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[cosmicalily]

"dream of me" - a ot8 skz x reader smau by @cosmicalily | texts skz send while you're asleep

author's note: life updates consist of me working overtime on my art u3 final and unexpectedly falling in love with song mingi (seungmin is jealous)

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[jeonginsleftcheek]

Stop the world I wanna get off with you

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: fluff, smut

synopsis: your sweet boyfriend comes up with a way to make you feel even more connected as a couple.

wc: 7.2k

warnings: tantric sex ~ a meditative form of sex. the aim is to be present in the moment to achieve a sensual and fulfilling sexual experience, connecting with your lover on a more profound level.

(aka edging, soft lovemaking, sensual touch, making out, oral (f and m), handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie)

a/n: i wrote this in two days (had to power through + it's not proofread so excuse any mistakes) and it felt so sweet and intimate and made me even more soft for hyune. happy birthday to my beloved hyune who deserves the entire universe and more💕

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You had just gotten home from work, the tiredness settling in your bones as you shucked off your shoes and coat with a deep exhale.

"Jinnie?" you called out to your beloved, scanning the living room and kitchen area in hopes of seeing a sign of him. With a little pout on your face, you made your way to the bedroom.

You slowly opened the door, thinking that he must be napping but your brows shot up in surprise when you didn't find him there either, nor heard the shower running in the bathroom.

"Jinnie?" you repeated but no answer. You shook your head with a small smile.

There was only one place you'd find him now.

You made your way to the guest room turned art studio where he was probably painting with his earphones in.

You knocked and quietly opened the door, finally finding your boyfriend, but he wasn't sitting in front of a canvas painting, he was sat at the desk, staring at his laptop. His brows were furrowed in concentration as his eyes scanned the letters on the screen, his teeth gnawing at his lip.

Upon hearing the door open, he looked up, his face softening into a smile when he laid his eyes upon you.

"Oh, hey love. I didn't hear you come in." Hyunjin said, beckoning you to come closer.

You walked closer to him and he wrapped his arm around you, swiftly pulling you in his lap and making you squeal in surprise. Your arms automatically wrapped around his shoulders as he leaned in, kissing your jaw and cheek.

"What's got you so concentrated?" you giggled a little, caressing the back of his head, the buzzed hair soft under your palm.

Hyunjin's eyes fluttered as he gently caressed your cheek, pressing his lips on yours.

"Something I wanted us to try for a long time." he whispered against your lips, kissing you slowly again. You could never get enough of his kisses, you loved it all from the little pecks he'd give you as he giggled to the most desperate and passionate make out sessions where you couldn't get enough of each other, always needing more.

"Oh yeah?" you smirked. "Something naughty?"

"Not really." Hyunjin shook his head and motioned towards his laptop, adjusting you on his lap so you were turned towards the screen. He leaned his chin on your shoulder, one arm wrapped around your stomach and his free hand scrolling up the page.

"Tantric sex?" your eyes widened, cheeks burning instantly.

"Mhm. Have you heard about it?"

"I have. It's supposed to be like meditative and sensual?" you asked, your hand caressing his arm that was holding you.

"Something like that." Hyunjin chuckled. "I just want us to connect like never before. I want to be close to you in every way possible. I want to explore you and love every part of you." he talked, his lips constantly making contact with the back of your neck.

Goosebumps appeared on your skin and you shivered, grabbing at his hand and intertwining your fingers as you turned to look at him.

"Hyunjin." you sighed, your heart beating fast against your chest.

"Don't feel pressured, my love. It's just a suggestion. You don't have to say yes." he smiled sweetly at you.

"Tell me more about it." you whispered, turning to face him fully and gently taking his face in your hands. Hyunjin giggled a little, nuzzling into your palms.

"Okay well, the point is to be in the moment with your partner, take your time as you explore each other and do stuff like breathe together and just touch each other. It doesn't have to be just sex, it's not about getting to the finish line, it's more about enjoying the journey." he explained and you nodded.

"It's supposed to bring us closer together. And when you do finish at the end, it's like the best full body orgasm you can experience." he added.

"So basically it's a huge edge fest?" you joked and Hyunjin laughed.

"Kind of, if you wanna look at it that way." he searched your eyes.

"Of course I wanna be closer to you, my love. It sounds like something wonderful, like an out of body experience." you smiled, kissing his nose.

"So, you wanna try it?" he beamed at you and you nodded.

"Yes, I'd love to." Hyunjin let out a delighted chuckle as he hugged you tighter, making you giggle.

You were a little bit nervous but excited to try something so romantic and loving with your sweet Hyunjin.

~

A few days later, after doing more research and discussing about it, the two of you finally had a weekend off, no other plans, perfect for enjoying each other without anyone else bothering you.

As soon as you opened your eyes that Saturday, you found Hyunjin already awake and smiling at you.

"Good morning, beautiful." he said and you whined, covering your face with the blanket, mumbling behind it.

"Don't hide." Hyunjin pried the blanket out of your fingers, pulling it down and chuckling at your disheveled state.

"You'll look at me all day today anyways." you huffed, moving your hair out of your face. He leaned in and gave you a few sweet pecks.

"I can't wait." he smiled, wrapping his arm around you.

You stayed like that quietly for some time as you caressed the back of his neck and he drew circles on your back. You almost fell back asleep until he lifted up and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm gonna start preparing our space." Hyunjin said before getting up. You turned on your back, stretching with a smile.

It was really happening.

By the time you got up and made your way to the living room, Hyunjin had already moved around some furniture, preparing the carpeted floor with covers, blankets and pillows. The two of you thought your living room would be the best option, it was spacious and full of light, usually the room where you relaxed, with all the pretty paintings Hyunjin had hung on the walls and the flower pots you had scattered around.

It was also the room where you first kissed and made love on your third date, when you invited Hyunjin over for a home cooked dinner.

"Need help?" you asked and Hyunjin nodded.

"I prepared some fruit in the kitchen. And water bottles. You can bring it here." he said and you walked away to the kitchen, bringing all the stuff to the living room.

Hyunjin was lighting up some scented candles before he turned to smile at you.

"Do you think it's warm enough here? I turned on the heating."

"It's fine. Comfortable." you nodded.

You decided to eat a simple toast for breakfast and have just a little bit of coffee. There was a strict rule of no devices whatsoever, just you and Hyunjin in your own little world so he grabbed your phones and laptops, leaving it all turned off in your bedroom.

Lastly, Hyunjin dimmed the lights and took your hand in his gently, a sweet smile dancing on his lips as the two of you finally settled in your living room.

"So, how do we start?" you asked, feeling a little nervous.

"However we feel like. There is no rules to that." he smiled. "Though matching our breathing is important. But I just wanna embrace you first, my love." Hyunjin added, placing his hands gently on your waist. You smiled wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest against his as you felt his warmth and found yourself enjoying the familiar and comforting place your lover's arms provided.

You held each other quietly for some time, then ever so slightly you started moving together to the quiet relaxing music in the background as if you were slow dancing but even slower. With your eyes closed, you pressed your cheek against his, your heart already filling up with love. Swaying with him like that almost made you feel like your feet weren't even touching the ground.

"You wanna sit down?" Hyunjin whispered quietly after a while, brushing his lips against your cheek gently.

"Mhm." you said and he leaned back, his hands finding yours and fingers entwining as he sat down cross-legged, you following suit and mirroring his pose, scooting closer to him so your knees and feet touched. Both of you were wearing only underwear and a shirt you slept in so the bare skin contact already got your breath stuck in your throat.

Hyunjin held your hands, resting them over his knees, his thumb caressing your skin gently. He gave you a little smile as the two of you held eye contact. You slowed your breathing, focusing on the moment as Hyunjin observed you. A little giggle escaped your lips.

"Sorry." you whispered.

"No, it's okay. We should be smiling and laughing. I'm glad that looking at me makes you giggle, darling." he smiled and you felt your cheeks burning. Even after so many shared moments together, you felt shy under his gaze at times.

"Well yeah, you always make me smile." you said quietly, it was his turn to giggle as he gently squeezed your hands. You sat like that for a while, gazing into each other's eyes lovingly, warmth spreading throughout your body, enveloping your heart as butterflies started fluttering inside your stomach, the flapping settling in your gut. You were shocked that only looking into Hyunjin's eyes already started making you feel aroused.

You closed your eyes a few times to take a deep breath and then looked at him again.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked.

"The day we met." Hyunjin answered.

"Oh. You bumped into me pretty hard." you laughed and he chuckled.

"It was Kkami's fault." he added and you rolled your eyes playfully.

"Poor Kkami." you pouted jokingly, reminiscing the day you thought would be the worst day ever but instead, you ended up meeting the love of your life. It was a horrible day at work, you were stressed as you were walking home, clutching a comforting cup of coffee when out of nowhere a little dog came running your way, barking as he flew past you, after him his owner who bumped into you so hard that you fell on your ass and spilled coffee all over yourself.

All you wanted to do in that moment was to just stay on the floor and cry. The handsome stranger gasped and shrieked, apologizing profusely before helping you up. He kept begging you to let him make it up to you and that's how you let him get you a new cup of coffee, exchanging names and numbers.

Only two weeks later you started dating, and you haven't looked back since.

"Thinking about it too now?" Hyunjin asked.

"I was." you smiled.

"I was in love with you the moment you yelled at me. You were so scary but so pretty." he confessed and you laughed.

"I thought I looked pathetic. I felt like it." you shook your head.

"No, you looked so beautiful." Hyunjin smiled, squeezing your hands gently.

"If you say so." you giggled and he let go of your hands, reaching towards your chest and putting his palm against your heartbeat.

He took your wrist in his other hand and guided your hand to his chest, your palm pressed against his heart too.

"Can you feel my heart beating for you, my love?" Hyunjin whispered and you felt a rush of emotions overwhelming you.

"Yes, I can." you whispered.

"Breathe with me." he added and the two of you kept eye contact, feeling each other's hearts beating as you matched your breathing.

You already felt overwhelmed with love for Hyunjin, as if your heart would burst, being close to him, looking at him, being looked at by him, being noticed, touched, loved.

"I wanna kiss you." Hyunjin said. "Am I being impatient?" he asked and you chuckled.

"I don't know. Aren't we supposed to let our feelings and desires lead us?"

"I guess we are. Come sit on my lap, beloved." Hyunjin smiled and you untangled your legs and stood up, stretching a little before sitting in his his lap, your legs wrapped around him. Your core was close to his but still far enough that you didn't feel him pressing against you, more so leaning on his legs.

Hyunjin's hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs gently tracing on your skin. The shapes of you were already engraved in his mind, he could sketch you out with his eyes closed.

He leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose, then each of your eyelids, making you giggle quietly as you placed your hands on either side of his neck. Hyunjin took in a sharp breath, his neck was always sensitive and you felt him becoming warmer and more tense as your fingertips ran over his skin.

"Relax." you said, pressing your lips into his cheeks, kissing his soft skin as he leaned his head back a little, enjoying your touches.

"Remember to breathe." you whispered and he nodded.

"Yes." he whispered back, opening his eyes and looking at you with a glazed over look.

"My sweet Jinnie." your hands ran up over his head, as you gently caressed his short hair, giving him a little massage.

"Mm. Darling. That feels really good." his hands came down to your waist and he gently squeezed.

"I love making you feel good." you kissed his forehead and he let out a quiet whine.

"You always make me feel good, beloved." he stated as you kissed the tip of his nose.

His breath hitched when you cupped his face and brushed your lips against his. Hyunjin couldn't help it as he pulled you in just a little closer so now you could feel the warmth of his core near yours.

He puckered up his lips and just stayed like that, connected with you as you matched your breath again. Hyunjin then captured your lower lip between his and started kissing you gently, slowly moving his lips, savoring the moment as if it was the first and last time he would kiss you.

His hands drew little circles on your lower back as you kept kissing him, pouring the love from your lips to his. You didn't even hear the music in the background anymore, all your senses were focused on Hyunjin. He gently rubbed his nose against yours in between kisses and your hands made their way down to his shoulders which you always admired and loved kissing, maybe even sinking your teeth in.

Hyunjin's hands trembled before travelling down to gently squeeze your hips. His fingertips played with the hem of your shirt, the tip of his tongue prodding at your lips. You parted them, letting him in and he tasted you, rubbing his tongue against yours before swirling it around. You felt a zap pass through your core, arousal gathering on your entrance now.

He squeezed your hips again before leaning back a little.

"Gotta catch our breath, hm?" he asked in a sultry tone, his eyes darkened as he brushed a strand of your hair away from your face.

"Mhm." you nodded, clutching at his shoulders a little.

Hyunjin's fingertips softly ran down your inner thighs, making you shiver as he went back up.

You looked down, noticing his erection and you bit your lip. He giggled a little, making you look up at him.

"Usually I'd already be inside you, hm?" he kissed the corners of your lips.

"Yeah, pretty much." you chuckled.

"I wanna keep kissing you, my love." he said, one of his hands tangling in your hair as he held the back of your neck, his other still lingering on your thigh.

"Me too." you said, caressing his upper back, feeling the muscles flexing underneath your palms.

Hyunjin leaned in with a smile, kissing you slowly again until you built up the kiss again, your tongues crashing against each other slowly as you savored the taste of each other.

You couldn't help the little moans escaping your lips, your panties becoming more wet by the second. You throbbed and burned slowly, wanting to feel him closer to you but at the same time enjoying the sensual moment you were in.

You stopped kissing, almost losing track of time, having no idea how long you have been making out.

"I wanna feel how warm you are." Hyunjin bit on your lower lip gently, his fingertips dangerously close to your wet pussy.

"Feel me, beloved." you whispered, gently caressing his back as he touched your thighs.

His fingers made contact with your core through your panties which were soaked at this point.

"Mm, love." Hyunjin's lips pressed against your jaw, kiss after kiss travelling to your neck. You threw your head back with a gasp, concentrating on your breathing and his fingertips just softly running over your clothed pussy.

Your touched his chest, hands sliding down until you got to his erection, your fingers finding his wet head and gently circling it.

"Y/n." his warm breath hit your neck before he licked a long stripe on your skin and gently nipped at it.

"I love you." Hyunjin pressed a kiss under your ear, retracting his hand, in favor of sliding both of them under your shirt and caressing your tummy.

"I love you." you squeezed his length a little, making him moan quietly before you slid your hands to his hips.

He leaned back to smile at you and you kissed him gently as he kept caressing your stomach.

"Can I take it off?" he asked, gripping the end od your shirt and you nodded.

"Of course." you smiled and he pulled your shirt off, tossing it aside. His eyes fell down to your chest and your tummy.

"So beautiful." he said, sucking his bottom lip in.

"Yours too." you said and Hyunjin snapped out of his trance, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the same direction he threw yours.

"Come closer." he wrapped his arms around you and you wrapped yours around him as he pulled you flush against his body, your chest pressed against his and your cores finally touching. You felt as if your entire body was burning as you both let out a sigh at the little friction.

"There's nowhere I'd rather be right now." Hyunjin said, his cheek on your shoulder as you held each other tightly.

"Me too, sharing this moment with you is beautiful." you said, running your fingertips on his back. Hyunjin shivered a little, holding you tighter and you adjusted on his lap, squirming a little and making him moan into your ear.

"Love." he gripped your hips and moved against you slowly, grinding his entire length against your pussy.

"Jinnie." you matched his movement and started grinding against him gently.

The friction between you was delicious and the way you moved against him slowly, not hurrying to finish and holding back a little made you feel even more aroused than usually. You felt like there were waves of pleasure running through your entire body even though he wasn't even inside you.

"My sweet angel." Hyunjin gently cupped your breasts and you shivered, arching into his hands, still moving your core against his softly.

"Jinnie." you whined a little when his thumbs brushed against your nipples.

"I- I feel close."

"You want a break?" he asked and you nodded.

"Okay." he pecked your lips with a smile before the two of you untagled from each other, stretching a little.

"How are you feeling?" you asked when he gave you a bottle of water.

"Like my entire body is on fire."

"Same." you chuckled.

You decided to eat some fruit, sitting close to each other as you talked for a while, calming down just a little even though the fire still burned inside you, now a bit more dim.

"You wanna continue, angel?" Hyunjin asked after a while.

"Yes. What do you wanna do?"

"I want you to lay down and relax for me." he said, brushing his knuckles against your warm cheek.

"Oh. Okay." you smiled, anticipation building up inside you.

"Get comfy." he caressed your legs, noticing the tension in your body. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in and letting out a long exhale as you melted into the blankets beneath you.

Hyunjin hovered over you, leaning in to press small kisses everywhere on your face before kissing your lips. He tasted sweet like the fruit you just ate and you were so addicted to his lips. He slowly slid off your underwear so now you were completely bare under him.

He kissed your jaw, then your neck slowly, taking his time and lingering after each kiss. You felt his hot breath against your skin the entire time, making you shiver as your fingers curled into the sheets below.

"Love, relax." Hyunjin noticed, brushing his fingertips over your hands.

"Sorry." you whined, biting on your lip and relaxing again.

"It's okay." he reassured you, his fingers dancing on your sides. He scooted down a little, leaning in to press kisses on your stomach, dragging his bottom lip against your skin as he looked at you.

"You're so sweet, my darling." Hyunjin murmured against you as he kept kissing you. You fell into sort of a trance, closing your eyes as he kissed you everywhere, coming up to your breasts. His lips continued worshipping your supple flesh, avoiding your nipples at the beginning, making you shake with arousal and need. He gave you only two soft kisses on each bud, leaving you yearning for more.

"Hyun..." you breathed out, blinking your eyes open and seeing that he grabbed the coconut oil used for massage.

"Shh, I got you love. Just stay relaxed like that for me." he cooed at you, caressing your face. You closed your eyes and soon felt the oil drizzle on your abdomen. Your eyes snapped open and you looked at Hyunjin who smiled at you sweetly as he started gently spreading the oil on your skin, his fingers warming you up, right above your core, teasing, loving.

"Focus on your breathing." he reminded you as you got worked up immediately, it felt so good.

You focused on taking deep breaths, amplifying the feeling of his warm hands on you as he gently massaged you, his hands sliding up to your ribs and between your breasts. You fell into another trance as he kept gently running his hands on your body, before he poured some more coconut oil in his palms and softly grabbed your breasts, massaging the flesh.

"Look at my hands, beloved. Look at them worshipping your beautiful body." Hyunjin said and your eyes fluttered open, a moan escaping your lips when you saw the intense but loving look in his eyes, focused only on you, like you were the only thing that existed in the world.

You looked down at his beautiful hands, ones you loved, ones that held you, touched you, gave you comfort, brought your pleasure and painted masterpieces. You felt the urge to kiss and lick at his fingers but held it in, knowing soon he'll be the one receiving all the worship.

"Breathe." he saw you getting worked up.

You took a few deep breaths, feeling yourself getting incredibly wet, probably even dripping on the sheets and you wanted to press your legs together and rub them just to feel a little relief.

"Ah." you whined when Hyunjin started slowly circling around your nipples before pressing his thumbs gently into them and then moving up and down, left and right. Your eyes rolled back, your pussy clenching as you felt so sensitive to everything he was doing to you.

Hyunjin smiled at the state of you, lightly pinching your nipples before circling them again.

"H-Hyunjin." you moaned, feeling like you could cum just from that stimulation.

"Darling." he pinched your nipples again, and you whined, your legs twitching, pressing against his thighs where he kneeled between yours.

"Kiss me." you needed something, anything and Hyunjin obliged, pressing his sweet plump lips against yours, engulfing all the little moans slipping out of you as he kept stimulating your sensitive nipples.

You were so sure you were about to cum from only that when Hyunjin retracted his hands, grabbing a little cloth and cleaning his fingers from the coconut oil. He observed you with a little smile as you stared up at him.

"I need you, Jinnie." you whimpered, trying to close your legs.

"I know." he said, prying your legs open gently, his hands on your inner thighs. "I know, angel."

He leaned down, pressing his lips on your inner thigh as his eyes fell on your core. You felt exposed, a wave of embarrassment washing over you but Hyunjin smiled.

"You're so wet, my love." he whispered, closer to your pussy before he touched your clit ever so gently with his thumb, and that was enough for you to jolt and moan. You've never felt this sensitive before, surprising yourself at the electrifying feeling running through you while he only brushed against your nub.

"So sensitive huh?" he smirked a little, gently running the pad of his thumb up and down.

"Y-yes." you moaned out, your toes curling at the feeling.

"Ready to receive pleasure." he noted, biting on his lip harshly as he circled your clit. You were dripping more and more, your eyes falling down to see his erection straining against his boxers. He followed your eyes and looked down.

"Don't worry. Right now it's about you." Hyunjin reassured you.

"But I wanna see." you breathed out when he dipped his fingers down to gather your wetness and gently smear it all over your aching cunt.

"As you wish, beloved." he retracted his hand for a moment only to get rid of his boxers, his cock springing free, hard and dripping as it slapped against his abdomen.

"Fuck." you groaned, so needy for him. "Touch me more."

Hyunjin didn't need to be told twice, his hand was back between your legs as he started massaging your clit, applying different pressures and movements, making you moan loudly as your legs trembled. You were close again.

"Hyunjin! I'm gonna cum." you whined, fisting the sheets and he stopped, his hands on your inner thighs, caressing you as you shivered.

"Breathe for me." he hovered above you, trying to get you to match his deep breaths.

He kissed you lovingly until you calmed down a little before he made his way between your legs.

"Can I taste you?" he asked and you nodded frantically, you were still burning up like never before.

Hyunjin leaned in immediately, his plump lips pressed against your lower ones. You whined, your breath hitched before you relaxed against his lips, kissing your clit and your wet pussy. He pressed the tip of his tongue in your clit, circling it and making your toes curl again. It was getting harder and harder to hold back. He ran his tongue down through your slit, gathering your juices and swallowing them.

"So sweet, my angel." he muttered against you before prodding at you with his tongue, pushing it in, your warm pussy welcoming him.

"Hyunjin." you moaned his name, your hand finding the back of his head as you caressed him.

"Hyunjin." you repeated as he gently fucked you with his tongue. "I love you." you felt it in the deepest corners of your being, the love for your man.

"I love you so much, my angel." Hyunjin smiled as you touched his face before he dove back in to kiss and suck at your sensitive clit.

Pretty soon, you were trembling against his mouth, messy with your arousal and his spit and he moaned into you when his dick accidentally brushed against the sheets.

He leaned back suddenly, blinking.

"You okay?" you asked.

"I feel like if you touched me right now, I'd cum." he breathed hard, licking around his lips.

"Do you need a break?" you asked.

"No, not yet. You?"

"Maybe just some water." you swallowed and Hyunjin nodded, the two of you hydrating and then exchanging a few sweet kisses.

"You wanna lay down now?" you asked him and he giggled, becoming giddy.

"Yes." he answered and you changed your positions, Hyunjin getting comfy on the blankets as you hovered over him. You took a moment to admire him laid before you, vulnerable and naked, ready to receive your touch and your love.

"Beautiful." you whispered and Hyunjin smiled, his cute dimples showing as his eyes filled up with so much love. You grabbed his hands, bringing them to your lips, kissing his knuckles and he smiled as he looked at you.

"I love your hands so much." you said and he chuckled.

"So you've told me before." he licked at his lip as you started pressing lingering kisses into his fingertips.

"I love them because they can be the most gentle and the most rough, whichever I need." you licked at his middle finger, making him shiver as he stared at you in a trance.

"Y/n." Hyunjin breathed out when gently sucked on his middle finger. "Mm." his body was already trembling, arching into you. You kissed his hand, his palm, his fingertips again and again, looking at the little puddle of pre-cum forming on his navel.

You released his hands after some time, placing yours on his chest and gently running them up and down, slowly moving to his shoulders, his arms, squeezing his biceps then back to his chest where you slid your thumb over his nipples. Hyunjin shivered every time you did that, his body trembling under your touch, his cock twitching and leaking.

He enjoyed having your attention only on him, your touch purposeful as you slid your hands up to his neck, he threw his head back letting you hold him. The way he looked at you in that moment, as if he was giving his entire life to you made you throb, more arousal gathering on your pussy.

"Sweet lover." you whispered, sliding your hands down to his inner thighs full of love bites you had left on them, marking him as yours. You gently touched him, massaging his flesh, fingertips close to his core every time you went up.

"Ah. Yes." he moaned as you touched him. You wanted to hear more, to see more, you wanted to make him feel so good. Your hands were now gently massaging around his cock, closer and closer to where he yearned for you.

You bit on your lip as you gently cupped his balls and Hyunjin let out a desperate moan, trembling under your touch.

"Remember to breathe." you echoed his words and he nodded quickly, his brows furrowed as he breathed deeply, your hand massaging his balls. You put your other hand on his cheek, and he looked at you with a small smile as you smoothed out his eyebrows.

"Relax for me." you cooed at him and he relaxed into the blankets, giving into your touch. His cock kept twitching as you massaged him, pressing your fingertips to his inner thighs, then around his member, then back to cupping his balls and lightly tugging on them.

"Fuck." Hyunjin gasped a little when you gathered the pre-cum that had been dripping on his navel and wrapped your fingers around his tip.

"Oh god." he let out a breath, looking down at your hand as you started circling your fingers all around the head, smearing his pre-cum and running your thumb over his slit.

You were getting even more wet, clenching at the feeling of him in your hand, so warm, so heavy, so wet, just for you. You wrapped your hand around him and started moving it slowly up and down, flicking your wrist at the tip.

"Ah, it feel so good!" Hyunjin whimpered before you wrapped your other hand around him, giving him more stimulation as you moved, squeezed and touched.

"W-wait, I don't wanna cum yet." he stuttered after a few minutes, his cock twitching harshly in your palms.

"Okay." you released him, gently touching his abdomen. You've never seen him so hard and you've never wanted him more, to feel him inside you, to be connected with him.

"Just breathe." you smiled at him, kissing him gently. Hyunjin placed his hand at the back of your head and held you as he pushed his tongue in and massaged yours with it.

You leaned back to catch your breath, trying to align your heartbeats again. You leaned in to kiss his neck and Hyunjin whimpered quietly, throwing his head back to give you access. You gently kissed his skin, inhaling his familiar and comforting scent as you went lower and lower, kissing his chest, his nipples, his stomach until you got to his cock.

"Y/n." he gasped, his thighs trembling when you pressed a kiss to his tip then ran your tongue over his sensitive slit.

"Keep going, please." Hyunjin needed you, he always did. You licked a long slow stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, leaving a few kisses on the way and making him lose his mind. You wrapped your lips around the head and lightly sucked.

Hyunjin let out a guttural moan, twitching against you as you took him in.

"Baby." he groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair. You took your time, enjoying the feeling of his heaviness on your tongue, how warm he was, how he throbbed harder the more you slid down, leaking into your mouth, the salty taste of pre-cum driving you wild, waking up something primal inside you.

You wrapped your hand around the base and slid down as much as you could, gagging lightly around him as you cupped his balls with your other hand again.

"Ah, shit!" Hyunjin's hips jerked, his hand gripping at your hair and you sucked on him a few more moments before releasing.

"I was so close. So close." he panted and you giggled, wiping away the spit on your lips.

"You wanna take a break?" you asked and he nodded, pulling you down to lay next to him.

Your arms wrapped around each other as you threw your leg over his thighs, your hand sliding up and down his arm and shoulder while Hyunjin caressed your head and played with your hair.

You basked in each other's warmth and presence in the comfortable silence for a while before Hyunjin kissed your forehead, making you look up at him.

"How do you feel?" you asked, caressing his face and he nuzzled into your touch.

"Wonderful. Loved." he kissed your palm before smiling at you again.

"I wanna suggest something." you said, sitting up and he leaned up on his elbows and looked at you.

"Of course."

"I always wanted to try... cockwarming you." you said, feeling a little shy as you looked away, your cheeks burning. Hyunjin twitched at your words, his eyes fluttering and hands squeezing and curling into fists.

"Yes. Yes. I'd love that." he said and you looked at him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, don't be shy now." he chuckled, sitting closer to you and wrapping his arms around you.

"You know I'm all yours, my love." he kissed your cheek, nosing against your skin.

"I'm all yours too, beloved."

"I know." Hyunjin smiled, kissing you sweetly. His hand reached between your legs and you pressed your thigh against his, opening up to let him touch you. His fingers slid against your wet entrance, up and down, tapping against your clit and making you whimper on his lips while he kissed you.

You reached down to touch his stomach, fingertips playing with his happy trail as he circled your clit. You let your hand slide lower as you wrapped your hand around his length, pumping him slowly and making him shiver. Hyunjin let out a grunt, laying his head on your shoulder and burying his face in your neck as he pressed his fingertips on your entrance. You leaned into his touch and he took that as a sign to slowly push two of his fingers inside you.

He slid in easily, your pussy clenching around his fingers and sucking them in, you were aching to be filled up for some time now. Neither of you said anything, just enjoyed the moment as both of your hands moved slowly, you spread the pre-cum down his length, giving him languid strokes and he matched your pace, pumping his fingers deep inside you, looking for that sweet spot.

You moaned loudly when he found it, his thumb pressing against your clit while his fingers rubbed your spot.

"Hyun..." you whimpered, squeezing his cock a little and making him bite into your shoulder.

"My love." he sighed then, licking over the bite and kissing it as he felt you getting wetter on his fingers, the thought of finally being inside your warmth made his mind spin.

You were close again, it was just a matter of moments for you to cum, you were so desperate at this point, you were barely holding back at this point. Hyunjin felt you clenching harder around him so he slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty.

"Need you, Jinnie. Need you so much." your hands squeezed at his sides and he pulled you into his lap.

"Shh, it's okay, just wrap your legs around me." he said, grabbing the base of his cock and pressing the tip against your wet pussy. You bit on your lip, your legs wrapped around him as he guided you down on his length slowly, making you feel every inch of him. Both of you moaned loudly at the feeling, your senses heightened as he filled you up perfectly, fitting snuggly inside you.

"So warm." Hyunjin muttered, mouthing at your neck again. You clenched around him, arching your back, your nipples grazing against his skin.

He let out a breath as you slid your hands on his back, shoulders and neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands gently squeezing the supple flesh on your bottom, massaging you.

"Hyunjin. I feel so full." you moaned. "You feel so good inside me." you added, touching the back of his neck.

"My angel. Always ready to take me and make me feel good. I love being inside you. Connected with you." Hyunjin spoke against your skin, lips travelling down to capture your nipple, gently sucking on it.

"Mm." your head started spinning instantly when he sucked a little harder, one of his hands coming up to play with your other breast.

You enjoyed the intimacy of the moment, him inside you while he worshipped your breasts and you caressed his hair, your eyes closed in bliss. There was really nothing else in this moment except you and him. You felt as if your souls were connected, not just your bodies and the thought of so much love between you made you want to burst.

You took his face in your hands and guided his lips to yours, kissing him passionately and lovingly. You squirmed on top of him, pressing your chest against his, both of you getting more desperate.

"Are we gonna break the rules if we make love now?" you asked, kissing the corner of his lips.

"There are no rules. We do what we feel like doing." Hyunjin said with a smile as you kissed the beauty marks on his face.

"Okay." you nodded, embracing him and the two of you stood like that for a few moments before you leaned back.

"I want you to make love to me." you whispered and Hyunjin let out a loving giggle, helping you get off him and move down onto the sheets.

"Gladly." he whispered, pushing you knees up as he positioned himself and slid back inside you easily, filling you up completely.

You moaned in unison as he caged you in with his arms, his body almost completely covering yours. You wrapped your legs around him, digging your heels into his backside. Hyunjin groaned and started fucking you with slow and languid movements.

"I don't think I will last long." he chuckled, his entire face and neck red.

"Me either." you clutched at this back while his hands cradled your head, caressing your hair as he looked at you with eyes full of love and lust.

"I love you, y/n. I wanna be with you forever. In every lifetime, just you and me." Hyunjin talked as he rocked into you slowly, dragging against your clit deliciously and creating perfect friction.

"I love you, Jinnie. Wanna be yours forever, too." you were losing your mind, maybe you were already gone as you nails dug into his flesh without you even realizing. It started from your toes curling and travelled up your legs, making your thighs quiver and then it spread like a fire inside your abdomen, fluttering through your stomach, somehow making your nipples harden even more, goosebumps rising on your skin.

"Hyunjin, I'm cumming." you whimpered and he groaned loudly.

"Me too." he whimpered. "Cum with me, my love."

He was shivering above you, his body on edge like yours, the love between you bursting as the coil finally snapped, feeling like a tidal wave crashing against every part of your body and pouring out of your core all around his length, you exploded, your ears ringing and entire body shaking as you kept cumming for what felt like a whole minute, your pussy clenching around Hyunjin's hardness.

He was stunned by the way you came, adding onto the emotions swirling and building up inside him as he moaned your name repeatedly like a prayer, twitching and exploding inside you, ropes of warm cum filling you up endlessly. Hyunjin kept rocking his hips into you, chasing that feeling, the wave that crashed over both of you, prolonging the orgasm as much as you could.

"Oh my god." you breathed hard as he collapsed on top of you. You felt like you went blind for a second, your ears ringing and your throat dry.

"Wow." Hyunjin squeezed your hand as he came down too.

You were in bliss.

He slowly looked up at you after a while, the sweetest smile adorning his face.

"That was... beautiful." he said and you nodded quickly.

"I can't feel my legs, honestly." you said and Hyunjin chuckled.

"I can't feel my dick." he added and you laughed, playfully smacking his shoulder.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he asked, lifting up to move the hair that got stuck on your sweaty face.

"As much as I love you." you answered and he bit on his lip with a chuckle.

"Happy four years, my love." Hyunjin said, kissing you gently.

"Happy four years, Jinnie." you smiled against his lips. "We should buy Kkami a treat to thank him."

"Oh yes. He did bring me to you." Hyunjin smiled, sliding out of you slowly and then wrapping his arms around you.

You shivered a little and he brought you closer to his warm body, pulling a blanket over the two of you.

"Let's stay like this for a while." he whispered and you nodded, burying your face in his neck, his arms your safe place.

Time and space disappeared around you, the world outside didn't exist, only your hearts vibrating together with a love that would last forever.

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── ✧ ˚. ꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ nerd!han jisung x popular!f!reader 𝓰enre/𝓽ags. college au, fluff, angst (kinda but not rlly), minor profanity, jisung is the cutiest pie ever oml 𝔀ords. 2.3k

[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — omg, i just realized i haven’t posted an actual written fic on here in FOREVER that’s crazy, we need to change that. but n e way, this is actually for @sta4, i’m so sorry this took a gazillion years (pls forgive me) and i rlly hope you liked it <3

“Be honest… do you think she noticed?” Jisung looked visibly in distress, his face drained of all color as if he’d just witnessed a paranormal sighting in his own dorm.

“Dude she definitely saw it, you blew it. Big time.” Jeongin states matter-of-factly, as if it were the end all be all.

Jisung slumped backwards, sinking into the mattress, dark brunette strands tumbled haphazardly over the pillow as he stared up at the ceiling. He’d been overthinking and analyzing every little detail for hours since that fleeting encounter you had with him in class this morning. He didn’t want to believe a word his friend was telling him, still latching onto a sliver of hope that you hadn’t took a peek at his laptop screen before he slammed it shut the second you walked up to him.

He grimaced at the thought of you taking note of his Goku wallpaper, everything happened so fast, he wasn’t given much time to react— though he’s almost 99% positive you hadn’t caught sight of it.

You approached him with a confident stride, your head held high, even adding a little wave which he barely registered as being directed towards him. He thought he was hallucinating from being so sleep deprived, staying up all night playing video games might’ve finally took a toll on him— but as he blinks again to snap out of his ‘dream’, you’re still standing right there.

Jisung was more than confused why you of all people would want to talk to him, praying by some miracle you couldn’t detect how much of a nervous wreck he was on the inside, forcing a stiff smile as he tried his best to play it off like he totally wasn’t losing his mind.

The strong scent of your perfume lingered in the air, making it even more of a struggle for him to breathe, let alone speak, but he couldn’t shake off the embarrassment. If you knew how much of a weeb he truly was, he’d probably never show his face around you or on campus ever again.

“Okay, maybe there’s a possibility she may have seen it, but only for a split second! Otherwise, I think I played it cool.” He recants, brushing off his friend’s lack of verbal support, “I was in the middle of an intense game of Tetris and she asked for my notes!”

Jeongin shrugs, “Okay, so..? That doesn’t suddenly make her interested in you.”

“Yeah it does, because she asked me specifically out of everyone else so that’s gotta mean something, right?” He reaffirms, the hopeful tone in his voice laced with sheer desperation.

Jeongin shifts slightly, leaning further into the comfort of his gaming chair, not even bothering to pause his game of League of Legends to entertain his friend’s delusions. He didn’t mean to crush Jisung’s ego with his cynicism but he had to be realistic.

“You sound like those giddy high school girls who just interacted with their crush for the first time.”

Well, he wasn’t lying, he surely did feel like one. Ever since you spoke to him earlier all he could think about was you— nothing else occupied his mind. He couldn’t concentrate on a single thing, couldn’t retain any of the information he read as he studied, or even play League which was his favorite game of all time. He was deeply, utterly infatuated and his thoughts were scattered all over the place.

Jisung sinks his teeth into his lower lip, swallowing an unnecessarily thick lump that’s been sitting in the back of his throat, “Look, all I’m saying is I don’t think I totally blew it. She even winked back at me when she left! She’s into me, I can feel it.”

Jeongin chuckles at his friend’s sudden newfound confidence but still remains unconvinced.

“We’ll see about that tomorrow when she ignores you and forgets that you even existed.”

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The next day in class, Jisung is doing everything he can to try and maintain a nonchalant demeanor but it wasn’t working— at all. He’d completely thrown his ‘cool’ act out the window the minute he accidentally locked eyes with you, not even noticing how he’s been anxiously bouncing his leg underneath the desk.

He could’ve sworn you were an otherworldly being, he didn’t even feel adequate enough to be sitting in the same room as you.

You had sat a couple rows ahead of him, he preferred to always sit in the back along with Jeongin. He couldn’t help but stare, you were simply nothing short of perfect— lost in a trance as he watched you absentmindedly twirl the pencil you had borrowed from him along with his notes from the day before.

You had jotted down a few things in your spiral notebook, but it seemed as though you weren’t paying much attention to the lecture, copying most of your friend’s notes who sat beside you, every so often you’d be giggling at something she whispered to you— having been shushed by the professor more than once already.

Class went on as usual— it dragged on slower than it normally did, but maybe that was because Jisung kept zoning in and out. He didn’t take very many notes since he already knew most of the material like the back of his hand, but he still pretended to anyway, scribbling nonsense in the margins just to keep his hands busy, not even realizing that he’s wrote your name several times with hearts surrounding it, flipping the page immediately before Jeongin could notice what he’d been mindlessly up to.

Once class was officially over, everyone scrambled out of their seats to rush out of there as quickly as possible. Jeongin had one more class left that took place in ten minutes, bidding his goodbyes before he dashed out the classroom. Jisung slung his bag over his shoulder, getting ready to leave— until you appeared from seemingly out of nowhere, the sweet scent of your perfume infiltrating his senses once again.

Holding your notebooks flat against your chest, your delicate, freshly manicured hand tapped his arm lightly— just enough to get his attention. As if you didn’t already have it given to you on a silver platter.

He froze in place, still recovering from the shock of the events that unfolded from yesterday.

“Hey Jisung, I was wondering if-”

“Yes.” He blurts without hesitation before you could even finish your sentence, instantly regretting everything— oh how he wants to bash his head against the wall repeatedly at this very moment..

You could see the desperation seeping through his pores, but you don’t point it out. It was honestly kind of cute to you and you found it endearing how timid he’d act around you, a stark contrast from most of the frat boys you’d often interact with.

He attempts to save himself by quickly rephrasing his words, only to come off as more socially inept than he already is. “S-sorry.. it’s been a long day for me. Uh, what did you need..?”

You giggled softly, “I was wondering if you could help me with statistics? Unfortunately I’m not doing very well and can’t afford to flunk this semester, so I was hoping you could tutor me?” Your eyes beamed at him as if they held a million galaxies in them.

“Y-yeah, sure. I can help!” He awkwardly responds, adjusting his thick framed glasses by pushing them up with his index and middle finger.

A smile spreads across your face upon hearing that, “oh, awesome!” You weren’t expecting him to readily agree on the spot, but it worked out in your favor perfectly. “So, what days are you free?”

24/7. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. He would simply rearrange his whole life for you.

“Usually I’m free on Tuesdays or Thursdays, sometimes Wednesdays but it depends,” he answers, trying to sound as if he’s been asked this a million times before. “But.. if none of those days don’t work for you, I can work something else out.”

That was a total lie. There was nothing he needed to work out.

“Oh and weekends are kinda iffy for me,” he added.

Yet another lie. He was quite literally always free.

“Tuesdays and Thursdays works out perfectly for me, actually!” You take up his offer right away, “how does tomorrow after school at my place sound?”

You spoke so casually, completely unfazed, as if you weren’t actively flipping his entire world upside down. He simply nodded. Somehow managing not to freak out instead of dropping to his knees in front of you like some lovesick puppy.

“Cool! Wanna exchange numbers?” You calmly suggest while pulling out your phone from the back pocket of your jeans.

Jisung nervously gulped, his throat going dry yet again as he slowly feels himself about to have a mental breakdown.

You wanted his phone number?

Now he’ll really get the last laugh when he rubs it in Jeongin’s face that he’s got one of the prettiest and most popular girls at school’s number. You switch phones and he adds his contact information into yours to which you do the same for him.

Once you gave it back, his heart nearly leaps out of his chest when he sees the contact name you set in his phone: ‘y/n <3’

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“C’mon y/n, we only have four more problems left.” Jisung is doing all he can to try and motivate you, pointing his finger at the next problem he urged you to solve but you groaned in response.

You invited him over to your dorm while your other roommate would be gone for a couple of hours, opting to study in your room rather than the common area. Your room was on the smaller scale, but still had a warm and cozy atmosphere to it. Movie posters and fairy lights lined the walls of your side, along with dozens of little random trinkets you’ve collected over the years as decoration, and succulent plants sat on the window sill. The vanilla candle you burned added a nice touch, it was calming, tranquil— exactly how Jisung imagined it to be.

“I can’t do this anymore..” you draw out a heavy sigh, looking at the equation as it were in a third language. Math has always been your Achilles heel, it was your least favorite subject and you barely passed by the skin of your teeth each time.

“My brain’s going to explode if I continue this for another minute,” you couldn’t even force yourself to power through, you were beyond over it. Yes, you were being a little overdramatic, but you got the point across— you needed a well deserved break.

His hand accidentally brushed up against yours to grab a colored pencil, “okay, if you really need a break then let’s take one and I’m sorry if I’m overwhelming you in any way. I’ll finish the problem for you and we can stop for a while.” He writes the rest of the equation down on the worksheet and turns to you to hand the colored pencil back, hoping that you don’t notice his flushed exterior.

You lean your arm against the desk, resting the side of your face inside your palm, “can’t believe this is my life now.. studying for my stupid stats exams instead of having fun with my friends.”

Jisung couldn’t help but take some pride in himself for that, sure you may be just using him as a personal tutor but at least he’s getting to spend one on one time with you.

“So you chose studying with me over hanging out with your friends?”

He still couldn’t believe he was even here, he almost had a heart attack when you texted him first that same day you asked to exchange numbers. He would spend minutes contemplating over every little word, every punctuation, and if he wasn’t sure how to respond, he’d simply send you some weird meme that he found while scrolling on Reddit. His phone used to be drier than a desert, but now he’s checking it every 5 seconds in case he gets a new message from you.

“Yeah, I mean I could always see them another time but I refuse to retake this class again over the summer,” you shrugged, “plus you seem pretty cool, I like hanging out with you.”

Was he hearing things correctly? Did one of the most popular girls on campus just say that she likes hanging out with him? He truly felt like he was dreaming— yeah, he had to be dreaming.

“I didn’t think you hung out with guys like me..”

Your brows furrowed, glancing over at him as if he’d just said the most absurd news you’ve ever heard. “And what makes you think that?”

“Uh- I dunno.” He stammered, his eyes darting across the room, looking everywhere but at you.

Curse him for being so damn awkward… and curse you for being the prettiest girl he’s ever laid eyes on.

You couldn’t help but giggle, “I actually think you’re really cute,” you confess, choosing a less subtle approach about expressing your feelings, “you’re nice and super smart too, which most guys aren’t.”

The two of you stayed in silence for what seemed like an eternity before he grew the ability to choke up a response, his ears burning the deepest shade of crimson, “Well.. thank you.”

“I mean it.” You solemnly replied, “Also, I think your Goku wallpaper is really cool.”

So you did notice it after all. But you didn’t care, you took interest in him because he was authentically himself, you liked him exactly for who he is— he’s never pretended to be something that he’s not.

Before you even gave him the opportunity to speak, you decide to lay it all out on the table. Harboring no regrets. “I like you a lot, Jisung.”

He paused, still trying to process everything that’s been thrown at him in a matter of seconds, but he could no longer deny the way he felt. The corners of his lips curled upward, his gummy smile making an eventual appearance, knowing exactly where this leads after he says those final words.

“I really like you too, y/n.”

it’s literally 3 am and i am SO SLEEPY, but i had to finish this for you guys <33 pls lmk if you liked this, likes/comments/reblogs are much appreciated tysm !! ( *ﾉ ▽ﾉ) ✧･ﾟ

[whatdoyouwanttocallmefor]

Their reaction when their s/o suprise them at their concert (Maknae Line)

And of course! This is the version for Han, Felix, Seungmin, and I.N. the Maknae Line! For those who didn't read the Hyung Line, you can check it out, too! Enjoy!! (Ps: the picture is not mine, and all credit are to the owner. I likely take at pinterest if you want to see)

WARNING: NONE

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🐿️ Han Jisung

Jisung was having the time of his life, jumping around the stage, hyping up the crowd with his usual playful energy. But the second his eyes landed on you in the audience, his world came to a complete stop.

“Oh—”

The surprised sound slipped out before he could stop it, right into the mic, making fans burst into laughter. His expression was priceless, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, completely caught off guard. For a moment, he just stood there, staring at you like you were a dream he was afraid to wake up from.

Then, as if the realization finally hit him, he let out a giddy laugh, covering his face with his hands before peeking at you again. His entire demeanor shifted, he became even more energetic, running around the stage with the biggest smile on his face, constantly stealing glances at you. Whenever he caught your eye, he’d point at you dramatically or send exaggerated winks, making the fans swoon.

When the concert ended, he didn’t waste a second. The moment he saw you backstage, he bolted toward you, nearly knocking you over as he threw his arms around you.

“I thought I was hallucinating,” he whined against your shoulder. “You can’t just appear out of nowhere like that!”

You laughed, running a hand through his slightly damp hair. “I wanted to surprise you.”

He pulled back just enough to cup your face, his eyes softening. “Well, you did. And it’s the best surprise ever.” Then, he grinned, his nose brushing against yours. “Now, don’t be mad if I don’t let you go for the next few hours.”

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🐥 Felix

The second Felix’s eyes found you in the crowd, his reaction was immediate, his hands flew to his chest as he gasped dramatically, his entire face lighting up like a thousand stars. His lips parted in surprise before curving into the brightest smile, his freckles smile on full display.

For a moment, he just stood there, taking in the sight of you, before excitement took over. He started bouncing in place, waving at you like a little kid who just spotted his favorite person. Fans caught onto his reaction instantly, their screams getting even louder as they pointed out how adorably flustered he was.

Throughout the concert, he kept making small hearts at you, pointing in your direction, and even whispering something to the members while giggling like a schoolboy. Every time he passed by your side of the stage, he’d throw in an extra dance move or a little wave, just for you.

When the concert finally ended, Felix practically sprinted off stage, his eyes searching for you the second he reached backstage. The moment he spotted you, he let out a happy squeal and ran straight into your arms, wrapping himself around you in the tightest hug possible.

“You really came!” he exclaimed, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes were shining, full of love and disbelief. “You didn’t tell me you were coming!”

You smiled, running your hands through his soft blonde hair. “I wanted to see your reaction.”

Felix pouted before grinning again, his arms tightening around you. “Best surprise ever.” He buried his face in your shoulder, whispering, “I missed you so much.”

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🐶 Seungmin

Seungmin prided himself on being level-headed, the type who didn’t get flustered easily. But the second he spotted you in the crowd, he knew he was doomed.

His grip on the mic tightened, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop the massive smile threatening to break across his face. His ears turned red, but he quickly forced himself to look away, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Fans noticed, of course. They caught the way he kept sneaking glances at you, how his lips twitched every time you cheered his name. His normally serious stage presence softened, his voice became more gentle during his singing parts, and his usually sharp dance moves carried a little more warmth.

When the concert ended, Seungmin casually walked backstage, acting like he wasn’t in a hurry. But the moment he saw you, all pretense melted away.

“Oh, so you finally decided to show up, huh?” he teased, crossing his arms. His tone was playful, but his eyes betrayed him, they were full of warmth, relief, and something deeper.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not even happy to see me?”

That’s when his facade cracked. With a small sigh, he stepped forward and pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on your head. “I am,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “I missed you.”

You smiled against his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady against your cheek. “I missed you too.”

Seungmin huffed, squeezing you just a little tighter. “Next time, at least warn me. My heart almost stopped when I saw you.”

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🦊 I.N

Jeongin was in the middle of interacting with fans, his bright smile lighting up the arena, when his eyes suddenly landed on you.

His jaw dropped.

His head whipped around to the other members, as if needing confirmation that what he was seeing was real. When they didn’t react, he turned back to you, still wide-eyed. You could see the way his mouth moved slightly, as if trying to form words but failing.

Fans immediately noticed his reaction, their screams growing louder. Some of them turned to see what had caught his attention, and soon, the whispers of “Is that Y/N?” spread through the crowd.

Jeongin quickly recovered, though his expression remained stunned for the rest of the song. Throughout the night, he kept sneaking glances at you, his smile getting softer every time he saw you cheering for him. At one point, he even pointed in your direction, mouthing a small but heartfelt “I see you.”

After the concert ended, Jeongin wasted no time making his way backstage. The second he saw you, his expression turned into the biggest pout.

“You almost gave me a heart attack!” he whined, stomping over to you. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

You grinned, pulling him into a hug. “Because I wanted to see that exact reaction.”

He groaned, burying his face in your shoulder, but you could feel his smile against your skin. His arms tightened around you, refusing to let go. “I’m really, really happy you’re here,” he mumbled, his voice slightly muffled.

You ran a hand through his hair, chuckling. “I’ll surprise you more often then.”

Jeongin pulled back just enough to look at you, shaking his head with a playful glare. “No way. My heart can’t handle it.” But then, he smiled, pressing his forehead against yours. “But… I’m glad you’re here.”

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I hope this makes their reactions even more enjoyable! Let me know if there's anything wrong so I can improve yall 😞🙏🏻 Please do go to my list if you intersted in reading my humble creations ✨️

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☂ keep em on their toes☂

➴ ot8! × fem reader! ➴

• ·➤ '‘god forbid you frighten a lad like that!'’

☢ warning:- banter, cursing, playful insults!!!

ignore timestamps and percentage !!!

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[shinhyunjin]

── .✦ daily texts with boyfriend hyunjin.

⟢ pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

⟢ genre: fluff, humor, established relationship

⟢ author’s note: this is just a light little something for hyunjin’s birthday. i hope you guys enjoy<3

[moon-ttokki-x]

protective!maknae line skz x maknae!9th member reader

pairing: protective!ot8!skz x maknae!9th member reader

summary: how skz would be protective of their maknae (that's you!)

genre: idol!au, 9th member!au, maknae line being super sweet and supportive, mentions of acne, scars, uhh spiders? bugs in general, seungmin villain era, felix is passive aggressive (there's a valid reason i promise)

a/n: divider by @mikeykuns . also taglist is open for anyone who wants to join !

skz masterlist | hyung line

Han who watches out of the corner of his eye as your stylist sits you down in your usual chair before the show, and begins sticking stickers all over your face. When you bat their hand away, they tell you it's because of your scars and acne that's been happening recently, and Han can't fight the sudden, unexpected anger that rises up inside of his chest as he watches you sink down into the chair and go silent. Definitely gets up and puts a few of the same stickers on his own face so as not to draw attention to yours, and gently peels off a few of them on your face, telling you that you look stunning whether there are blemishes on your face or not. Spends the rest of pre-concert prep sticking stickers onto the members' butts to try and cheer you up (it works).

Felix who goes live after you received hate for your outfit at their latest concert, passive-aggressively mentioning the event and glaring through the camera. Comments flood the screen but he couldn't care less; he just doesn't see the point of hating on someone so unnecessarily for something that wasn't even their fault. Doesn't look up as you appear at the door, silently watching him chide the 'Stays' who threw hateful comments at you as you left the venue after the performance. Bravely sticks up for you despite the many repercussions it could have, and lets you sit under his desk while he changes the subject, talking to Stay through the camera about various other things. Strokes your hair and lets you rest your head on his knee, relishing his comforting warmth.

Seungmin who talks far more than usual during a certain episode of a variety show; he's watching you being pushed towards a small container, with some sort of spider or bug inside. You've mentioned to him before that that sort of thing really freaks you out, and he can see the visible distress on your face as you're forced to pick the insect up, flinching and tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. Tries to draw the hosts' attention away from you so you can put the unpleasant insect down, and messes about and knocks things over to keep them occupied while you collect yourself. And, if he's feeling particularly mean (which he is) the hosts might find themselves dealing with a few creepy crawlies in their dressing room later. But it's nothing to do with him, he didn't do anything.... (yes he did).

Jeongin who quickly covers you during a performance when your voice cracks or goes unstable, not even looking at you so people don't catch onto the mistake. Even adds a few notes onto the song to draw attention away from you, and winks at you as he slides into his position for the second part of the routine, effortlessly covering the part you've missed due to the slip-up. He knows how it feels, to feel like you ruined a performance for the whole group, so he sticks with you after the show as well, holding your hand, and talking to you constantly and quietly to keep your mind off of the mistake. Even messes about with his hyungs to make you laugh (though he's terrified of what Minho might do to him later), but it's worth it to see you smile, always.

a/n: yayy second part . just keeping you guys fed <3 keep an eye out for the second part of 'stupidly perfect' (chan x reader)!

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I guess it'll never end with one more 😂 han soft hour for today

Just One More - Han Jisung

Goodbyes always take a little longer thanks to your lovely boyfriend.

You were already running late. Your phone vibrated with another notification, no doubt a reminder that if you didn’t leave now, you’d never make it on time. But your boyfriend had a way of making time feel irrelevant.

"Okay, I really have to go now," you said, tilting your head up towards him.

Han pouted slightly, his warm brown eyes flickering with mischief. "Already?"

"Yes, already," you teased, leaning in to press a quick goodbye kiss to his lips. It was supposed to be short, a fleeting touch, but even in that brief moment, his lips curled into a smile against yours.

As you pulled back, he caught your wrist. "One more."

You rolled your eyes but indulged him, kissing him again.

He hummed, clearly pleased. "Mmm. Another."

"Hannie—"

"Just one more," he said, his voice laced with playful innocence.

You sighed in faux exasperation but leaned in once again, letting your lips linger just a second longer this time.

As soon as you pulled away, he tilted his head, eyes twinkling. "Okay, I lied. One more."

A laugh bubbled out of you. "Han—"

"Y/N—" he mimicked your tone, his fingers slipping around your waist. "You’re really gonna leave me like this? Cold? Lonely?"

You playfully shoved his arm. "You're literally going to the studio to be surrounded by your members in, like, ten minutes."

"Yeah, but they don’t give me kisses like you do," he murmured, his voice softer now. His thumb brushed against your jawline, his expression turning just a little more serious. "One last one. Promise."

You sighed, but it was a losing battle, and you both knew it. "Last one," you warned.

He grinned victorious and as you kissed him this time, he held onto you just a little tighter, just a little longer – just enough to make you wish you really didn’t have to go.

When you finally pulled away, his lips still ghosting over yours, he whispered, "I love you."

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "I love you too."

"Even if you're making me run late, again," you added.

Han gasped. "Hey! I’m just loving you!"

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide your smile as you stepped away. Just as you turned towards the door, you heard him call out with that same teasing tone—

"Okay, but would one more really hurt so much?"

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boyfriend texts  |  ˚  ‧ ੭゛ 

random texts with ʚ hwang hyunjin ɞ | warnings: reader gets called girlfriend once, cursing.

｡ ᰋ 𓂃 ⛾ | in honor of hyune day ! of course i had to post this cause im literally hyunjiiza.. happy birthday to my favorite boy what the heck :( because of the situation that went down my blog reboot was kind of ruined so my whole page is mismatched right now but it’ll be fixed within a week or so :) happy reading !

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★ pairing。nonidol!hyunjin x afab!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎g. ╰・  angst , smut‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cw。 unprotected sex , oral (f. receiving) , they're in love your honor wc。 4.3k

lana's note!  ᰍᩚ this is kinda like a friends to lovers type thing except it starts late in the situationship phase, idk what this is tbh, i got bored and thought of it

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it was a typical friday night, the kind of party everyone in your class had been buzzing about for days. a packed house, music pulsing through the walls, the air thick with alcohol and the sharp bite of too many cheap colognes. you were there, perched on the worn-out couch in the sunroom with your friends, half-listening as they gushed over the guys at the party. the room was dimly lit, the only glow coming from a few tangled strings of fairy lights that flickered unevenly, casting soft shadows across the walls.

you wanted to be here—at least, that’s what you told yourself. you liked the distraction, the way alcohol dulled the edges of emotions you refused to acknowledge. lately, those emotions had been clawing at your chest, threatening to spill over, and drinking was the only thing that kept them at bay. you weren’t about to let yourself feel, not when feeling meant risking getting hurt again.

then, as if on cue, he walked in.

hyunjin.

your heart lurched the second your eyes landed on him, a cruel reminder of something you wanted but could never have. he strolled in effortlessly, his presence commanding attention without even trying, flanked by felix and changbin. his dark eyes swept over the room, taking in the scene, and then—inevitably—they found you.

you didn’t think. you just acted. without hesitation, you tipped your glass back, downing the rest of your drink in one go. the burn of the alcohol was nothing compared to the ache in your chest, the one that only seemed to grow stronger every time he was near. you needed more. more to drink, more distance, more anything to push away the emotions threatening to surface.

hyunjin noticed. of course, he did.

he didn’t say anything right away, but you felt his eyes on you—watching, assessing. he always had this way of looking at you, like he was trying to solve a puzzle only he could see. he could tell something was wrong, that you were struggling, but he didn’t know why.

and you weren’t about to let him find out.

for years, you and hyunjin had been inseparable. what started as a simple friendship—born from long nights studying together, laughing over inside jokes, and supporting each other through the highs and lows of life—evolved into something deeper, something unspoken. he was your safe place, and you were his. but neither of you ever crossed that line, both too scared to risk what you had.

then, everything changed.

a few months ago, you went through a painful breakup, one that left you reeling. you had trusted, loved, and given your heart away—only to have it shattered. the pain made you wary, hesitant to let anyone get too close again. and hyunjin, ever the patient friend, had been there for you through it all. he never pushed, never asked for more than you could give. he just stayed.

but one night, after too many drinks and too many lingering stares, you found yourself in his arms in a way you never had before. it wasn’t just a moment of weakness—it was comfort, desperation, need. what was supposed to be a one-time thing became something neither of you could walk away from. it started with stolen kisses behind closed doors, tangled sheets, and hushed promises of this doesn’t mean anything. but as the weeks passed, something shifted.

the sex turned softer, more intimate. he would press lingering kisses to your temple, trace gentle patterns on your skin afterward. you would wake up in his bed, wrapped in his warmth, and pretend you didn’t crave staying longer. it was dangerous—because the more time you spent wrapped up in hyunjin, the harder it became to deny what was happening between you.

but you had to deny it.

because falling for him meant opening yourself up again. and after what you had been through, you weren’t sure you could survive that kind of heartbreak twice.

so you pushed him away. again. and again.

but hyunjin wasn’t stupid. he saw through every excuse, every attempt to put distance between you. he knew you felt it too—knew you were running from something real. and no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you couldn’t ignore the way your heart ached every time you saw him.

and now, as your eyes met his, from across the kitchen, the ache in your chest grew. 

it didn’t take long for you to get tipsy enough to crave hyunjin’s touch—his warmth, his presence—and he welcomed you with open arms. before you knew it, you were stumbling into a bedroom upstairs, hands everywhere, lips colliding in desperate, messy kisses.

his fingers dug into your waist, pulling you closer, and you clutched at his shirt, tugging at the fabric until it bunched against his ribs. he broke the kiss just long enough to yank it over his head, tossing it aside before his mouth crashed back to yours—hot and needy.

“you look so good tonight,” he muttered, voice low and breathless against your lips. his hands slid down to your hips, guiding you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed.

you barely remembered falling onto the mattress—all you remembered was the way hyunjin followed, crawling over you with that same hunger burning in his eyes. his lips moved down your neck, biting and kissing and tasting while your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer.

everything blurred—clothes tugged and tossed aside, warm skin pressed against yours. your breaths mingled in the charged air, messy and uneven.

he kissed down your body, his mouth hot and teasing as he moved lower. you gasped when his lips ghosted over your inner thigh, and then you moaned outright when he pressed a lingering kiss to your mound.

“hyun—” you whined, but your words melted into a sharp gasp when his tongue met your clit. he licked you like he was savoring you, dragging his tongue in slow, deliberate circles before closing his lips around your most sensitive spot. a deep groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating against you. he was lost in it—lost in you—his hands gripping your thighs tightly to keep you from squirming away.

“fuck—oh my god,” you gasped, clutching at the sheets as the pressure in your core built rapidly. his fingers flexed harder against your skin, his nails digging into your flesh, and your body tensed.

“i’m—shit, i’m cumming,” you cried out, your body shaking violently as the pleasure crashed over you.

he didn’t stop—not right away. he kept licking, sucking, savoring every bit of you until the overstimulation forced you to gently push his head away. even then, he lingered, leaving a messy kiss against your soaked folds before rising to his feet.

his cock was heavy in his boxers, the outline thick and prominent as he hurriedly shoved the fabric down. he crawled over you again, kissing you roughly—hungry, like he needed this, needed you.

“you’re driving me insane,” he rasped against your lips, his hand fumbling to spread your thighs wider. his cock bobbed against your slick entrance, and you reached down, guiding him inside you.

he pushed in slowly, groaning low in his throat as you stretched around him. the feeling was overwhelming—the heat, the weight of him pressed so perfectly against you.

it started fast and frantic—hips grinding together in messy desperation. you clung to him, his skin warm and slick beneath your fingertips, both of you chasing something primal and raw. but somewhere in the haze of it all, something shifted.

his kisses deepened, slowing to something softer, something felt. his fingers laced with yours, pinning your hand beside your head as he rocked into you, deep and deliberate. his forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm and shaky against your lips.

“fuck,” he groaned, voice strained like he was holding himself back. his free hand trailed along your waist, down to your thigh, where his fingers dug in just enough to ground you.

it was too much—his body against yours, the way he filled you so perfectly. the way he whispered your name, soft and reverent, like you were something precious.

your heart raced, your breath hitched, and before you could stop it, the pressure in your core unraveled once more. it rushed through you fast and hard, making your body arch beneath him.

“f-fuck,” you choked out, and then—without thinking, without meaning to—you said it.

“i love you.”

the words tumbled from your lips right as you reached your peak, your body trembling beneath him as waves of pleasure rolled through you.

hyunjin stilled for half a second, his hips stuttering before he fully realized what you had said. his breath hitched—and somehow, those three words undid him.

“shit—” his voice broke as he pushed all the way inside you, burying himself deep as his own orgasm tore through him. a string of groans left his lips, shaky and breathless, as he filled you with his release.

you barely registered the warmth spreading inside you—you were too lost in your own head, panic settling in like ice beneath your skin. you clung to him, your breath unsteady, trying to ignore the weight of what had just slipped out.

you couldn’t take it back.

and somehow, that terrified you more than anything.

the air felt heavier now, thick with something you couldn’t name. neither of you spoke as you pulled your clothes back on—hyunjin grabbing his shirt from the floor while you reached for your dress, still crumpled on the edge of the bed.

he moved slower than usual, his eyes flicking toward you every few seconds like he was trying to find the right words. you knew what was coming—you could feel it.

“you meant it, didn’t you?” his voice was soft but certain.

you froze for a beat, fingers faltering at the zipper of your dress. “what?”

“you know what,” he said, stepping closer. “what you said before.”

you swallowed hard, refusing to meet his gaze. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“you do,” he insisted, his voice firm now.

“i don’t.” you turned to face him, zipping your dress the rest of the way with a sharp tug. “i was tipsy. we were... caught up in the moment. i don’t even remember half of what i said.”

it wasn’t true—you remembered everything. the way his body felt against yours, the warmth of his breath, the way the words had just spilled out before you could stop them. but admitting that? no chance.

hyunjin scoffed softly, raking a hand through his hair. “sure,” he muttered, his tone dry. “whatever you say.”

“yeah,” you snapped, grabbing your purse from the nightstand. “whatever i say.”

you knew you were being cold, but you couldn’t stop yourself. it was easier to shut him out than to face what had just happened. because if you did—if you let yourself feel it—you knew you’d fall too hard. and after everything you’d been through, that was a risk you couldn’t take.

“are you coming?” you asked, barely sparing him a glance before heading for the door.

hyunjin didn’t answer right away. but when you reached the hallway, you heard his footsteps behind you, following you back to the party like nothing had happened.

only it had. and you knew there was no running from it for long.

the next day, hyunjin sent you a text:

hey. wanna grab coffee?

you stared at the message for a long time, your thumb hovering over the keyboard. you typed out a few responses—sure, i can’t, i’m sorry—but you deleted them all. nothing felt right.

you felt awful. awful for how you snapped at him, awful for pretending like nothing had happened, and even worse for how scared you were. scared of opening up, scared of hurting him, scared of getting hurt yourself. you couldn’t risk that. not again.

so, for the first time since you and hyunjin had been friends, you turned off your read receipts.

and of course, he noticed.

hyunjin lay on his dorm bed, phone in hand, staring at the screen like he could will a reply out of you. his text still sat unread, no confirmation that you’d seen it. he knew you were acting cold—he wasn’t stupid. ever since that night, you’d been distant, avoiding eye contact, cutting conversations short, disappearing whenever he walked into a room.

he knew you were dealing with things—your breakup had left you guarded, pulling away from everyone who tried to get close. but he thought he was different. he thought he was helping.

the next evening, he found himself wandering to one of the campus cafés—somewhere you both used to go all the time. it was crowded, filled with clusters of students cramming for exams or killing time between classes.

and that’s when he saw you.

you were tucked into the corner by the window, sitting across from some guy hyunjin didn’t recognize. he looked your age, maybe a little older, with an easy smile that made hyunjin’s stomach churn.

he watched from a distance, eyes narrowing as the guy leaned closer, whispering something that made you laugh—actually laugh. the sound made hyunjin’s chest tighten.

his mind raced. maybe this was nothing—just some classmate, someone you bumped into. but the way you smiled... the way you twirled your straw between your fingers, leaning in just a little closer... it felt different.

he told himself it wasn’t a big deal, that you were allowed to spend time with whoever you wanted.

but deep down, it felt like he was losing you.

hyunjin was standing near the counter, waiting for his order. he was dressed casually—sweatpants and a hoodie—but he still managed to stand out.

your heart dropped.

for a second, you just stared. he looked tired, his face drawn in a way that made guilt gnaw at your insides. his phone was in his hand, his thumb flicking over the screen like he was checking for something—checking for you.

when he finally looked up, your eyes locked.

your breath hitched.

his gaze hardened, just slightly, his face unreadable. you knew that look—it was the one he gave when he was hurt but refused to show it.

the guy across from you kept talking, laughing at his own joke, but you couldn’t hear a word of it. hyunjin’s eyes flicked from you to the guy sitting at your table, and something in his expression shifted—a flicker of something you couldn’t quite place.

you dropped your gaze, suddenly unable to hold it. your fingers curled around your drink, knuckles going white from how tightly you gripped it.

“you okay?” the guy asked, finally noticing your sudden silence.

“yeah,” you lied, forcing a smile that felt thin and strained. “i’m fine.”

the soft glow of the moonlight slipped through the blinds, casting faint shadows across the room. you stared up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the night pressing against your chest. the silence was suffocating, and yet your thoughts wouldn’t let you escape.

tossing onto your side, you tugged the blanket tighter around yourself, the heat from your body offering no comfort. your mind refused to quiet. you couldn’t stop thinking about him — about hyunjin.

it wasn’t supposed to be this way. you weren’t supposed to feel so lost. so fucking confused. you had been fine before, or at least, you thought you were. you hadn’t expected to fall into something like this with him.

you let out a shaky breath, your heart pounding beneath your ribs. you were afraid — of what, exactly, you weren’t even sure. afraid of letting him in, afraid of loving him, afraid of not being good enough to keep him. every time you let yourself get close to him, the fear crept in, and now it had spiraled into this mess of misunderstandings and regrets.

you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to shut out the thoughts, but they only grew louder. you had pushed him away. you had hurt him, and now... now you were ruining everything. your friendship with hyunjin, the one thing that had been consistent in your life, was slipping through your fingers. you were scared. so scared of what he might mean to you, what you might mean to him.

the tears came unbidden, hot and fast. you rolled onto your back, unable to control the sobs that wracked your chest. you thought of all the things you should have said to him, of how he looked at you that night, how his warmth had felt like the one thing that made you feel whole.

but you pushed him away. you always pushed people away.

you reached for your phone, desperate for a distraction. maybe scrolling through your gallery would give you something to focus on, anything to get you out of your head.

your thumb swiped through the photos — random things at first. selfies from random nights out, pictures of your friends, screenshots of texts that no longer seemed relevant. then you saw them. the ones with hyunjin.

you paused, your thumb frozen over the screen. your breath caught in your throat as your eyes traced the photos. the first one was a silly selfie the two of you had taken during one of those late-night study sessions. he had made a face, pulling a stupid expression, and you had laughed so hard you almost cried. the memory of his laughter filled your chest, and you let out a shaky sigh.

then there was the one from that night at his place. you remembered it so clearly — your faces so close, your smiles so real. he had kissed you right after that photo, and you had felt a rush of something deep in your chest, something that made your stomach flutter. you had felt seen, wanted.

but you weren’t ready for that.

another swipe.

this time, a picture of the two of you on the couch after a party. your bodies were close, his arm draped over your shoulders. you were looking at each other, and in that look, you saw something more than just friendship. it scared you, that look. you couldn’t handle it. you couldn’t handle him. you had to keep your distance, even if it meant hurting him.

you scrolled further, and the next picture stopped your heart. it was taken the last time the two of you had been alone together. the photo was intimate, suggestive — you both had been fooling around, your faces flushed with desire. it wasn’t a moment of passion, not like you had imagined when you thought about what you two might become. it was a mess of emotions, blurred lines, and you had let it happen. you had let him in, even when you told yourself you never would.

you should have stopped it.

you should have never let yourself fall into this.

you closed your eyes, and suddenly, the weight of everything hit you all at once. your chest tightened, your breathing shallow as you clutched the phone to your chest. you ruined it. you ruined everything.

you were never enough. you were never going to be enough.

the tears started again, harder this time, as the realization crushed you. you had pushed him away, scared of your own feelings, and now you were paying the price. you had been so selfish, so afraid of letting yourself want him.

and now you had lost him.

the quiet of your dorm room seemed to mock you as you sat there, body shaking with sobs. you had pushed him to the point where he probably wouldn’t even look at you the same way anymore. you had destroyed the one thing that had meant something to you, and no matter how much you wanted to fix it, you couldn’t.

you ruined it.

you ruined him.

the bass thumped through the walls of the campus bar, the low vibrations buzzing against your chest. your friends’ laughter rang out beside you, but you barely heard it — your mind had been clouded all night. the drink in your hand had grown warm, condensation pooling under your fingertips.

you were trying — really trying — to forget. to drown out the memories of hyunjin’s touch, his voice, the way he looked at you before you pushed him away. but no amount of alcohol could drown out what was festering inside you.

and then you saw him.

hyunjin was at the far end of the bar, his elbow braced against the counter, swirling his drink in his hand. his hair was damp — maybe from the rain outside, maybe from sweat — but he still looked too good. his jaw was tight, his eyes focused on nothing in particular. he looked... off.

your stomach flipped. he hadn’t seen you yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time.

"i need some air," you muttered to your friends, barely registering their response as you grabbed your bag and moved quickly toward the exit.

but you weren’t fast enough.

"y/n?"

his voice cut through the noise like a knife.

panic shot through you, your heart racing. you didn’t turn around — couldn’t. you shoved through the crowd, weaving between bodies until you finally stumbled out the front door and into the cold night.

rain poured from the sky, cold droplets clinging to your skin as you rushed down the sidewalk. your breath hitched, your chest tightening. you just needed to get away — far enough that the guilt would stop clawing at you, far enough that hyunjin wouldn’t follow.

but he did.

"y/n!"

his voice rang out behind you, sharp and angry. you heard the fast steps of his shoes slapping against wet pavement.

"stop!"

you didn’t stop — you couldn’t. your pulse thundered in your ears, but suddenly his hand grabbed your arm, jerking you back.

"what the hell is your problem?" his voice was tight, breathless, but unmistakably angry. his hair clung to his forehead, strands dripping with rain. "are you just gonna keep running from me forever?"

"hyunjin, let go," you said weakly, but your voice wavered.

"no." his grip didn’t tighten, but he didn’t let go. "you’ve been avoiding me for days. i texted you, i called you — hell, i’ve been waiting for you to just say something. but instead, i see you here — acting like none of it ever happened. like i don’t even fucking exist."

"i can’t do this," you whispered, voice barely audible over the rain. you pulled your arm from his grasp, wrapping your arms around yourself like it could hold you together. "i just... i can’t."

"why?" his voice cracked. "why are you doing this? did i... did i do something wrong?"

you shook your head, swallowing hard. "no. no, it’s not you, i just..." you trailed off, words dying on your tongue.

"then what is it?" hyunjin’s voice rose again, frustration bubbling to the surface. "i know you feel something for me. don’t tell me you don’t — you wouldn’t have said what you said if you didn’t."

your stomach twisted painfully. "i don’t know what you’re talking about."

"bullshit," he snapped. "we are not just friends. we are not just friends, and you fucking know it."

the words hit you like a punch to the chest. your breath faltered, and you took a shaky step back, your shoes splashing in a shallow puddle.

"i didn’t mean to—"

"yes, you did!" his voice broke this time — less sharp, more desperate. "you said you loved me. i heard you. and i know you meant it. so why are you running from me like i’m some kind of mistake?"

your throat tightened painfully. tears blurred your vision, mixing with the rain streaking down your face.

"because i’m scared!" the words burst out of you before you could stop them. your voice cracked, your chest heaving. "i’m scared of getting hurt, i’m scared of losing you — and i’m scared i’ll ruin everything because that’s what i do."

"you’re not going to lose me," he said quietly. his voice was softer now, gentler — but there was still a tremor in it. "i just... i don’t understand why you won’t let me in. why do you think you have to do this alone?"

"because i’ll hurt you!" you choked out. "i’ll mess this up, hyunjin. you deserve someone better — someone who isn’t so... so broken."

"don’t do that." his voice was firm, but not angry — raw, almost pleading. "don’t tell me what i deserve. i know what i want."

he stepped closer, his fingers brushing your wrist again, more tentative this time — like he wasn’t sure you’d let him.

"i want you."

a sob tore from your throat, and before you could stop yourself, you were stepping forward, crashing into him. your hands fisted into the soaked fabric of his jacket, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you from falling apart.

his arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you in tight — like he’d been waiting for you to do this. you didn’t know who kissed who first — all you knew was that his lips were on yours, hard and desperate. the kiss was messy, rain-slicked and breathless, but neither of you seemed to care.

"i’m sorry," you whispered against his mouth, the words spilling out between kisses. "i’m so sorry."

"don’t be," he murmured back, his fingers curling at the nape of your neck, holding you closer. "just... please don’t push me away anymore."

for a moment, you stayed like that — tangled in each other’s arms, the rain washing over you both. whatever tension had been hanging in the air seemed to crack and fall away, replaced by something heavier yet somehow lighter at the same time. and as hyunjin pressed one more lingering kiss to your forehead, you realized something — maybe you’d been wrong. 

maybe love wasn’t about avoiding pain; maybe it was about trusting someone enough to hold your heart, even when you were scared they might break it.

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𓄴 ⋆ when your boyfriend has been constantly making you feel left out so you finally confront them about it ! ꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ hyung line x f!reader 𓂅 𝓰enre/𝓽ags. smau, ANGST, mild cursing, arguing, hurt no comfort (oops), mentions of breaking up, i’m so sorry y’all i was in a angst mood and wanted to make this lol

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I loved reading this sm 🥹 aauugghh the sweet comfort of this fic

Kitchen Comfort

synopsis: chan comes to you, crying, and you help to comfort him.

tags: fluff, angst (?), reverse comfort, no gender is specified for reader

a/n: i’ve had this idea for weeks now and it’s just been a draft sitting in my notes but I finally did it

It all started in the kitchen. You had been standing at the counter, focused on preparing a snack for yourself. You were over at Chan and Innie’s dorm room, the rest of the members were in the living room, playing music and battling in an intense game of Uno.

Suddenly, Chan, who had been quietly watching you from a distance, walked in. Without making a word, He wrapped his arms around your waist and tucked his head into your shoulder.

Chan is normally physically affectionate, it’s a known fact. And It would’ve been normal if it weren’t for the quiet sniff the you heard near your ear. You froze, you hand stopping from where you were cutting your apple and you listened quietly. Maybe you had just misheard, the kitchen wasn’t far from the living room so it was pretty loud.

But it happened again, another quiet sniff into the fabric of your shirt. You dropped the knife and tried to turn around in his grasp but his arms tightened around your waist, silently pleading for you to stay where you were.

You reached down and placed your hand atop his wrist, gently rubbing your thumb against the back of his palm trying to tell him to loosen his grip. It took a few seconds, but he complied, loosening his hold on you and you turn around in his arms.

His face crumbles as a sob escapes him, quiet and strained as if he was trying to hold it in. He leaned into you, burying his face into the space inbetween your neck and shoulder.

Your hands instinctively wrapped around him, your fingers tracing soothing circles onto his back.

Chan’s voice was barely audible when he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

You tilted your head, face softening with confusion. “Why are you sorry?” you whispered, you couldn’t possibly fathom what he needed to be sorry about in this moment.

His voice cracked, “I didn’t mean to cry.” he admitted quietly.

You sighed, wishing he didn’t feel the need to hold it in.

‘You don’t have to apologize for that.’ you thought. But you didn’t say it, instead, you held him tighter making sure he knew his tears weren’t a burden to you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You whispered. Chan shook his head, so you didn’t push.

“Do you wanna go to your room?” He nodded.

You let slowly him pull away, lifting your hands to delicately wipe the tears that stained his cheeks. You took his hand and slowly lead him out to the hallway and towards his room, passing by the door to the living room.

Your presence didn’t go completely unnoticed, Changbin looked up when he saw you to pass and immediately noticed the look on Chan’s face as he pretty much completely avoided looking into the living room. He sent you a worried glance before you nodded at him and he nodded back, turning back to the game to give you some space.

Upstairs, the weight of the moment hit him. He hadn’t realized how much he had been holding it in until he sat on the edge of his bed and felt the force of the trembling in his body. For about half an hour, the tears had repeatedly come and gone until he was left with red puffy eyes and a snot filled nose.

His sniffles eventually slowed and he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

“I’ll get you a tissue,” You said softly, standing to walk towards the bathroom.

He didn’t know why, but he felt bad for crying. He hadn’t meant to. Things happened and he was stressed. He hugged you because he wanted to feel you for comfort but he ended up crying. It made him feel guilty.

His thought were cut off when you handed him to tissue. His voice was barely audible when he muttered the words, “Thank you.”

“Do you wanna talk..?” You offered again, you weren’t going to push him, but you hadn’t seen him cry that hard in a very long time.

He wiped his eyes and blew his nose quietly. When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse. “I’m okay.” His shoulders shifted instinctively as he rolled them back as if trying to push the sight off them. His back straightening in an attempt to look more composed than he felt.

”You’re not.” You said.

He sighs, “I will be. Just.. needed you.” He whispered as if admitting it took more effort than he was willing to admit.

”Okay..” You mumbled, your voice unsure.

He sighed as he rifled with the crumbled tissue in his hand. He hates feeling like people were pitying him. Deep down, he knows you’re not doing this out of pity, but he can’t help but feel like he’s being a burden.

“I’m not doing any of this out of pity,” You say as if you just read his mind.

“I know.” He whispers but the words feel cold coming out of his mouth as if doesn’t even believe what he’s saying.

Even now, years into your relationship, he still has trouble convincing himself that you really care in moments like this, but you remind him all the time that you’d do anything for him. And that he’s grateful for.

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” You say. Chan looks up at you and nods slowly.

You care so much for him, and he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t deserve it.

You wrap an arm around his shoulder and he falls into your touch easily, resting his head against your shoulder. You lean down and press a kiss to his forehead.

“I love you,”

“I love you.” He whispers back. He does. He loves you so much. “Thank you.” He mutters but you furrows your eyebrows and shakes your head.

“Don't need to thank me.”

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Their reaction when their s/o suprise them at their concert (Hyung Line)

This is the Hyung Line version. The Maknae Line will be in the next post so stay tuned!!

WARNING: NONE!

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🐺 Bang Chan

The energy in the stadium was electrifying, the deafening cheers of thousands of fans blending with the music. Bang Chan was in his element, commanding the stage with ease. Sweat dripped down his temples, but the exhaustion was pushed aside by the sheer adrenaline rushing through his veins.

Then, as he glanced over the crowd, his breath hitched.

Right there, standing amongst the sea of Stays, was you.

His lips parted slightly in shock, and for a moment, he forgot what he was doing. The music continued, the members carried on, but his focus was locked onto you. His fingers curled around the mic tighter as if grounding himself, trying to process that you were really there.

A slow smile spread across his face, not just any smile, but the kind that reached his eyes, the kind he saved only for you.

Throughout the concert, he kept sneaking glances at you, throwing in little gestures just for you. A playful wink, a small wave, even a teasing eyebrow raise when he knew you were watching him closely. Fans caught on quickly, their screams growing louder every time he looked your way.

As soon as the final song ended, Chan was the first to rush backstage. His heart was hammering against his ribs, but the second he spotted you waiting for him, all the exhaustion melted away.

“You… you really came,” he breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could even reply, he pulled you into a crushing hug, his strong arms wrapping securely around your waist. His face found the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured, holding you tighter, as if afraid you’d disappear.

You smiled, stroking his back. “Surprise.”

Chan chuckled against your shoulder, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. “Best surprise ever.” Then, with a cheeky grin, he added, “But you owe me cuddles for making me almost forget my lyrics.”

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🐇 Lee Know

Minho was focused, his every move precise as he danced flawlessly in sync with the beat. His gaze remained sharp, professional, until it landed on you.

For a split second, his smirk faltered, his steps almost stuttering. His body caught up quickly, but his mind struggled.

You were here.

A slow, knowing smirk stretched across his lips as he continued dancing, pretending like he wasn’t affected, but you knew him better than that. His eyes held something softer, something warmer.

He made sure to keep looking your way throughout the concert, as if silently saying I see you. At one point, when he passed by your side of the stage, he subtly mouthed, “Took you long enough.”

Fans screamed at the interaction, catching the way his usually serious stage persona had shifted just a little, revealing a more playful, lovestruck side of him.

When the concert ended, you barely had time to react before Minho was pulling you into a secluded corner backstage. His arms were crossed, his expression unreadable.

“So, you thought you could just show up and not tell me?” His voice was calm, but you could hear the teasing edge.

You grinned. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Minho scoffed, shaking his head. “Well, congratulations. You succeeded.”

Before you could respond, he stepped closer, his hands gently cupping your face. His eyes searched yours, his usual teasing demeanor melting into something more tender.

“I missed you,” he admitted in a rare moment of vulnerability.

Your heart swelled as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. “I missed you too.”

Minho smirked, his lips brushing against your forehead. “Good. Now, don’t think you’re getting away without giving me all your attention for the rest of the night.”

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🐷🐰 Changbin

Changbin was already in his zone, feeding off the energy of the crowd, his raps powerful and full of intensity. The bass vibrated through the stadium, fueling his adrenaline.

Then, in the middle of hyping up the audience, his eyes landed on you.

His brain short-circuited.

For a split second, he forgot what he was supposed to do. His breath hitched, his heart skipping a beat as he tried to process the fact that you were actually there.

A wide grin broke across his face, his smiles deepening as he pointed directly at you during his verse. Fans went wild at the sudden interaction, screaming even louder when he threw a playful wink your way.

Throughout the concert, his energy was even more intense, his jumps higher, his gestures more animated, his smiles brighter. Every now and then, he’d sneak another glance at you, shaking his head in disbelief but looking absolutely smitten.

The moment the concert ended, he wasted no time sprinting off stage. He barely had time to catch his breath before he found you.

“Y/N!” His voice was breathless, but full of excitement. He didn’t hesitate, his arms wrapped around you instantly, lifting you clean off the ground as he spun you around.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” he said, setting you down but keeping his arms firmly around you.

You laughed, cupping his face. “I take it you liked the surprise?”

He grinned. “Like it? I love it.” Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he added, “Now, get ready for the best post-concert date ever. You owe me for making my heart race like that.”

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🦦 Hyunjin

Hyunjin was lost in the music, his movements fluid as he poured every ounce of emotion into his performance. But then, he saw you.

He froze.

It was only for a fraction of a second, but it was enough. His lips parted, his breath caught in his throat, and his usually sharp choreography faltered just slightly before he quickly recovered.

His hand flew to his mouth as if trying to stifle a reaction, but the redness creeping up his neck betrayed him. He turned away for a moment, his hand resting on his chest as he tried to regain his composure.

Fans noticed immediately. The camera caught his stunned expression, and the crowd erupted into screams. Hyunjin, still visibly flustered, peeked back at you, his eyes wide with disbelief.

As the concert continued, he couldn’t stop stealing glances at you. Every time he danced past your side, he’d bite his lip, shake his head, or flash a shy but affectionate smile. At one point, he even mouthed “You’re unbelievable.”

When the show finally ended, Hyunjin practically sprinted backstage. The moment he found you, he didn’t hesitate, he pulled you into a tight embrace, his hands clutching the fabric of your clothes like he was afraid you’d disappear.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” he whispered, his voice shaking slightly.

You smiled against his shoulder. “I wanted to see your reaction.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes still filled with disbelief. “I could cry right now.”

You chuckled, brushing his damp hair away from his face. “Don’t cry. You were amazing.”

Hyunjin sniffed dramatically before breaking into a soft laugh. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?” His lips brushed against your temple. “But I love you for it.”

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sfw alphabet with bangchan

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 what being in a relationship with chan is like

featuring: Christopher Bahng x reader

notes: yeah...this kinda got out of hand i did not mean for it to be this long.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Bang Chan is naturally affectionate, though he isn’t always obvious about it. He shows his love through small, thoughtful gestures—things that don’t seem grand on their own but add up to something irreplaceable. He tucks loose strands of hair behind your ear while you're talking, rests his hand on your knee when you sit beside him, and instinctively reaches for you in crowded places.

His affection also manifests in acts of service. He’ll warm up your side of the bed before you crawl in, make sure you drink water when you’re too focused on something, and quietly pull you into a hug when he senses you need one.

One night, you’re working late on your laptop, shoulders aching from hunching over the screen. You don’t notice Chan enter the room until he’s behind you, his hands slipping onto your shoulders. “You’ve been at this for hours,” he murmurs, thumbs pressing into a particularly sore spot. You hum in response, too tired to argue.

“Five more minutes,” you mumble.

He lets out a soft laugh before leaning down, brushing a kiss against your temple. “Not happening. C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

You don’t protest when he gently pulls you up, wrapping an arm around your waist as he leads you away.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Before anything else, Bang Chan would be your best friend—the person you call in the middle of the night just to talk, the one who hypes you up when you’re feeling insecure, the one who sticks by you no matter what. He listens intently, remembers things you mention in passing, and somehow always knows exactly what you need.

Your friendship probably started in the most unassuming way. Maybe you met at a mutual friend’s gathering, or maybe you simply ended up sitting next to each other one day and clicked. Whatever the case, it didn’t take long for Chan to carve out a permanent place in your life.

One particular night, you’re both sitting in his studio, legs stretched out, sharing a bag of chips between you. It’s well past midnight, but neither of you seem eager to leave.

“You know,” he says, staring at the ceiling, “I think I’d go insane without you.”

You snort. “You already are insane.”

He rolls his eyes but smiles, nudging your shoulder with his. “Nah, but seriously. You’re kinda my favorite person.”

Something in the way he says it makes your heart stutter. You don’t say anything, just smile as you lean your head against his shoulder.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Bang Chan is a natural cuddler, though he’d never outright admit it. He just finds himself drawn to you—whether it’s resting his head in your lap while you scroll through your phone, draping himself over you on the couch, or tangling his limbs with yours in bed.

He has a way of holding you that feels safe, like he’s silently telling you that you belong there. His favorite position is with you curled against his chest, your head tucked under his chin. He likes feeling your heartbeat against his, knowing you’re right there with him.

One chilly evening, you’re both watching a movie when a shiver runs down your spine. Chan notices immediately, wordlessly pulling a blanket over you before opening his arms in invitation.

You don’t hesitate, shifting closer until you’re pressed against his chest. His arms wrap around you easily, his hand rubbing gentle circles into your back.

“Better?” he murmurs.

You nod, nuzzling into the warmth of his hoodie. “Much better.”

He hums in satisfaction, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Good.”

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Bang Chan dreams of settling down, but a part of him is afraid of it. Not because he doesn’t want it—he does, desperately—but because he worries about whether he can balance it with everything else in his life. He wants to be present, to be the kind of partner who gives his all, but his hectic schedule makes that difficult.

Still, he finds ways to weave domesticity into your relationship. He enjoys simple things—making breakfast together, folding laundry while joking around, doing grocery runs at odd hours. He might not always be around, but when he is, he makes every moment count.

One evening, he insists on cooking dinner. You lean against the counter, watching as he frowns in concentration while chopping vegetables.

“Didn’t know you were such a chef,” you tease.

He smirks, tossing a slice of bell pepper at you. “Stick around, and you’ll see all my hidden talents.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling as he returns to cooking, humming softly under his breath.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Breaking up with you would be the hardest thing Bang Chan has ever done. He isn’t someone who gives up easily—he fights for the people he loves with everything he has. If he reached the point where he believed breaking up was necessary, it wouldn’t be because he stopped loving you. It would be because he thought you deserved better.

He’d agonize over the decision for weeks, maybe even months. His heart would war with his mind, convincing himself that maybe things could work, that maybe he could be the partner you needed him to be. But eventually, if he truly believed he was holding you back, he’d force himself to let you go.

The night he does it, his apartment feels suffocating. He asked you to come over, and now you sit across from him on the couch, sensing something is off. His knee bounces, fingers threading through his curls—a habit of his when he’s nervous.

“Chris,” you finally say, voice laced with concern. “Talk to me.”

He swallows hard. He doesn’t want to do this. But he also can’t stand the thought of watching you grow resentful of the late nights, the missed dates, the exhaustion that keeps pulling him away.

“I love you,” he starts, voice thick. “More than anything.”

Your brows furrow, your lips parting to respond, but he shakes his head. “But I think… I think I’m hurting you.” His eyes flicker to the floor, ashamed. “I see the way you wait up for me, the way you pretend it doesn’t hurt when I have to cancel plans. I see how tired you are of this.”

Tears well in your eyes, and you shake your head. “That’s not—Chris, I love you. I don’t want anyone else.”

His breath hitches. God, he wants to believe that love is enough. He wants to believe that he can give you the life you deserve. But he’s scared. Scared that one day, you’ll look at him and realize that his love alone isn’t enough to make up for everything else.

So, with a heart that feels like it’s caving in on itself, he whispers, “I think we need to let go.”

The words taste like regret on his tongue.

And when you break down in front of him, when you reach for him one last time, he hates himself for not pulling you back.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Bang Chan isn’t afraid of commitment—he’s afraid of failing at it. He’s always imagined himself settling down, finding that one person who makes the world feel a little less chaotic. But the idea of marriage, of forever, holds a weight he doesn’t take lightly. He wouldn’t rush into it, but once he’s sure of you, he won’t hesitate to start planning a future together.

It happens on an ordinary night. You’re curled up together on the couch, half-watching a movie, your fingers tracing mindless patterns over his arm. His heart beats steadily beneath your touch, but his mind is racing.

He doesn’t know when it started—this feeling of inevitability. Maybe it was the first time he caught himself imagining a house with you. Maybe it was when he realized he never wanted to wake up without you beside him.

Maybe it was always there, quietly weaving itself into his bones.

“Would you ever want to get married?” he asks suddenly, his voice low.

You shift, blinking up at him. “To you?”

A slow, bashful smile tugs at his lips. “Yeah. To me.”

You tilt your head, studying him. “Is this your way of proposing? Because if it is, you’re gonna have to do a little better than this, Christopher.”

He laughs, warmth flooding his chest. “No, not yet. Just… thinking.” His fingers lace with yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “But one day, yeah?”

Your smile softens. “One day.”

And from that moment on, he starts looking at rings.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Bang Chan is gentle in ways that don’t always look obvious. He isn’t just soft with his touch—he’s soft with his words, his presence, the way he loves. He holds you like you’re the most delicate thing in the world, even when he knows you’re strong.

Physically, his touch is always careful. When he cups your face, his thumbs brush over your cheekbones. When he kisses you, it’s slow and lingering, like he wants to memorize the feel of your lips. Even in moments of urgency, there’s an unspoken reverence in the way he touches you.

Emotionally, he’s just as tender. He never dismisses your feelings, never tells you to “get over it” when you’re upset. Instead, he listens. He validates. He reminds you that it’s okay to feel things deeply.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting day, you’re curled up in bed, facing away from him. He notices the way your shoulders tremble, the way your breath hitches. Without a word, he scoots closer, his arms wrapping around you from behind.

“Talk to me,” he murmurs, his lips grazing your temple.

You shake your head. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“That’s okay,” he says. “Just let me hold you.”

And so he does. Until your breathing evens out, until the weight in your chest feels a little lighter, until you remember that you’re never alone.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs with Bang Chan are the kind of thing that ruin all other hugs for you. There’s something about the way he holds you—firm, secure, like he never wants to let go.

He’s not shy about them, either. He’ll pull you into a hug without thinking, whether it’s after a long day, when he sees you across the room, or just because he wants to feel you close. His arms fit around you perfectly, and he always holds on for just a few seconds longer than necessary.

His favorite kind of hug is the slow, lingering one—where his hands smooth over your back, his nose brushes against your neck, and he breathes you in like you’re the only thing grounding him.

After one of his exhausting workdays, you barely step through the door before he’s wrapping himself around you. “Hi,” he mumbles against your shoulder, his arms locking you in place.

You smile, running your fingers through his curls. “Long day?”

He just nods, his grip tightening. He doesn’t let go for a long time. And when he finally does, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, like he’s silently thanking you for being his safe place.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Bang Chan doesn’t say “I love you” lightly. It’s not something he throws around just because it feels good to hear. When he says it, he means it—fully, deeply, in a way that changes everything.

But he feels it long before he says it.

It starts in the quiet moments—the way he watches you when you’re not looking, the way his heart stumbles over itself when you laugh. It’s in the way he remembers the smallest details, the way he worries about you when you’re not feeling well, the way he instinctively reaches for you in his sleep.

The words build up inside him, sitting on the tip of his tongue, waiting. And when they finally spill out, it’s in a moment he doesn’t plan.

You’re in his studio, curled up on the couch while he works on a track. It’s late, the city outside buzzing with distant life, but in here, it’s just the two of you. You’re half-asleep, head resting against your arms, the soft glow of his monitor casting shadows across your face.

He looks at you, and it just hits him.

“I love you.”

It’s quiet, barely above a whisper, but you hear it. Your eyes flutter open, and he freezes—he hadn’t meant to say it yet, hadn’t even been thinking about it.

But now it’s out there, hanging between you like something sacred.

You don’t hesitate. You smile, slow and sleepy, reaching for his hand. “I love you too.”

And just like that, he knows he never wants to stop saying it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Bang Chan isn’t possessive, but jealousy still sneaks up on him in ways he doesn’t expect. It’s not about distrust—it’s about how much he cares, how much he fears losing you.

Most of the time, he handles it well. He knows you love him, and he trusts you completely. But every now and then, he catches a glance that lingers too long, a conversation that feels a little too intimate, and something inside him tightens.

He doesn’t make a scene. He doesn’t start fights. But he makes sure people know exactly who you belong to.

One night, at a party, you’re talking to someone—a guy who’s leaning in just a little too close, smiling a little too much. It’s innocent, really. You’re just being polite. But Chan sees the way the guy is looking at you, and his jaw clenches.

He doesn’t storm over. He doesn’t cut the conversation short. Instead, he walks up behind you, resting a hand on your waist, fingers pressing into your hip just enough to remind you that he’s there.

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs against your temple, pressing a kiss there. “Everything okay?”

You smile, leaning into him instinctively. “Yeah, just talking.”

The guy shifts awkwardly under Chan’s gaze, suddenly aware of the unspoken message. And just like that, Chan’s tension eases. He trusts you, always. But that doesn’t mean he won’t remind the world that you’re his.

Later, when you tease him about it, he just shrugs. “Can you blame me?” he says, pulling you into his lap. “Look at you.”

And when you kiss him, slow and sweet, his jealousy disappears entirely.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Bang Chan kisses like he loves—with intention, warmth, and a tenderness that makes your heart stutter. His lips are always soft, always seeking, whether he’s pressing the lightest peck to your temple or pulling you in for something deeper, something that makes your knees weak.

He has no single favorite place to kiss you because, to him, every inch of you is worth his affection. He loves pressing his lips against your forehead when you’re sleepy, a silent “I’m here.” He loves the way your skin warms beneath his mouth when he kisses the inside of your wrist, your palm, the tip of your nose. But his absolute favorite? Your lips—because he gets to feel the way you sigh against him, the way you lean into him like you never want to let go.

And when you kiss him? His breath always hitches, no matter how many times you do it. He’s particularly weak for kisses along his jaw and down his neck—places that make him shiver under your touch. If you kiss him there absentmindedly, without any ulterior motive, he melts completely.

One evening, you’re curled up on the couch, Chan’s fingers tracing circles over your arm as the TV plays some random show neither of you are really paying attention to. You shift slightly, turning to press a soft kiss against his jaw, then another along the column of his neck. His breath catches, fingers pausing in their movement.

“What was that for?” he murmurs, voice lower than before.

You shrug, smiling against his skin. “Felt like it.”

He tilts his head, catching your lips with his before you can pull away. It starts slow, soft—then deepens, his hand sliding to cup your face, holding you there like he never wants to let go.

“Mm,” he hums against your lips. “Kiss me like that again.”

And, really, how could you ever say no?

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Bang Chan is an absolute natural with kids. He has this effortless way of making them feel safe, like they can trust him immediately. Maybe it’s the warmth in his eyes, or the way he speaks to them like they matter—not just as kids, but as people with thoughts and feelings of their own.

He’s the kind of person who crouches down to their level when talking to them, who listens intently to their stories no matter how nonsensical they may be. He makes silly faces, lets them climb all over him, and somehow always has enough patience to entertain them for hours.

One afternoon, you’re both visiting a friend who has a toddler, and within minutes, Chan is on the floor, completely absorbed in a game of pretend. The child hands him a toy phone, and without hesitation, he puts it to his ear.

“Hello? Oh, really?” His expression is completely serious as he nods along. “No way, you’re kidding! Well, you better tell them that’s not how we do things around here.”

The toddler giggles, clearly delighted, and Chan grins before passing the phone back. When he glances up at you, you’re watching him with the softest expression.

“What?” he asks, still smiling.

“Nothing,” you murmur, shaking your head. “You’re just… really good at this.”

Later that night, when the two of you are alone, you catch him staring at you with a thoughtful expression. When you ask him what he’s thinking about, he just shrugs, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Just wondering what our kids would be like.”

Your heart nearly stops. But when you look at him, there’s no nervousness, no hesitation—just a quiet certainty, like he’s already imagined a future where you’re both chasing little feet through a home filled with laughter.

And somehow, that thought makes you love him even more.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Chan are the kind that make you want to stay in bed forever. He wakes up slowly, reluctantly, because the second he becomes aware of you beside him, leaving is the last thing on his mind. He’s warm, drowsy, and in no rush to face the world when you’re right there, soft and pliant in his arms.

His first instinct is to find you—an arm lazily slung over your waist, his face pressed against the crook of your neck, his breath fanning across your skin in slow, even puffs. His body is heavy with sleep, but his hold on you is strong, keeping you pinned against him as if you might slip away the second he lets go.

"Mmm, stay," he mumbles, voice thick with sleep, one hand slipping under your shirt just to feel your warmth. His touch is lazy, absentminded—slow circles traced against your bare skin, his lips brushing your shoulder in the softest, most tender kisses.

If you try to move, he groans—not dramatic, but real, an aching sort of sound that makes you freeze. It’s not just about comfort. It’s you. He’s spent so much time being everything for everyone—getting up before dawn, running himself into exhaustion—but here, in this quiet space, you are the only thing he wants.

Eventually, he’ll relent—but only if you give him his morning kiss first. And not just a quick peck. He wants it slow, deep, something that lingers even after you pull away. He’ll chase your lips, a soft, lazy smile curving against your mouth before he lets you go.

Once you make it out of bed, he’s clingy—following you to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind while you make breakfast. He rests his chin on your shoulder, humming softly, pressing sleepy kisses to your neck between murmured compliments. “You’re so pretty in the morning, baby.”

And if there’s no rush to leave? He’ll pull you onto the couch, wrapping you up in his warmth, fingers lazily tangled with yours. There’s something so intimate about it—just being together, existing in this quiet, safe space before the day takes him away.

Because no matter how busy life gets, mornings with you? They’re his favorite part of the day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Chan feel like coming home. No matter how chaotic his day was, how exhausted he is, the moment he steps into your shared space, everything slows.

If he’s had a long day, the first thing he does is find you—dropping his bag, pulling you into his arms, burying his face in your hair as he exhales a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. He doesn’t say much at first, just holds you close, grounding himself in your warmth.

"Missed you," he murmurs, voice low, hands splayed across your back like he’s making sure you’re really there.

After dinner, he’s in full relaxation mode—cuddled up on the couch with you, one arm draped over your shoulders, his fingers absently playing with yours. He loves having you curled against him, whether you’re watching something or just enjoying the silence. Sometimes he hums softly under his breath, not even realizing he’s doing it—his voice a quiet, soothing lull against your skin.

But his favorite part of the night? The quiet conversations before sleep. Lying in bed with you, tangled in the sheets, talking about everything—your day, your dreams, the little things that made you smile.

He’s softer at night, more vulnerable, more open. His guard is down, and the words flow easier—the things he doesn’t always say out loud during the day.

"You make everything feel easier," he admits one night, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "Like no matter what happens, I know I’ll be okay if I have you."

And when sleep finally takes him, it’s with you in his arms—his body curled protectively around yours, his breaths slow and even, his fingers still laced with yours. Because this—you, here, now—is the safest, happiest place he’s ever been.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

Chan wants to be open with you. He really does. But it’s hard—years of being the strong one, the leader, the fixer have made it instinctual for him to hold things in.

At first, he tells you the surface-level things—the childhood stories, the funny moments, the easy stuff. But the real things? The insecurities, the pressure, the way he never feels like he’s doing enough? Those take time.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you—he does, more than anyone. But vulnerability isn’t second nature to him. He’s spent so long carrying everything alone that even with you, it takes a while for him to realize he doesn’t have to.

The first time he really opens up, it’s late at night. He’s quiet, restless, staring at the ceiling with a tension in his shoulders that hasn’t faded, even in bed beside you.

"I feel like no matter how much I do, it’s never enough." His voice is soft, almost hesitant, like he’s afraid of saying it out loud.

You don’t rush him. You just listen, running your fingers through his hair, pressing a silent kiss to his temple. And that’s what breaks him—your patience, your quiet understanding.

Once he realizes he can lean on you, that you want to share his burdens, he never holds back again. He wants you to know him—all of him. Because if there’s anyone he trusts with his heart, his fears, his everything—it’s you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Chan has patience in spades. He has to. Years of leading, managing, problem-solving—it’s ingrained in him to stay level-headed, to be the calm presence people can rely on. He’s the type to take a deep breath instead of snapping, to think before reacting. Even when things frustrate him, he bottles it up, redirects it, tries to fix rather than fight.

But that doesn’t mean he’s immune to anger. He just holds it in, packs it away—until something really pushes him over the edge.

It’s a slow burn, the kind of anger that doesn’t explode immediately. When he’s upset, he withdraws first—lips pressed in a tight line, fingers tapping against his thigh, jaw clenched so hard it aches. His voice doesn’t raise—if anything, it lowers, taking on that razor-sharp edge that makes people listen.

"I don’t have the energy to deal with this right now," he mutters, rubbing a hand down his face, exhaling through his nose like he’s trying to physically push the frustration out of his body.

He hates losing his temper. It makes him feel out of control, and that’s something he’s never been comfortable with. So when he does—when something really gets to him—it’s because it matters.

With you? His patience is nearly endless. You could tease him, poke fun at him, push his buttons, and he’d just sigh—smiling despite himself, shaking his head like, You’re lucky you’re cute.

"You love seeing how much I’ll let you get away with, huh?" he teases, pulling you into his arms, resting his forehead against yours with a grin that says you win, always.

But if something serious comes up—an argument, a misunderstanding—he’s not the type to yell. He’d rather talk things through, sit down with you, figure out what’s wrong. He doesn’t like leaving things unresolved, doesn’t want you to go to bed upset. Even when he’s frustrated, his first instinct is to fix rather than fight.

The only time his patience snaps? If someone hurts you.

That’s when the calm, easygoing Chan disappears completely. There’s no slow burn, no measured breath—his entire demeanor shifts. His jaw sets, his eyes darken, his stance becomes rigid. He doesn’t yell, doesn’t throw punches, but there’s something in his presence that demands attention.

"You’re not going near them again. Ever." His voice is firm, steady, carrying weight—not a threat, but a promise.

Chan doesn’t act on anger alone, but if someone crosses that line, he will handle it. Not recklessly, not violently, but effectively. He’ll put himself between you and whoever dared to hurt you without a second thought, his protective instincts kicking in immediately.

And afterward? He doesn’t let you go for a while. He checks on you a thousand times, cups your face in his hands, presses gentle kisses to your forehead like he’s reassuring himself as much as you.

"You okay?" he murmurs, voice softer now, hands warm against your skin. "You’re safe. I promise."

Because patience? He has plenty.

But when it comes to you, his patience has a limit. And if someone dares to cross it? He’ll make sure they never get the chance to do it again.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?)

Chan doesn’t just listen—he collects pieces of you like precious keepsakes, tucking them away in the corners of his mind where they stay, untouched by time. He remembers things you forget you even told him, things that seemed insignificant when you said them, but to him, nothing about you is insignificant.

Like the way you can’t fall asleep without the blanket pulled up to your chin, even in the summer. The way your fingers tap an unconscious rhythm against his arm when you’re thinking. The exact way you take your coffee—not just the standard order, but the little details, like how you secretly enjoy the foam more than the drink itself.

You could mention your childhood comfort movie once, in a random conversation months ago, and one day, when you’re feeling down, he’s pressing play before you even ask, curling up beside you with that gentle, knowing smile. "Figured this might help," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple like it’s second nature.

And it’s not just the small things—he remembers how you feel. The way your voice shifts when you’re excited, the way your body tenses before you admit you’re upset. He knows you, in a way that makes you feel seen, cherished, held.

"How do you always know?" you ask one night, laughing softly when he hands you your favorite snack—one you’d mentioned in passing once, months ago.

He just shrugs, eyes warm with something softer than a simple answer. "Because it’s you," he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "And I don’t forget the things that matter."

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

For Chan, love isn’t just about the grand, cinematic moments—it’s in the quiet, everyday things, the ones that sneak up on him and make his chest ache in the best way. He could spend hours talking about all the little times you’ve made him fall for you all over again, but if he had to pick just one moment, there’s one night that always stands out.

It wasn’t a special occasion. No anniversary, no birthday, no reason for anything extraordinary. Just a regular night in, the two of you curled up in bed, tangled together beneath the covers. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamp casting everything in warm gold. You were half-asleep, head resting on his chest, body relaxed against his like you belonged there—because you did. And Chan remembers looking down at you, his heart beating slow and steady beneath your ear, and thinking, this is it. This is everything.

Maybe it was the way your fingers absentmindedly traced shapes along his ribs, your touch featherlight and familiar. Maybe it was the way you sighed in contentment when he ran his hand down your back, his touch just as instinctive, like holding you was second nature. Or maybe it was just the quiet. The kind of silence that wasn’t awkward or empty—it was full. Full of warmth, full of love, full of everything he’d ever wanted but never knew how to ask for.

And then, you mumbled something—soft, sleepy, barely audible against his skin. "Love you."

You weren’t even awake. You weren’t saying it because you felt like you had to, or because he’d said it first. You were just feeling it, so much so that even in your sleep, the words slipped out naturally.

That was the moment. The moment he realized he never wanted to go another night without you beside him. The moment he knew he wanted to hear those words from you for the rest of his life.

He pressed a kiss to your hair, tightening his hold on you. "Love you too," he whispered, even though you were already lost in sleep. Because it didn’t matter if you heard it or not—he was going to spend the rest of his life making sure you felt it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Chan is protective in a way that feels like a constant, steady presence rather than something overbearing. It’s not about control, not about possessiveness—it’s about making sure you always feel safe, always feel cared for, always have someone in your corner, no matter what.

His protectiveness shows up in the little things: the way he instinctively places himself on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street, how his arm naturally comes around you in crowded places, how he watches people carefully when you talk to strangers, making sure no one steps out of line. He’s not aggressive about it, but there’s a quiet, unmistakable strength in the way he carries himself—like even if he never says it out loud, the message is clear: No one messes with you. Not on his watch.

And when you do need him to step in? He’s measured but firm. He doesn’t start fights, doesn’t cause a scene, but if someone makes you uncomfortable or crosses a boundary, his voice gets lower, steadier, and suddenly, he commands attention without even trying. "Hey, they said no." Just like that, the problem is handled, no unnecessary drama, no escalation—just Chan making sure you’re okay. Because that’s all that matters to him.

But his protection isn’t just about physical safety. It’s about your emotional well-being, too. He can always tell when something is weighing on you, even if you try to hide it. And he won’t push—not right away—but he’ll gently nudge, letting you know he’s there. "You don’t have to talk if you’re not ready. But I’m here, yeah?" And when you do open up, he listens. Fully, completely. No interruptions, no dismissing your feelings. Just Chan, giving you his undivided attention, holding your hand, rubbing slow circles into your palm as if to remind you that whatever it is, you’re not facing it alone.

As for how he likes to be protected? He won’t always admit it, but Chan carries a lot. More than he should. And while he’s so used to being the protector, the strong one, the person others lean on, there are moments—quiet, vulnerable ones—where he needs that, too. The nights when exhaustion weighs heavy on him, when the pressure builds too much, when his own worries start creeping in.

And that’s when it means everything to him when you notice. When you run your fingers through his hair, coax him into lying down, and tell him, "You don’t have to do everything on your own, you know. I’ve got you, too."

Because in the end, that’s what love is to him. Not just being the one who protects, but being with someone who makes him feel protected, too.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Chan isn’t the kind of guy who does things halfway—especially not when it comes to you. If something matters to you, then it matters to him, simple as that. And when it comes to love, he believes in showing it. Not just in grand gestures or on special occasions, but in the little, everyday things, too.

Dates? He’s the type to plan them thoughtfully, even if it’s just a simple night in. If you like surprises, he’ll keep you on your toes—showing up with a bag of your favorite takeout and a playlist he made just for the evening. If you prefer something cozy, he’ll clear his schedule, set up a movie night, and tuck you under his arm like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. And when he does go big? Oh, he goes big—reservations at a place he knows you’ve been wanting to try, an entire day planned out to make sure you feel special. Because to him, it’s not about the extravagance, it’s about making memories with you.

Anniversaries? There’s no forgetting, no last-minute scrambling—Chan remembers. He’ll bring up the little details you mentioned in passing months ago, find ways to incorporate them into the day. He’ll write you a letter—handwritten, heartfelt, pages long—because sometimes, even with all the ways he shows his love, he wants you to see it, to have something tangible to hold onto. And if you’re sentimental, if anniversaries mean a lot to you? Then they mean a lot to him, too.

Gifts? He’s the kind of person who puts thought into them. You could mention something once—"I really liked that candle from that one shop, but I forgot to grab it"—and a month later, it’s wrapped up in his hands, given to you with a soft smile and an I thought you might like this. He’s not about flashy, expensive gifts unless it’s something you really want—he’d rather find something that holds meaning, something that says, I listen. I pay attention. I know you.

Everyday tasks? That’s where his love really shines. Because to Chan, love isn’t just in the big moments—it’s in the small, consistent efforts. It’s waking up first and making you coffee just the way you like it. It’s pulling you closer when he notices you’re cold. It’s seeing that you’ve had a long day and wordlessly doing the dishes, running a bath, making sure you don’t have to worry about anything for a little while.

And he doesn’t just put in effort because he thinks he has to. He does it because he wants to. Because showing up for you—again and again, in every way he can—isn’t something he sees as a duty. It’s just what love looks like to him. And loving you? That’s the easiest thing in the world.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Chan tries so hard to be a perfect boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean he’s without his flaws. He’s aware of them—sometimes too aware—but that doesn’t always mean he can fix them easily. Some are small, quirks you find more endearing than anything else. Others, though, require a little more patience.

The biggest one? His workaholism. Chan doesn’t just love what he does—he lives for it, and sometimes, that comes at a cost. It’s not that he wants to neglect his own well-being (or yours), but he just gets so caught up in his projects, in his responsibilities, that he forgets to step back. He’ll tell you, "Just a couple more minutes, baby," and then suddenly, it’s been hours, and you find him hunched over his laptop, barely awake. You have to be the one peeling him away from the screen, coaxing him into bed with soft reassurances. And even then, he'll grumble sleepily about all the things he still has to do, only relenting when you wrap yourself around him and murmur, "It’ll still be there tomorrow, love. Just rest for now."

Then there's his tendency to internalize stress. He has this habit of downplaying his own struggles, of brushing things off with a weak smile and a quiet, "It’s fine, don’t worry about it." But you do worry. Because you can see the exhaustion in his eyes, the tension in his shoulders. You know when he’s spiraling, when he’s taking on too much but refusing to let anyone share the load. It takes a lot of patience (and, occasionally, some firm nudging) to get him to actually talk about what’s bothering him. And even then, it’s not easy for him—being vulnerable has never been his strong suit. But when he does finally let it out, when he rests his head against your shoulder and sighs, "I don’t have to be strong all the time, do I?"—you remind him that no, he doesn’t. That you’re here, always.

And then, of course, his forgetfulness when he’s overwhelmed. He’s not an absent-minded person by nature, but when his brain is juggling a million things at once, small details tend to slip through the cracks. He might forget where he put his phone (only to find it in the fridge an hour later), or leave his keys in the door, or accidentally agree to two things at once without realizing it. But the one thing he never forgets? You. No matter how chaotic his mind gets, no matter how much he has on his plate, he always makes sure you know you're a priority. Even if it’s just a simple, "Thinking about you, baby. Hope you're having a good day." text in the middle of his busiest schedule.

Oh—and his sleep schedule? Absolutely wrecked. This man runs on caffeine and pure stubbornness. You’ve had to physically drag him to bed more times than you can count, confiscating his laptop or phone when he swears, "Just five more minutes." (It’s never five minutes.) And when he does get into bed, he has the worst habit of scrolling mindlessly through his phone until you yank it out of his hands with a pointed glare. He grins, all sheepish and guilty, before finally pulling you close and letting himself relax.

But the thing about Chan is that, despite his flaws, he wants to be better. Not just for himself, but for you. He listens when you tell him to slow down, he tries to open up even when it’s hard, and he’s always working on being the best version of himself—because, at the end of the day, he loves you too much not to.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Chan doesn’t consider himself vain, but he does take care of himself—not out of arrogance, but out of necessity. His image is part of his job, and he’s always been conscious of how he presents himself, whether it’s onstage, in interviews, or even just walking around in public. That being said, he’s not the type to stand in front of the mirror for hours, fussing over every detail. If anything, he often prioritizes comfort over style, throwing on whatever’s clean and convenient unless there’s an actual reason to dress up.

That’s not to say he doesn’t have his moments. He puts effort into his gym routine, staying active not just to look good but to feel good. He knows how his body looks, the way his muscles flex beneath his clothes, the way his shoulders broaden when he works out. He won’t outright brag about it, but if you so much as glance at his arms when he’s in a sleeveless shirt, he’ll smirk and flex just a little—because, yeah, he notices when you notice.

But when it comes to actual vanity? Chan is his own worst critic. He’ll stare at photos of himself longer than he should, nitpicking things no one else would even notice. "I look weird here," he’ll mumble under his breath, scrolling through pictures with a small frown. It breaks your heart a little, seeing him analyze himself so harshly, so you make a habit of hyping him up whenever he starts spiraling. You’ll wrap your arms around him, pressing kisses to his cheek as you murmur, "You’re literally the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Why do you think I stare at you all the time?" And when you run your hands down his chest, over the dips and curves of his body, whispering, "Every inch of you is perfect to me," you can feel the tension in him melt away.

There are times, though, when he really doesn’t care—especially when he’s home with you, relaxed and unbothered. That’s when the sweats come out, the hoodies that swallow him whole, the backwards caps that keep his curls out of his face. He’s the type to lounge on the couch with his legs sprawled out, scrolling on his phone with one hand while absentmindedly pulling you closer with the other. And you love him like that—undone, effortless, just yours.

And, of course, there’s one thing he never seems to grasp—how much you love looking at him. He’ll catch you staring sometimes, your eyes tracing his features like you’re trying to memorize every line, every shadow. "What?" he’ll ask, a little shy, a little amused. And when you just smile and shake your head, replying with, "Just admiring my gorgeous boyfriend," he turns pink all the way to his ears, ducking his head with a laugh. Because no matter how many times you say it, no matter how much confidence he projects, he’ll never get used to the way you see him—the way you love every part of him, even the ones he struggles to love himself.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Chan doesn’t like to think of love in a way that makes it sound like a person is half of something. He’s always been whole—at least, that’s what he’s told himself. He’s never needed anyone to complete him, never thought he’d be the type to get attached in a way that made being apart feel wrong.

But then there’s you.

And now he’s lying awake in bed, his hand resting on your side of the mattress. It’s cold—too cold. He sighs, rolling onto his back, staring at the ceiling like it holds the answer to why he suddenly feels so damn restless.

It’s stupid. You’re just gone for the weekend, visiting family. It’s not like you’re gone gone. But without you here, the room feels off. The apartment feels too quiet. Normally, silence is something he craves—his world is so loud all the time that he loves the stillness of home. But this? This isn’t peace. This is missing you.

He reaches for his phone, squinting at the screen before his thumb hovers over your messages.

Chan: You asleep?

He knows it’s late. He knows you probably won’t respond. But just as he’s about to put his phone down, the screen lights up.

You: Not yet. Why?

He hesitates, debating whether he should actually say it. But then his fingers move before his brain catches up.

Chan: Can’t sleep. Bed feels weird without you.

There’s a long pause before your reply comes in, and when it does, he can hear your smile through the words.

You: You miss me.

He exhales a laugh, shaking his head.

Chan: Maybe. Just a little.

The dots appear and disappear a few times, and then—

You: Want me to call?

He doesn’t even hesitate before pressing the dial button.

The second he hears your voice, that hollow feeling in his chest eases just a little. You’re not here, not physically—but for now, this is enough. Because even when you’re far away, even when there’s distance between you, you still have this pull on him, this ability to make him feel whole even when a part of him feels like it’s missing.

And that’s how he knows—this isn’t just love. It’s home.

X = Xtra (Another random headcanon for them.)

Chan has a habit of pulling you into his lap whenever he’s feeling overwhelmed. It’s never in a way that demands your attention—just a quiet need to be close, to have you there, grounding him when his thoughts won’t stop racing.

It usually happens late at night, when he’s been working for too long, the glow of his laptop screen making his eyes burn. He barely notices his own exhaustion until you step into the room, bleary-eyed from sleep, your voice soft with concern.

"Chris… you’re still up?"

He hums in response, rubbing a hand over his face, but you can already see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers keep twitching against the keyboard. You don’t have to say anything else—he just reaches for you, gentle but firm, pulling you into his lap like it’s second nature.

You settle against him easily, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, his face tucking into the crook of your neck with a deep, weary sigh. His fingers slide under the hem of your shirt, not in a suggestive way—just seeking warmth, something solid to hold onto.

"You should sleep," you murmur, running your fingers through his curls, feeling the way his body starts to relax under your touch.

"Mmh," he hums, but doesn’t move. He just stays there, holding you, letting the warmth of your body pull him out of his head. After a moment, you feel the tension melt out of him completely, his breath evening out against your skin.

You smile to yourself, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"I meant in bed, dummy."

He groans but doesn’t let go. "Just a minute," he mumbles, already half-asleep. "Just need this first."

And you let him have it. Because you know that for all the strength he carries, all the weight he bears—sometimes, he just needs you to hold him, too.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Chan has an incredible amount of patience, but there are a few things that genuinely get under his skin—things that make his expression tighten, his lips press into a thin line, and his body language shift in that subtle-but-undeniable way that says he’s biting his tongue.

One of his biggest yucks? Dishonesty. It doesn’t matter if it’s a small lie or a big one—if he catches onto it, something in him withdraws. It’s not about being strict or expecting perfection, but rather the fact that trust is everything to him. He pours his entire heart into the people he loves, so if he feels like someone isn’t being honest with him, it lingers. He might not call it out immediately, but he’ll remember, and it’ll take time for that unease to fade.

Another thing? People who are outright rude for no reason. He doesn’t mind sarcasm, and he loves teasing banter, but if he sees someone treating others with unnecessary cruelty—especially waitstaff, retail workers, or anyone just trying to do their job—it immediately puts him off. He’ll be polite, but distant, making a mental note to keep his space.

And when it comes to a partner? He could never be with someone who doesn’t take his dreams seriously. The long hours, the exhaustion, the way his mind is constantly running even when he’s supposed to be resting—it’s not just work to him. It’s his passion, his purpose. He understands that it can be frustrating at times, that it’s not always easy, but if someone were to dismiss it, to make him feel like it was too much or not worth it—it would cut deeper than they’d realize.

You’ve seen it happen before—an offhand comment from someone who didn’t understand, someone who joked that he works too much or needs to get a life. You remember the way his expression faltered, the way he laughed it off but kept fidgeting with his rings afterward.

So when he turns to you one evening, exhausted but buzzing from a long studio session, you just smile and say, “Tell me everything.”

And you watch as his whole face lights up, because this—this is what he needs. Someone who listens, someone who gets it, someone who doesn’t make him feel like his passion is an inconvenience.

Because at the end of the day, the only thing he truly hates—is the idea of giving his heart to someone who doesn’t know what to do with it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Chan has a complicated relationship with sleep. He knows he needs it, tries to get it, but more often than not, his mind refuses to shut down long enough for him to rest properly.

When he does finally crash, though, he sleeps like a log—completely knocked out, barely stirring unless you physically shake him awake. And when he sleeps with you? It’s a whole different story.

He’s a clinger.

It starts off innocent—an arm draped around your waist, a hand resting on your hip. But as the night progresses, it somehow escalates. One leg hooked over yours. His face buried in the crook of your neck. His entire body curled around you like he’s trying to merge into your existence.

The first time you wake up trapped under his weight, you try to wiggle free, only for him to grumble in his sleep and tighten his grip, mumbling something incoherent against your skin.

“Chan,” you whisper, pressing your fingers against his arm. “I can’t move.”

He hums, barely conscious, and instead of letting go, he nuzzles into you—fully content, like you’re the softest, safest thing in the world.

And really, you can’t even be mad. Because in those moments—when he’s finally at peace, breathing deep and slow, completely yours—you realize that this is when he’s at his most vulnerable. No stress, no responsibilities, just him, instinctively clinging to the one thing that makes him feel at home.

So you sigh, resign yourself to being his personal body pillow, and close your eyes again—because if this is what helps him sleep, then really, you don’t mind one bit.

[babyarmywrites]

Boyfriend Texts 7 - SKZ OT 8

Synopsys: texts you get from bf!skz when you leave for the weekend on a bachelorette's party in a cabin in the woods and don't have service to text them back.

Warnings: some swearing, they're all down bad

Hope you enjoy! If you see typos in the texts, no you don't! 😇

[hugs4jongseong]

❥ His prettiest work - 황현진

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Synopsis • In which you help your best friend with his artist's block by modelling for him.

Pairing • Hwang Hyunjin x fem reader

Warnings • friends to lovers, fluff, hyunjin paints y/n naked, no actual smut but like... You're naked.. kissing him.., hyunjin can't keep his hands to himself, making out, idk if I missed any 😖

W.C. • 1,636 (give or take)

A/N • Hi lovelies >.< Everyone say happy birthday hyunjin!! I hope you all enjoy, this is not edited so keep that in mind if it's not perfect & i apologize for any bad grammar. Thank you for reading! <3

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Of course you know why you're here, but you're not sure of how 'hey, hyune, why don't I just model for you?' turned into stripping your clothing off piece by piece until you're completely bare in front of your own best friend.

Lately you'd noticed that hyunjin just wasn't acting like hyunjin. The poor boy hadn't painted in weeks, and it was clearly affecting him, so, being the kind best friend you are, you offered to model for him. Hyune jumped at the opportunity, taking the idea and running with it.

You were so happy to see hyunjin excited to paint. It was the most passionate he'd been in a while. He had so many ideas, and you let him talk your ear off about everything he had in mind until the two of you finally arranged a few days where he could just sit and paint the one thing he finds the most beautiful: you.

God, he was so in love with you.

So here you are, deliberately posed on a large sofa chair with your legs over one arm of it and your back against the other, head leaning gently against the cushion and hands resting on your tummy. Every now and then he'd get up and walk over to you, delicately running his long, slender fingers over your bare skin to adjust your pose, muttering gentle words of praise as shivers run up your spine.

"You're doing so good, angel. so perfect," Hyunjin hums softly, eliciting a sheepish giggle as a faint blush of pink colors your cheeks.

Sure, at first you felt slightly uncomfortable about being literally naked in front of your best friend, but you quickly got used to it. You trusted him more than anyone in the world, and he treated you with nothing but care and intent, handling you as if you were a porcelain doll.

"This might be my prettiest work, y/n. You're so beautiful," hyunjin says, glancing up from the canvas, a small content smile on his lips. Your heart stutters at his words, he had always been affectionate, he'd always called you sweet names, but right now just feels so intimate. It's as if he's looking past just your body or your face and complimenting your soul.

"Is it almost done?" You frown, looking over at him, almost not wanting your time together to end. He simply gives a small nod, that small smile still evident on his lips.

"Do you wanna come see?" He asks softly, and you quickly nod, eagerly getting up off of the sofa and wrapping a thin silk robe around your body before scampering over to his art station.

When you finally see the painting, your eyes widen and your soft, rose petal-like lips part slightly. It genuinely is a beautiful piece of art, one so pretty that it renders you completely speechless. Hyunjin had perfectly captured your essence, perfectly captured your femininity, perfectly captured everything. He looks up at you and laughs softly "do you like it?"

His words snap you back into reality, letting out a small hum and nodding, still staring at the painting until you feel like you have to physically tear your eyes away from the canvas. "It's gorgeous, hyune. It's so, so pretty," you smile softly, flinging your arms around his neck and embracing him tightly. "You're amazing."

Hyunjin lets out a soft, affectionate huff and hugs you back, slender hands snaking around your waist and bunching the fabric of your robe up in his fists at your back as he breathes in your sweet scent. When you pull back, he keeps his hands on your body, moving to rest gently on your beautiful hips that he'd spent so many hours perfecting on a canvas. No matter how accurate or how pretty the painting was, nothing could ever beat the real thing.

"I'm so proud of you, hyunjin," you smile softly and bring your hands up to gently cup his face, running your thumbs over the soft flesh. He smiles up at you before one of his hands leaves your hips to grab one of yours, bringing it to his lips and kissing your palm.

Your heart swells at the sight and you let out a nervous giggle "hyune..."

His smile grows at your reaction, he'd always loved your adorable shy side. "Y/n..." He echos your tone with a grin, interlocking his fingers with yours as his other hand rubs gentle circles into the flesh of your hips with his thumb.

"y/n, do you know how beautiful you are to me?" He asks, his voice just above a whisper. Usually you'd giggle and brush off the compliment, but there was something so different about it. His eyes were wide and almost vulnerable as he looked up at you, gently pulling you closer by your hip. Once again, he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

That same gentle blush from earlier returns to your cheeks, sheepishly glancing away from him. He drops your hand and his returns to your hip. "C'mere," he mutters gently pulling you down onto his lap.

Your eyes widen slightly, but you don't try to fight it, letting him guide you down onto his lap. You knew that the line of friendship might've been blurry for the two of you, but you also knew that this wasn't normal behavior. "Hyunjin what are you-"

The man cuts you off with a gentle hum, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss to your neck. If you weren't sure before, now you definitely know that this was crossing the line.

His thumbs massage into the meat of your hips and he keeps you firmly still in his lap as his lips begin to travel about your neck, leaving your skin burning in their wake. "Sat so well for me.." the boy beneath you mutters, moving away from your neck to look at you, his eyes, usually so sharp, now soft and sweet as he looks into yours.

"I love you, y/n," hyunjin says softly, and for the moment, you swear your heart stopped. Your eyes widen and your cheeks burn a bright shade of pink, the sight bringing a small smile to hyunjin's lips.

"Hyune.. I-" you feel yourself start to stammer "you mean- Like, actually?"

He laughs softly at how flustered you get, his hand coming up to brush hair away from your face as he waits to hear your feelings before going any further.

After a moment of staring at him, stunned, you finally snap out of it, smiling nervously before speaking up ever so softly "I love you too."

His smile grows and, with his hand resting gently on your neck, he comes forward to kiss you. His lips press against yours firmly, the emotion behind the kiss telling you that he'd been waiting a while for this.

His hand stays resting gently at the base of your neck, the other wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. You melt into the kiss, your lips moving slowly and intently against his, arching your back slightly into him.

His lips start to wander down away from yours, kissing the corner of your mouth, then the small space between your bottom lip and chin, then he peppers a few along your jawline before moving down to your neck. You let out a soft sigh as his lips move passionately against your neck, nipping gently at the flesh.

"hyunjin.." you moan softly, and your hands come up to the back of his neck, keeping his lips on you. He chuckles lowly against your skin, both of his hands now holding your hips, stroking your skin through the thin silk robe.

"loved painting you, darling," he mutters between kisses "your hips... They're so pretty." Then his hands move down to your thighs, rubbing the smooth flesh where the robe had started to fall open. "Mmh, and these legs.."

Hyunjin moves back to look at you, his eyes almost pleading. "Can I see you again? Please?" He speaks softly as his hands run up and down over the slopes of your waist. You giggle at his words, but your heart flutters at how respectful he is.

"you have a perfect painting of me right there, though," you giggle, and you reach teasingly for the strings of your robe.

He's practically pouting at your words. "But it's not the real thing.." he frowns, and the way he's looking at you has you weak.

You giggle as you come down to kiss his jaw, slowly untying your robe until it falls open. You try to make sure that he can't see your face in order to hide any hint of self-consciousness in your eyes, but being the attentive sweetheart he is, he gently hums your name and cups your cheek to get you to look back up at him.

Reluctantly, you lift your head, your cheeks turning a soft shade of red as you watch his eyes roam over your bare body then back up to your face. "Gorgeous girl.." he coos with a gentle smile and leans down to kiss your collarbones, wasting no time to run his hands along your bare skin. "You're stunning... 'm so obsessed with you.."

You feel your entire body heat up, the words making your heart rate accelerate. "Hyunjin.." you say through a breath.

He looks up at you from where he's trailing kisses down to your sternum with a quirked brow. You giggle softly, cupping his face in your hands "you're obsessed with me?"

He nods "terribly obsessed."

You giggle "I love you so much.."

A dumb smile grows on his lips, and you can't help the one that pulls at yours as you come down to kiss him again.