#intak x reader fluff

[moonstrvckz]

hai ! ur ateez bf insta stories were so cute can i request a p1h version please ?

instagram stories with bf keeho !

keeho | jiung | intak | theo | soul | jongseob

💌: hai:3 thank yous for requesting i needed something to do instead of bedrotting😕🙏

[cosmicalily]

ʚɞ 'busy woman' an ot6 𝒑1𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒚 smau by @cosmicalily ★ view 𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓻𝔂 ʚɞ

୨ৎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: texting piwon 'she's busy rn' ♡ "yeah i'm a busy woman, i wouldn't let you come into my calendar any night." - '𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏' by sabrina carpenter

ʚɞ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: me when i find another group to reuse this damn prompt on (please tell me you're not sick of it bc i think it's hysterical) ʚɞ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: imagine dragons

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[blue-jisungs]

hi can i ask how p1harmony would act if their partner run out of social battery in public settings? thank youu

when you run out of social battery ♡

# author's note … wow i haven’t written in this format for a while <\3

┆彡 KEEHO [ 기호 ]

you’re both chill and stubborn so good luck with that :p

you always try to act like you’re not tired but if keeho asks you, you tell him the truth

if its an event he really really really wanted to attend you’ll both stay until he’s done but you can be assured he’ll pamper you later <3

and during too!

“one more hour, okay? there’s still some people i wanted to talk to” he pouted slightly and you just nodded, sending him a lazy smile “i’ll grab you a drink, hm?”

you watched him have fun and that warmed your heart. he was all giddy and excited, you just didn’t have the gut to go home now.

once he was done and satisfied, he ordered an uber and wrapped an arm around you waiting for it to arrive. your eyes were half closed, nuzzling into him for assurance.

“i’m so proud, you know? thank you for holding on, i really appreciate it. love you” he hummed and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“anything for you. can you scratch my back when we go to sleep though?” you asked, raising your head up. keeho grinned with a nod.

“of course”

┆彡 INTAK [ 인탁 ]

he could be in the middle of a concert and see a glimpse of tiredness on your face and call it a day

he’s soooo chivalrous:( he’ll take the blame so you don’t feel guilty for going home earlier

(even if you protest)

intak bursted out laughing at a joke one of his friends cracked and with a corner of his eye he saw your bland reaction. it was a sign you’re out of your social battery; well, you started feeling exhausted earlier - you became non verbal a while ago and started fiddling with your purse.

one look it took for you two to communicate that you’re tired. you opened your lips to announce it but intak grabbed your hand under the table and let out a sudden, loud gasp that even startled you.

“ah, i forgot i have practice tomorrow. shit, we moved it and it totally slipped my mind… the joke about aliends just reminded me… you know, soul… well, whatever. we’ll keep going, im so so sorry!” he said normally, rubbing your skin and sending his friends an apologetic smile “let’s do this again soon, guys! i had so much fun! let me know when you get home, okay?”

they were not too happy about it but let you go, minutes later you two sitting in a cab.

“you’re crazy” you grunted and pressed a kiss onto his cheek. seeing you a bit more relaxed now was worth it.

“i was getting tired too, either way.”

┆彡 THEO [ 테오 ]

hes just so into whats happening that more often than not he kind of misses the stage when you run out of your battery :(

he feels really guilty when he does though so u can be sure the second he realizes you’re like,, half asleep, he’s taking you home

wont admit but lowkey ur sleepy state is far more worth observing than whatever he was doing at the social outing

“and then i won! literally snatched the ball from his hands and–” taeyang was explaining how he absolutely destroyed intak in a basketball game they had recently, when keeho nudged his arm.

“your partner is sleeping on seob. and he’s also asleep” the leader snickered and theo’s eyes widened as he scanned the place in search of you. eventually, he saw you and the youngest asleep on the couch. your head leaning on his shoulder, seob’s head resting on yours. a soft smile formed on taeyang’s lips.

“let’s get them home” he snickered and stood up. guilt washed over him that he didn’t notice earlier.

he gently woke you up, sleepy eyes meeting his. theo tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“hi, sleepyhead. sorry for not noticing earlier” he hummed and you just shook your head in protest.

“it’s okay, jongseob is a nice pillow” you snickered and your boyfriend just tsked.

“good thing we’re going home now. i’m a better pillow, actually” taeyang puffed his chest out dramatically and helped you stand up.

“not with that big head of yours, idiot–” the younger’s voice sounded quietly from below.

┆彡 JIUNG [ 지웅 ]

another gentleman 🥹

always puts you first, no matter the circumstances!!

does not care in the slightest what others will think,, like hello u wanna be home, so then be it!

you really tried to act like you’re not tired, you really did. but shota started showing you his island on his switch and you couldn’t help your eyes from closing a bit. you two ran off to hide your unwillingness to be here – since jiung really wanted to attend this party you just didn’t want to go home yet. since soul also felt a little sleepy and didn’t mind you not talking, you just watched his animal crossing shenanigans.

“here you two are” you heard a familiar voice and slowly looked up to see jiung. he sent you a soft smile and then noticed shota rubbing his eyes. “let’s go home, okay?”

“nooo you wanted to be here” you whined, a small pout on your lips. he shook his head and helped you stand up.

“i’ve had my fun. now it’s time for bed. both of you” he giggled and helped shota stand up too “i feel like a grumpy dad”

you scoffed and pecked his cheek, grabbing the younger boy’s switch before it slipped out of his hand. jiung sent you a warm smile and interlocked your hand with his.

┆彡 SHOTA [ 翔太 ]

he sooo gets the feeling of running out of social battery:(

when there are times when you run out of it sooner than him (which is rather the other way around) he’ll ,, well ..

go home without telling anyone (maybe except his mom (keeho))

“shota, i’m kinda tired” you mumbled into his ear, hanging on his shoulder tiredly. he scanned your face with wide eyes – and the hands that were anxiously fiddling with the hem of his hoodie. he nodded, taking your hands in his and interlocking your fingers with his reassuringly “but we don’t have to–”

“let’s go then” your boyfriend smiled softly and dragged you to the exit, sneaking behind the crowd. you played along, pretending to be walking on your tip toes. once out, fresh air made you wake up a little.

“won’t they be worried?” you asked quietly. shota hummed in thought.

“no, i told keeho. besides, we left together” he shrugged and swung your hands a little. the gesture was really precious “do you want to play minecraft when we get home? we don’t have to talk”

┆彡 JONGSEOB [ 종섭 ]

honestly he couldn’t care less what others will think

if his baby is out of social battery, he’s out of there

he’s just so rebellious ! (will get yelled at later)

seob noticed you drifting away a while ago but only when you poked his arm gently, he was sure. he leaned forward to hear you better.

“i kind of want to go home but… if you want to stay that’s fine too. i just won’t be too talkative, i’m really tried” you told him, scanning his reaction. he nodded and looked at you. tucking back a stray hair behind your ear with a mischievous look in his eye.

“let’s head home then. it’s pissing me off that i can’t kiss you here with all the people around” he teased with a playful smile (and it’s not like that he’s too shy to do it in public or whatever).

jongseob took your hand gently and you two sneaked outside, leaving without a word.

“i wonder when will they notice” you giggled, wrapping your hand around his arm.

“if they even will” jongseob snickered.

masterlist <3

taglist. @primoppang ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @slytherinshua ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @weird-bookworm ,,

@mon2sunjinsuver ,, @litepowee

[wh1spyz]

ASKING PIWON FOR A SELFIE

warning: suggestive language in jongseobs, cursing, mentions of kidnapping (jokingly), intak is a teensie bit silly

sorry that some of the photos r wack.. i couldnt get some of them to stop changing shape! (ﾒ` ﾛ ´)

[p1eceandharmon1]

kisses┊ p1harmony (ot6)

warnings: kissing ┊ fluf! ┊ gn!reader┊ word count: 944

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➳ Keeho | 윤기호

Expect Keeho to always be longing for your touch and kisses, so there’s no better way for him to satisfy this need than having you sitting on top of him, straddling his lap, as you two make out. It would be slow and romantic; he likes to take his time caressing every inch of your skin as a silent way of praising your body, making you unintentionally moan into his mouth. He would smile into the kiss whenever that happened, and some breathy noises would also come from him if he felt your nails gently scratch his nape. If you needed to catch your breath, he would pull you even closer by your waist, leaving wet kisses on your jaw and neck while whispering “I love you”s every now and then. You both love the intimacy of those moments — it was just the two of you, making each other feel appreciated and wanted while leaving all your worries behind.

➳ Theo | 최태양

When it comes to kisses, Theo has two well differentiated sides of him, depending if you’re in private or not. When it’s just the two of you, Theo adores classic French kisses — having you pressed against him, with your hands on his long and silky hair as both of your tongues fight for dominance. Be ready for his hands travelling from your waist to your butt as the kiss becomes more desperate. However, when you’re in a public space and Theo needs to feel you close, he turns to forehead kisses instead. He is significantly taller than you, so it’s easy for him to grab either your cheeks or your chin to leave a sweet kiss there. Sometimes, he does it if he notices you tired, or if he sees some other guy checking you out while you’re with him. But most of the time, he does it because it never fails to make you smile.

➳ Jiung | 최지웅

Jiung is not the biggest physical contact enthusiast out there and you know it. Still, for him you are his only exception — after getting out of work, the only thing on his mind is to rush into your arms and let you kiss every inch of his face. He would never admit this to anyone, but he can never get enough of the feeling of your lips on his. When you initiate the kiss, he would be up for everything and the last thing he would do is reject you. But when he wants to give you a kiss, his first instinct is to grab your hand and kiss it. In Jiung’s eyes, it just feels so natural and romantic to interlock your fingers with his and plant a kiss on the back of your hand while you’re walking side by side. Or when he’s admiring the last nail design you got while playing with your fingers, and he suddenly take them to his lips to leave little pecks.

➳ Intak | 황인탁

This menace… He loves to tease you for sure, that’s why he is addicted to playing jokes on you whenever you come towards him for a kiss. He would come slightly closer to you and right after you close your eyes, expecting to feel his lips, he would suddenly pull back while holding his laugh. Every single time, you would open your eyes and give him an annoyed look, which would make him laugh out loud and go back for a real kiss. But now it was your turn to refuse his kisses in revenge. Between laughs, you would try to escape from him as he chased you, but he would catch you by your waist and pin you to the closest surface while holding your hands to your sides. You both loved this little game of yours, that always ended up in a passionate kiss that made up for all the previous playful fighting.

➳ Soul | 白翔太

Shota still finds it hard to believe that he gets to kiss you whenever he wants. At first, he would be extremely shy and would always wait for you to lean in for a kiss, or he would ask quietly for permission. But the boy is addicted to your kisses, to how your lips move in perfect sync every single time, so he soon overcame that initial hesitation. He would always start with little pecks on your cheeks and your nose, which never fails to make you giggle. Encouraged by this, Shota would start leaving kisses on the corners of your mouth with a mischievous grin on his face — you would have to cup his cheeks in order to lead him to your lips. After his little teasing, he would give you the sweetest kiss ever before deepening it while putting his arms around you, making you go weak at the knees.

➳ Jongseob | 김종섭

It broke your heart to see Jongseob so overworked all the time, that’s why you always try to be a source of comfort for him whenever you two spend time together. Jongseob feels like he could melt every time he comes back home and you’re there waiting for him, looking extra comfy and opening your arms for him to hug you and cuddle. He wouldn’t think twice and throw himself into your embrace, hugging you tightly and burring his face into the crook of your neck. He would let a content sigh leave his lips when you bring your hands up to play with his hair, and he would start kissing your neck in return almost immediately. It would go from very light kisses to hungrier ones, and even some love bites that would probably leave a mark. He takes his time to go up to your jaw and, finally, to your lips.

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[sweetmisery]

first kiss with piwon | maknae line

pairing: intak | soul | jongseob x female!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: pt 2 of sharing your first kiss with piwon, hope you like it :)

part 1 - hyung line

INTAK - Nervous Hearts

The cozy hum of the restaurant surrounded you, warm candlelight flickering between you and Intak as you sat at your table. The soft clink of silverware and low chatter of other diners created a soothing atmosphere, but you couldn’t help noticing how nervous Intak seemed.

His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his napkin, his gaze darting between you and the menu as if he were afraid to mess up even the simplest decision. You tried to keep the mood light, but a part of you wondered why he was so tense.

Then again, maybe you already knew.

Earlier in the week, Theo had let slip the reason for Intak’s nervousness.

“So,” Theo started, resting his arms on the guitar he was lazily strumming minutes before as he leaned back in his chair. “Intak likes you.”

Your heart skipped. The words hit you like a soft blow, and for a second, you weren‘t sure if you heard him right. “Wait- what?” you blurted, sitting up straighter.

Theo laughed, shaking his head. “You heard me.”

The disbelief bubbled up, and yet… it didn‘t. Not completely. You blinked at him, trying to piece together your thoughts, but all you can picture is Intak - confident, easygoing Intak - stumbling over his words the last time he talked to you. The way he avoided your eyes and suddenly seemed more interested in his shoelaces. The way his smile lingered just a little too long before he quickly looked away, a faint pink dusting his cheeks.

“You’re serious?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

“Dead serious.” Theo grinned, setting the guitar aside. “He told me himself.”

The admission sent another jolt through you. Intak told Theo? Theo, your protective, overbearing older brother? The idea was almost laughable.

“And?” you pressed, your curiosity outweighing your shock. “What did you say?”

Theo leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees as he gave you a pointed look. “I gave him the big-brother talk, of course.”

Your brows furrowed. “The big-brother talk?”

“You know, the ’don‘t hurt her or else‘ talk.” He shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Told him I’ll break his nose if he hurts you, that kind of thing. He looked like he was about to faint, though. Honestly, I think the guy’s more scared of disappointing you than me.”

You had just stared at him, completely floored. "You're unbelievable," you had muttered, pressing your palm to your forehead.

You were still processing the sheer absurdity of Theo having this conversation with Intak - your Intak, the one who practically radiated self-assurance on stage but turned into a completely different person around you.

Theo picked up his guitar again, strumming a lazy tune like he hadn’t just turned your world upside down. “You’re welcome, by the way,” he said casually.

“For what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“For giving him the green light,” he said with a smirk. “Otherwise, he probably would’ve just kept staring at you from across the room like a weirdo.”

You groaned, throwing a pillow at him as he laughed. But beneath the teasing and the embarrassment, there was that same warm feeling growing inside you.

Intak liked you.

Theo’s expression softened, though there was still a mock sternness in voice. “But just so you know, I’m watching him. And you, too.”

Back in the present, you glanced at Intak as he nervously adjusted his silverware, his expression so earnest that you felt your heart soften even more.

“You okay?” you asked gently.

“Y-Yeah,” he said quickly, though his fingers fumbled as he reached for his glass. “I’m fine. Totally fine.”

But as soon as the words left his mouth, his hand slipped, and the glass tipped over. The dark liquid spilled across the table, pooling near your plate and dripping onto your dress.

Intak froze, his eyes wide with panic. “Oh no! I-I’m so sorry!” He frantically reached for napkins, but they scattered from his hands onto the floor.

You couldn’t help it - you laughed. The situation, his reaction, all of it was too endearing.

“Hey, it’s fine,” you said, holding up a hand to stop him before he knocked anything else over. “It’s just a little spill. Don’t worry about it.”

“But your dress-”

“I promise, it’s okay,” you said, smiling to reassure him. “Really.”

He slumped back in his chair, his face burning with embarrassment. “I… I don’t know why I’m so clumsy tonight.”

You tilted your head playfully. “I have a theory.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“You’re probably scared of Theo.”

His startled laugh broke through his nervous energy, and he finally met your gaze, his expression softening. “You’re not wrong about that.”

You grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from him.”

The playful comment seemed to relax him a little, and as the evening went on, the tension between you eased. But his clumsiness wasn’t finished yet.

The cool evening breeze brushing your face softly as you and Intak strolled down the path of the park. Dinner had been a mixture of laughter and clumsiness, but neither of you seemed to mind.

Intak walked a step behind you, his hands tucked nervously into his pockets. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but you could sense his lingering embarrassment from earlier.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” you teased, turning to look at him.

“I just…” He trailed off, looking up at the stars before glancing back at you. “I’m still kind of kicking myself about dinner. I spilled my drink, dropped the napkins… I must’ve looked so ridiculous.”

You stopped walking, stepping in front of him to block his path. “You know what I think?”

His eyes widened slightly as he tilted his head. “What?”

“I think your clumsiness made tonight even better.”

His cheeks turned pink, and he scratched the back of his neck. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m serious,” you said with a soft laugh, nudging his arm. “It’s cute when you’re nervous. You’re adorable, Intak.”

The words seemed to catch him off guard. He ducked his head, a shy smile spreading across his face.

You continued walking, spotting an empty bench under a nearby tree. “Let’s sit for a bit,” you suggested, gesturing toward it.

Intak followed and sat down beside you, though as he did, he misjudged the edge of the bench and nearly fell off. You burst into laughter as he quickly steadied himself, his face turning a deep shade of red.

“I swear I don’t normally do this,” he muttered, groaning.

“Sure, sure,” you teased, still laughing. “You’re just keeping me entertained, right?”

“Something like that,” he mumbled, slouching slightly. Then, his voice grew quieter. “I just… I don’t know why I’m like this tonight.”

You turned to look at him, tilting your head. “You don’t?”

He hesitated, then sighed. “Okay, maybe I do. It’s because… I like you. A lot. And I wanted tonight to be perfect, but instead, I’ve been a walking disaster.”

His honesty made your chest feel warm, and a smile tugged at your lips. “Intak…”

Before he could finish his flustered apology, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. His breath hitched in surprise, and when you pulled back, his wide-eyed expression made you giggle.

He raised a hand to touch his lips, his cheeks glowing red. “Wha… Did you just-”

“Yes, I did,” you said, cutting him off with a grin. “And for the record, tonight was perfect. Exactly because you were you.”

His lips twitched into a sheepish smile, and his gaze softened. “You really mean that?”

“Of course,” you said. “But just to make sure you believe me…” You leaned in again, this time kissing him a little longer.

When you pulled away, Intak looked completely dazed, his face lit up with an awkward yet happy smile. “You’re amazing,” he said quietly.

You laughed softly and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “And you’re adorable. So, stop worrying so much.”

For the first time that evening, Intak relaxed completely. The two of you sat there on the bench, your head resting on his shoulder and your fingers brushing lightly as the night carried on around you.

SOUL - One Step Closer

The clock on your desk blinked 11:47 PM, its numbers glowing faintly in the dimly lit office. Most of the staff had left hours ago, the once-bustling corridors of the label now eerily silent. You rubbed your tired eyes, a small pile of notes and schedules still waiting for your attention. You’d been organizing P1Harmony’s upcoming schedules for weeks, ensuring every detail was perfect. They worked so hard; the least you could do was support them.

As you tidied up your papers, a sudden thought made your stomach sink. My purse. You’d left it in the practice room earlier when you were running errands. Letting out a small groan, you grabbed your jacket and headed for the elevators. The practice room was on the third floor, and with every step closer, you braced yourself for the faint hope it wouldn’t still be locked.

When you arrived, however, the sound of muffled music greeted you through the door. It wasn’t just anyone practicing - this was P1Harmony’s practice room.

Curious, you opened the door cautiously and peeked inside. There he was: Soul.

Dressed in casual sweats and a tank top, his hair slightly damp from sweat, he moved to the beat with precision, repeating the same step over and over. You leaned against the doorframe, watching his determination. His members always joked that he was an “alien,” someone who could be weird and out of this world, but to you, his quirks were nothing short of adorable.

You cleared your throat gently, and Soul spun around, startled. His expression softened when he saw it was you. “Oh, it’s just you,” he said, breathing hard. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you replied, stepping inside. “It’s so late. Why aren’t you resting?”

He smiled faintly, brushing back a strand of hair from his forehead. “I needed more practice. There are still parts I keep messing up.”

“Messing up?” you echoed, incredulous. “Soul, you were incredible today. Everyone thought so.”

But his smile faltered. He dropped his gaze to the floor, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “I’m nervous about the comeback,” he admitted softly. “I don’t want to mess up and disappoint the fans. They expect so much from us, and I… I don’t know if I’m good enough.”

Hearing his doubt struck a chord in you. You’d never seen him so vulnerable before. “Soul,” you said firmly, walking closer. “You’re amazing. You’re one of the most talented dancers I’ve ever seen. Your fans love you, they adore everything about you. There’s no way you could ever disappoint them.”

His eyes met yours, searching, as if trying to find truth in your words. Finally, he sighed and gave a small nod. “Thanks,” he murmured. “I needed to hear that.”

A silence settled between you, comfortable yet charged. Then, out of nowhere, he asked, “Do you want to learn the dance?”

“What?” you laughed, taken aback. “Soul, you know I can’t dance.”

He grinned, his usual playful side returning. “Everyone can dance if they want to. Come on, I’ll teach you.” Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the center of the room.

For the next few minutes, you stumbled through the choreography, laughing at yourself while Soul patiently guided you through each move. He showed you the steps slowly, his hand resting lightly on your waist as he adjusted your posture or corrected your footing. His touch was warm, grounding, but it also sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach.

You felt at ease with him, even when you messed up. His laughter filled the room, infectious and pure, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. For a brief moment, it felt like there was no one else in the world but the two of you.

Then it happened. You slipped on the polished floor, your footing giving way. Before you could hit the ground, Soul caught you.

His arm wrapped securely around your waist, his other hand steadying your shoulder. You were so close, his face mere inches from yours. His eyes were wide, his lips parted in surprise. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low.

You nodded, your breath caught somewhere in your chest. The world seemed to slow down as you locked eyes with him. Time hung suspended, the air between you thick with something unspoken.

“Soul,” you murmured, interrupting whatever he was about to say. You leaned in and pressed your lips softly to his.

Soul froze.

The kiss was soft, fleeting, but it carried so much that you’d been holding back for what felt like forever. Your heart raced as you leaned back slightly to gauge his reaction. His eyes were wide, his lips still parted in surprise.

“I… I’m sorry,” you stammered, suddenly unsure. “I didn’t mean to-”

He blinked, snapping out of his trance. “No,” he interrupted quickly, his voice soft. “Don’t be sorry.”

The corner of his lips quirked upward, a small, shy smile spreading across his face. The warmth in his eyes made your chest tighten, and for a moment, neither of you said anything.

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I didn’t plan for you to find out like this,” you admitted, your cheeks burning. “I just… I couldn’t help myself.”

Soul’s smile grew a little wider as he let out a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I guess we’re both full of surprises tonight.”

You chuckled nervously, but before you could say anything else, Soul spoke again. “You know,” he said, glancing down, “sometimes I feel like I’m not… normal. Like, maybe I don’t fit in with everyone else. The guys always joke that I’m weird, and I laugh it off, but…” He paused, his voice trailing off.

Your heart ached at his words. “Soul,” you said gently, reaching for his hand. “That’s what makes you you. The way you think, the way you are - it’s what makes you special. I’ve always loved that about you.”

The word “loved” hung in the air between you, but you didn’t take it back. You wanted him to know.

Soul’s gaze lifted to meet yours again, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made you hold your breath. “You really mean that?” he asked softly.

“Of course,” you replied. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.”

He nodded, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand. The small gesture sent a wave of warmth through you. Then, after a moment, he tilted his head slightly. “So… does this mean I get to teach you the rest of the dance now?”

You burst out laughing, the tension in the room breaking. “Soul!”

“What?” he said, grinning. “I mean, you’ve got potential. I think we could make a good team.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re stubborn,” he countered, his grin widening. “But seriously…” He hesitated, then stepped a little closer, his expression softening. “Thank you. For everything you said earlier - and for this.”

Before you could reply, he leaned in and kissed you. This time, the kiss lingered, unhurried and full of unspoken feelings. When he pulled back, his face was tinged with the faintest blush.

“You’re amazing,” he said simply, his voice steady but quiet.

You felt your heart flutter at his words, a smile tugging at your lips. “So are you,” you whispered.

He exhaled deeply, glancing toward the clock on the far wall. “It’s late. We should probably call it a night.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, though part of you didn’t want to leave this moment behind.

As you both made your way toward the door, you paused and turned back to him. “Wait,” you said, and he raised a curious eyebrow.

“What is it?”

“There’s one more thing I need to do before we leave,” you said, stepping closer.

Soul tilted his head, clearly puzzled. “What?”

You leaned in and kissed him again. This time, his lips curved into a smile against yours, and when you pulled back, he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Okay,” he said, laughing softly. “Now we can leave.”

The two of you walked out of the practice room together, the quiet hallways of the label feeling a little less empty as your footsteps echoed side by side.

You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, you were content.

JONGSEOB - Unexpectedly Us

The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, its golden rays seeping through the narrow windows of the studio as you stepped into the familiar building. Your phone buzzed in your hand, and you glanced at the message again. It was from Jongseob: “Can you come to the studio? I need help with something.”

Your heartbeat quickened, though you weren’t sure why. You had been by his side for years now: his best friend, his constant cheerleader, the one who always answered his calls. But there was something about him asking for your help in moments like this that made you feel… special. Maybe it was because you’d seen his journey from the very start, since the first time he nervously auditioned as a trainee, barely daring to dream of becoming an idol.

When you reached the door to the recording studio, you heard muffled sounds coming from inside. Pushing it open, you saw him immediately. There he was, standing in the booth, long hair tied into a half ponytail, strands falling loosely against his sharp features. He looked frustrated, pacing back and forth, muttering words under his breath as if rehearsing something he just couldn’t get right.

You’d never seen him like this before - so wound up and on edge. Usually, Jongseob radiated a quiet confidence, the kind that came naturally with his undeniable talent. You leaned against the mixing console, watching him for a moment, hesitating to interrupt his thoughts.

Finally, you pressed the button for the booth speaker and said teasingly, “You needed my help?”

The sound of your voice startled him. He jumped slightly and turned toward you, wide-eyed.

“Yah!” he exclaimed, clutching his chest dramatically. “You scared me!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and as your laughter filled the room, his lips curved into a smile. Small at first, but then growing wider, accompanied by that high-pitched giggle you’d always loved.

He stepped closer to the booth window, his hands resting against the glass. “I need help with this rap,” he admitted, his tone softening. “I just… I can’t get it right.”

You nodded and took a seat on the other side of the console. “Alright. Show me what you’ve got so far.”

As he returned to the microphone, you settled in, resting your chin on your hand. Watching him like this, immersed in his work, focused, and pouring his emotions into every line, made your chest tighten in ways you didn’t fully understand. His voice was like a rhythm that only he could master, each word laced with a passion that had always made your heart flutter.

But today, that fluttering feeling was almost overwhelming. You shook your head, trying to focus on helping him, not on the way his jaw tensed when he concentrated, or how his hair fell into his eyes when he tilted his head.

When he finally finished recording the verse, he stepped out of the booth, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. His long hair was slightly disheveled, and his cheeks were faintly pink from exertion.

“Well?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You broke into applause, grinning. “That was amazing. Honestly, I don’t know why you even needed my help.”

He giggled again,higher this time, a little shy, and your heart clenched. You wanted to freeze this moment, to hold onto the sound of his laugh forever.

“I mean it,” you continued, standing up. “Why do you always call me when you need help? You could ask one of the producers, or someone with more experience-”

“Because…” he interrupted, looking down at his hands. His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant. “Because I feel like whenever you’re around, I’m at ease. The words… they just come naturally when you’re here.”

Your chest tightened, the weight of his confession sinking in.

“Jongseob…” you murmured, unsure of what to say. But before you could gather your thoughts, he looked up at you, his eyes searching yours.

“I’m serious,” he said, his tone firmer this time. “It’s not just today. It’s always been like this. Whenever you’re around, I feel different. And lately…” He trailed off, playing with his fingers nervously. “Lately, it’s been getting stronger.”

“What are you saying?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, he said nothing. Then, he lifted his gaze to meet yours. “I don’t know exactly what I’m feeling yet, but… I know I don’t want to hide it anymore. Not from you.”

Your heart raced, the weight of his words leaving you breathless. You took a step closer to him, his familiar scent enveloping you. “Jongseob…”

He held up a hand, his cheeks flushed. “You don’t have to say anything right now. I know this is-”

“Wait,” you interrupted, shaking your head. “You’re not the only one who feels this way.”

His eyes widened. “You do?”

You smiled, your chest tightening with a mix of nerves and exhilaration. “Yeah. I do.”

He let out a high-pitched giggle, the sound filling the small studio. You couldn’t stop yourself. You took another step toward him, cupping his face gently in your hands. His skin was warm beneath your touch, and his cheeks burned red.

“That laugh,” you said softly, your thumb brushing against his cheek. “That’s exactly why I fell for you.”

His lips parted as if to respond, but before he could, you leaned in, your heart pounding. Your lips brushed his, a tentative, fleeting touch, and the world seemed to pause.

For a second, neither of you moved. The soft press of your lips against his felt both surreal and electric, like a line you’d both been toeing for years had suddenly disappeared. But when you pulled back slightly, just enough to see his expression, you were met with a sight you’d never forget.

Jongseob’s eyes were wide, his lips parted slightly in shock, and his cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red. His long lashes fluttered as he blinked at you, clearly at a loss for words.

“Cat got your tongue?” you teased, your voice light, though your heart was racing.

He opened his mouth, then shut it again, his brows furrowing as he tried to process what had just happened. You couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, it wasn’t often you saw Jongseob so completely flustered.

“Yah,” he finally muttered, his voice low and shaky. He glanced down, avoiding your eyes, but the redness in his cheeks betrayed him. “What was that?”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmm, I think they call that a kiss.”

He groaned, dragging a hand through his hair as if trying to hide his face. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath.

You grinned, stepping closer to him again. “Oh, come on, you’re the one who basically confessed first. What, you didn’t expect me to do something about it?”

“I didn’t expect you to-” He cut himself off, turning his back to you as if to regain his composure. “I was trying to be serious…”

“And I was serious too,” you interrupted, your tone softening. “I meant it when I said I felt the same way.”

He turned to face you again, his eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, the teasing stopped. The air between you grew heavy with unspoken feelings, and you could see the vulnerability in his gaze.

“Really?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re not just… saying that to mess with me?”

You sighed, stepping closer until you were standing right in front of him. “Jongseob, do I look like I’m joking?”

He hesitated, then shook his head. “No,” he murmured.

“Good,” you said with a small smile. Then, unable to resist the chance to tease him again, you added, “But seriously, you should’ve seen your face just now. You looked like a deer in headlights.”

His mouth fell open, and you could see the mixture of embarrassment and indignation flash across his features. “Yah! Don’t do that!”

“Do what?” you asked innocently, biting back a laugh.

“Make fun of me!” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “This is already hard enough, and you’re just- ugh.” He let out a frustrated groan, but you could see the faint smile tugging at his lips despite his protests.

“I’m sorry,” you said, not sounding sorry at all. “But you make it so easy. You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

“Stop,” he whined, hiding his face in his hands.

Your laughter filled the studio again, and when he peeked at you through his fingers, his pout made your chest ache in the best way. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” you said, raising your hands in surrender. “But seriously, you’re not mad, right?”

He dropped his hands and gave you a long look. “Mad?” He paused, then shook his head, his expression softening. “No. I don’t think I could ever be mad at you.”

His words sent a wave of warmth through you, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The tension between you shifted, turning quieter, sweeter.

“Hey,” you said, breaking the silence. “You know I really do love your giggle, right? It’s kind of my favorite thing about you.”

“Why do you keep bringing that up?” he mumbled, his ears turning red. “It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing,” you insisted. “It’s adorable. Just like you.”

His eyes widened, and you could see his ears turning an even deeper shade of red. “You’re seriously going to kill me,” he muttered, looking away.

You smiled and reached out, taking his hand in yours. “I mean it, Jongseob. You’re amazing - onstage, in the studio, and… just as you are. You don’t have to figure everything out right now. I’m not going anywhere.”

He looked down at your intertwined hands, his thumb brushing against yours, and when he glanced back up at you, his expression was softer, calmer.

“Thanks,” he said quietly. “For being here. For… everything.”

“Always,” you replied, squeezing his hand gently.

For a moment, it felt like the world outside the studio didn’t exist - just you, him, and the quiet hum of the equipment around you.

And then, because you couldn’t help yourself, you added with a playful grin, “But seriously, next time you call me for ‘help,’ at least give me a warning before you make me fall for you all over again.”

He laughed - soft at first, then louder, that high-pitched giggle you loved spilling out of him. “You’re so annoying,” he said, shaking his head.

“And yet, here you are, holding my hand,” you shot back.

He rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face told you everything you needed to know.

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[skibidihan]

friends to lovers with jake … very long btw ..

pairing. bff idol!jake x non idol!yn ( gn!reader. )

synopsis. jake and yn have been best friends before enhypen debuted, as yn watched their one and only best friend live his dream, they started to notice one of jake’s bandmates, but jake does not like that yn’s attention is on someone else.

genre. fluff, bad humor, friends to lovers, confession, loser jake, um jake is very dumb here, kms jokes, swearing, smau / texting.

featuring. enhypen members, intak of p1h && ningning of aespa.

💌 — requests are open !!

FINISHED !!

💭 — i made this while on writers block and it was actually fun to make, if you have any requests, pls send them my way cuz i wanna do this again 😭 sorry its so long, i didnt want to make multiple parts. but i hope you enjoyed this anyway !! ty for reading. <3

kinda proof read, but i tend to miss things, so if theres a spelling error or anything, js ignore </3

tags : @enhaas @starchasing-cryptid @lavendersloane @academiq

idea by @wnyngz :3. tysm darling !!

[flqwerjo]

˖ ݁˖ ❀⋆｡˚ ─── 𝑳𝑜𝑣𝑒𝒃𝑢𝑔

˚.❀𝑨𝐿𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑉𝐸𝐿𝑌ᵎᵎ ── they/you feel clingy and can't seem to let go

˚.❀𝑮𝐸𝑁𝑅𝐸/𝐶𝑊ᵎᵎ ── scenarios , fluff, established relationship ˚.❀𝑾𝑂𝑅𝐷 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝑁𝑇ᵎᵎ ── 0.9k

𝒄ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡ᵎᵎ (˶˃⤙˂˶)

˚.❀𝑲𝑒𝑒ℎ𝑜

Normally , he was the affectionate one ── he was always the one who'd coo and pinch your cheeks or squeeze them together between his fingers to make your lips form into a pout , always the one who'd initiate all the hugs and kisses. That seemed to have changed , but he wasn't one to complain ── he was slightly concerned though. "Do I need to call a doctor ? You good ? I'm not complaining , I love this very much but do you have a fever ?", his words seemed to be cut off after every second word , your lips busy pecking his. He just came back home from his schedule just to be greeted by you not even letting him take his shoes off after lunging at him ── he thought he was getting attacked for a second , but he was pleasantly surprised and maybe even amused as you wrapped your arms and legs around him like a koala would with a tree. "Just missed you... that's all , and I need to recharge on my daily dose of Keeho affection. You haven't given me a kiss this morning!" ── ... so all he had to do was to not give you a kiss in the morning before he leaves to get you like that? Noted.

𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍

˚.❀𝑻ℎ𝑒𝑜

"What" mwah "Are" mwah "You" mwah "Doing?" mwah. His words kept getting cut off by your kisses , his eyes closing whenever your lips pressed against his gently before you started to pepper his face with kisses. He was just sitting there , tuning his new guitar before you came from behind and just grabbed his face so his head would be tilted backwards before attacking him with kisses. "You just look so cute sitting there and tuning your guitar , I couldn't help myself", you replied back with a small giggle as you squished his cheeks together and coddled his face to which he could only sigh in faux annoyance. "Of course you can't hold back when I look so pretty", his words were more playful than meant in a mean way , he was only being dramatic but honestly ── the soft flush on his cheeks gave away how it really made him feel before he started to whine and tell you to stop (which he didn't mean seriously, don't stop)

˚.❀𝑱𝑖𝑢𝑛𝑔

You didn't know what had suddenly gotten into your boyfriend , but you weren't complaining. Your boyfriend wasn't usually a big fan of affection, sure he'd kiss and hug you or hold your hand ── but he has never cuddled with you the way he did now. His head was on your chest , his arms circled around you to keep your body close to his and he sighed in contentment. "Can you run your fingers through my hair?", he murmured against your chest , nuzzling his face deeper into the softness of it before once again sighing softly when he felt your fingernails scraping his scalp gently. "Why are you so cuddly today..?", you asked in a soft whisper , it wasn't a mean question , you were genuinely curious ── maybe something happened and he needed comfort but didn't know how to ask? "Just felt like it... this isn't too bad. It's ... quite nice ", he mumbled , keeping his eyes closed while he practically melted into your body.

˚.❀𝑰𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑘

He was usually so shy , maybe even slightly awkward but never this straightforward ── maybe it's because he was still so so sleepy. His lips were formed in a pout , his sleepy eyes glistening under the sunlight as it shined down onto his face and giving him the sparkliest puppy eyes you have ever seen in your life . His hand was holding onto yours , stopping you from getting up from the bed. "Don't go... stay here with me", he mumbled as he used a little strength to pull you back , sighing softly as he got you back in his arms , his cheek nuzzling into the top of your head. You sighed softly , not having the heart to stop him from cuddling you. "Alright... 5 more minutes"

˚.❀𝑺𝑜𝑢𝑙

You knew your boyfriend was odd , that's why you loved him after all ── he was your little alien lover. He had an endearing way of speaking and expressing himself that also counted for affection. He just stared at you with his sparkling boba eyes as if he was thinking about what to say before he just opened his arms , waiting for you to come and hug him. You could only giggle to yourself before walking over to him , teasing words coming from his members ── you stopped by the practice room while they were practicing , it seemed like your cutie patootie of a boyfriend needed a hug from his lover. "You're so silly", you giggled as you hugged him to which he only picked you up and sprinted towards the couch, far far away from the members so he could have you all to himself.

˚.❀𝑱𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑒𝑜𝑏

"What's wrong?", your boyfriend asked in both concern but also amusement as he stopped typing. He was in his little studio working on a new song when you came over and just pulled his chair back to give yourself enough space to freely sit sideways on his lap , your legs thrown over the armrest while your arms wrapped around his neck with your head nuzzled into the crook of it. "Nothing , just want to be close to you , that's all", he couldn't help but laugh softly at your words , he felt a little flustered but playful at the same time , sighing softly. "What a clingy girlfriend I have , someone felt a little neglected hm? I'll make up for it", he promised as he leaned his head a little down to press a soft kiss on the top of your head.

[catboyieejeno]

pairing: theo x fem!reader

cw: smut, oral (f receiving), theo eating it from the back, established relationship, pet names, slight pillow princess reader, lazy morning head

wc: 1.9k

18+ minors do not interact!

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Theo's index finger tracing along the side of your abdomen stirs you from your sleep—intentionally, it seems, since he doesn’t bother to retract his hand when he notices the slight shift in your breath, indicating you’ve woken up. Instead, his warm palm meets your skin with confidence, circling around your torso to pull you closer to his chest. He must not have been awake much longer than you, a tell being the quiet, borderline incoherent morning greeting he wishes you in a low rumble.

The bed sheets are strikingly cool against your skin, but his legs that tangle with yours are enough to keep you heated. If it wasn’t for his full lips wetly kissing your shoulder, you might’ve been lulled back to your peaceful slumber within minutes. You move to sit up, but his grip around you tightens, and his soft, tired voice calls out to you once more.

“Wait, don’t pull away…” he mumbles into your skin, “not yet. wanna lay with you for a bit longer,”

His ministrations start out slowly, subtly… For a second, you’re almost convinced his kisses that continue to smack against your neck come from a place of innocence, in the form of some half-asleep affection he’s less restrictive about showering you with when compared to his usually reserved self.

It’s something to take advantage of, you decide, and nuzzle your cheek to his, soaking up the way his hands rub over your skin as he lets a hushed moan slip out. At the same time, Theo allows his fingers to inch down your front shamelessly, digits curiously tapping over your stomach.

“You’re so soft,” he mumbles, and with his antics serving as a catalyst, you can’t help the way your abdomen instantly ignites.

Theo lifts his arm from your waist just long enough for you to roll around in his hold to face him, smiling down at you with puffy eyes and tousled hair. He pulls his hand back up to cup your face, muttering a small, “hi.”

“Hi,” you whisper back, unable to contain your giddy grin. Gently, he takes your hand into his and brings it to his mouth to kiss it once, then guides it atop of his head in a silent plea for you to run your fingers through his scalp. The dark locks don’t resist your fingers even a little bit, letting you comb through them smoothly until they’ve reached some kind of order. At the feeling, your boyfriend practically groans, rolling his eyes back for a split second before they regain focus and meet yours again.

Every feature on his face is so delicately crafted, gazing curiously at you and taking you in as if the night that passed, and the sleep he had once reveled in, had robbed him of you for far too long, just like his work schedule had the last few weeks. Days on end without being able to see you or hold you had taken a toll on him. You’re his favorite thing to look at, in any state, at any moment, so his first night back at your house was something he had been anticipating for a while now. Truthfully? he’d never sleep again if it meant he could stare at your pretty face for hours at a time.

He misses you, despite lying right next to you and having you in his arms. How is that possible?

Just then, as these thoughts flood his mind, he leans in, capturing your lips between his own in a sweet kiss. At the same time, his arms draw you tighter into his embrace, warm skin pressing to yours, practically melting into your touch.

He props himself up to hover above you, palms placed on either side of your head and caging you in. The metal of his chain is cool as it dangles, sitting on your chest like melting ice. It becomes even cooler as it moves across the expanse of your breasts, trailing down as his mouth follows behind to lick and lap and warm up the icy trail, and before you know it, he’s practically sticking his head under the hem of your tank top to nibble at the exposed skin below your navel.

His eyes, which were previously closed to savor the taste of your skin, peek open and steal a glance up at you, and his member, confined by only his boxers, twitches within the constricting material at the sight before him. Your lips are parted, your chest is rising and falling quicker with every second that passes, and your eyes can’t seem to leave the boy who keeps climbing further and further down, finding solace between your legs.

“I missed sleeping next to you.” He admits distractedly, placing a sticky kiss on your hip as his hand paws at your waist, squeezing at the flesh he can fit within his big palm, “I hate that i was away from you for so many nights in a row,”

“You were working, baby.”

“I know. Still,” he pauses, flashing you a lopsided smile, “this is nice.”

Little to no time passes between the moment when he mumbles those words, and the moment he buries his face into your panties, breathing you in deeply. The action makes you shudder, and goosebumps crawl over your skin as his black hair tickles your bare thighs.

Just then, there’s a glow flourishing on your cheeks, inevitable of avoiding around Theo. Truly, how are you meant to stay composed after he does something so lewd?

“Missed eating you out,” a ghost of a kiss is placed over your clit. It’s involuntary, but you roll your hips in his face and whine out, a response that only makes his head spin even more and his dick swell with need. He grips your thighs and props them higher up until your clothed center is in perfect view and your knees are almost folded onto your chest.

“Let me make you feel good, love. Please?”

“Yes,” you answer quickly, and he snickers at you in a way that doesn’t make you feel embarrassed in the slightest—despite its inherently teasing nature, his smirk is only intended to rile you up even more than you already are, and that, it does.

As he swipes one finger over your core, a splotch of wetness appears on the material. His index finger loops around to pull the lace aside, and he wastes no time in diving in. His tongue pokes out, kitten-licking your folds so lightly that you almost think he isn’t doing anything at all.

A few more experimental, soft swipes of his tongue get you writhing, and it’s only then that he releases the hold he has on your thighs and allows them to rest on his shoulders, fully burying himself between your legs.

“Feels good,” you whimper.

He hums back at you, content and unrestrained, and the vibrations almost make you come on the spot. He’s very obviously pacing himself, taking his time to dissolve you into nothing in his grasp. Your breathing goes from rapid heaves to long sighs as Theo alternates between lapping at you and nibbling your inner thigh. At one point, his actions become audible, the wetness of him fucking his tongue into you, and your soft moans become the only two sounds in the room.

Chin soaked and eyes half-lidded, he mumbles, “You’re so pretty,” as he crawls his way back up your body to kiss you.

He lets his thigh take his place between your legs and he presses his mouth to yours, plump lips gliding softly and lazily with no real purpose other than to soak you in. As your panting evens out, you peek your eyes open to glance at him.

“We can’t lie around for much longer. We have so much to do today,” you protest during kisses. He pulls away, resting his chin to your stomach. He stills there for a moment, falling limp, hands caressing you with no real purpose.

“It can wait.”

“The weather is supposed to be nice today,” you announce, and he gives you another crooked smile as his thumb passively toys with your nipple.

“Then we should take advantage. What do you wanna do?”

“Hmm,” As you think, your hand comes up to hold his cheek, thumb wiping the sleep from his eye. “What if we go for a walk later?”

He nods without second thought, happy to walk later with you wherever you’d like to go. At the same time, he greedily leans into your touch.

“We can do that.”

“And maybe we can–“ a few sticky kisses decorate your waist, “stop by the bakery you like on the way home? You haven’t had that since you left on tour.”

“That would be nice.”

“After we get groceries and make dinner, maybe we can even lie around and do this for a big longer.”

“Yeah?” He raises a brow, lip curling up in a similar notion. When you nod eagerly at his implication, he remembers the position he’s in, and presses his leg just a bit closer against you.

“Let me take care of you then, so we can start our day.”

You hum and he gives you one last look before sinking back down where you need him most.

Your taste is lavish and sweet on his tongue that doesn’t care to tease you anymore. Now, it’s working diligently, drawing out every last whine it can, sweeping and swiping at your glistening folds until you come around him with your fingers grasping at the sheets so hard that the skin has turned white.

You’re barely given a second to recover before he asks you to turn around and flip onto your stomach. Weak and unsteady, your limbs hold you up and you arch your back in anticipation as he repositions himself behind you.

For a moment, his shuffling and the rustling of the sheets makes you think he’s undressing and about to sink himself into your warmth, but then his mouth is on you again with no warning.

His groans are tantalizing, and the way he’s squeezing the flesh on your ass has you collapsing into the mattress and crying out in pleasure. The pleads that leave your lips in mangled cries have him reaching a fever pitch, and he suddenly can’t wait to taste your release again, so he does everything in his power to lull it from you faster. His fingers slip into you, shallowly at first, then knuckle deep and curling to fuck your sweet spot; before you know it, you’re gushing around him again.

“Baby…” is the only word you manage to spew from your drooling lips, and your back arches more as he moans into you again.

The comedown is just as sweet, especially when he lets his lips drag up the curve of your spine until they reach your hair, smooth palm tracing over your smooth skin to soothe you as the last waves of pleasure wash away. He collapses beside you, tugging you closer until your head is near his chest.

When your dazed eyes open to look at him, he’s already looking back down at you with his gentle smile.

His lips are glossed over, and you kiss him as a thank you, greedily humming at the taste of yourself in his mouth.

“Good?” He asks, raising his brows slightly.

“Shut up.”

He laughs when you hide your flushed face is his neck, leaning into you as if your proximity was still not quite close enough.

“Just checking.” He murmurs into your hair, leaving a kiss there in the process. “Now we can start our day.”

[rockstarhaechan]

piwon text reaction to you using their card😰

requested? yes. warnings none genre text messages p1harmony x reader

[ujuinluv]

mitochondria: the powerhouse of the cell (intak) - nav

synopsis — who need's a's in biology when you have a boyfriend like intak?

you’re supposed to be studying.

supposed to be.

instead, intak is lying across your bed, flipping your notebook upside down, pretending to be very, very serious.

“you spelled mitochondria wrong,” he says, squinting exaggeratedly.

you groan, flopping onto the bed next to him. “i didn’t.”

“you did,” he insists. “but don’t worry. i still believe in you.”

you turn your head to glare at him, but he’s already grinning, boyish and unbothered. it’s unfair how easily he makes you forget about everything—deadlines, grades, the way the world feels too heavy sometimes.

“you’re a distraction,” you mutter, poking his cheek.

“the best kind,” he says proudly, catching your hand before you can pull away.

you stare at him—messy hair, soft smile, heart in his eyes—and suddenly studying feels like the least important thing in the universe.

“what?” intak asks, voice dipping lower.

“nothing,” you say, cheeks heating.

he doesn’t buy it. he shifts closer, still holding your hand. “tell me.”

you swallow, nerves crawling up your spine. “just… i like this. us. you.”

intak’s whole face softens.

he tugs you even closer until your forehead bumps his. “me too,” he whispers. “i’m crazy about you.”

you laugh, breathless. “even if i spell mitochondria wrong?”

he pretends to think very hard. “i guess i can forgive you.”

“how generous,” you tease.

“hey,” intak says, grinning wider, “you’re dating a future spelling bee champ.”

“pretty sure that’s false advertising,” you giggle.

he kisses you before you can say anything else—soft, lingering, sweet enough to make your toes curl.

“false advertising or not,” he murmurs against your lips, “you spelled mitochondria wrong, i didn't."

"get out my house."

[cosmicalily]

ʚɞ 'have you ever tried this one?' an ot6 𝒑1𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒚 smau by @cosmicalily ★ view 𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓻𝔂 ʚɞ

୨ৎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: asking piwon 'what position are y'all in?' ♡ "wanna try out some freaky positions?" - '𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒐' by sabrina carpenter

ʚɞ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: me and joshua donoghue's root came 2007 ʚɞ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: sex jokes (to be expected)

taglist: @hyunjiiza #itssoempty #thisisembarassing #firstpiwonfic #kindanervous | comment, dm or send an ask to be added :)

[moonstrvckz]

instagram stories with bf soul !

keeho | jiung | intak | theo | soul | jongseob

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₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ where were you ?

prompt it's well into the day/evening and you/piwon haven't responded to an invite to hang out

pairing various!piwon x fem!reader

genre bf!piwon, husband!piwon, whatever you want them to be!piwon

warnings light mode, some sort of worrying from both ends, ignored messages, mentions of food, sho's own is shorter but i feel like he'd get to the point quicker so i'm sorry sho stans, i head cannon'd the tropes for them but they can be whatever you want fr

a/n hi! my promised p1harmony content is here ! one of two actually. the other one is a secret.😉 i had fun writing these, and idk they might seem a bit ooc but let me know. as always, requests are open! hope you enjoy🩷

want more piwon from me ? click my other post ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ i should scold you ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ right here !

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Yoon Keeho

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Choi Taeyang

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Choi Jiung

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Hwang Intak

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Haku Shota

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Kim Jongseob

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Bonus: My Head cannons

Yoon Keeho ⤷Best Friends; bi-weekly shopping trips, always getting takeout, and loves teasing you. you're the younger sister he never had basically. keeho's the friend you can go to for literally anything, and you try to be that person for him as well. especially since you both find shopping to be therapeutic.

Choi Taeyang ⤷Childhood Friends; Met each other in 2nd grade, and you've been inseparable ever since. you know his entire family and he knows yours. your moms became besties because you guys are. they always ship you guys as well. such silly moms, hahaha

Choi Jiung ⤷Friends ... to lovers? you and jiung have been tiptoeing around each other since the sun hung up in the sky two years ago. one day you decided to just start pursuing him, so your advances are laid on really thick. i don't think he knows you're serious though ... you've always been a flirt

Hwang Intak ⤷Mutual Pining; it's no secret to the two of you that you're both helplessly in love with each other. you had asked him to hang out with intentions of it being a date ... thankfully he thought the same thing.

Haku Shota ⤷Best Friends; you two are the friends who love to go on random adventures together. shota's always down to travel with you, and you're always willing to follow him anywhere. he's always a joy to be around, so you tend to spoil him a bit too much.

Kim Jongseob ⤷Strangers to Friends to ?? you and jongseob met at a cafe about a year ago, and as a self proclaimed food critic, you both agreed on the fact that the pastries at that cafe were straight dog water. after talking for a bit, you exchanged contact info with him so you guys can hang out and criticize more cafes. somewhere along the way, he started to fall for you ... but you don't notice any advances from the guy. poor seobie

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚𝓡𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵 𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

-green flags & sweet gestures-

Summary: how the boys would give you the royal treatment and how you'd make sure they know they're loved as much as they love you.

Warnings: mentions of food, social anxiety, and showering together (soul's part)

a/n: I love the "princess treatment" hcs, so I wanted to make one for p1h. I say royal treatment bc that just feels more gender neutral for me. Also, this is probably ooc or bad characterization, but everything here is fictional so it isn't a big deal lol.

-keeho-

{giving} drives you everywhere

When he's free, this man is so so insistent about driving you around.

He loves spending time with you, and if he has the time in his busy schedule to be with you, he's gonna take advantage of it.

Even if it means having to deal with rush hour traffic, bad city drivers, or sacrificing sleep for late night rides.

Keeho just loves to be around you, and loves to do things for you. Very much an acts of service lover. He feels good just turning on some background music and listening to you ramble as he keeps his eyes on the road.

{receiving} shoulder & back massages

Please, for the love of everything good in this world, massage his shoulders!

Keeho has so much stress and tension stored in his upper body, mostly neck and shoulders.

If you randomly start massaging those areas he will actually melt, it might hurt a bit at first bc there's so much tension there, but you both can feel the muscles loosen within seconds.

The first time you did it Keeho thought he fell in love with you all over again.

theo

{giving} fixing your clothes

Whether it's tying your shoes, pulling your shirt down if it's riding up, or untangling your accessories, he's on it.

He's pretty observant, definitely notices any outfit, malfunctions or little things before you do. It's also because he is looking at you almost 24/7.

Theo is pretty quick at fixing little issues with your outfit. Half the time you wouldn't even notice till after he's pulling his hands away. He's discreet with any malfunctions and has such a gentle touch.

It gives him an excuse to touch you as well, and he loves being able to help you with the little things.

{receiving} soft flirting

Theo isn't flustered easily, putting up a pretty indifferent face and attitude, which doesn't change much when it comes to you. Ofc he's sweet and shows he loves you, but he's not the most vocal about it

However, the moment you compliment him, he's gone. It's not always obvious, but you can tell by the raised eyebrows and twitch in his lips.

It works the same with pickup lines, specifically cheesy one liners, he will sometimes let out a little giggle if you catch him off guard.

You're never too outwards and aggressive with flirting, neither of you are like that. But soft words and teasing lines are something Theo really likes coming from you.

juing

{giving} good night & good morning texts

It doesn't matter when he goes to sleep or wakes up, this man has your schedule memorized.

Jiung will text you good night and a sweet message around the time he knows you get home from your day.

And get ready for a "good morning sweetheart" text with some encouragement while you're getting ready for your day.

He's so sincere about it too, it's not a chore for him, he genuinely wants to send you little messages to remind you he loves you.

{receiving} surprises & dates

Please please please surprise him with a date! He will have the cutest and biggest smile as soon as you tell him your plan, and it's a gift to see.

It doesn't have to be super fancy or for a special occasion, just plan a little something to do while you spend some time together and he's so happy.

Maybe it's a late night movie marathon with both of your favorite snacks, or a little picnic in the park that you threw together last second. As long as he's with you he'll love it.

It reminds him that he doesn't have to take on every single responsibility, that you care about him and wanna be with him as much as he wants to be with you.

intak

{giving} gentle touches

Intak loves to show affection through touch, pda is his shit {within reason and your boundaries ofc} but he's also so sweet about it.

Loves to hold your hand and play with your fingers, or if his arm is around your waist his thumb will be rubbing little circles on you hip.

It also serves as a good reminder that he's right there next to you, that he's got you no matter what. It's grounding to have him hand gently squeeze yours periodically.

He thinks of you as something precious, he knows you're not breakable yet he still treats you with so much care.

{receiving} sharing foods

You know the saying "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach"? This is basically that, except you don't have to be the one making the food or anything like that.

If you just share a bite of what you ordered, a snack that you so happen to have, or a sip of your fancy cafe drink, he is so grateful.

Even if it's new to him, if you like it he'll try it if you're offering. And if you're the one feeding it to him he will get so giddy and giggly.

He thinks it's so romantic to share food, and also feels like it shows how well you take care of each other. He definitely shares his food too!

soul

{giving} little gifts

He is a trinket connoisseur and collector, so he definitely has a good eye for little gifts, especially if they are for you.

It isn't always silly, a large number of his gifts to you are sentimental. But the silly ones are just as sweet. But he basically always has you on his mind and it shows.

It could be as simple as "it reminded me of you!" to "I remembered that you said you still needed this version, and I thought I'd grab it!" or "This is from where we first met, maybe we should collect things from all the important dates we've had?"

Soul is almost kinda like a crow, he will find something shiny and cute and bring it back to you as a way of showing affection.

{receiving} washing his hair

Y'all have seen that video of Soul walking through the hallway with the dramatic he turns, and how frizzy and puffy his hair is? Yeah, that's what happens a lot of the time if you aren't washing his hair.

Not only does it help the look and health of his hair, he finds it so relaxing when your hands are in his hair, gently working the products into the strands.

Whether it's you showering together or him laying in the bath with you kneeling to the side, it's a sweet experience. One you both treasure.

Also, if you just wanna play with his hair, stick it straight up when it's all soapy or make it into fun shapes, he's so down. Very laid back and cool with whatever you want, just as long as your hands are in his hair.

jongseob

{giving} ordering for you

It doesn't matter if you have anxiety about ordering/talking to strangers or not, he's ordering for you. Not because he thinks you can't, if you really wanna you can, but because he wants you to be relaxed and not have to lift a finger.

It's not even a big deal at this point, y'all will walk into a restaurant and he can rattle off your order in a heartbeat. Seobie memorized stuff pretty fast, and when it comes to you it stays firmly in his head. You're important to him, ofc he remembers everything about you.

And if you are going to a new place and are having trouble deciding what to get, just look at him. Once he knows what he wants, he's looking for stuff he thinks you'd like.

It's a show of care for him, remembering the little things and making sure his lover doesn't have to do any extra work.

{receiving} sharing clothes/accessories

Doesn't matter what size you are, if your sizes are bigger or smaller than his, you're sharing. Either clothes or accessories, or both.

It's an unwritten promise to each other, what's mine is yours. You guys haven't ever really addressed it either, just asking where something is or if you're planning to wear something the other wants that day.

It's a natural thing, and it honestly feeds into the small possessive part of you. Almost like you're staking a claim, but more in a "we belong to each other" type of way

He loves it bc it reminds him of you. Jongseob gets especially happy when your scent lingers on the soft fabric of what was originally his shirt.

[eumppapasmom]

~ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 just a little more ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ~

~ synopsis : after a long tiring night cuddling with piwon in the morning might be the most adorable thing ever ^^

~ pairing: idol!piwon X f!reader

~ genre: fluff ^^, establlished relationship

~ word count: 2252 W (combined)

~ warnings: NONE!!!

~ notes: ilovepiwonsomuch. i wrote this on my previous account. this can be found on wattpad too not proofread. lemme know if u want to be in a taglist ENJOYYY! <3

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keeho:

The soft rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently warming your face. You stirred, slowly becoming aware of the comforting weight of an arm draped over your waist. Keeho's arm. His warmth radiated through his oversized hoodie, which you had shamelessly borrowed the night before.

You tilted your head slightly to look at him, your breath catching at the peaceful expression on his face. His lashes rested against his cheeks, and his lips were parted slightly, a faint trace of a smile curling at the corners.

"Good morning," you whispered, brushing a strand of his hair off his forehead.

Keeho groaned softly in protest, tightening his grip around you and burying his face into the crook of your neck. "Nooo, too early," he mumbled, his voice muffled and husky from sleep.

you chuckled, feeling a flutter in your chest. "It's not that early. The sun's already up."

He peeked one eye open and squinted at the window. "The sun's a traitor," he declared dramatically before closing his eyes again.

you tried to wiggle free, but his hold only grew stronger. "You're like a koala," you teased, laughing softly.

"And you're my favorite tree," he countered, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you. His legs tangled with yours, and you could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against your back.

you sighed in defeat, not that you minded. Keeho's embrace was your favorite place to be. "Fine, five minutes only," you relented, resting your head against his shoulder.

"That's my girl," he murmured, pressing a sleepy kiss to the top of your head.

And so you stayed there, wrapped in each other, the world outside forgotten as we soaked in the quiet intimacy of the morning.

Theo:

The first thing you notice as you wake up is the faint sound of Theo's breathing. It's slow and steady, a soothing rhythm that makes you reluctant to leave the comfort of the bed. You blink your eyes open to find yourself cocooned in the warmth of his arms, your face resting against his chest. His heartbeat is calm, steady, and oddly reassuring.

You shift slightly, careful not to wake him, but even the smallest movement stirs him. His grip tightens around you, his arm pulling you closer. "Where are you going?" His voice is groggy, rough with sleep, and it makes you smile.

"I wasn't going anywhere," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Good," he mumbles, his eyes still closed. "You're not allowed to move yet."

You laugh softly, the sound barely audible in the quiet room. His lips curve into a small smile, as if your laugh is the only thing he wants to hear first thing in the morning.

Theo nuzzles closer, his nose brushing against your temple. "You're warm," he murmurs. "Perfect heater for a cold morning like this."

"You're the one holding me like I'm a blanket," you tease, your fingers lazily tracing shapes on his back.

"Exactly," he says, tilting his head to press a kiss to the top of yours. "Blankets aren't supposed to get up."

You roll your eyes, though the smile on your face gives you away. "And what happens if I do get up?"

He opens one eye, giving you a mock-serious look. "Then I'll have to chase you, drag you back, and hold on tighter."

"Sounds exhausting," you reply, laughter lacing your words.

"For you, maybe. I'd do it in a heartbeat." He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips linger for a moment before he pulls back, his eyes finally meeting yours. They're warm and gentle, still heavy with sleep but shining with unmistakable affection.

The world outside might be stirring to life, but within the confines of your shared little bubble, time feels like it's standing still. Neither of you is in a hurry to leave this peaceful moment. Theo lets out a content sigh, settling back against the pillows with you still nestled against him.

"Five more minutes," he whispers, though you both know it'll turn into much longer.

And honestly, you're okay with that.

jiung:

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You're still half-asleep, tucked securely under the blanket, when you feel Jiung shift beside you. His arm lazily slides over your waist, pulling you closer against him.

"Morning," he murmurs, his voice soft and scratchy, barely audible.

"Morning," you whisper back, eyes still closed as you lean into his warmth.

Jiung presses his forehead to your shoulder, sighing contentedly. "I think mornings are my favorite now," he says, his breath tickling your skin.

You smile, your fingers finding his hand under the blanket and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Why's that?"

"Because I wake up next to you," he replies, his voice carrying the kind of honesty that makes your chest feel warm.

You turn slightly to face him, your nose brushing against his. His hair is a mess, and his eyes are still sleepy, but there's a softness in his expression that makes you forget about anything outside of this moment.

"You're cheesy," you tease, though your tone lacks any real bite.

"And you like it," he fires back with a smirk, shifting so he can rest his chin on your shoulder.

His hand slips up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch featherlight. "Let's stay here all day," he suggests, his eyes meeting yours. "No alarms, no plans. Just us."

"You'd get bored," you joke, poking his side lightly.

"Never with you." The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and for a moment, you're not sure how to respond.

Jiung doesn't wait for a reply. Instead, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before pulling you back into his chest. His arms wrap around you completely, and you can feel his heartbeat, steady and calming.

"Five more minutes," he mumbles, his voice muffled against your hair.

"You always say that, and it turns into an hour," you point out, though you're not exactly in a rush to move either.

"Exactly," he says with a lazy grin, his eyes slipping shut again.

You let out a quiet laugh, your fingers lightly tracing patterns on his arm. The world outside might be waking up, but in Jiung's arms, it feels like time has stopped. And honestly, you're perfectly okay with that.

intak:

You wake up to the faint sound of rain tapping against the window. The world outside feels cold and gray, but in here, you're enveloped in warmth. Intak's arms are wrapped snugly around you, his body pressed against yours like he's trying to shield you from the chill of the morning.

His hair tickles your cheek as he stirs, his sleepy groan vibrating against your back. "Morning already?" he mumbles, his voice husky and barely audible.

"Technically," you reply softly, not wanting to break the peaceful silence too much.

Intak tightens his hold on you, burying his face against your neck. "Let's just stay like this. We don't have to get up, right?"

You smile, turning slightly so you can see him. His eyes are still closed, his lips curved into a sleepy pout. His hair is a mess, sticking up in every direction, but somehow, he still manages to look effortlessly endearing.

"I guess not," you say playfully. "But aren't you supposed to be the one who's always up and moving?"

"Not today," he whispers, his voice still thick with sleep. "Today, I'm all yours."

He opens one eye and gives you a lopsided grin, his free hand brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Besides, how can I leave when you're right here looking this cute?"

"Flatterer," you tease, though your cheeks warm under his gaze.

"It's not flattery if it's true," he counters, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against yours.

The room fills with soft laughter as Intak shifts to pull you even closer, his chin resting atop your head. His fingers trace light patterns along your arm, absentminded but soothing.

"You know," he says after a moment, his voice quieter now, "mornings like this are my favorite. Just you, me, and no rush to be anywhere else."

You tilt your head to meet his eyes, and the warmth in his expression makes your heart flutter. "Mine too," you admit softly.

A small smile plays on his lips before he leans down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Good," he murmurs. "Then let's make it last as long as we can."

The two of you stay tangled together, the sound of rain outside making the moment feel even more serene. In Intak's arms, the world fades away, and all that matters is the soft warmth of his embrace.

soul:

You wake up to the quiet stillness of the morning, the faint sound of birds chirping outside. The warmth surrounding you feels like a gentle cocoon, and it takes you a moment to realize it's because of Haku's arm draped across your waist. His hand rests lightly against your side, his fingers unconsciously curling as if to make sure you're still there.

Turning your head slightly, you catch a glimpse of him. His face is so peaceful in sleep—soft features relaxed, his dark lashes brushing against his cheeks. A lock of his hair falls over his forehead, and you can't resist brushing it aside.

As if sensing your movement, Haku stirs, his grip tightening ever so slightly. His eyes flutter open, and for a moment, he looks at you in confusion, like he's still lost in his dreams. Then a sleepy smile spreads across his face, and it feels like the room just got a little brighter.

"Good morning," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

"Good morning," you reply softly, your lips curving into a smile of your own.

Haku buries his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a content sigh. "You're warm," he mumbles, his voice muffled against your skin.

"You're the one holding me like a human heater," you tease, though you make no move to pull away.

"Exactly," he says, his arms tightening around you. "I'm not letting go."

You chuckle, your fingers lazily tracing patterns along his arm. "We should probably get up soon."

Haku shakes his head, his hair brushing against your cheek. "No. Not yet. Five more minutes."

"You always say that," you point out with a quiet laugh.

"And I always mean it," he counters, lifting his head just enough to meet your eyes. There's a playful glint in his gaze, but beneath it, you can see the tenderness he always reserves just for you.

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before resting his own against yours. "You make mornings better, you know that?"

Your heart skips a beat, and you feel a warmth that has nothing to do with the blankets or his embrace. "You're so cheesy," you whisper, though your smile gives you away.

"Only for you," he replies with a grin, before pulling you closer again.

The two of you stay there, wrapped in each other, as the morning stretches on. Outside, the world keeps moving, but in this little bubble, time seems to stand still. And honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way.

jongseob:

All you feel is the soft weight of Jongseob's arm draped across your waist. He's still fast asleep, his quiet, steady breaths brushing against the back of your neck. The morning light filters through the curtains, but neither of you seems in a rush to wake.

You shift slightly, trying to stretch without disturbing him, but his arm tightens instinctively around you. "Don't move," he mumbles groggily, his voice muffled and deep with sleep.

"I thought you were asleep," you whisper with a small smile.

"Not anymore," he replies, though he makes no effort to open his eyes. Instead, he pulls you closer, his nose nuzzling into your shoulder. "What time is it?"

"Too early for you to be awake," you tease softly.

"Exactly. So stop moving and go back to sleep," he mutters, his tone laced with playful grumpiness.

You chuckle quietly, turning slightly to glance at him. His hair is tousled, sticking out in every direction, and his face is adorably puffy from sleep. Even half-asleep, he looks effortlessly endearing, his features softened by the quiet morning.

"Stop staring," he grumbles, cracking one eye open to look at you.

"I wasn't staring," you lie, but the way he raises a sleepy eyebrow tells you he doesn't believe you.

"Liar," he says with a smirk, his voice barely above a whisper.

You roll your eyes, but you can't hide your smile. Jongseob shifts so he's lying on his side, his arm still wrapped securely around you. His hand brushes against yours under the blanket, and he laces your fingers together without a second thought.

"Let's stay like this," he murmurs, his tone softer now. "No schedules, no alarms—just us."

"You're usually the first one up," you point out, squeezing his hand gently.

"Today's different," he replies, his gaze meeting yours. His eyes are warm, filled with an affection that makes your heart flutter. "I want to stay here with you."

The sincerity in his words makes your chest ache in the best way. You lean forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek, and he smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Now who's being cheesy?" he teases, though his grip on you tightens as if he doesn't want to let you go.

You laugh softly, resting your forehead against his. "Guess we'll both be cheesy this morning."

He chuckles, the sound low and comforting, before closing his eyes again. "Fine by me. Just don't leave. Not yet."

And so you stay, wrapped in each other's arms as the morning stretches on. The world outside can wait—right now, all that matters is the warmth of Jongseob's embrace and the quiet love you share.