#xdh jungsu

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i love losers 🫦🫦

hihi!! for an xdh request maybe one about when they teach you to play their instrument?? or maybe one where reader also knows how to play an instrument and they have a jam session together ><

them teaching you how to play their instrument ♡

a/n. waaaah thank you for requesting <3 i have so many ideas for xdh but for the love of god i just cannot get them done idk why….

also bare w me bc i don’t know shit about playing instruments :3 i used to play a flute in my elementary school and i SUCKED so uhhhh yeah ☝️

┆彡 GUNIL [ 건일 ]

i feel like he’d be so so excited when you told him u wanna learn how to play the drums

would smooch your face before even starting

and would talk you through the basics, giggling when you ask him when you’re gonna start

maybe not a patient teacher but it takes one (1) kiss to get him to be calm again 🙄

he’s not too hard on you but it might get stressful 😭

“you’re not doing it right 😑”

but. but hear me out.

sitting on his lap as he holds your hands and navigates them slowly to explain stuff

axe.exe stopped working

and once you’ve learnt the basics and play something he records you like a proud mom and then shows off to the boys <33

┆彡 GAON [ 가온 ]

he’d smirk and start talking abt how good of a teacher he’ll be

and he’ll talk for so long that you threatened to find a different teacher if he doesn’t shut up (it worked)

this is 50 chaotic and 50 cute

he’d be so soft and patient with explaining :(

the practical part tho oh lord

“who told u to put your fingers like that? bc definitely not me 😑”

if you manage to play a song, even with some mistakes that he’ll pretend they weren’t there, he’s very proud <3

and after each learning session it’s safe to say you have like +10 guitar picks on you

he’d make it his personal goal to teach you how to play at least two of your fav songs (and a couple of theirs >_<)

┆彡 JUNGSU [ 정수 ]

he’s so so happy that you asked him, eyes going wide

plays something to show off but says it’s only to “show you what you’re gonna learn” 🙄

midway of you practicing what he told you he just zones out bc you’re so happy and and you’re playing the instrument and vibing and and <\\\3

and you’re like “how did i do??? :D”

he doesn’t have the heart to tell you that he was busy staring at u so he just claps and assures you that you did well

then you just pull him closer and giggle while he plays at one end of the keyboard and you in the other

he could just stay like this forever

but then seungmin walks in and he’s like “what is this madness”

jungsu covers your ears before you can hear o.de saying how horrendously you play 😍

he kicks him out and then you’re back to vibing :D

┆彡 SEUNGMIN [ 승민 ]

excitement through the roof but he won’t let it show

“okay that’s cool🙄”

lets you have fun before actually starting the “tutoring lesson”

and he’s giggling at how happy you are just to play random chords

but oh boy.

very serious about teaching you

“it’s not just for funsies, it’s a serious deal you know?” huffs when you point out his poker face

get ready to be bombarded with professional language n special words

“… so this key?”

(o.de’s sigh of giving up) “yeah, this key….”

but all that facade drops as soon as the sounds you play start forming a song :D

┆彡 JUNHAN [ 준한 ]

he’d look around to check if you really meant him 😭😭😭

and you’re like “ofc i meant u you’re my bf >:(“

junnie would melt on spot and need a moment before actually starting

he’d ask you a couple of times if you understand everything or if you have any questions before moving on

you kept on placing your fingers wrong and even though he was shy he felt the urge to fix them

so u ended up sitting next to each other as close as possible :”)

it’s a slow process but he’s praising you for every single strum you manage to make 🥹

he’s so so happy when he can see that you’re finally getting it

and he feels like he’s falling in love over and over again the longer he looks at u playing his guitar <33

┆彡 JOOYEON [ 주연 ]

he just gives you the guitar and??? expects you to play it???

and you’re like 🧍‍♀️

he can’t stay serious for even a moment it’s like a rollercoaster

one moment he’s praising you bc you’re doing well and then bursts out laughing when you play off tune

when you threaten him to hit him with the guitar he just loses it 💔💔💔

but in the end you somehow manage

and while you’re super focused on playing he’a actually melting n grabbing his phone to capture it

ofc the camera is shaking and his giggles in the background barely record the song

and then he just lets you vibe with the guitar, watching you with an amused smile <333

AND HE JOINS U LATER <33333

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Vanilla Latte

Kim Jungsu Summary:Jungsu works as a barista at the coffee shop you frequent. The two of you haven’t spoken that much, you just know that he’s the one who tops your vanilla latte with a heart. (non idol au) WC:~1.6k Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

The very familiar bell chimes as you open the door to your favorite coffee shop. The warm and comforting aroma of coffee filled your senses.

“Vanilla latte?” Jiseok, a barista, asked you with a bright smile from where he was currently wiping down a table. You nodded your head in confirmation along with giving him a small smile. “Coming right up,” he told you. You head over to your usual table and make yourself comfortable. 

Soon enough the sweet scent of your vanilla latte fills your nose. The gently clink sound of the cup meeting the table pinged in your ears and your eyes take notice of the delicate heart floating on top of your drink. 

“Oh,” you let out a small sound recognizing the heart. That heart only meant one thing. “Jungsu,” you say, shifting your gaze from your latte in front of you to the barista standing right beside you. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he smiled delicately at you. His smile is as delicate as the heart on your coffee. “Enjoy,” he tells you, motioning to your drink. 

“I will, thank you.” Jungsu gives you a small nod then proceeds to make his way back over to the counter. Your eyes watch him as he disappears into the room behind the counter. You turn back to your vanilla latte, having a small smile etched onto your face. You carefully pick up the warm cup, bringing it to your lips and taking a sip, letting the sweet liquid dance across your tastebuds. Carefully, you set the cup back down onto the table. 

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“Why does y/n get a heart and not us?” your friend asked, after peering at the three cups sitting directly in front of each of you. 

“What?” you questioned confused, leaning to look at either of your friends drinks. It was true they didn’t have a foam heart sitting on top, but tulips. “Hmm,” you hum. 

“It’s fine I think the tulip is prettier than the heart,” your other friend states. 

“But I think a heart is more special,” your friend said. 

“Well then there’s your answer. The barista has a crush on y/n,” your friend playfully teased. 

“I’d believe it,” Seungmin, another barista of the shop, suddenly intruded. “Jungsu only tops y/n’s vanilla latte with a heart.” 

That’s how you found out that Jungsu was the one responsible for decorating your vanilla latte with a heart.

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You never asked Jungsu why he topped your lattes with a heart. Though you can’t deny a spark of happiness lit up inside of you anytime you saw the white heart decorating your drink. Even if a heart is one of the simple latte arts, your friend was right it did feel special. Maybe that’s just because Jungsu is the one who makes it for you though. 

Truthfully you didn’t know much about Jungsu. If you really compact it down you suppose you mainly know two things about him. One, he works at your favorite coffee shop. Two, he always tops your vanilla lattes with hearts. If you elaborate, maybe you know quite a few things about him. You think he likes having his hair dyed blonde. He’s tried every shade of it from platinum to dirty. He always has to check three times that he pushed the lever all the way on the coffee machine. (There was a horrible incident one time that left the floor covered in sticky coffee.) He refuses to put the muffins by the bagels in the display window. He is always nervous when he has to carry multiple drinks over to a table using a tray. You’ve heard a rumor from the other baristas that he’s quite talented with a keyboard and that he has an angelic singing voice. He likes cats. You’ve seen him feed some strays in the side alleyway. Giving them gentle pets on their heads as they drink the milk he poured into a small bowl for them. 

Mayhaps you knew quite a lot about Jungsu.

There was one thing you didn’t know about Jungsu though or didn’t remember rather. The first time you met him wasn’t at the coffee shop. No, it was several years ago. An extremely rainy day. With teardrop after teardrop racing down to the ground. Jungsu was not having a good day. He sat on the edge of a curb soaked in rain. He was freezing, but at least the falling rain covered the tears that fell from his eyes.

That was until the raindrops stopped pelting him. Jungsu looked up to see an umbrella covering him.

“You shouldn’t sit in the rain, you'll get sick,” you tell him. 

“Oh umm..I know I-” Jungsu stammers out, awkwardly standing up. You readjust the umbrella to make sure that it covers him. 

“Here, you can have it.” You hand the umbrella over to him. 

“No, what about you?” Jungsu denied taking the umbrella. 

“It’s ok. I’m with my friends over at that coffee shop,” You pointed across the street to the coffee shop. “I don’t need it. You can have it.” Again you hand the umbrella over to him. This time he carefully takes it. 

“Thanks,” he says.

“And…” You drift off as you stop to dig in your coat pocket. “Here.” You pull out a heart shaped chocolate. Jungsu stared at the heart shaped chocolate in the palm of your hand. After a few moments his fingers delicately pick up the chocolate, fingers gently brushing against your palm. “There you should feel better now. I just gave my heart to you,” you lightly flirted. Jungsu laughs at your unexpected words.

“Thanks,” he says with the tips of his ears turning red. 

“I know life gets hard and we can’t feel happy everyday, but there are little things to smile about everyday.” You point to the little heart in his hand. “I hope you feel better. I’ll get going now.” 

“Thanks again,” Jungsu thanks you. You nod before walking out from under the umbrella, using your hands to shield you from the falling rain and hurry back over to the coffee shop.

Jungsu watches you disappear into the shop. He looks at the umbrella shielding him from the rain then looks down at the heart chocolate in his hand. You ran out of the warm coffee shop into the cold rain just to give a guy you don’t even know an umbrella and cheer him up too. Jungsu looks back over to the coffee shop. Maybe he’s the one who gave you his heart. 

Safe to say when Jungsu saw that that very coffee shop was hiring a few days later he didn’t even think twice before applying. 

Jungsu can’t blame you for not recognizing him. He knows he looked like a complete mess that day. He just hoped that one day maybe you would recognize him as he gave his heart to you with every vanilla latte you ordered. 

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“Thanks,” you smiled at Jungsu as he placed your vanilla latte in front of you.

“Of course, enjoy,” he told you. You take a moment to stare at the delicate foam heart on your latte before your eyes turn to look back at Jungsu at the counter. That same smile on your face as you go take a drink of your latte. 

The quiet atmosphere of the coffee shop is suddenly greeted by the sound of drizzling rain. At first you found that the gentle sound of the rain added to the coziness of the shop. That was until you realized that you don’t have an umbrella.

“Crap” you whisper under your breath. You started to debate just waiting out the rain, but suddenly Jungsu was by your side again. 

“Here,” he said, holding out an umbrella. An umbrella that you recognized. 

“Hey I used to have an umbrella just like this,” you stated grabbing the umbrella.”I gave it to this guy a few years ago though. He was out in the rain without an umbrella,” you explained. 

“I know…he was out crying in the rain. You ran out of the coffee shop to give him your umbrella and chocolate heart,” Jungsu said. 

“How did you-” Your words cut short as you look at Jungsu, really look at him. You look back to the umbrella in your hand. It was your umbrella. The one that you gave to the guy those years ago. 

“You gave me your heart that day,” Jungsu says, proving to you that he indeedly is that guy who was crying out in the rain. You look over to your now nearly empty latte cup. The heart is long gone, but now it made sense. Why Jungsu always topped your vanilla lattes with a heart. “And I’ve been giving you mine with every vanilla latte I made you,” he confesses. 

“I feel stupid now,” you laugh. “How could I not recognize you?”

“It’s ok, I definitely wasn’t looking my best that day,” he joked. 

“Still I should recognize the guy I gave my heart to,” you say playfully. The tips of Jungsu’s ears go red just like the day you first said that to him.

“Well now that you know…can I take you out on a date?” he asked shyly. 

“I would like that” you agree. 

“Finally!” Jiseok shouts from behind the counter. “You have no idea how hard it was to keep my mouth shut about those vanilla latte hearts,” he says sinking onto the counter. 

“I know! I thought all those months ago when I spilled to y/n and their friends that Jungsu only topped y/n’s lattes with hearts that something would happen, but no I was only able to continue to watch as Jungsu kept making those lovesick hearts,” Seungmin chimed it. Jungsu’s cheeks blush as he tells the guys to be quiet. 

Now you know that the delicate heart that decorated your vanilla lattes felt special because Jungsu made it with love.

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( 一月 ). ──what I think xdh would be like as dads 오티식스 &fem!rea. ⟡ headcanon, fluff warn. ment. of babies / kids & being pregnant wc : 1760THOU 노트 for zanna, axe & ashley xx

────GOO GUNIL ( 구건일 )

Gunil could go either way in terms of being a boy or girl dad but, lowkey he’s a boy dad.

Let’s be honest, Gunil gives bbq!dad playing football with his son while you make lemonade in the kitchen. He’s so baseball hat dad coded.

He wanted kids immediately after you started dating (which didn’t happen).

Was involved 110% in the pregnancy but was so scared of the delivery. Cried when you told him you guys were gonna have a baby.

FORT-BUILDER #1. Buys a projector just so they can watch their favorite shows (with him of course) in it.

Loser!dad but, in an endearing way. He’ll say stupid dad-jokes that are only a little funny to your kid and they’ll still laugh at them (even when they’re teenagers) because it’s their dad type of way.

Number one supporter of whatever your kid wants to do in the future. Will also let them change their mind six billion times with a smile on his face.

Truly the best father. Most reliable and will always be there for them whenever they need it. The car broke down at 3am? He’s dragging himself out of bed to go get them. First breakup? He’s taking them to the store to buy all their comfort snacks. WiFi’s slow? He’s restarting the router. Spider? It’s being put outside immediately. Anything they want and he’ll come running because he just loves them that much.

Gunil was truly born to be a dad. Although, he wouldn’t have found it to be a deal breaker if you didn’t want any, because he respects your choice and loves you more than himself, however he’d be a little sad.

────KIM JUNGSU ( 김정수 )

Jungsu is a boy dad through and through. But, hear me out, he’d love a daughter and would NOT be upset if he got one, but you’re really the only special girl in his heart—until you’re replaced by a mini version of yourself.

He was meant to be a family man so, expect more kids in the future. About three, if not four, probably.

You told him you were pregnant and he proposed right away. You were actually not allowed to leave his side.

He treated you like royalty (and still does) when you were pregnant with his kid; got you anything you wanted, kept the house at a reasonable temperature, went to all the appointments with you. It’s almost as if he was the one carrying the child to be honest.

It seems you thank God for this man as their father everyday.

Jungsu also really had a soft spot for how you looked pregnant with his kid (in a sfw way), he just thought you were so cute. You’d also often wear his clothes instead of your own because they were more comfortable.

After the kid was born it was love at first sight—a smile pressed to his face and never left.

Actually, he asks if you want to have another just about every hour. He even proposed you had another right after the first was born—you were barely out the hospital.

Was the most attentive new!parent, always tended to your baby when they’d cry in the middle of the night—would also end up falling asleep next to them because he found them so adorable and couldn’t take his eyes off them.

Speaking of, Jungsu would be the type of dad that would be overwhelmed by how cute the kid is. He pinches their cheeks ALL the time. Tells you how cute they are whenever he gets the chance. Gushes over every little (new and old) thing that they do. He’s truly obsessed.

────KWAK JISEOK ( 곽지석 )

Jiseok needs twins, it’s non-negotiable. He would love one of each, but would definitely end up with either two boys or two girls.

You will end up having lots of kids because let’s be real, he suits being a dad to a ton of kids.

Even if you asked, Jiseok would actually not have a favorite between the two—there’s enough love in his heart for about 1600 more, he says.

He’s also so stay-at-home dad coded.

He’s the most unserious parent. He would try and carry them on each arm like a balancing act and make you anxious. But then, he’d also do bicep curls with them just to see you laugh.

Was scared to break them at first because they were so small, but now he play-wrestles them both at the same time.

He couldn’t wait for them to walk so he could play chase with them around the house like little ducks.

Speaking of ducks, Jiseok is the #1 bath time supporter, and refers to himself as “rubber duck” to get them into it. He even made up a song so that it would be fun.

Jiseok is a high-energy dad, sometimes they wear out before he does.

FORT-BUILDER #2. You often find their room in a state because your husband has built them, yet again, another fort.

He’s the type of dad who teaches them computer games early on because he’s a nerd (they started with Minecraft and named a dog after you). He also teaches them guitar, even as their hands aren’t big enough to play more than one (half) a cord.

────OH SEUNGMIN ( 오승민 )

Oh Seungmin is a girl dad. Do not argue. Did yall see him with Seola? Now imagine that’s actually his. He would never put her down, you’d actually have to fight to get to hold your baby.

Already had a billion girl names picked out before you knew the gender because he was SURE. What can I say? He was just destined to have a daughter.

However, either way (girl or boy) the kid would be loved and super spoiled.

Wants about 100 more once he sees them but has trouble imagining having to share his attention—he’s already so obsessed with just the first.

While you were pregnant, Seungmin would talk to your bump and would refer to the kid as, “his little princess” because, once again, GIRL.DAD. (it’s canon).

Seungmin acquired so many (DIY) skills as a dad because whatever they asked for he’d try his best to give them.

The #1 involved dad. Recital? He’s in the front row. They want to take pottery? He’s googling classes. They want purple hair? He’s already asking you (as the gloves are being put on). They want McDonald’s ice cream at midnight? They’re already buckled up. Whatever, and I mean whatever they want, they’re getting.

Seungmin would also have your kid FITTED TF UP. Drip or drown: baby addition. He’d make video ootd’s and send them to you while you were at work.

He actually vlogs his days out with them and sends them to you so you don’t feel left out, because he cared about you first (and still does).

They always come home with a new outfit. What can he say, the kids shoe game is going to be strong.

────HAN HYEONGJUN ( 한형준 )

Hyeongjun would love either a boy or girl, but has a special place in his heart for a daughter.

Hyeongjun was and still is the most gentle father and husband. He took care of you before, during and after the pregnancy. And then he especially took care of your kid, literally NEVER letting them cry for more than a couple minutes (even after they were able to take care of themself).

He’s not someone looking to have more than two kids to be honest, and if your first is hyperactive, he might even settle for one (however, he’d like them to have a sibling to grow up with).

He cried when he first saw them and was shy, then he picked them up and never put them back down.

Hyeongjun got better at being a dad—he was never bad, it was just a little rough at first because he was unsure of what to do.

Hyeongjun also teaches them non-conformative roles; i.e gender stereotypes. His kids are wearing whatever they think looks pretty—just like their dad.

He would also teach them to be little rockstars, putting on shows in your living room.

He would have matching hair (mostly pigtails) with his daughter and would come running in to show you each and every time because he’s proud of his masterpiece—they’re lopsided.

Paints their nails together, and leaves the pink mess around his cuticles because HIS kid did that.

They’re actually inseparable by the way so, have fun being the second-favorite parent.

On a more serious note though: he thanks you everyday for giving him his little best friend.

────LEE JOOYEON ( 이주연 )

Jooyeon is a boy dad first, because he needs someone to match his energy—wrestling and running around—but once he has a girl he’ll never go back.

He needs like four kids and he’ll be happy but, if you don’t want any more he’ll settle for one and still be happy.

Despite being unserious dad #2, he’ll make sure his kids know they can go to him for anything. You know that too, as he was always attentive with you.

After the kid was born Jooyeon became so easily attached, always up in its little personal space.

Kisses for you, kisses for them.

He actually thinks he died when you put the first tiny outfit on them (the onesies with closed hands and feet and a warm hat) to take them home from the hospital.

Jooyeon is also a menace to society, so having more than one of them means you’re going to have drawings on your walls and a messy house BUT, you also get cute pictures for the fridge—some your husband drew—and memories to last a lifetime.

So incredibly loser!core gamer!dad but they LOVE him. I mean, how could they not?

He plays dress up with his daughter, and lets her do his makeup; he ends up looking like a clown but doesn’t take it off even after they’re done playing.

He also plays dress to impress (or whatever the not cancelled one is called) with his daughter and buys her robux.

He’ll play computer / video games with his son (definitely got him to play league).

Jooyeon is the type of dad to give them ice-cream for dinner (he definitely made them vegetable haters).

He’s definitely the type of dad to say “don’t tell mom” before doing most things, and acts innocent with them when you find out.

Expect them to gang-up on you. Spoiler: you’re never winning an argument if their dad is involved.

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( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

구건일 ── GOO GUNIL.

The day felt like it had conspired against Gunil, stretching itself out into an agonizing eternity, as if determined to sap every last bit of energy from him. Each second dragged on, the clock's hands moving at a snail's pace, mirroring the heaviness in his limbs. Finally, after what seemed like an endless rehearsal, an exhausted sigh escaped his lips, the sound barely noticeable amidst the hum of tired voices from his bandmates. With a practiced, almost mechanical motion, Gunil returned his well-worn drumsticks to their designated holder, a small nook on the wall that had become as familiar to him as his own reflection. The drumsticks settled into place with a soft click, the only sound in the practice room that had served as their second home. 

As his bandmates began to shuffle out, their movements sluggish, weighed down by the day’s efforts, Gunil barely registered the chorus of goodbyes. Jungsu’s voice cut through the haze, a final “see you tomorrow” accompanied by a wave before disappearing into the hallway. Gunil mustered a lazy half-smile, lifting his hand in a farewell that felt more like a reflex than a conscious action. The room, once alive with the pulse of their music, now felt eerily quiet, the silence amplifying the fatigue settling deep into his bones. He reached for his backpack, its weight pulling down on his tired shoulders, just as the sharp ring of his phone shattered the stillness.

The sudden sound jolted him, but when he saw your name on the screen, a genuine smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, chasing away the exhaustion, even if just a little. “I’m done rehearsing, love, I’ll be—” Gunil’s greeting was cut short by the unmistakable sound of your excited squeal. He couldn’t help but chuckle, his heart swelling with affection at the image of you practically vibrating with energy on the other end of the line.

“Goo, you have to come home as soon as you can!” Your voice was bright, almost bursting with excitement, and Gunil could easily imagine you doing your little wiggles of joy, the ones that always made his heart melt. 

“Yes, baby,” he replied, his tone gentle, hiding the weariness in his bones so as not to dampen your spirits. “I’ll be home in no time. What’s got you so excited?” 

As he turned off the lights in the now-quiet practice room, the faint clicking of your keyboard reached his ears. He pictured you perched at your desk, your laptop open before you, eyes wide with curiosity. The image made him smile. 

“I found this new video, and Goo, it is so cool! It's a swarm of Japanese honeybees defending their nest by slapping ants with their wings, but this one is honestly so fascinating because apparently, this colony got infected by the Varroa Destructor Mite — but they were still so aggressive against the ants and they won! Isn't that so cool? Oh, Goo, please hurry, you have to watch it!” 

Your words tumbled out in a rush, barely pausing for breath, your excitement making the details spill over each other in a joyous cascade. Gunil found himself chuckling softly, warmth blooming in his chest as he listened to your passionate rambling. There was something so endearing about the way you got lost in your own world, especially when it came to bees. He could listen to you talk for hours, your voice animated and full of life, a stark contrast to the weariness that had settled over him.

He thought back to the early days of your relationship, when you had nervously explained your autism to him, worried that it might be too much, too different. But to Gunil, it was simply another beautiful facet of who you were, something that made him love you even more deeply. “That does sound very interesting, my love,” he said, trying to match your energy despite the exhaustion tugging at him. “I really can’t wait to watch it!”

The promise of coming home to you, to your bright, infectious enthusiasm, gave him the strength to push through the final stretch of his journey. “I’ll be home in about ten minutes, so hang tight,” he added, a smile in his voice as he ended the call. As he neared the apartment you shared, the sight of a family-owned flower shop caught his eye. 

Even through the fatigue, his gaze lingered on the blooms in the window, your favorite flowers standing out like a beacon. The thought of surprising you with them, especially when you were already so happy, sent a thrill through him. Without hesitation, he ducked into the shop, the sweet scent of fresh flowers wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. He selected a bouquet with care, imagining the way your eyes would light up when he walked through the door with them in hand.

The weight of the day began to lift as he paid for the flowers, the simple act of thinking about you bringing a renewed sense of energy. The thrill of coming home to you, your voice still echoing in his mind, made each step lighter. As he walked out of the shop, the bouquet cradled carefully in his arms, he felt the anticipation build, knowing that soon, he would be by your side, sharing in the simple, beautiful joy of being together.

김정수 ── KIM JUNGSU.

The corners of Jungsu’s lips tightened into a worried frown as he gently rapped on the door of your shared bedroom. Not waiting for an invitation, he nudged the door open just enough to peer inside. The sight that greeted him was one of persistent discomfort. There you were, lying on your side of the bed, your expression etched with visible distress. Your laptop, casting a soft glow in the dim room, played the familiar episodes of your favorite show—one you had practically memorized through countless viewings meant to soothe your troubled emotions.

Jungsu let out a soft sigh, his concern growing with each passing moment. He stepped into the room, the plush carpet muffling his footsteps as he moved towards your side of the bed. Perching himself on the edge, he settled into the space beside you, his presence both reassuring and tender. You kept your gaze fixed on the screen, as though it were the only refuge from the turmoil roiling within.

The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words and unshared burdens. After a few moments, you finally turned your head to meet his gaze, a weary sigh escaping your lips. Jungsu’s heart ached at the sight of your frustration and weariness. “I ordered takeout,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper as if afraid to shatter the fragile calm. “It’s your favorite.”

He noticed the fleeting flicker of interest in your eyes, a brief spark that was quickly extinguished as you turned back to the screen with a frown. “I don’t want to eat right now,” you murmured, your tone resolute and final, leaving no room for negotiation. The firmness of your refusal stung, and Jungsu could only nod in resignation. He sighed once more, his shoulders slumping slightly as he retreated from the room, leaving you to your solitude.

For nearly a week now, this had been your reality—an ongoing struggle that Jungsu could only partially grasp. Despite the year you had been together, he had never seen you like this before. He understood that adapting to sudden changes was particularly challenging for you, especially when they disrupted the routines that provided a semblance of stability. The day you had called him from work, sobbing uncontrollably while locked in the bathroom, was seared into his memory. You had told him about your old manager’s abrupt departure and the arrival of a new, unfamiliar face. The sudden shift was more than you could handle, especially when your new manager refused to accommodate the adjustments necessary to make your work environment bearable.

As the days went on, the pressure became insurmountable. Each day, you returned home to face the aftermath of panic attacks you had kept at bay and to collapse into bed, seeking solace in the comfort of a show that could no longer ease the heaviness you carried. The joy and relief it once brought you were now overshadowed by a pervasive numbness, a stark reminder of the emotional toll that had become all too familiar.

Jungsu’s heart ached with the weight of your struggle, and though he sympathized deeply with your plight, it did little to quell his worry. He remained steadfast in his resolve to support you through this storm, even as he grappled with the helplessness of seeing you so diminished. Each day, he hoped for a glimmer of recovery, a sign that the storm within you might begin to abate. But for now, he could only offer his silent presence and unwavering support, waiting for the day when you would once again find your way back to the light.

Jungsu was grappling with uncertainty about how to pull you from the depths of your distress, but a sudden spark of inspiration ignited within him as his gaze fell upon the television in the living room. Resolute to offer you a sliver of comfort, he began a frenzied quest to transform your shared space into a sanctuary of solace. For the next half hour, he darted around the apartment, arms laden with an assortment of blankets, comforters, and pillows—each one a small testament to his unwavering determination.

With every trip in and out of the bedroom, his expression was a mixture of earnest concentration and quiet determination. You watched with a blend of curiosity and amusement as he repeatedly entered the room, his movements a flurry of purposeful activity. At one point, he even attempted to gather your collection of stuffed animals, struggling under the weight of their collective softness as he staggered out, his focus unbroken by your gaze.

The sounds of his labor—the shuffling of furniture, the occasional grunt of exertion—filled the space, drawing your attention away from the show you had paused. You listened intently, your curiosity piqued by the rhythmic clamor of activity. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of bustling, Jungsu reappeared in the doorway of your bedroom, his face illuminated with a blend of triumph and excitement. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, catching the soft light of the nightstand lamp as he panted, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

“Baby,” he called out, his voice breathless but laced with an infectious enthusiasm. His hands rested on his hips, a gesture of pride and anticipation. “Can you please come out? I made something for you, and I think you’re really going to like it!”

Despite the storm of emotions swirling within you, the sight of Jungsu’s eager, childlike gleam in his eyes tugged at your heartstrings. Intrigued and touched by his effort, you pushed yourself up from the bed, the pull of his unwavering support more compelling than the urge to remain cocooned in your sanctuary. He extended a hand towards you, which you accepted with a grateful smile, allowing him to guide you toward the living room.

The transformation that greeted your eyes as you entered the living room took your breath away. The coffee table, once a fixture in the center of the room, had been pushed to the far wall. In its place stood a grand fortress, a whimsical creation of mismatched blankets and comforters meticulously draped and layered into a cozy haven. Strings of Christmas lights peeked through the folds, their gentle glow casting a warm, ethereal light that danced across the room. The television, positioned just in front of the fortress’s entrance, was primed to play your favorite show, a comforting familiarity in its soft glow.

As you inhaled deeply, the fragrant aroma of your favorite meal wafted towards you, a final touch to the heartwarming scene. Overwhelmed by a wave of gratitude, tears threatened to spill as you turned to embrace Jungsu. Your arms wrapped around him tightly, your body shaking slightly with the emotion you struggled to contain.

Jungsu chuckled softly, his arms enveloping you in a hug that was both firm and reassuring—just the way you liked it. “Is this okay?” he asked gently, his voice barely above a whisper as you pulled back to look at him. The tears in your eyes glistened with a profound appreciation as you nodded vigorously, your voice wavering with emotion. “This is perfect, Jun,” you managed to say, your voice cracking slightly. “It looks exactly like how my grandmother used to do it when I was upset as a child.”

Jungsu’s smile widened, his satisfaction evident in the warmth that radiated from him. As you turned and practically bounded towards the fortress, a trail of contented giggles followed in your wake, each sound a balm to his worried heart. The sight of your joy, so vividly reflected in your laughter, made his heart flutter with a tender affection that seemed to encompass the entire room.

곽지석 ── KWAK JISEOK.

The outdoor market was a vibrant tapestry of colors and sounds, alive with the energy of families and couples weaving through stalls brimming with fresh produce and handcrafted jewelry. The air was thick with the mingling scents of spices, flowers, and street food, a cacophony of sensory delights that usually set your heart racing with excitement. But today, the thrumming pulse of the market felt more like a storm brewing on the horizon. 

You had been standing in front of a stall, fingers lightly tracing the delicate patterns of handmade trinkets when a sudden influx of noisy tourists swarmed around you. The once-open space now felt suffocating as their loud voices clashed against one another, creating a wall of sound that made it impossible to think clearly. The proximity of strangers pressed too close, stealing the breath from your lungs and sending your heart into a frantic rhythm. You glanced around, searching desperately for Jiseok, who had been right beside you only moments ago, but the crowd swallowed him up, leaving you feeling isolated and vulnerable.

As your anxiety began to claw its way to the surface, your body responded in familiar, desperate ways. Your fingers found their way to your hair, twisting and pulling at the strands as if they might tether you to something solid. Your leg bounced uncontrollably, tapping out an erratic rhythm on the cobblestones beneath you. The sharp sting of your nails digging into your palms became the only thing anchoring you, yet it also edged you closer to a breaking point that felt terrifyingly near.

It felt like an eternity, but finally, Jiseok emerged from the crowd, his eyes immediately locking onto you with a mix of relief and concern. He didn’t need to ask what was wrong—he could see it in the way your body had tensed, in the rapid, shallow breaths you struggled to control. Without a word, he reached out, gently but firmly taking your hands in his, halting the destructive cycle of pulling at your hair and digging into your skin. He interlaced your fingers with his, grounding you with the warmth of his touch.

"Hey, let's get out of here for a bit," Jiseok's voice broke through the chaos, a soothing melody that cut through the overwhelming noise around you. He didn’t wait for a response; instead, he drew you close, wrapping his arms around you and pressing your head against his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat against your ear was a familiar comfort, a lifeline in the middle of the storm.

Guiding you through the press of bodies, Jiseok kept you close, his arms a protective barrier against the world that had become too much to bear. His grip tightened slightly, applying the firm pressure that always seemed to calm your racing thoughts. "Look, we can go there for a little bit," he murmured, nodding towards a small park that sat like a hidden gem amidst the market’s frenzy. The greenery promised a respite, a quiet place to breathe again.

But it wasn’t the park that brought you solace—it was Jiseok himself. The vibration of his voice against your back as he spoke, the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat, and the warmth of his embrace all worked together to gently pull you out of the whirlpool of anxiety that threatened to drag you under. As he continued to speak, his words becoming a soft, mindless ramble meant only to distract, you could feel the storm inside you begin to subside. Your heartbeat, once wild and erratic, slowly began to sync with his, finding a steadier, calmer pace.

As Jiseok gently guided you through the bustling market, his hand remained a steady presence on your shoulder. Every so often, he would give a gentle squeeze, three soft pulses of reassurance—a silent code you both had established for moments like these, where words seemed to dissolve into the fog of your anxiety. It was his quiet way of asking, "Are you okay?" The simple gesture, familiar and comforting, anchored you amidst the swirling chaos. 

In response, you reached up to grasp his forearm, fingers curling around his warmth as you squeezed twice, signaling back, "I'm better." The exchange was small, but it spoke volumes—a tender conversation held in silence, where no words were necessary, just the understanding between two souls who had learned to navigate these storms together.

The noise of the market gradually faded into the background as Jiseok led you to the park. Here, the world softened, with the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze and the distant murmur of others who had also sought sanctuary from the market's overwhelming energy. The park felt like a refuge, a place where the intensity of the outside world couldn't quite reach you. Jiseok spotted a secluded bench beneath the shade of a large, ancient tree, its branches stretching out like a protective canopy. The dappled sunlight danced through the leaves, casting a soothing pattern on the ground, and the bench offered a quiet place to rest, away from prying eyes and the relentless pace of the market.

Once seated, Jiseok remained close, his presence a calming force beside you. Your breath, which had been shallow and quick, began to slow as you settled into the quiet of the park. Jiseok's fingers found their way to your hair, gently playing with the strands in a tender contrast to the earlier harsh tugging you had subjected them to. The soft rhythm of his touch was a balm, easing the lingering tension in your body. His other hand rested on your thigh, grounding you with its comforting weight.

He spoke in a low, soothing tone, his words a gentle caress to your frayed nerves. "We can leave whenever you're ready," he suggested, his gaze drifting out to the serene view of the park, "Maybe we can grab some food and cuddle at the dorm. I'm sure the members won’t mind. I’ll kick Seungmin out of our room if I have to; he’ll just have to suck it up."

As the tension within you began to melt away, you found yourself repeating the last few words of his sentence—a familiar and comforting habit, a happy stim that signaled your return to a place of calm. "...have to suck it up," you echoed, your voice lighter now, carrying the trace of a smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

Jiseok chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm, wrapping around you like a blanket of comfort. He squeezed your hand gently, checking to ensure your nails were no longer digging into your palm. "That's my favorite sound," he teased, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he grinned at you, his love evident in the gentle curve of his smile.

This shared moment of lightness, of humor, further dispelled the remnants of your anxiety. In his presence, you were reminded that you didn’t have to face these moments alone—that even in your most vulnerable states, Jiseok was there, offering his unwavering support and love. The park, with its serene beauty and the quiet strength of your bond, became a haven where you could breathe again, surrounded by the safety of his embrace.

오승민 ── OH SEUNGMIN.

JYP Entertainment hosted an exclusive and lavish party at a luxury hotel, where the atmosphere blended the grandeur of celebration with the intimacy of a private gathering. Unlike the typical public events, this one was strictly by invitation, creating a sanctuary for idols to bring their partners, friends, and families without the constant pressure of cameras. The setting was resplendent, with elegant decor that reflected the significance of the occasion.

The entertainment options catered to a variety of tastes. In one corner, a live band played soft jazz, filling the room with soothing melodies. Nearby, a DJ spun upbeat tracks, enticing those who wanted to dance. For the more playful guests, a karaoke setup allowed for uninhibited fun, and a photobooth adorned with glittering lights stood ready to capture the night’s memories. A gourmet buffet stretched along one side of the room, offering an array of international cuisines, the rich aromas mingling with the laughter and chatter that filled the air.

Despite the festive atmosphere, the constant flashing of lights and the relentless pulse of the music began to overwhelm you. This was your first time attending an event of this magnitude, and though you had agreed to come because of the way Seungmin’s eyes sparkled with excitement at the thought of sharing this moment with you, the environment soon proved too much. Even as you admired him, his figure so striking in the finely tailored suit that accentuated his lean, muscular build, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the grand room was closing in on you. Your hands trembled despite your best efforts to maintain composure, and a cold sweat began to form along your hairline.

You stole a glance at Seungmin, who stood a short distance away, his face illuminated with genuine joy as he engaged in animated conversation with his bandmates and senior idols from the company. They were discussing the future direction of their music, reminiscing about their journey since debuting, and Seungmin’s laughter rang out, a clear sign that he was fully immersed in the moment. For a brief second, you hoped that his distraction would allow you to slip away unnoticed, just for a moment, to calm the rising tide of anxiety within you.

The party, though well-intentioned, was far beyond your comfort zone, and the sensory overload was beginning to take its toll. You needed to escape, to find a quiet space where you could breathe without the weight of the world pressing down on you. But as you discreetly made your way to the bathroom, seeking refuge from the overwhelming stimuli, Seungmin caught sight of your retreating figure. 

Unbeknownst to you, Seungmin had anticipated the possibility of you feeling overwhelmed in such a busy atmosphere. Understanding how easily you could be overstimulated, he had made sure to pack your well-loved noise-canceling headphones in the expensive messenger bag his stylist had provided. As soon as he saw you slipping away, his concern for you took precedence over the conversation, and he politely excused himself, following you to the bathroom.

Upon entering the lavish bathroom, Seungmin offered a polite bow and murmured apologies to the few occupants before your shallow breathing caught his attention. He quickly moved to stand outside the stall where you had taken refuge. 

"Love? It's me," he called softly, his voice gentle and soothing, careful not to startle you in your vulnerable state. Inside the stall, your hands clenched in a futile attempt to stop their violent trembling as you struggled to steady your breathing. 

Seungmin reached over the door, his hand holding the familiar headphones — a lifeline in the storm of your frenzied thoughts. "I thought you might need this," he murmured. 

You reached up and snatched the headphones, the urgency in your movements reflecting the desperation you felt. As you placed them over your ears, the chaotic world outside was mercifully muted. The overwhelming cacophony faded, replaced by the comforting silence you had so desperately needed. Finally, you could breathe again, the noise-canceling barrier providing a sanctuary where you could begin to reclaim your peace.

You were immensely grateful for Seungmin’s patience, relishing the brief respite as you took a few moments to catch your breath. The bustling noise of the party seemed to fade into the background, creating a cocoon of calm around you. Just as you began to steady yourself, your phone vibrated in your hand — a text from Seungmin, despite him standing right outside the bathroom stall. His name illuminated the screen, and a calming wave of relief washed over you, your erratic heartbeat finding a more measured rhythm.

Seungmin understood that in moments like these, communication through text would be the most comforting method. The message on your screen read, Feeling any better? 

Your fingers, still slightly trembling, moved to reply. A lot better, thanks to you. Everything just became a little too much for me. 

The reply came almost instantaneously, and you noticed how the tight, claustrophobic feeling had dissipated. I’m glad I thought of bringing the headphones. Why didn’t you tell me though? The words on the screen seemed to convey a trace of concern, as though you could almost see the frown forming on his lips as he awaited your response.

A pang of guilt pierced your heart. You knew Seungmin would have dropped everything to help you if only you had spoken up. But you didn’t want him to worry or to spoil such a significant night. I didn’t want to ruin such a big night. I thought I would be able to handle it...until I couldn’t anymore. You sent the message with a sigh, already anticipating the comforting words that would follow. 

Baby, these parties mean nothing compared to your well-being. You didn’t ruin anything, I promise. A warm smile tugged at your lips as you read his soothing words. 

Moments later, another text from him appeared. Do you want to stay here for a bit, or would you like me to take you somewhere quieter? 

Relief flooded over you as you replied, Can we stay here for now? I don’t want to go back out yet. 

Of course. Do you want to let me in? The offer was genuine and well-intentioned, but it made you feel uneasy. 

You texted back, No. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can handle being touched or having anyone at close proximity right now...sorry. 

Hey, I get it. I’ll just stay here until you’re ready to come out.

Seungmin settled in by the door of your stall, his presence a reassuring anchor in your storm of anxiety. Leaning against the door, he continued to text you intermittently, checking in without overwhelming you. Despite the guilt that gnawed at you for keeping him away from the main event, you found solace in the sight of his polished shoes peeking out from beneath the stall door. His calm and patient demeanor provided a sense of security, a reminder that he was there for you while respecting your need for space.

To lift your spirits, Seungmin sent small jokes and snippets of gossip from the party, aiming to lighten the mood without pushing you too far. His thoughtful gestures made the wait more bearable. When you finally felt ready to emerge, you texted him, signaling that you were prepared to leave the bathroom. Seungmin maintained a respectful distance as he guided you out, his focus on ensuring your comfort. He stood by your side, a steady presence as you stood by the bathroom sinks, allowing you to regain your composure.

As you began to feel more at ease, your heart soared when Seungmin gently pulled you closer, swaying with you to the rhythm of a slow song that was apparently playing at the main party. The music and his embrace melded together in a soothing harmony, offering a sense of peace and connection that made the night’s earlier chaos feel like a distant memory.

한형준 ── HAN HYEONGJUN.

You and Hyeongjun had been together long enough to know that your bond was more than just a fleeting connection—it was a deeply rooted love, a steadfast commitment that had withstood the test of time. The idea of moving in together had always felt like the natural progression of your relationship, a step that would solidify the foundation you had built together. The thought of creating a home, a sanctuary where your love could continue to blossom, was a dream you both held close to your hearts. 

After months of searching, of walking through countless doorways in hopes of finding the one that felt right, you finally discovered a small, charming apartment nestled in a quiet neighborhood. It was perfect in its simplicity, a place that felt like it could become your own little haven away from the world. The moment you stepped inside, hand in hand with Hyeongjun, you could almost see the future unfolding before your eyes—a future filled with love, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

However, as thrilling as this new chapter was, the journey to get there was anything but easy. The excitement that buzzed in your chest was often tempered by the looming dread of packing up your lives and making the transition into this new space. Despite the weeks you had spent mentally preparing, gathering boxes, and organizing your belongings, the reality of the task ahead felt overwhelming once the packing began in earnest. The room that had once been your sanctuary, a place of comfort and familiarity, now looked as though it had been ravaged by a chaotic whirlwind. The bed, once a cozy nest of warmth, was buried beneath a patchwork of clothes—some folded neatly, others discarded haphazardly in the frenzy of sorting. Your once-tidy shelves had succumbed to disorder, with books that had been carefully arranged now lying in disarray, their pages splayed open as if they, too, were crying out for the order that had been lost.

Boxes were strewn across the floor, some half-packed, others overflowing with belongings that seemed to resist categorization. Trinkets and mementos from your relationship and childhood, tokens of memories that had shaped you, were scattered across every available surface. The room had become a chaotic testament to your inability to start a task and see it through to completion, the once-organized process now devolved into a mess that mirrored the storm of emotions brewing within you.

As you stood in the center of the chaos, trying to take it all in, the room seemed to close in on you. The sheer magnitude of the task at hand made your head spin, and the weight of the change—of leaving behind the familiar to step into the unknown—pressed down on you like a heavy blanket, smothering you with a growing sense of panic. Your breaths came in shallow gasps, your chest tightening as the reality of what lay ahead threatened to overwhelm you entirely. You felt frozen, trapped between the urge to curl up on the floor and the fear of succumbing to the full-blown panic attack that you could feel building inside you.

In that moment, the dream of a shared home, of a future filled with love and laughter, felt impossibly distant, overshadowed by the immediate reality of the overwhelming chaos that surrounded you.

Hyeongjun had been meticulously packing utensils in the kitchen, each clang and clatter a small, careful note in the symphony of your impending move. The rhythm was comforting in its predictability, a soundscape of progress amidst the chaos. But it was the sudden, uneven hitch in your breathing that cut through his focus like a knife. The familiar, faint tremor in your breath sent his instincts into overdrive. He abandoned the half-filled box without a second thought, his concern drawing him swiftly to the doorway where he paused, eyes immediately searching for you. The room’s disarray only served to heighten his worry, but it was the look on your face—pale, strained, eyes wide with the first signs of panic—that sent him rushing to your side.

His presence was immediate, solid, a tether in the storm of your thoughts. His hands hovered just above your trembling frame, a question in the tension of his fingers, as if even the act of touching needed your permission in this fragile moment. His voice, calm and steady despite the urgency he felt, broke the silence, "Touch or no touch?" It was the question he always asked, a gentle reminder that he was there, ready to offer exactly what you needed.

Your throat tightened, the pressure of unspoken fears constricting your ability to breathe freely. It took a moment, but you managed to force the words past the lump of anxiety, your voice barely above a whisper yet laced with raw desperation. "Touch, please. Hard." The plea was met with immediate action. Hyeongjun closed the distance between you in an instant, his arms wrapping around you with a firm, reassuring pressure that felt like a lifeline. He pulled you close, your face pressed into the warm, solid comfort of his chest, as if he could shield you from the overwhelming chaos that threatened to consume you.

His embrace was everything you needed—strong, grounding, enveloping you in a cocoon of safety. His hands moved over your back, each squeeze purposeful, designed to remind you that you weren’t alone in this moment. The weight of his arms anchored you, offering a physical connection that countered the spinning in your mind. As you struggled to sync your breathing with his, he guided you gently, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, coaxing your frantic gasps to slow. The familiar scent of him—warm, comforting, like home—began to permeate your senses, grounding you further with each breath.

Hyeongjun understood you in a way no one else did. He knew how deeply change unsettled you, how even the most exciting transitions could unearth old anxieties that clung like shadows. This move, this beautiful step into a shared future, was something you had both yearned for, yet the enormity of it was daunting, and he recognized that. 

Still holding you close, he gently guided you to the edge of the bed, never loosening his protective grip. His voice, soft and steady, filled the space between your breaths. He began to speak, his words a soothing balm, painting a picture of the memories he hoped to create with you in your new home. 

He spoke softly of lazy Saturday mornings, where the two of you would linger in bed, wrapped in each other’s warmth as the world outside moved on without you. He painted a picture of sunlight streaming through the windows, casting golden hues across the room as the smell of fresh coffee filled the air, mingling with the comforting scent of your shared space. He imagined those moments when you would shuffle into the kitchen, still half-asleep, to find him waiting with a mug in hand and a soft smile on his lips. The day would stretch out before you, unhurried and serene, a canvas for whatever simple joys you decided to indulge in. 

He envisioned quiet evenings in the living room, where the two of you would sit side by side, your legs tangled together as you watched movies, your laughter or quiet conversations filling the room. Or perhaps, he mused, there would be nights where no words were needed—where you’d simply sway to the rhythm of music only the two of you could hear, dancing slowly in the dim light of your cozy space. Those were the moments he looked forward to, where nothing else mattered but the gentle pulse of your love, a steady, comforting presence that would fill the apartment with a sense of belonging.

He spoke of the laughter that would echo through the kitchen as you experimented with new recipes, each attempt a delightful adventure, whether it ended in culinary success or a flour-covered mess. The thought of you animatedly talking about bees, your special interest, brought a tender smile to his face. He was excited to hear you ramble on about your latest findings, to listen to your voice light up with passion as you shared the intricacies of something you loved so dearly. For him, the simple joy of coming home to you after a long day, of seeing your face light up when you saw him, was a treasure beyond words. It was in these everyday moments, he believed, that the true beauty of life together would unfold.

Each word he spoke was a delicate thread, weaving a tapestry of the life you would build together—a life rich in love, comfort, and endless moments of shared happiness. As he continued to paint this picture with his words, you felt the tightness in your chest begin to ease, the panic that had gripped you slowly loosening its hold. The overwhelming mess that surrounded you, while still daunting, no longer felt like an insurmountable mountain. 

When he offered to help you pack your bedroom, it wasn’t just the task at hand he was addressing—it was the unspoken promise that you wouldn’t have to face any of it alone. With Hyeongjun by your side, you knew that no matter how overwhelming the process might seem, you would get through it together. The future you were moving toward, though filled with uncertainties, was also brimming with the promise of love, and that was more than enough to keep you going.

이주연 ── LEE JOOYEON.

Since childhood, Saturdays had been your sacred ritual, a cherished time when you sought refuge in the comforting embrace of your favorite internet cafe. Nestled on a tranquil street near your home, this digital sanctuary had become your second haven. The space was a dimly lit enclave, bathed in warm amber hues that softly illuminated rows of screens and keyboards. The gentle hum of cooling fans and the rhythmic clatter of keys created a soothing symphony of focused activity. The walls were adorned with neon posters of popular games and vibrant advertisements for energy drinks, their colors shimmering and pulsing with the memories of countless gaming sessions. Each desk bore the marks of countless hours spent in virtual worlds, with personal touches and signs of frequent use that told stories of dedicated gamers. The chairs, worn and comfortable, had molded to fit their occupants perfectly.

The employees, who had long grown accustomed to your weekly visits, had come to appreciate your presence. They reserved a specific PC for you, tucked away in a semi-secluded corner you had claimed as your own years ago. This desk, bathed in the soft, reassuring glow of your screen, was where you felt most at ease, completely immersed in the digital adventures you embarked upon. The ritual of arriving, settling in, and losing yourself in your chosen game was a comforting certainty, a bubble of predictability in a world that often felt overwhelming.

However, recently, this cherished routine had been disrupted by a new and vibrant presence. Jooyeon, as you would eventually learn, was the boy whose frequent visits began to unsettle the calm monotony of your Saturdays. His arrival was like a burst of vivid color and exuberant energy crashing into your serene haven. The air would come alive with his boisterous laughter and animated conversations with friends, his presence a dynamic contrast to the quiet you had grown accustomed to.

Despite this disruption, you found yourself surprisingly receptive to the change. Jooyeon, with his strikingly handsome features, was impossible to overlook. His mischievous grin, ever-present and wide, seemed to illuminate the room as if he were the very essence of playful charm. Dressed in soft, well-worn hoodies paired with relaxed jeans, and with his shoulder-length hair cascading like a dark, flowing waterfall, he exuded an effortlessly cool demeanor. His interactions with friends and his choice of games created a vivid contrast against the backdrop of your reserved routine, adding an unexpected layer of excitement to your once predictable Saturdays.

There were moments when, despite your best efforts to stay focused on your own game, you would catch fleeting glimpses of him from the corner of your eye. You tried to remain unobtrusive, but Jooyeon's unabashed enjoyment of the popular games he was engrossed in was impossible to ignore. The occasional flicker of movement or the burst of his distinctive laughter would effortlessly draw your gaze, breaking through the veil of your concentration.

On one particular Saturday, Jooyeon’s frustration had reached its zenith. After what felt like the hundredth defeat in his solo game, he dramatically slumped back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head in a gesture of surrender. His eyes, alight with a mixture of defiance and amusement, wandered towards your screen, where you were deeply immersed in a particularly demanding quest. As you navigated through the game with meticulous keystrokes, Jooyeon’s gaze lingered on you, an unspoken challenge mingling with curiosity that sent a flutter through your heart.

Despite the distraction of his intense scrutiny, you managed to achieve a hard-fought victory, leveling up with a triumphant flourish on your screen. The soft hum of intrigue that escaped Jooyeon’s lips prompted you to finally look up, your heart racing as you became acutely aware of the flush warming your cheeks. Jooyeon’s grin remained undiminished, his eyes sparkling with an affectionate, teasing light. After a moment of shy silence, his laughter bubbled forth, a soft, infectious sound that seemed to fill the space between you. His amusement wrapped around you like a playful embrace, acknowledging the unspoken connection that had quietly woven itself into the fabric of your Saturday rituals.

When he finally spoke, his voice was a low murmur, meant only for you to hear. “I heard that game is pretty good. Do you mind if I join?” The simple invitation opened the door to a new, intimate connection. From that moment on, Saturdays transformed into a shared adventure, where you and Jooyeon would indulge in games together, swapping playful jabs and cracking jokes. The hours spent with him became the highlight of your week, and the growing affection you felt for him added a layer of significance to each interaction. You found yourself seeking ways to show him how much he meant to you.

Noticing his habit of picking at his skin whenever he was stressed or anxious, you returned the following week with a thoughtful gift: a textured, silicone stress ball from your own collection, designed to help him redirect his nervous energy without damaging his skin. On another occasion, as you patiently waited for him to clear a level in a game you were both playing, you couldn’t help but be charmed by the expression of concentration on his face. Without fully thinking through your words, you blurted out, “You have this cute habit of pouting when you’re really focused. It’s kind of distracting, but in a way that makes me want to keep watching.” The sudden boldness of your words left you both blushing, but Jooyeon’s shy attempt to hide his wide smile made the moment feel worth the slight embarrassment.

When Jooyeon revealed that he was an idol, the bassist for the rock band Xdinary Heroes, you found yourself spending the entire week immersed in his music and learning everything you could about him. By the time Saturday rolled around again, you were eager to confess your newfound knowledge. As he settled into his usual seat beside you, you said with a grin, “I was thinking about you so much that I ended up reading every article, watching every video, and listening to every song from your band. I have so many questions about you guys!” The sight of Jooyeon’s typically casual demeanor giving way to shyness, while his grin widened, was heartwarming. He eagerly entertained each of your questions, his enthusiasm is infectious as ever.

Finally, on one late evening, as the employees of the internet cafe gently nudged you both towards the exit, you lingered outside, a smile playing on your lips. Turning to Jooyeon, you said softly, “I really like spending time with you. You make my brain feel all fizzy, like I’ve had too much caffeine, but in a really good way.” 

To your surprise, he chuckled lightly and replied, “Okay, so, I don’t usually say stuff like this, but...whenever I’m with you, it’s like my brain gets all tangled up in butterflies and excitement. I really like spending time with you, too.”

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bf!xdinary heroes camera roll // jungsu

a/n: woke up in a cold sweat because I fell asleep at a ridiculously early time yesterday and forgot to queue up jungsu’s. I love him so bad this is so sick

gunil | gaon | o.de | junhan | jooyeon

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jungsu wallpapers

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texting prompt (xdh/엑스디너리 히어로즈) — more xdh — masterlist — requested

synopsis. you tell xdh that your period is late.

author's note. this isn't good i'm so sorry

fem!reader

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Okay hear me out either jungsu or junhan having the INSATIABLE urge to kiss you stupid which they would obviously never do because you’re still friends and they respect you to much but after a little goofing around you end up a pinned under them and just look so pretty and they just can’t hold back maybe it’s a little spicy maybe it’s incredibly spicy whatever direction you want to take it

JUNGSU DRABBLE

♡•{is that even a question}•♡

Warnings//genre:: fluff, confession, wee lil bit suggestive,

Pairing:: friend!Jungsu x gn(?)reader

A/N:: omg this took me so long to complete I'm sorry 😭 idk how long this request has been in my drafts for but it wouldn't surprise me if it was over a year...

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You and Jungsu had been friends for years. The two of you are inseparable but Jungsu always thought of you a little more. When you first became friends everything was fine, you really were just friends and he felt that way too. As things proceeded he slowly felt himself falling for you. He didn't want to but he couldn't help it. When he saw you during prom, everything changed.

Every time you hang out he can't help but admire your lips, wishing he could just kiss you, once was all he needed.

The two of you had just moved into an apartment as "friends" because it was most convenient to split the cost of rent instead of paying full price. House pricing was no joke these days and who wouldn't want to move in with their best friend? You were putting your bed sheets on your bed when Jungsu knocked on the door before opening it. He watched your body as you leaned over the bed to tuck in the corners of the bed sheets. His breath caught in his throat but he composed himself.

"You still settling in?" He said in a teasing tone as he walked over to you. You stood up and turned to him.

"Yes I am," you crossed your arms, pretending that his statement highly offended you. You went over to a bin on the floor grabbing your pillows, fluffing them up before putting them on your bed. "Too bad I didn't have a big strong man to help me," You smirk and he laughs.

"What, are some pillows and blankets too heavy for your little arms?" He teases and you roll your eyes before tossing your weighted blanket to him, causing him to stumble over at the unexpected weight. "Jesus, why do you need a blanket this heavy?" He laughs before putting it on your bed, making sure that its facing the right direction. He helps you get settled in, moving heavier bins and organizing shelves that were too high for you to reach. He then flops down on your bed, your scent rushing over him. You come over to sit next to him, leaning over him slightly.

"Can't you believe we're living together now?" You smile down at him. He can't help but smile in return at your beauty.

"Yeah, it's gonna be pretty wild," Jungsu tilts his head as he looks up at you, his hair a mess on the bed. "Though we basically already did with how often we'd visit each other," He chuckles, stretching his arms out behind his head. He then notices your hair brushing up against his hand, he tugs at it.

"Ow, what was that for?" You scowl at him as you hold your head, sitting up now. Jungsu shrugs and keeps minding his business but then you tug at his hair, much harder. the two of you begin to scawbble, poking and pulling at each other. You then pull out your pillow, hitting it across his head, and that was the final straw. Before you knew it was above you, tickling you mercilessly and as you laughed hysterically, gasping for air, something switched in his head, a flicker of an idea.

He runs the back of his knuckles against your cheek and you freeze, his touch going from teasing to tender. "Jungsu?" You say softly and he looks up into your eyes. Something lingers in his gaze, a need, a desperation you can't quite place; like he's just about to do something but he's holding back. He doesn't reply to your calling, simply leaning down hesitantly, giving you time to dodge, before pecking your lips.

You're left momentarily frozen.

Many times before you thought about liking him more than a friend but there was always this inner turmoil about the idea. There's all sorts of things to consider before falling for a person, or at least admitting it to yourself, the main one being: How will this effect your relationship now? No one wants to lose a friend and what's a worse way to lose a friend other than replacing your thoughts of them to be romantic? But suddenly all these thoughts came flooding back to the surface.

"I'm sorry," He apologizes, his voice thick with sincerity and conflicting emotions. You aren't sure how to reply. You don't need him to apologize but on the other what else is there to say?

The room falls silent. Painfully silent. "Sorry, I'll leave now," He pulls himself up but you take his hand. He turns to you surprised but there's still a hint of sadness beneath his eyes.

"Don't go," You slowly let go of his hand as he steps closer. "We should talk,"

"I don't know what to say," He quickly replies with a sharp, honest answer. There's another pause and you swear you can hear footsteps of people walking outside. You take a deep breath as you think of response.

"But I feel like now, whether we like it or not, we need to talk," You look up at him and his cheeks flush pink. He nods and sits down beside you. "I'll start. I've been thinking for a few years now about whether or not I have feelings for you," You begin and Jungsu braces himself for a rejection of a lifetime. "And I could never quite make up my mind," You confess and he nods, understanding. "But I think I just couldn't admit it to myself. I was so afraid of losing you or changing things, I was afraid of change," You admit and Jungsu looks up at you quickly.

"I kinda felt the same. I liked you for a long time but I thought I'd die without you knowing," He chuckles, "But I guess, uh, now we're here?" He forces a nervous smile and you laugh at how tense he is.

"So, does this mean we're a thing?" You ask, your words only pure of intent.

"Do you wanna be?" He smiles shyly and you can't help but giggle at him.

"Is that even a question?"

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┆彡 GUNIL [ 건일 ]

┆彡 GAON [ 가온 ]

┆彡 JUNGSU [ 정수 ]

┆彡 SEUNGMIN [ 승민 ]

┆彡 JUNHAN [ 준한 ]

┆彡 JOOYEON [ 주연 ]

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xdinary heroes / iNSTEAD! (Feat. YB Yoon Do Hyun) / live clip

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Always Been Here

Kim Jungsu Summary: Jungsu realizes that you have been there all along. (non-idol au) WC:~1.1k Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

“You look like you could use a hug?” Your voice was soft and gentle as you spoke to Jungsu. He had just gotten out of a three year long relationship and was very heartbroken to say the least. 

“Yeah-” His voice cracked. Resulting in your own heart feeling a crack run through it. “I-I think I could” he sniffles. You lean forward, encasing him in your arms. 

Your soft caring touch highly contrasting with the way Jungsu gripped at your shirt. Holding on to you like he was scared you would leave as heavy sobs escaped his mouth. Tears falling onto the material covering your shoulder, dampening it.

“I knew that they were acting off lately, but I never thought that they would end things between us.” An extra loud sob shouted out of his lungs. You hold him a little tighter and move one of your hands up to stroke his hair. 

“You’ll be ok Jungsu. Just let all the pain out. I’m right here. I got you,” you soothe him. Jungsu grips the back of your shirt even tighter, head falling onto your shoulder. The two of you stay like that. You holding him while he breaks down. Trying to keep a composed and calming nature, but the sight of him being so utterly destroyed makes you want to do two things. One, beat up his ex. Two, cry with him and share his pain. In fact you wished that you could take all of his pain away, but you knew that this was something he was going to have to grieve. That didn’t mean that you wouldn’t be with him throughout it all though. 

“Thank you,” Jungsu utters after a long while. He lifts his head from your shoulder, pulling back, but not quite ending your comforting hug just yet.

“Always,” you smile at him. 

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“You’re looking better,” Seungmin comments as he sets his and Jungsu’s coffees down on the table of the cafe they were currently at. 

“I am feeling better. I spent like a month rotting away, but y/n made sure to keep me alive,” Jungsu says with a light chuckle. 

“I never really understood why you got with your ex when you had y/n,” Seungmin admits. 

“What are you saying?” Jungsu’s brows knit together. 

“They’re always there for you. Not to mention they’re such an amazing person too. I’ve never had a friend genuinely be there for me or care about me the way y/n cares for you,” Seungmin explained. “I get it if you don’t view them romantically then you don’t, but if I were you I would have fallen for them a long time ago.” 

“Always,” you smile at him. Your words and smile flashes through Jungsu’s mind at Seungmin’s explanation. It’s not like he didn’t know that you always had his back. He has without fail been grateful to have such an amazing and caring friend like you too, but mayhaps he never fully realized that always literally meant always. 

“I guess I’ve just never really thought about it before,” Jungsu states. However, he is definitely thinking about it now. 

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Jungsu’s mind had been racing all night. He couldn’t stop taking glances at you from where you sat next to him on his bed, leaning against the headrest. Thankfully you were too occupied by your phone to notice Jungsu’s constant peeks. At least that’s what Jungsu thought. In reality you had picked up on Jungsu’s strange behavior. His constant glances. How he appeared to be on the verge of saying something, but no words ever left his mouth. 

“Jungsu is something bothering you?” You place your phone down. Jungsu’s eyes widened slightly. A bit of panic setting in at being caught.

“No, w-why would something be bothering me?” he tried to dismiss your question. 

“You keep looking at me and you look like something is on the tip of your tongue,” you said. Jungsu sighs. Many things were on the tip of his tongue. “Why do you genuinely care so much about me?” “What if I want to be more than friends?” “No, that would be crazy right?” “I’m stupid for not realizing that you’ve always been here for me. “Kinda been thinking, actually heavily been thinking about what my life would be like if I got together with you and not my ex.” 

“What!?” you burst out. Jungsu’s color drains from his face as he realizes that he’s said the last one out loud. Arguably the worst one to say out loud too. 

“No! Well, what I mean it’s just…” Jungsu sighs, turning away from you. “This is all Seungmin’s fault,” he groaned, face sinking into his hands.

“Jungsu.” You crawl over to where he sat and try to pry his hands away from his face. “What’s going on?” you asked softly. Jungsu slowly peaks out from behind his hands. 

“I talked with Seungmin last week and he said some things that got me thinking,” Jungsu said, dropping his hands. 

“Like what?” you pressed. 

“He said he didn’t understand why I got with my ex when I had you. He said that if you were his friend he would have fallen for you a long time ago,” Jungsu told. “It made me realize that you truthfully have always been there for me. Kinda spiraled into these big what ifs and how could I have been so stupid from there.” 

“So what exactly are you saying Jungsu?” You look at him tenderly. 

“What if I want to be more than friends?” he questioned very carefully. He goes to reach for your hand, but gets too nervous and retracts his hand. 

“I’d like to be more than friends with you Jungsu,” you smile. “But are you ready to be in a relationship right now? Your last one really hurt you,” you say.  Jungsu understands your hesitance, but he also knows that he’s not just humping into this relationship with you. He’s fully ready. 

“I’m sure. I’m ready to be in a relationship with you. If you want to be in a relationship with me too, that is.” He successfully and confidently grabs your hand this time. To prove to you that he doesn’t have any doubts regarding you two.

“I do,” you confirm, squeezing his hand. 

“Thank you,” he tells you. 

“You don’t have to thank me,” you chuckle. 

“I do, for everything. Not just now. For always being here for me,” he sweetly says.

“Well I’ll continue to be here for you, always,” you smiled that same smile, but it meant all the more to Jungsu now. 

“I’ll always be here for you too,” he smiles back at you. 

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