissing with him countless times. You alway ended up thinking about his kisses when you were tired and often fell asleep while trying to recreate the way he makes you feel by picturing him being next to you when you had to spend the evening without him. 

`Nickname or pet name?`, he repeated and you felt him raising his head, hovering right above you, his hair like a curtain around your faces shielded you two from the whole world. 

`Babyyyy.`, he whispered and made you smile. When you would have opened your eyes right now, you were sure you would stop breathing for quite some seconds. He always overwhelmed you in the best way possible and you were not always ready for that. It was probably your reluctance of giving him the satisfaction of always, always making the world stop for second when you were happy - at least that was how it felt to you and you were sure it was his secret superpower that not even he himself was aware of. 

`Honeyyyyy.`, he giggled and nuzzled his nose against yours and made his hair shake against your skin. 

`My precious girlfriend?`

Well, that made you blush hard. 

`So, that it is?`, he giggled and repeated the phrase in different variations. 

`My beautiful girlfriend.` 

He kissed your forehead.

`My hardworking girlfriend.`

He kissed your left temple. 

`My supportive girlfriend.`

He kissed your right temple. 

`My talented in everything but gaming girlfriend.`

He kissed your nose and you physically cringed and let out a laughter, finally opening your eyes with the intention of glaring at him.

However that was impossible when he was so close to you, smiling very fondly and glancing back and forth between your eyes and your lips.

`You’re really my girlfriend, huh? You really let me be your boyfriend.`, he mumbled, his mouth just centimeters over yours. You let your hands wander from his back to the back of his head and gently caressed his scalp. 

`I sometimes can’t believe it myself.`, you whispered back and realized once again how much you liked him and being with him. 

Beomgyu’s hand found its way to your jaw and just how you liked it so much, his fingers were rested under your ear. You didn’t have to wait and he softly pressed his lips on yours and let his thumb run over your cheek so lightly that he was a competition even to the softness of a feather. 

When he pulled away you didn’t waste time on catching air and said `I love you.`.

Maybe you should have taken a breath, because you started coughing right away and looked to the side to avoid spit landing in his face. Beomgyu sat up and laughed at you. 

`I know I’m breathtaking.`, he spoke between laughters and patted your shoulder.

Once you calmed down and could breath properly, you sat up as well and Beomgyu shuffled back a bit to put all weight from you and give you space. 

`You are ridiculous.`, you let out between some last coughs.

`I love you.`, he said fondly and pushed some strands out of your face and you smiled.

`Can we go to sleep?`, you asked quietly and hoped he would say `yes`, because you wanted him to finally get some proper rest and on the selfish side, you wanted to fall asleep in his embrace. 

He simply nodded, put the controller on the floor and turned the screen off. You got up and collected your night clothes from his closet and were about to go to the bathroom to get ready, but he stopped you before you could open his room’s door. 

`Wait. I have something for you.` He went to the closet and pulled out a plastic back and gave it to you.

`Do I have to be scared?`, you asked, expecting something he found very funny and you very very ridiculous. 

`Of a present? From me? Never.´, he smirked and stood in front of you expectantly with his arms crossed.

Slowly you pulled out the inside of the bag and the dark fabric happen to be a really oversized shirt with a guitar printed on it.

`Am I supposed to enter my rockstar era?`, you laughed and starred at the shirt hat actually looked kind of cool. 

`Nah, just a comfortable sleeping shirt.`, he explained and let you leave. 

When you came back, he was already waiting under the blanket and looked at something on his phone, but the second you approached him he put it away and opened the blanket next to him for you. 

It was incredibly comfortable with him and you wondered what time it was. Normally you had a good sense of time, but it just became such an irrelevant factor in life when you were with Beomgyu, plus he messed with your feeling for time in general, so that you were always a bit detached from reality. 

`You know, actually you could get your threesome you always wanted with this shirt.`, he said while turning to face you and and you snorted at that remark. 

`This is the and I mean THE unfunniest joke of yours.`, you said and laid down properly, pulling the blanket over you further. 

`You love my jokes tho.`

`I don’t… Okay, when it gets me comfortable clothes then I do.`, you reconsidered. 

Beomgyu circled his arm around your waist and you sighed contently. 

`I missed this.`, you whispered and scooped closer to him. 

`Me too.`, he whispered back and his chin touched the top of your head, tucking you into his embrace properly.  His breathing slowed down slightly and the rhythmic movements of his chest in combination with his warmth lulled you into sleep as well. 

*

`I hate your alarm!`, you said loudly in a raspy voice and pulled the pillow around your ears.

`Just turn it off.`, Beomgyu groaned and the alarm increased its volume. 

`The phone is on your side.`, you mumbled into the pillow.

`What?`, he asked and cuddled into you and pulled the blanket over your heads.

`We can’t just ignore the alarm.`, you whined and looked at him from under the pillow. 

`We can tho.`,  he whispered back and pulled you towards him by grabbing the fabric of your shirt and kissed you softly. You held onto his shoulders and kissed him back, actually forgetting about the alarm for a second, but then the door opened forcefully. 

`GUYS! TURN OFF THE ALARM!`, Kai yelled and stormed into the room and the piercing sound from the phone ebbed. 

`I don’t even ask what you’re doing under that blanket, but keep it quiet. Other people can actually sleep in today.`

With that he left and shut the door loudly. 

`PKM`, Beomgyu whispered and hid his face in his hands. 

`Period.`, you replied and both of you bursted out in laughter. 

*

`See, we CAN just ignore the alarm.`, Beomgyu remarked while he put on a pair of jeans. 

You were searching for something to wear in his closet, still dressed in the oversize guitar shirt. 

`We can as long as your roommates keep up with your bullshit.`

`MY bullshit? Nope, it’s OUR bullshit.`

`Oh, so now it’s OURS? But when WE lost the game yesterday it was MY bullshit?`

`Yes? Who else’s?`

`You can’t just say whose bullshit it is how it suits you.`

`That’s what you just did.`

`You’re ridiculous.`

`Says the one who’s starring at clothes for hours and still doesn’t know what to wear.`

You both laughed and Beomgyu came behind you and placed a kiss on your neck.

`How about those cargo pants and a hoodie? It’s cold today.`, he suggested and you pulled out said pieces.

`Is it okay?`, you asked and looked at him unsurely. 

`Mi ropa es tu ropa.`

You put on the outfit and checked it in the mirror, actually liking it a lot. The pants were a bit tight, so you took some bigger ones and changed into them, feeling much better. 

`Before you go, I actually have a proper present for you. The shirt was just a joke, but unsurprisingly you rocked the look.`

Beomgyu handed you another bag and you wanted to comment on his bad pun, but you let him have that one and rather asked if he was in sugar daddy mode or what was going on, but unusual for him, he actually remained a serious face and shyly looked on the floor, scratching this neck. 

`It’s just a small something. I had to think of you when I saw it, so yeah.`

You opened the paper bag curiously and in it was a bear plushie and on the bottom a keychain, a bear as well. 

Beomgyu took the plushie and nervously put it from one hand into the other.

`You have my contact saved with a bear and a clown emoji and ahm, I thought that, like, ahm, when- when you’re alone it could be like, not truly, but almost, not really almost, but- When you want to cuddle, but I’m not there you have this bear.`, he stammered, completely nervous and red from embarrassment. He avoided eye contact and just shoved the little bear back in your hand and pointed at the key chain. 

´It is also a flashlight. I know you sometimes walk home from the train station in the dark and sometimes your phone battery is too low, so, yeah, some substitute light.`

You put the items back into the bag and placed it on the floor. Finally Beomgyu looked at you again, but with fear, fear of being too much, too serious, too cheesy. 

You stepped right in front of him and he hesitantly looked you in the eyes. 

You took his hands and he held onto you immediately as if he was loosing himself if you wouldn’t hold him. 

`Why are you not saying anything?`, he whispered and you squeezed his hands, feeling too far away from him, so you hesitantly went in for a hug, wanting to ask if you were allowed to hug him, but you felt the tears and they would escape the second you spoke even one word to him. 

Beomgyu held you immediately and let you rest agains him. 

`Is it so bad?`, he asked and let out a weak laughter.

You shook your head and bravely whispered, `It’s perfect.`, took a deep breath and added even quieter, but not less meaningful, `You’re perfect.`

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Adorable, but mainly ridiculous 1

Choi Beomgyu/ Reader

Friends to lovers; Best Friends; Mutual Pining; Fluff and Bad Jokes; Cuddles, Kisses and Confession

tw: a scene with aggressive drunk people

wc: 9662 (Chapter 1 & 2 in total)

Gyu🐻🤡: On a scale from 1-10, how adorable do you find me?

You: You’re ridiculous.

Gyu🐻🤡: Yes, you already said so, but also adorable. Gyu🐻🤡: I need it more specific now. 

You: Why?

Gyu🐻🤡: Don’t laugh Gyu🐻🤡: Writing some lyrics for the second melody 

You: And you wanna include how adorable I find you on a SCALE?

Gyu🐻🤡: You know, you could just say 'Oh, how romantic, he’s writing a song about me'

You: You write a song about how adorable you are… You: Yes, really ROMANTIC

Gyu🐻🤡: … Gyu🐻🤡: That’s only one fucking line! You don’t have the context!!! Gyu🐻🤡: Come on :(

You: 2

Gyu🐻🤡: You always need 2 in your life, huh? Gyu🐻🤡: Good that my guitar and I are always ready to be your partners in a threesome ;)

You: YOU You: ARE You: RIDICULOUS 

Gyu🐻🤡: But you love me, hehe :D

You: I should have listened to you when you warned me to not fall for you, now I’m stuck

Gyu🐻🤡: Mean!

You: :*

‘Damn it!’

The train was too late. There was no chance of getting home before 11pm now. 

You took out your phone and dialed Beomgyu’s number. However he did not pick up.

Probably still at practice, you thought. 

Annoyed you walked around the train station to find a bench that was still empty. 

Bad luck must have conquered your path today, because every seat was taken and people did not bother to put their backs down to create some space. 

How considerate, you sarcastically huffed internally.

You quickly made your way to a corner where you could wait in peace, away from the crowd. 

The day was hot and the usual already unpleasant smell of the city met the sweaty masses of people. Therefore you welcomed the colder air that the vanishing sun initiated. 

Slowly but surely the train station emptied and you finally sat down, exhaling in relief. 

Your phone screen lit up and showed a message from your best friend. 

Gyu🐻🤡: Just finished practice. What’s up?

You: Train got delayed, I’m stuck for 2 more hours, pkm 

Gyu🐻🤡: pkm?

You: PLEASE. KILL. ME.

Gyu🐻🤡: Ah. No need to be so dramatic.

You: When not now when then?

You: This sucks. I just want to be home now :(

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll pick you up. 

You: No need, thx. 

Gyu🐻🤡: Why did you call me in the first place then?

You: Cuz I’m bored when I have to wait for so long. I just wanted to hear this sweet sweet voice of yours ;)

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll be there in 30.

Gyu🐻🤡: No whining that I don’T need to come!☝️

He stood by his words and went up to you half an hour later. 

‘You didn’t have to.’, you said tiredly. 

‘Give me your bag.’, he simply said and extended his arm to reach for your bag back. 

‘Thank you.’

He walked you to his car and started the engine. Soft music started playing and the street lights passed by your window. Your eyes got heavy and you fell asleep.

*

‘Hey. Get up.’, a voice sounded close to you, while your body was shaken. 

‘What?‘

‘Get up. We’re home.’

He loosened your seatbelt and helped you out of the car. Just when you wanted to take some steps, you stumbled, but he was quick to catch you. 

‘Sorry.‘, you mumbled. 

He was already carrying your bag, but he still circled his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to give you stability while walking.

‘Long day?’, he asked. 

‘Yep. Thanks for picking me up. I really appreciate it.’

‘Hmm.‘

You arrived the door and he handed you your back. 

‘Get enough sleep.’, he advised and turned around to go back to the car without any other word. 

*

You: Thanks again for picking me up. Imma pay you back. Next meal on me?

Gyu🐻🤡: No prob. Yess! Free food! 

You: What should I order for you?

Gyu🐻🤡: No order. I have time this evening, let’s go out together!

Gyu🐻🤡: If you want to :)

You: I have to get a lot of work done, but I’ll try my best to be free this evening :) 

Gyu🐻🤡: Better hurry, I’m hungry! 

You: I’m speed 🐆

*

‘Hey Speedy!’, he greeted, already waiting in the small restaurant.

‘Speedy? Could you like NOT come up with a new silly nickname every time we meet?‘

‘Sure, Silly.’

You glared at him, but being angry at him was simply impossible when he was smiling like this. 

‘So, what you wanna eat?’

‘I already ordered.‘, he answered.

‘You could have waited for me.’, you exclaimed.

People busied themselves and the sound of plates and glasses that got carried around, placed on tables or picked op to be brought to the kitchen was audible. 

‘You always order the same every time anyway.’, he explained plainly and took a sip from his drink that was already standing in front of him when you arrived. 

’Maybe I wanted to try something new today.’

He crocked is head to the side and gave a look that said ‘yeah sure’. 

‘And Odi can fly.’

‘Okay, okay. Thank you.‘

‘See? Is it so difficult to just thank me.’

‘No. I guess it isn’t.’

A glass of water got placed in front of you and the waiter excused that the food still needed some time, but since both of you did not have to be anywhere else soon, you were not bothered.

‘How was practice yesterday? I was kinda too knocked out to ask you.’

‘Wow. And I hoped I was saved from your smalltalk for once.’

‘Hey! Asking about your day is not smalltalk.‘

‘Practice was fine.’

Silence.

‘That’s it? Fine?’, you questioned. 

‘Yep.‘, he said and took another sip from his drink, proceeding to inspect the bottle as if it was the most interesting object he has ever seen. 

‘You don’t have to tell me. It’s okay.’, you said, unable to hide your sadness about the fact that he seemed to be hiding something from you.

‘It just wasn’t a good day and I was actually really happy to get out of there and spend time with you.’, he spoke, looking away from his bottle.

‘Well, then I hope my sleeping figure was a good company.’, you laughed, but added:’You can always tell me if something is bothering you. You can let it out from time to time. No need to always play the jokester, you know.’

‘Oh? Serious mode on?’

‘Yes. Just for this split second if you don’t want more.‘

‘I don’t want more right now.’, he said and focused on the drink again. 

‘Okay. Hey, there!’, you made him look up. ’Your free meal.’, you smiled and he proceeded to smile as well. 

*

Gyu🐻🤡: Thanks for the dinner again :)

You: No need to thank me. It was my thank you to YOU for picking me up in the middle of the night. 

Gyu🐻🤡: It was just 9:30. besides I already said I was happy that I got to see you.

You: Rephrasing from ‘spending time with me’ to ‘Seeing me’? So, me sleeping is not that good of an entertaining company?

Gyu🐻🤡: Actually

Gyu🐻🤡: It is. 

You: I look funny when I’m asleep, huh? Thank you for not waking me up with with your laughters then, haha.

Gyu🐻🤡: Haha…

Gyu🐻🤡: you’re welcome

Gyu🐻🤡: anyway

Gyu🐻🤡: Do you want to come over tomorrow? I wanna beat you in some games :D

You: Don’t you have to work?

Gyu🐻🤡: Nope, I’m free :)

You: Then I of course would love to! :D

Gyu🐻🤡: Great! I have your favorite snacks here ;)

You: I already agreed. No need for convincing me, hehe

Gyu🐻🤡: Hehe, true, true. Well, then sleep tight and I’m gonna see you tomorrow at 8? 

You: Sounds perfect! Sleep well 🌙

You: We’re seeing each other 3 evenings in a row then. Make sure to not fall in love with me, haha XD

He did not text anything back that evening.

*

‘Hi.‘, he greeted you with a big grin. 

‘No silly nickname? I must have given you not usable content.’

‘You want one?’, he asked while he let you in and closed the door behind you. 

He followed you and waited for you to take off your shoes, leaning against the wall, his hand place on his chin to emphasize that he was in deep thoughts. 

‘How about sugar mommy? All the free meals I get from you, hmmm, such a great sugar mommy.‘ 

‘Oh, shut up!’

You both walked giggling to his room. 

*

‘I actually hate playing games.’, you confessed when Beomgyu stuffed one of the controller in your hand. 

He abruptly turned his head towards you and gave you a look that showed a mixture of disbelief and disgust. 

‘Why did you play with me so many times if you hate it?’

‘Because you’re funny when you’re that invested in something that I find ridiculous‘

‘Ridiculous? Are you just here to make fun of me or what?’, he said with a fake pout. 

‘No. I also find you adorable when you’re incredibly happy about winning a game and since I’m really bad in them, you can win easily.’

‘Adorable, huh?‘, he said raising his eyebrows knowingly. 

‘Ridiculous, I find you mainly ridiculous.’, you corrected. 

‘Sure.‘, he stretched the word. ‘You find me adorable, you just said so.’

You rolled your eyes and began watching him playing by himself, not interested who happened on the screen, but purely happy with the situation. 

After some time your eyelids became heavy again and you felt overwhelmed by the tiredness that accumulated over the week. 

‘It's no fun when I can’t hear you whining over losing.’, he suddenly said out loud, turning around to find you laying almost asleep. 

‘Oh, sorry.’, he whispered and put the controller down to be able to rob over to you.

He laid down next to you and placed his head on the same level of yours, two pairs of eyes meeting each other in an instant when your lids flutter open to see what he was doing. 

‘Long week?’, he questioned and when you nodded, he immediately wrapped his arm around you and caress the back of your head softly. 

‘Wanna stay here this night? I’ll make you the best breakfast ever.‘

‘You just want to make sure to get another free meal when I’m gonna thank you for letting me get some rest here.’, you mumbled, but still articulated coherently. 

‘Damn right. You have good predictions. Maybe you should consider becoming a fortune teller.‘

‘Maybe.‘, you yawned.

‘Now just sleep. I’ll fight the monsters under the bed when they try to bother you.‘

‘Thank you.’, you whispered and he kept caressing your head, not saying another word, so that you could fall asleep peacefully. 

*

The bedsheets kept rustling and you woke up due to the constant shifting of the body next to you. 

‘Gyuu.‘, you groaned and tried to reach him to make him stop moving around by putting your hand on his shoulder. He did not stop, but he eventually woke up. 

His eyes fluttered open and he sat up abruptly what caused you to wake up completely. 

‘Sorry.‘, he he mumbled and got up to leave the room. 

You waited for him to return, sensing that something was off. If you were honest he seemed off the whole week already.

The room was dark and the curtains not closed properly so that the light of the passing by cars could be seen on the wall here and there. 

It was a calm night, no rain, no strong wind. 

Beomgyu entered the room quietly and closed the door behind him, went to the bed and laid down with the back facing you. 

‘You alright?‘, you whispered, looking over his shoulder in an attempt to see his face, but it was hidden in the fluffy pillow that his head was resting on. 

‘Yes.‘, he whispered almost inaudible. 

You did not believe him, but you also did not want to keep him awake unnecessarily.

Therefore you simply grabbed the thin blanket and pulled it over his shoulders, tucking him in carefully. 

Once you laid down yourself again the weight on the mattress shifted unexpectedly again and suddenly your best friend was really close to you, his hands taking a hold onto your shirt, head nuzzling under your chin. 

‘Can we stay like this?’, he asked with a shaky voice that broke your heart. 

Now it was your turn to pat his head and play with his shoulder long hair in way that you knew would calm him. 

‘Of course.’

‘Thank you.’

*

Gyu🐻🤡: You up?

‘Why are you texting me? I’m right next to you!’

‘Not so loud. The others.’, he whispered. 

‘Is that why you’re texting?’, you said annoyed.

‘You turned around, I couldn’t see if you’re awake.’

At one point you had to get into a new position. You enjoyed having him so close to you, but your arms got numb and started to hurt right after the feeling returned to your limbs. You however could not fall asleep, too worried he might wake up again needing someone to be available to calm him down immediately. 

‘I’m awake. What’s up?’, you said and faced him, your head resting on your arm. 

‘Can we switch serious mode on for some time?’

‘Switched on,’, you said with a motion that imitated flicking a light switch.

He exhaled heavily as if he tried to ready himself.

‘This wasn’t’ a good week for me.’

‘I already thought so. What happened?’

‘Work’s not working. I’m not working well enough. I don’t know. Kinda don’t get the stuff done properly, so they cut my lines and sent me home earlier.’

You looked at him not knowing what to say. He was frustrated with himself and you could not just make that feeling go away as much as you liked to be able to.

He continued: ’I know I like what I’m doing, but at the moment I kinda feel stuck and that they limit my parts in the project isn’t helping. They said they give me more space to get inspiration and motivation again, but I feels like a waste of time.’

‘Hmm. You want me to just listen or tell you what my thoughts are?’

‘Your thoughts, please.’

‘First of all, they’re idiots for cutting your lines.’

He giggled and exclaimed: ’I asked for serious mode.’

‘I am serious.’, you whispered, pushing some hair out of his face.

‘Second of all, if you feel stuck maybe then you should distance yourself from the project. It doesn’t mean that you’re not doing a good job, it’s just that this particular piece is just not right for you in this moment. You can still work in a way that works well for you outside of the company building. If you want to of course’

‘I don’t know. My thoughts constantly circle around the same thing: How can I sing better? How can I deliver the lines better? Even out of work.’

‘Well, you’re in work mode. It needs some time to deactivate, but as I said-  if you don’t want to, you don’t have to deactivate it. Just switch it up in a way that’s fun to you.’

‘For example?’

‘Play some guitar, just how you like it. Sing just how you like, rap, I don’t know. Just do what you feel like.’

‘Hmmm. It’s actually been a while since I’ve just sat down with the guitar. I honestly miss it.‘

‘Hmm.‘

‘Sorry. You’re tired. I should have waited till morning.’

‘No, it’s fine. I couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘Thank you. I think that was enough serious mode.’

‘Okay. Then I can now tell you my various plans on how to let those people suffer who dare to not let you sing. Did they even hear your voice?’

He laughed. 

‘They did. It’s not special.’

‘I love your singing.’, you said and yawned.

‘And I love- love your incapability of resisting me. After all you find me adorable. Be careful to not fall in love with me.’

‘Shut up. Can we just go back to sleep?’

‘Of course.’, he whispered and threw his arm over you. 

However he did not close his eyes like you did. He watched you until your breath got slower and steady and smiled, carefully caressing your cheeks. 

‘You’re so beautiful, but your stupid ass thinks I’m laughing at you when you’re sleeping next to me, huh?’

*

You: Hey glue!

Gyu🐻🤡: Glue? Typo and you mean gyu?

You: Nope

You: It’s referring to you being stuck. 

You: Don’t make me explain my jokes! 

Gyu🐻🤡: Maybe you should come up with better ones then

You: Rude!

You: Anyways, how’s the guitar doing?

Gyu🐻🤡: You text me to ask about my guitar?

You: Yes. Apparently I am just using our friendship to get close to mr. guitar 

Gyu🐻🤡: i don’t think you stand a chance. Guitar and I are very close and not up for a threesome

You: This escalated quickly

You: So you’re playing?

Gyu🐻🤡: Yes, already got some good melodies together

Gyu🐻🤡: Wanna hear them?

You: YES! Send audios!

Gyu🐻🤡: I could

Gyu🐻🤡: Or we could meet in the park and I give you a mini concert

You: To rockstar glue, I can’t say nue

Gyu🐻🤡: …

Gyu🐻🤡: please stop

You: Are you quitting giving me silly nicknames then?

Gyu🐻🤡: Yes, I will

You: good

Gyu🐻🤡: park at 7?

You: sounds perfect

*

‘So, what do you think?’

‘I like the second one the most, but all are beautiful.’

‘The second one? I expected you to like the third one best.’, he said and pulled some guitar strings. 

‘Why?’

‘Just a feeling. Guess I was wrong.’

‘I like all, third one included.’, you clarified.

‘But you don’t think it’s the best.’, he stated.

‘Who cares what I think? They’re all beautiful and you came up with them, so it just can be good.’

He looked up and held eye contact.

‘I care. I made the third one thinking of what you might like, but I was wrong.’

‘I like it though!’

‘Hmmm.‘, he looked down again.

‘You know me better than I know myself, maybe I’m just wrong here?’

‘Wrong with your opinion?‘

‘Yep. You could teach me, maybe I see it then.‘, you suggested with a smile. 

Suddenly he looked up, surprise written on his face, but he quickly recovered from his shock and scooted over to you, handing you the guitar. 

‘You remember the basics?’, he asked circling his arms around you to place your hands on the right spots on the guitar. 

‘Hmm.‘, you hummed while your fingers were placed on the guitar strings. 

‘Why are yo shaking?’, he asked with a smirk, leaning in close to your ear what caused you to stiffen. 

‘I’m not.’, you declined and cleared your throat, trying to concentrate on the instrument again.

‘Sure, sure.’, he agreed sarcastically and moved your hands to create some tones.

‘Here.‘, he said, demonstrating how to play the melody slowly. 

After some messed up tries of recreating the melody you dropped your hand and leaned back against Beomgyu in frustration.

‘You were right for not adding me as a partner for a threesome, Mr. Guitar and you are better off without me here.’

He threw his head back and laughed ecstatically.

‘You did well. You just need to keep practicing and you’ll soon get the hang of it.’

‘No thanks. I rather hear you playing anyways.’

‘Your lazy ass needs some determination.’, he observed and put the guitar from your lap to the ground next to you to have space for giving you a proper hug. 

He rested his head on your shoulder and you both sat there in silence for some time. 

As if you just then realized how close you actually were you suddenly leaned away to get up.

‘I should go. It’s getting late and I have work tomorrow morning.‘

‘Yep.‘, Beomgyu plainly said and collected the blanket, snacks and his guitar from the ground and you helped him to stuff everything in his bag pack. 

You made your way back and once arrived at the train station he reminded you to text him once you were home and waved a quick ‘goodbye' once you had a seat inside of the train.

*

Gyu🐻🤡: You home?

No answer. 

Maybe the train was defect and she’s waiting for the next., he thought. 

He looked up the train connections, but according to the internet there was no delay. 

So, he decided on calling you. 

‘Beomgyu?‘

Your voice sounded weird and worry flooded his body.

‘You didn’t respond my message. Just wanna check if you’re fine.’

The sound of glass splintering was audible from your side of the connection and Beomgyu panicked. 

‘What’s going on? Where are you? Are you alright?’

He heard your fast steps and your breathing, the background noised seemed to be further away soon. 

‘Gosh. Train stations hate me.’, he heard you saying after some second.

‘The fuck is going on?’

‘We had to leave train, because they needed to do something in there, I don’t know. But those drunk dudes that were waiting at the other rail were being annoying and thought it was funny to bother me.’

He readied himself to get to you while he listened to you talking. Anger built up inside of him when you mentioned those assholes and he was ready to punch them. 

‘Are you okay? Are you away from them now? I’m on my way.‘

‘Yes, yes. I’m close by the restaurant area.’

‘Good. There are people, wait there for me.’

‘The train left. I missed the train again. Fuck, I hate this.’, you blabbered, but your voice was slightly shaking. Beomgyu recognized this. 

‘I know, I know. I’m on my way. I-’, then the phone connection was cut off.

He quickly texted you. 

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll be there in 45. Stay at the restaurant area!!!

Different from some days ago when he picked you up, he had to drive a bit longer since his dorm was further away than the company building. He just hoped that you were safe once you were surrounded by more people. 

Train stations were dangerous places, especially when it got dark. 

*

He found you immediately. You were sitting on a bench away from the crowd of people who enjoyed the evening while eating out, but still close enough to be able to reach them if those drunk guys decided on coming back to you. 

Once you saw him you stood up and walked towards him.

With no hesitation he pulled you into a hug and hid you away from the world that bothered you this evening. 

‘Did they do anything to you?’, he whispered trying to stay calm.

‘No. When I walked away they threw a bottle after me, but-’

He pulled away, gaining some distance to be able to get a proper look at you. 

‘It didn’t hit me, just the ground.’

He nodded. He was so angry and scared, but he did not want to freak out, so that you had a chance to calm down. 

‘Let’s go home.’, he spoke and held you close while walking to the car. 

*

‘Beomgyu?‘

‘Hmm.‘, he hummed while he inserted the key.

‘I- Can you stay over tonight?’

‘Sure.‘

‘Really?‘

‘Rellay.’, he assured, starting the engine and driving to your apartment. 

*

‘Take a shower. I make you something to eat.’

‘I’m not hungry.’

‘Okay.‘

He was not sure what he should do. He wanted to beat those guys up so badly, but he was aware that this would not make you feel better. To be honest he was happy that you asked him to keep you company. On the other side he did not like the circumstance at all. 

When you were done with showering and stepped into the room wearing shorts, an oversized shirt and still having wet hair, he was in awe. He knew you were oblivious towards the impact your sheer appearance had on him, however he was convinced that it started to become obvious even to you.

‘You good?’, you questioned when he just stared at you, mouth slightly open. 

‘Y- Yes. Ahem. Let me braid your hair, hm?’

‘You can braid?’, you laughed and plopped down on the bed next to him. 

‘Yes.‘, he said while arranging his sitting position behind you.

‘Since I started to have longer hair I had a good opportunity to practice.’

Carefully he brushed your hair with his fingers and pushed it back over your shoulders towards him, transitioning to slowly separating strains to start braiding. 

She must enjoy it, the way she’s leaning back, he smiled to himself and poked your back.

‘Hey, sit up straight! Otherwise I can’t do your hair.’

‘Okay…’, you groaned.

After a few more minutes he was done. 

‘Thank you.’, you sang and turned around to face him. 

‘Can I hug you?‘, he asked out of the blue.

You leaned in and threw your arms around him, but to your surprise it was no quick hug, no, he pulled you closer so that you were almost seated on his crossed legs. 

‘Why though?‘, you asked.

‘Can’t I hug my friend?’, he whispered.

‘You can. I’m just surprised.’, you explained.

He strengthened his grip around you and asked: ’Can you please sit here?’

Clumsily you climbed onto his lap, accidentally hitting his head.

‘Sorry.‘, you said worried and caressed the spot that you hit. 

Softly he led your hand down by holding it with his own, his thumb caressing your palm.

‘It’s fine.‘, he whispered, looking you deep in the eyes before he engulfed you in his embrace again. 

‘I was worried when you didn’t text and then… your voice sounded so different and then there was this sound of shattering glass and you running and, and… Oh my god, you’re alright, aren’t you? I swear if those idiots did anything to you I-’

‘I’m fine. I really am… now.’, you interrupted him. 

‘Not gonna lie, I was really really scared. I already don’t like waiting for the train in the dark, because there are always some unpredictable drunk people, but normally I manage to not run into them. I don’t know, but they were pretty aggressive today.’, your voice began to shake at the last sentence and Beomgyu felt your body tensing up in the memory of this evening’s confrontation. 

He patted your head and assured you:’It’s over. You’re safe now.’

Your sniffles caused him to pull away in an instant to hold your face in both his hands and wipe away the tears with his thumbs. Nevertheless he could not take having even this little amount of distance between you, so he pulled your body back and let your head nuzzle into his chest without saying a word. 

Once you calmed down and your crying stopped he pushed himself to the edge of the bed and got up to leave the room just to return a moment later with some tissues and a glass of water that he handed you right away. 

‘Look at me.’, he whispered lifting your head gently with two fingers. 

Carefully he let the fabric soak up the salty water around your eyes and gave your scalp a little massage with the other hand. Squatting down in front of you to be on your level allowed him to observe you from up close. This caused him not only to glance at your lips that seemed to be like magnets for his eyes, but also allowed him to see the goosebumps creeping over your skin and he stood up, turned around and grabbed the nearest sweater that he could find to hand it over to you. 

‘Here.‘

‘I’m not cold.’

‘Oh, I thought you were freezing.‘

‘I’m not, but thanks.’

‘Ahm, okay.‘, he said awkwardly, ripped out of his trance that captured him when he was up close to you. He busied himself with throwing away the used tissues and refilling the glass in case you needed some water later. 

‘Gyu?‘

‘Huh?‘, he realized he was standing in the middle of the room spacing out.

‘Thank you.’

He flipped his hand in a ‘It’s-nothing’ gesture and made his way to your bed to plop down onto the mattress.

You laid down next to him.

‘No joke about how ugly I look when I’m crying?’

‘Fuck!‘, he sat up.

‘Please, I can’t do this anymore! You look fucking beautiful when you’re sleeping, when you’re crying, when you just sit there failing on playing guitar, when you enter a restaurant, you always are so beautiful. And those idiots, I swear, I fucking swear, I’m gonna beat them up when I see them there again. No one is allowed to make you cry, no one is allowed to scare you like that. You’re gonna tell me when you’re waiting for the train in the future. I make sure you get home safely. You’re gonna call me the second you feel even slightly anxious out there or wherever-‚

‘Gyu-‘

‘No! You need to promise me this. You’re going to contact me the millisecond you need someone to talk to you. You contact me if you need me to stay over or if you want to stay over at my place or whatever- I-’

‘Gyuuu!’

‘I want you to stop making fun of yourself or expect that I make fun of you like this. I don’t pick you up to have someone to laugh about and I don’t want to spend time with you, because I want to laugh about you. I want to laugh with you and hear your laugh and see you happy and-…’, he stopped his outburst with teary eyes, realizing what he was about to confess. 

‚Beomgyu...‘

You open your arms and now it was on him to snuggle into you embrace. 

‘I just like you a lot, you know…’, he whispered, scared of your reaction and disappointed that he could only express himself with such an underestimation. 

He felt your head on his and your arms tighten around him.

‘I don’t know when exactly serious mode got switched on, but I really, really, really like you too, a lot.’

He enjoyed this moment for a few more seconds trapped between your body and your arms, but then he pulled away, proceeding to place his hands on your shoulders. 

‘So you were really not freezing, huh?’

‘Nope.‘, you laughed and blushed. 

‘And you you really do find me adorable.’

‘And ridiculous, don’t forget the ridiculous part here, if you’re already stating the obvious.’

‘Mean!‘, he fake pouted for a second until he began to smile.

Ridiculously in love with you, like the biggest fool ever, he thought. 

‘Good that you reminded me of that.’, he beamed and let his body hit the mattress energetically and opened his arms signaling you to lay on top of him. 

*

He did not know how long you stayed in this position. The way your weight felt on top of him was just perfect and he got to caress your head, your face, your shoulders, your back, your arms and he got to play with your hands, your fingers as well as feeling them in his hair, on his face, caressing him too. It literally felt like time stopped. 

‘Don’t go to work tomorrow. Call in sick. Take a day to rest.’, he begged without expecting you to agree. However that was exactly what you did. 

‘Okay. Give me my phone, it’s on the shelf there.’

‘Didn’t think that would be so easy… Here.’, he handed it over and you quickly wrote an email explaining what happened at the train station and that you needed a day off. 

‘Is it that easy to skip work?’, he asked while lazily dragging his hands over your upper back. 

‘Yes, they’re pretty chill.’, you mumbled. 

‘What time is it?’, he asked sleepily. 

’One.‘

‘Hmm. Wanna sleep?’

‘Yes.‘, you said and yawned. 

‘What you’re doing?’, Beomgyu asked surprised.

‘Giving you space to sleep?‘

He reached out to you, turning on his side and dragged you close again.

'No. Don’t need space, don’t want space. Want you close.’

He lifted his head and looked down on you. 

‘If you want that too. We don’t have to. I-’

You tapped his head to make him lay down properly again and once he did you snuggled into him, holding him by his waist. 

He understood and could not supress his smile, throwing one leg over you and collected the fabric of your big shirt until it hugged your body as if it would be your size. 

‘Good night.‘, you whispered and he answered: ’If you snore I adorably kick you off the bed.’

‘It’s my bed. You’re ridiculous and I DON’T snore.’

‘Tell that your blocked nose.’

‘I will just use your shirt then.‘

‘Don’t you dare!‘, he giggled, ’It’s fine, your snoring is kind of relaxing.’

‘Please just shut up and let me sleep.’

'Only because you said please.’

He waited for you to fall asleep. He looked at you and even though he told you that he liked you a lot and you told him you felt the same, he did not feel like much changed. Nothing really changed and he kind of liked exactly that very much. 

*

‘God! Why you have alarm activated?’, he groaned and searched for your phone.

‘Where is your fucking phone?’

‘What?‘, you asked half asleep, legs intertwined with his and trapped half on top of his body.

‘Got it!.’, he exclaimed in victory, deactivated the alarm, throw the phone somewhere on the other end of the bed and relaxed on the mattress again, laying on his back with arms and legs taking up the whole surface. 

The blanket was lazily hanging over only one of his legs while the rest was wrapped around your figure. He did not care since you radiated enough warmth for him to be comfortable.

‘Great. Now I’m fully awake.’, he stated annoyed. 

‘Sorry. Forgot to turn it off.’

‘I kind of heard that.’

‘Sorryyy.‘, you whined and nuzzled your face into his shirt. 

He enjoyed this moment way too much, he thought. He loved feeling you close, especially in the morning. It was too cheesy to tell you again how much he liked you and he did not want to be so serious, but he was seriously in love with you and even though he did not directly deny it he did not confess it to himself let alone to you completely either. 

‘We could kiss. If you can’t sleep anyway.‘, he heard you suggesting and thought he was dreaming, so he slapped himself in the face. 

In shock you sat up and starred at him. 

‘What the fuck was that for?’

‘This is a dangerous dream. I need to wake up or I go completely delulu.’

‘Excuse me, what?’

Now he sat up as well, facing you.

‘You can’t just boldly suggest that we kiss!’

Shock was written all over his face.

Dramatically you sank down onto the bed again and exhaled audibly.

‘Well, then I must have hallucinated you starring at my lips that often yesterday.’

‘I- I- I did not?‘ 

You pointed at him. ‘Liar!‘

He blinked a few times and decided if you could play this game he could do so more that ever. 

So, he shifted his weight onto his arms that he placed left and right from you to hover right above you. The way you opened your eyes a bit more than the usually were and gasped slightly in surprise, showed him that you were not even closely as bold here as you pretended to be. 

God, if she’s just half as weak for me as I am for her…

‘What if I did? And what if I keep looking at your lips- What will you do about it, huh?’, he whispered and smirked when instead of an answer  he got to see your skin being floated by a shiver again. 

‘Hmm, you’re always freezing when I’m this close? I didn’t know I was this extraordinary cool.’

You could not hold it in anymore and started laughing

He realized how silly he must have sounded and started laughing at himself as well.

‘Am I not cool or what?‘, he asked with a laughter, fully aware that he was far from being cool.

‘You are, you are!.’, you said with a fading last laughter. 

He saw your eyes glimming in tear, but they were not tears like some hours ago, those were happy tears and just loved how happy and shiny your eyes looked at him. 

Fuck, get yourself together, idiot!, he reminded himself.

‘You’re adorable.’, you whispered. 

‘Not cool?’, he whispered as well.

‘Adorably cool.’

‘I think I can work with that.’

‘Hmm.‘

‘Look who’s now glancing at MY lips the whole time.‘, he smirked. 

‘I’m literally not denying it.‘

‘Bold.‘

‘Don’t we have too much hair to be considered bald?’

He shook his head at your bad pun and blurted out: ‘Gosh, why do I love so much you when your jokes are the worst ever.’

You looked at him in shock and he realized what he just said. 

Quickly he got back up and looked away.

‘Fuck.‘, he cursed. 

‘Maaaan, what if I wanted to tell you first? You could have at least asked before you tell me that you love me.’, you said with a pout. 

‘Please don’t joke about this.’, he said sadly, burrying his head in his hands so that his hair fell over it, covering him. 

‘Beomgyu.‘

‘Hmm.‘

‘I love you too.’

*

‘I said you shouldn’t joke about this.’

‘I’m not joking.’

Finally he looked up, slowly turning his head towards you.

‘You’re not?’

‘No.'

He turned around completely, still processing what you said. 

You both sat there with crossed legs as if you were about to gossip about the most recent news like always. It felt so similar, but so different, in a good way, in an exciting way.

‘Say it again, please.‘, he whispered and took your hands. 

Without hesitation you repeated: ‘I love you.’

‘Fuck, I love you too, so, so much.’, he said desperately, squeezing your hands, because he needed to hold onto something to not completely fall. 

He touched your face and caressed your skin gently, touching you to prove to himself that you were really right in front of him.

‘May I kiss you?’, he whispered, not because he was unsure, but because he felt like this moment was so vulnerable that even his voice could destroy everything.

‘I literally suggested it a few minutes ago.‘, you smiled.

‘That’s not a clear enough answer.’, he said seriously, still having is hand on the side of your head.

‘Yes, please kiss me.’, you whispered and gave his hand that you were still holding an assuring squeeze. 

He slowly let his hand wander to your waist, pulling you on his lap while glancing from your eyes to your lips and back. 

Once he had you as close as he needed you he held your face in his hands softly. 

For the longest time you just sat there starring into each others eyes, in reality it was probably just a couple of seconds. 

Your hand playing with his hair softly made him quit his trance and he slowly leaned in, holding himself back for a millisecond right before he could kiss you, just to proceed to place his lips onto yours as lightly as a feather. 

His tongue licked over your lips gently what caused you to blush and smile, so he finally kissed you properly.

He held onto you the whole time, started with his hands holding your face first, but letting them wander to hold your waist, collecting the fabric of your shirt in his fists. 

Even when you both pulled back to breath he did not let too much distance between your bodies. 

He leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

‘I so hope this is not a dream.’, he whispered. 

‘Ouch!‘, he yelled and sat back. 

‘You’re not dreaming, my friend.’

‘You need to pinch me for proof or what?’, he asked and started to tickle you.

‘No, please, not, Gyu.’, you exhaled between laughters. 

He hovered over your flattened body again and held you down by your wrists. 

‘Please, don’t call me friend.‘, he whispered seriously.

‘What else do you want me to call you then?‘, you whispered back.

‘Boyfriend? Can I be your boyfriend?‘, he asked quietly with big doe eyes, his hair hanging in his face due to his position, waiting for your answer. 

‘Yes.‘, you whispered with a smile. 

He let his body sing down on yours and snuggled his face in between your neck and shoulder, feeling your arms freeing from his hold and hugging him. 

‘Wanna sleep? It’s still early.’, you whispered. 

‘No. I’m just gonna wake up and think it was all a dream.‘, he mumbled. 

*

Gyu🐻🤡: Yo, Sugar Mommy! Wanna get dinner together this evening?

You: Only if you pay.

Gyu🐻🤡: Ah, someone is in need of a Sugar Daddy.

You: That someone you’re talking about is your girlfriend and she needs food and not an insight to your list of kinks today.

Gyu🐻🤡: So food today and kinks tomorrow?

Gyu🐻🤡: Sounds like a plan.

You: Why again did I fall for you?

Gyu🐻🤡: Because you find me adorable.

You: …

You: When and where today?

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll pick you up from work at 8?

You: Make it 9

Gyu🐻🤡: Do they make you work longer again?

You: Yes, maybe someone shouldn’t have skipped work randomly.

Gyu🐻🤡: Was it worth it tho?

You: I’ll tell you when I see what we’re gonna eat later

Gyu🐻🤡: So you connect my worth with the food that I provide?

You: I’m hungry, so… yes.

Gyu🐻🤡: wow

Gyu🐻🤡: but okay. See you later :)

Gyu🐻🤡: I love you! :*

You: And I told you to be careful to not fall for me 

Gyu🐻🤡: Could you just text it back? :(

You: XD

You: I love you too! ❤️

*

‘I have to go there by train tomorrow.’, you said while collecting the food on your fork. 

‘No, I already organized an alternative for you.‘, he explained and took a bite from his burger. 

‘You can’t prevent me from taking the train forever.’

‘That’s true, but when I can I am going to. No whining.’, he instructed and pointed at you. 

‘Okay, okay. How was work?’

‘It’s getting better, I feel the recent songs much more.’

‘That’s great.’, you chirped and smiled at him. 

‘Don’t do this.’

‘What?‘, you asked confused. 

‘Being so beautiful. It just makes me wanna kiss you.’

‘We can do that later.’

‘You can’t just suggest that so openly!’

‘How can I not when your eyes are glued to my lips 24/7?’

‘They’re not!’

You looked at him knowingly.

‘So what? You’re my girlfriend. Can’t I look forward to kissing you?’

You smiled and took another bite, shaking your head.

‘What?‘

Now it was on him being confused.

‘You’re adorable and I love you, that’s it.’

He smiled and you two continued your dinner, talking and bickering like you always did. The only thing that changed was that your smile for each other was less hidden and that the random love confession within a conversation made you be silent in happiness for a brief moment. 

*

Gyu🐻🤡: I love you! :*

You: I love you too! ❤️

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TXT Scenario Request

hi hii i have a small txt requestt please! when you lace your fingers between theirs,, like holding their hands, or playing with their hands when they're talking to another person 🥺  (i wish to do this with soobin but atlas it's not my time yet *dramatic sigh*)

TW: presentation anxiety (Taehyun), social anxiety (Taehyun); alcohol consumption (Kai), invasion of privacy (Kai)

WC: ~3300

Yeonjun

Yeonjun is taking you on a business event with him, and even though you enjoy seeing him all dressed up, decorated in an abundance of jewellery, you still feel slightly out of place. The unfamiliar location, as well as the prestigious personas that are scurrying around the place cause you to feel lost. Optimistically, you focus on the great feeling of being dressed up yourself, intention on every detail of your evening's appearance and with Yeonjun's arm around your waist, there is no way you could get lost in the feeling of nervousness and uncertainty. 

You give your best listing to the conversations, adding polite laughters at jokes and welcoming greetings whenever you encounter people that you know belong to Yeonjun's daily work life. Nonetheless, the later hours take a toll on you, and you find yourself quieter and quieter. During one particular boring conversation, your slim amount of focus shifts to Yeonjun's hand on your waist. Pretty rings sparkle around his fingers, and you start to trace their outlines where metal meats skin. 

That is the first time that he keeps glancing at you more often during conversing, and when you stop your fingers' movements only to hold onto his thumb, he says goodbye and leads you into a quieter corner of the room. 

'Tired?', he asks, and you watch your reflection, his eyes, when you nod. 

'Let's eat something and then leave', he suggests, and manoeuvred you to the tables to sit down. 

He gently brushes your hair back and tie it in a pony tail before he lets you eat your soup and when you almost fall asleep in the taxi on the way home, announces that he will carry you whether you are still awake or not. Staying true to his words, holding you bridal style throughout the whole elevator ride, allowed him to experience your hand landing back on his on your waist and even though he loves it, he has to tell you to hold onto his shoulders properly to remain balance. At the latest, when you are finally tucked into bed, he gets to slide his palm against the back of your hand and gently hold you through the process of shifting into the embrace of sleep. 

Soobin

He is laughing at one of Beomgyu's jokes, you observe. It makes you automatically smile as well. When Soobin is attentively listening, you find yourself immensely concentrated, studying his face with every nuance that you are able to see from afar. 

'It's gonna melt if you wait longer', the man behind you says and when you turn around to the sound of his voice you are remembered of the ice cream you just ordered for Soobin and you. 

Quickly, you take the two small bowls from the counter and wonder if you should just walk over to Soobin or wait here for him. Being allowed to call him your boyfriend is still new to you and especially in a situation like this, when he runs into his friends and is chatting with them, you are uncertain in which Soobin prefers your presence. After all, you don't want to make him feel uncomfortable around his friends by being too clingy and taking up his attention. 

Calmly, you walk over to the small group and silently hand Soobin his ice cream. His dimples appear in a thankful smile directed at you. You keep listening to Soobin's friends and linger around without speaking a word to not disturb anyone, but your fingers turn cold as they clutch onto the bowl of melting scoops of ice. The sun is shining directly on you and when you look at Soobin again, you find his eyes shimmering in the warm summer light, the brown of his iris appears in more depths, reminding you of a sunset in a forest. He is beautiful and you could admire every detail of him for hours. The urge to be closer to him, to feel his presence through your skin overcomes you, and you shiny let your hand glide against his palm. 

You don't expect him to push you directly away, but doubt of such closeness in public is okay for him remains. His automatic action of gracing your hand in his fingers, however, assures you immediately. It is him who starts playing with your fingers while accompanying his friends' conversation. Only when they leave he seems to register that he is holding your hand, his face lightning up in surprise.Wordlessly, he starts walking with you to the next bench, seeking out the comfortability of shade to finally eat his ice cream in peace. 

'Please do it often', he says.

He pushes the pink spoon into his mouth and looks at you with big eyes. 

'Buying you snacks?', you ask in a snort, already decided to buy him all the snacks he wants even before he asked you if he can be your boyfriend. 

'Taking my hand. I like it. Makes me feel good'.

Beomgyu

'No, I stay here tonight', you hear Beomgyu say in a yawn when you enter your bedroom, the only source of light being his phone screen. 

He is already lying in bed, occupying a pillow in his arms and another one under his head while he is lazily holding the phone up. Even from afar, you can see the tiredness in his eyes, and it is undeniable when you hear to his slurred words as he keeps talking into his phone. 

As quiet as possible, you close the door and shuffle through the dark over to him. He lets out grunt when you pull the pillow he is embracing away to put it onto your side of the bed so that you can lie down comfortably. The low humming of the muffled voice sounds from the phone, and the death of Beomgyu's sleepy voice when he offers short replies lures you into the space of sleep. Intuitively, you push yourself against Beomgyu and circle one arm around his torso. You find his hand resting on his stomach and take it without thinking any further about it. 

Neither him nor you are able to see his cheeks reddening as a reaction, but the night's darkness cradles the effect you have on the man next to you perfectly. Beomgyu himself only feels the warmth in his body when he starts to shutter in quiet excitement instead of responding to Soobin with a sense of annoyance. He leaves him alone not long after and with the vanishing light of the phone, Beomgyu is pulling you perfectly into his embrace, trusting the darkness to conceal every of his facial hints of his inner contentment having you in his arms instead of a boring pillow.   

Taehyun 

You prepared well, memorized al the topics, and practised the explanations of the graphics. Even the group preparations that are always a struggle to arrange went better than any other you had in your past semesters, yet the unpleasant feeling of your heartbeat suffocating you makes its way to your throat, kicking off your ability to speak without an obvious tremble in your voice. The stress makes you immensely dizzy, and every breath you manage to take that is supposed to calm you only causes you to be reminded of your weakness. 

Unfortunately, you are the first of your group that arrives at the classroom. Nervously, you sit down and observe every additional student, hoping one of your group mates might be the next one. The clock is ticking, and it is getting close to the seminar's start, and the powerpoint presentation is still not set up. The professor smiles at you sympathetically, nodding towards the blackboard. You hesitantly get up and collect your notes, and the jacket is still draped over your shoulders because you want to hide away, even if the only accessible hideout is some layers of fabric. 

Two of your group members make their way to their seats in the back row, not even looking at you and starting to talk. There is no single recognition of even knowing you, and you wonder if they forgot of today's task. Shyly, you try to create eye contact, making them look at where they should be standing, in the front by your side. However, one of them just shrugs and raises his eyebrows. 

'Do you have a laptop with you?', you ask, hoping one of them are considerate enough to bring the powerpoint presentation as a backup. 

'Just use yours', he speaks loudly and nods to the MacBook in front of you.

'It's not connecting to the internet', you inform them, embarrassed to not be able to provide and having to ask them to help you out, even if it is also their coursework. 

Reluctantly, they make their way to the front, laughing and again ignoring you, while you wonder where Taehyun is. He is usually punctual, sitting down in the row in front of you only a few minutes after you arrive. Maybe he got sick, you wonder. Just when the class begins, he rushes inside, apologizes quickly, and finds his way to the front, his papers filled with key notes already in his hands. 

It gets warm, and despite the relief of being completely ready, the awaiting task of speaking in front of people takes away your energy. Even the action of taking off your jacket is overwhelming. You fear the attention that your movements might channel, pulling people's eyes in your direction. You somehow manage, placing the jacket on the empty table in front of, secretly with the intention of creating a barrier between you and the rest. The feeling of being left alone with such an intense internal battle and the awareness of its rational needlessness as well as the demanded focus on your task to not give into the sabotage of your near future in form of your grade makes you so dizzy that you have to hold onto the desk. You don't even care how you appear to the people around you anymore. All you want is this to be done and over. 

When the professor is asking if you are ready and your group mates agree to starting you pull yourself together as well as possible, pushing up your sleeves and stepping back from the table to seem confident, hopefully tricking your brain to believe it, too. 

While the first of your members starts to present his part of the topic, you look at Taehyun, who is silently studying his notes, preparing to take over in a few minutes. Carefully, you lift your hand to check how much you are actually shaking to calculate the necessary strength for delivering your words audibly through the room. When you look to your side again, you find Taehyun returning your gaze, shifting his focus to your hand for only a second, only to have his pupils meeting yours again. 

'Nervous?', he mouthes and you press your lips together and give him a tiny nod. 

You have to look away in embarrassment, annoyed at your inconvenience, but something brushes against your hand, interrupting your self-loathing. Taehuyn steps to the front to present his information, leaving you partly covered behind him. He hold his notes up with one hand, not even looking at them, but waving the paper through the air as he speaks. His other hand rests on his back. He probably appears elegant and calm with that posture, but he also curls his index finger two times, signalling you to take his hand. 

Hesitantly, wondering if you are understanding correctly, you intertwine your fingers with his and receive an assuring squeeze followed by a calming row of brushes of his thumb over the side of your hand. Throughout the presentation, he finds ways to ground you. One time, when you need the pointer to use the graphics effectively, he is the one handing it over to you. His back being turned towards the crowd allows him to gift you an obvious smile and an additional motivating nod. When it is time to stay quiet and let the other's talk, he makes sure to stay close to, even letting you slightly lean against him when you feel like fainting again. Instead of sitting down in front of you, he settles for the chair next to you. His hand finds yours under the table right away and when the class is busy searching for their notes to be able to converse with the professor whois taking over the rest of the seminar, he asks you if you need to go outside to take a break. 

'No, it's fine', you whisper back, thankful for him taking care of you, yet the embarrassment remains. 

'Do you want space or me to stay close?', he checks in again and manages to scare away the bothersome shame that works hard to occupy you.

'Could you keep holding my hand?', you plead, trusting that he is up for doing so without judging you right now, and he nods.

'Just relax. You can have my notes later', he whispers and diligently starts writing along the professors words, while you can just sit and feel his warm occupation of your hand spreading through your body, luring you into comfortability that is secured by the fact that taking a break right now, will not come to disadvantage you later. 

Kai

You drank more than you planned to, but is it your fault when you had access to some surprisingly delicious drinks? It's not like you are doing this every weekend, so it should be fine, right? Justifying questions bounce through your head as you are trying to put one foot in front of the other to keep up with your friends. Their words and laughters echo gently through the street, and you enjoy how calm they are even after a full night of partying and consuming alcohol. 

'You can't let one party go without chatting up at least two women, can you?', Yeonjun asks Taehyun, who is happily grinning at his phone screen, on which probably messages under the new collection of numbers are appearing. 

'They're gorgeous. I'm gorgeous. They like me. I like them. It would be a waste of experience if mutually interested people ignored each other', he explains and frantically types on his phone. You bet he's incorporating several typos, not only due to excitement. 

'Let me check before you send', Kai pleads and takes Taehyun's phone, the contrast of clouded minds evident based on their movements alone. 

Your own mind is sabotaging any smooth succession of steps, and you are clumsily bumping into Kai's arm. Not knowing how to help yourself, you hold onto him, causing him to stop and look at you with a gentle smile. The others don't register that you two stopped walking. 

'Wanna read?', Kai whispers, tilting the phone screen into your direction. It isn't the most polite thing to do, just leaking Taehyun's chats, but honestly speaking, sooner or later either Taehyun himself would send screenshots into the shared group chat, bragging how wonderful the people he collects happen to be, indirectly sharing how happy he is, or Kai would just sneakily tell you when you two are sitting together exchanging the newest gossip. 

'No, thakns', you slur in a whisper, your head spinning and the ground weirdly unstable. 

'Thakns?', Kai chuckles, gaining awareness of how gone you are. 

Absentmindedly, you tap against his hand, and he looks down at it, wondering what you are pointing at. 

'May I hold?', you ask, desperately looking at him, because you can't think of anything better than holding hands to ground yourself. 

'Ay! Did you just want to steal a phone?', Beomgyu yells from several meters in front of you, and Kai quickly opens his hand and anticipates you laying yours onto his palm. With a gentle tug, he pushes his fingers between yours and pulls your hand into perfect alignment with his own. He starts walking carefully and observes your ability to follow until you are next to your friends again. 

Kai slips the phone with the corrected messages into Taehyun's hand and laughs at him for making an abundance of absurd typos while you trace your thumb along Kai's warm skin on his soft palm. At one point, you lift his hand to be able to watch the way your finger presses into him because you are fascinated by how warm he is in contrast to your tired freezing body. You have to see that he is real. Besides, it is a great distraction from the fact that you have absolutely no strength to control your body beyond the well trained automatic movements of walking, and even those appear to be a challenge. 

Yeonjun is looking at you weirdly, and you let yourself fall back half a step to be shielded by Kai's frame. You hear a distant chuckle and let your head fall against Kai's arm in embarrassment. He pulls his hand away from yours and hurries to circle his arm around you, offering his hand on the other side of your body for you to take again, while embracing you in maximum stability that he has to offer in this moment. 

The close proximity warms you up, and despite the surroundings appearing blurry and bizarre to your drugged mind, you feel safe and happy. A little giggle slips out of your lips, and as you are pushing yourself a bit closer against Kai to cope with your embarrassment once again, he tightens his embrace with a low chuckle himself. You wonder if the others are able to see you or if they are too deeply invested in their own business right now. However, Kai's warmth and care are too overwhelmingly beautiful for you to worry about much else. He continues talking to the other's as if nothing is going on and in your next moment of consciousness you find yourself in his room whining about just sleeping on the sofa in the living room, not wanting to take up his space.

'If you can let go of my hand and walk over there yourself, I let you sober up alone', he announces and you feel your stubbornness causing you to let go of him, but after only two steps towards the door you stumble and almost hit the floor if Kai hadn't caught you as if he was already waiting for you to trip. 

'M sorry', you sigh ashamed and clutch onto him, believing to not be able to get through the night without him holding onto you. 

'It's okay. It's all good', he assures, and you find his gentle smile welcoming you into a zone of serenity. 

'I shouldn't've drank s'much', you chuckle and help Kai pulling you up, by pushing your feet against the floor, an action that feels unfamiliar to you, as if you had to calculate how the surface behaves in regards to your movements against it. 

'Hmmm, you enjoyed yourself', he hums and sits you onto his bed. 

'Let's just make sure you sleep it off', he advises and pulls the blanket back to lay you down.

'I'll make your bed stink', you warn, but he just shakes his head in an amused smile. 

'That's only post sleep relevance. All there is to do now is sleep a bit', he explains and maneuvers you to lay down, pointing at the floor where he deposited a bucket in case you need to throw up and you barely register your own voice when you ask him to sleep next to you because you want to keep holding his hand. You already closed your eyes when he takes up half of the bed, keeping a respectful distance with only his arm extended and his hand covering yours.