#anon this is soooo domestic and sweet i’m lovesick !!

[joojeans]

good day/eve, sno! can i request hyung line playing with your hair 🥹 i love me some fluff~ tysm!

hii, darling! ♡ absolutely you can. the teamies are such angels so the fluff writes itself 🥹

&team hyung line: playing with your hair

k: you blink the sleep from your eyes, squinting as even the low light of the room is too bright for you first thing in the morning. you tighten your hold around k’s waist, eyes closing again as you nuzzle your head further into his chest. you can tell he’s already awake, his hand gliding through your locks over and over, threatening to lull you back to sleep. “how long have you been awake?” you ask, your voice still raspy. “a little while. i didn’t want to wake you. you were sleeping so soundly.” you hum and lift your head, resting your chin on him, not trusting your ability to hold yourself up on your own quite yet. “you could’ve woken me,” you pout, batting your lashes sweetly, playfully. k smiles at you, tucking your hair behind your ear and following the length of the strands with his fingers. “you’re awake now.” he lets his hand travel to the top of your head and ruffles your hair. “and you look so cute with your hair all messy like this.”

fuma: “fuma, i’m so tired,” you whine as you kick your shoes off by the front door. fuma looks up from his phone and smiles fondly, leaning back into the couch and patting his lap. “come here, y/n. lay your pretty head in my lap and relax.” you don’t need to be told twice. you make your way over to fuma, carefully climbing onto the couch and adjusting yourself until your head is in his lap, legs outstretched. you look up at him and pout, making him chuckle as his hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking it rhythmically. “long day, baby?” you nod, your bottom lip still jutted out. “mm, let’s let you decompress for a while by watching something on tv. anything you want.” you sigh, feeling content as you lean into fuma’s hand for a moment before turning to reach for the remote on the table. “stay like that,” fuma says softly, situating a decor pillow under your head for your comfort as you lay on your side. “there we go, pretty,” he coos when he sees your body relaxing, his hands snaking through your hair, fingernails occasionally scratching lightly at your scalp. “much better, hm?”

nicholas: a chorus of hellos grace your ears when you let yourself into the dorm as you’ve done so many times before. “hey to you guys, too.” your eyes search for nicholas amongst the couches and chairs and bodies on the floor playing video games. he’s already smiling at you by the time you find him, winking and holding out his arms for you. you’re all too happy to go straight to him, letting him pull you down onto his lap on the couch. “hi, baby,” he coos, turning you slightly so he can take in your outfit, eyes raking you up and down. “you look so cute today.” his eyes sparkle as he looks at you, his hand petting your hair adoringly. “you always say i look cute.” you tease, trying to stop yourself from blushing like you know he wants. “and? it’s not my fault you always look cute.” as if to keep you from rebutting him, he nuzzles himself into your hair, tickling you as his hand finds yours, lacing his fingers through it.

euijoo: “you look tired.” euijoo notes out loud, eyes softening as he looks at you with concern. “i am tired,” you admit. “but i still need to braid my hair before i can sleep.” a few moments of silence pass while euijoo thinks, you slipping into the bathroom to get your hairbrush. euijoo’s reflection shows up behind you in the mirror and you hear his soft voice. “let me try to do it for you.” your heart swells. you’re not sure if you trust him to do something you’ve done every night for years, but you love that he wants to try. “okay.” you smile at each other through the mirror before making your way back to the bedroom. euijoo sits behind you on the bed, slowly and carefully brushing your hair. it feels so nice—intimate. you try to focus on pulling up a tutorial for him on your phone, but it’s hard because the brushing feels extra soothing when he does it. you hand your phone to him when he’s done with the brush and he looks excited to do something for you. “not too tight,” you warn, euijoo nodding his understanding. you shiver as you feel his hands starting to gather your hair. “don’t worry. i’m a fast learner.”