#xdh jungsu

[hyolks]

ehehee selective crop + detail shots bc i didnt like how it came out overall <3 kim jungsu you elude me !!!!!

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Jungsu in Jeju

[minhosbitterriver]

─── ⋆⋅☆ STEADY LOVE ( xdinary heroes )

❛ A collection of heartfelt stories where love finds its strength in gentle understanding, as partners navigate the world together with unwavering support and care for each other's unique needs.

𝐱𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 + gender neutral reader ೯ ( 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 )

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.4k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 29 mins

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ This was so self-indulgent to write, so a very big thank you to my lovely 🍀 Anon for this request! Reblogs and feedbacks are always appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Y/N has AuDHD in each member's piece, mentions of bees as a special interest, descriptions of being burned out and struggling with change, some very slight ableism mentioned (not from any of the members), descriptions of overstimulation, mentions of stimming, terrible flirting, overall this is very much hurt + comfort, let me know if I missed anything!

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝��𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 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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Always Been Here

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

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“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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summary : no one was crazy enough to go out in a storm, but you really wanted to spend time with your boyfriend while he recorded… unfortunately the power goes out

genre : fluff, jungsu x afab!reader, established relationship tws : language, mentions of catcalling/harassment, crying for like a second (you would too, okay?) author notes : back on my boyfriend agenda (joo is fine dw about him sound asleep i promise) word count : 1.5k

“you’re soaked,” 

you laughed. “no shit,” you replied, pushing past the man in the doorway. “it’s storming out.” the room was dim, only lit by a couple mood lights in the ceiling (that were easily adjustable). it was to support the atmosphere of the recording room. there was also an orange hue that made you squint, trying to adjust to it, as opposed to the bright fluorescence of the hallway. 

“are you alright?” he asked, closing the door with a small click. “did you have any trouble getting here?”

“besides being cat-called on the train a couple times?” you joked, but also not really. “men and their standards, i tell you. they go crazy for some ankle.” you pulled the heavy (from the rain) hoodie over your head, wringing your hair out as best you could with it. “but, don't worry, baby, i started twitching so he thought i was tweaking.” 

“y/n,” he stopped your movements, catching your wrist. you looked at him sideways, a smile creeping to your features. “are you serious?”

“no, love. have you seen the weather?” you dropped the hoodie onto the couch, along with your purse, and (now soggy) bag of convenience store food. “no one would be crazy enough to be out in this.” 

he cracked a smile, letting your hand fall back to your side as you straightened your spine. “except you?”

“except me.” you repeated, plopping onto the empty side of the cushions. “you're lucky i’m actually insane. the weather was so twilight-esk, i almost believed i was a vampire.”

you started to unbox the food you bought. “i hope this is okay? i really didn’t know what to get. are you even hungry? and, where’s jooyeon? i thought you guys were working together tonight. i got enough for everyone.” 

he took the soda you outstretched to him. “he’s taking a nap.” 

you snorted a laugh. “are you serious? like, he’s actually sleeping? has he not been feeling well—oh my gosh—are you guys being overworked? i’ll start a fi–” 

he giggled at your ramble, cracking open the can. “no need to resort to arson. trust, you’d be the first to know if we were being overworked.” 

your eyes narrowed, taking the opened can back from him, and giving him the other. “i better be.” you heard the click of the second soda being opened, watching him take a sip. 

“do you want to hear some of the song?” 

you perked up, jumping to your feet. “are you stupid? of course i fucking do!”

“okay, but don’t judge it too hard…”

you deadpanned in his direction. “i heard jiseok sing about cheese the other day.” he creased his brows, quickly shaking it off. “there’s nothing you could play that will make me judge you.”

“it’s ju-just the chorus and some of the verses right now, okay? nothings finalized.”

you nodded, jittering with excitement. your favorite thing to do was watch (and listen to) him while he was in his element. “just play it, baby! nothing to worry about, i promise.”

and, you were right, especially as it started playing a gentle mix of piano, then drums. the guitar built up with the beginning of the verse and further into the chorus. the words didn’t make much sense most of the time, but the general sense of melancholy was felt—the overwhelming grip of fleeting time washing over you when the storyline became clear. you couldn’t help the rush of emotions, and you couldn’t even imagine listening to the mastered version. something about it was comforting, but in a heartbreaking type of way.

then just as quickly as it started, it came to an end, jungsu hitting a couple buttons to make sure it didn’t replay—or maybe to distract himself from the silence.

“who… hurt you?” you joked, making him turn his head to you. “are you kidding me? you literally told me not to judge it—how the actual hell am i supposed to judge that masterpiece?”

“are you crying?”

“were you listening to it, babe?” you wiped the stray tears that mixed with the droplets from your hair. “played a song about nothing being eternal, and not being able to hold onto the present moment forever, and thought it wouldn’t hit home? i want to spend every waking minute with you until the end of time—i walked here in the middle of storm—and you thought it wouldn’t make me cry?”

his fingers stopped dancing against the wood desk. “what’d you just say?”

you stopped rambling. “w-what?”

“you just said something.”

“i said a lot of things, which part?” you asked. “where i said you played me a song about exactly how i feel, and thought i wouldn’t cry—i cry when i watch fifteen seconds tiktoks. or when i admitted i wanted to spend every minute with you until the end of time. or that i was crazy in love with you, so i walked here in a st—“

“until the end of time…” he mumbled, making your attention catch. “huh, that’s perfect.”

no, what was perfect was the way the power went out exactly when he said that.

you held back a laugh, thunder shaking the building. “what’d i really expect?” you said to yourself mostly. “do you think the company doors open when the powers out?”

he shrugged, but you honestly couldn’t see him through the darkness. “maybe,”

this time you let the snort out. “wait—that means jooyeon’s locked in. he’s gonna call so frantically, we better hope he’s a heavy sleeper.”

he laughed, rustling making your ears perk up. suddenly, the room was illuminated by his phone flashlight. you huffed, “better get comfy, i guess.”

“unless you want to walk home again?”

“absolutely not,” you replied quickly. “i’ll sleep on the hardwood floor of the hallway before going out in that.”

“you did it so easily befo—“

“for you, baby.” that shut him up. “i have nothing at home that’s worth it right now.”

“oh,” he whispered, coming closer to you. “okay. i’m telling your cats that tomorrow.”

your hand hit your chest dramatically. “you wouldn’t dare!”

he bagged the food you bought up again, placing it on a different surface to clear the couch. “it’s already done. i have everything i’m going to say planned out.”

“what? meow meow, meow, meow?”

he played along. “that was offensive, baby. you shouldn’t say stuff like that.”

you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over one another. “oh yeah?” you wordlessly watched him some more. he took your purse, grabbing your phone and turning on the flashlight to illuminate the room further.

he then set it by the plastic bag on the corner desk, along with your black leather handbag, and his own phone.

“here,” he said, pulling the hoodie he had on over his head—much like you did when you first came in, this time admittedly less soggy. he held it out for you. “you get cold when you sleep.”

“what about you?”

“what about me?” he responded, taking his shoes off and putting them by the door. “you’re gonna act as my blanket anyways.”

he did have you there.

you followed suit, taking your shoes to join his in a neat line. the hoodie was already warm when you put it on, smelling exactly like your man. you fought with the urge to pull it up under your nose, though you already thought of excuse after excuse if he asked questions.

jungsu laid down, grabbing you by the inner thigh to come join him. you did promptly, snuggling into him. you never did think just laying on him was enough—you needed to be in his skin.

his arms wrapped around you, hiking you up to be around neck level. you listened to his heartbeat through the comfortable silence, taking note of the pattern it created. occasionally, thunder would boom, making you jump each time. but, he would just pull you closer in retaliation.

his hand found your hair, combing through it gently.

maybe it was a desperate attempt to not fall asleep. “are you afraid of the dark?” you asked, cutting through the air.

“no.” he whispered back.

you hummed lowly. “what are you scared of?”

it took him no time at all to think. “losing the people i love—losing you.”

you strained your neck to get a view of his face. his eyes were closed, but he knew you were scanning. you thought that maybe he didn’t realize it, or maybe he said exactly what he meant. either way, you bit your lip, butterflies swarming your entire abdomen.

you’d never had a love like this; never had someone care so deeply for you. you’d never had anyone be scared to lose you. and, truthfully, before him you’d never been scared to lose anyone either. but, maybe that’s why you cried earlier. maybe that’s why you felt your heart shatter with the very thought.

“well, if it’s any consolation, i will be with you until the end of time.” you admitted. “and then whatever comes after that, okay? don’t think that death would ever be the end to us… you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

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

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

synopsis. you tell xdh that your period is late.

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{cuddles with xdinary heroes}

Warnings: nothing

Gunil

Walking into his studio wanting attention and nothing else but he was hard at work so this was gunna be tricky

Walking over to his chair and leaning down to kiss his cheek “my baby hard a work hm?” You smirk “y-yeah I was composing a remix” he says without removing his eyes from the screen “ why don’t you take a break hm?? Cuddles n kisses??” He stop to look over at you while thinking of the options  you’ve given, “hm why not just for a few minutes” you jump slightly at his agreement “I’ll make it worth it! Cmon let’s go lay down” grabbing his hand your drag him with you while he blushed

Jungsu

You guys were watching a movie and it was getting a little lonely, for some reason he’s laying on the other side of the sofa?! “Hey why are you all the day over there babe?” He looks up at you with tired eyes “ I didn’t want to fall asleep on you..” you scoff “why not I don’t mind, come here let’s cuddle~”

He crawls slowly over to your lap then sprawls out onto you like a cat which you found cute, looking down at him as u start to pet his hair watching his eyes droop closed

Gaon

He was a cuddly person anyways so after a long day he comes back home just to flip on top of your and beg you to play with his hair

Opening your bed room he sprints fully at the bed and leaps on next to you, but that didn’t last long before he rolls onto you “well hello to you to sweetheart” you giggle “play with my hair..please” wasting no time you wrap your fingers in his hair while u sling your other arm over him, faintly hearing small “Mmm” from him before he falls alseep.

Seungmin

Rarely do you guys spoon, but when you do your always the big spoon since he needs the comfort after a long day, and it gave you easy access to his tummy

He lovesss tummy messages while being cuddled it makes his fall right asleep on you, so when you slid your hand up to rest it on his stomach he was already snoring.

Junhan

Ahh baby cuddles facing you but he hides his face by pushing up against your chest which you giggle at

“Aw your such a cutie yk that??” You tease, shaking him a bit “s-stop.” You pull him closer to pepper his forhead with kissed, and you can tell by the head running off of him how much he’s blushing right now.

Jooyeon

He has been hyper all day and in one last attemp to calm him down you ask to cuddle “joo do you wanna cuddle with me for a while hm?” “YES?? I love it when you hold me! :)”

Jumping into your arms with his gaming controller In hand “no put that down we are gunna try to sleep~” he sighs dramaticly “fineee but only cuz I like you!” You smile “so cute baby”

This was quick ik just wanted to try another group out!!

Byee sweeties

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SORRY, I LOVE YOU

genre. fluff. secret relationship. warnings. alcohol (ppl get a lil drunk 👎). kissing. pairing. jungsu x fem!reader. wc. 1.2k. request. no. a/n. so....xdh fics yay.... 😇

“They’re gonna notice, Jungsu.” You muttered under your breath. It was almost impossible to keep a straight face with your boyfriend’s hand now resting on your thigh; his skilled fingers from playing an instrument rhythmically tapping against your jeans.

“They’re not.” He hushed, overly confident about the obliviousness of his other members. You could see Hyungjun giving you both a subtle look from the other end of the table, and you hurriedly brushed Jungsu’s hand off.

He hadn’t told them you two were dating yet. You had been a long time friend of all six of them, but especially Jungsu. It was a running joke to see how long it would take for him to ask you out, and you were sure that they would all make a big deal out of it if they knew you had been his girlfriend for 2 months already.

Really, you wanted to ask him out in 10th grade. You had always liked him since the moment you first became friends, and though you had first thought he was shy and easily flustered, the more you spent time with him, the more comfortable he became. Now, he was willing to take more risks than you were— even when it could possibly expose your relationship.

He just couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you tonight. He kept “accidentally” brushing his fingers against you or “helping you” fix your outfit which already looked perfect. Any excuse to get a little closer to you, he took.

You weren’t sure how he had managed to sneak in a total of 4 kisses to your cheek throughout the night. You were starting to think he was capable of anything. Or maybe you had just absurdly underestimated the others ignorance. 

Dinner finished within half an hour, and Jiseok quickly suggested karaoke as the next stop. Everyone agreed without a fuss, and you were soon dragged along to a closeby noraebang building. Jooyeon and Jungsu immediately picked an upbeat track to set the mood; Twice’s ‘Alcohol-Free’.

You got cans of soda with Gunil, and all was at peace for a while. You were all goofing off and having a good time, and surprisingly, Jungsu seemed a little less touchy. As the night went along, soju and beer soon made its way into the booth (despite the irony of the opening choice of song). By around 11 pm, everyone was getting fairly tipsy, including you.

While you were normally sensible and conservative and careful, especially around your boyfriend and others, you couldn’t help but stare. He was singing a Stray Kids song that you had forgotten the name of, but it wasn’t of much importance when you couldn’t even focus on the lyrics. You were too absorbed with his face in your drunken state.

The gentle curve of his cheeks, and his red lips that looked extremely kissable in the moment. It was easy to stay away from him when your head was clear, but now you wanted nothing but to smother him with kisses— enough for a lifetime maybe, or even more than that.

It all became a hundred times harder when he moved to sit down next to you, still singing. He was as drunk as you; you figured from the flush of his cheeks. All thoughts of keeping your relationship under wraps and being careful around the boys flew out the window the second Jungsu reached out his hand to hold your cheek. You suddenly recognized the song he was singing his heart out to: ‘Sorry, I Love You’.

I can’t hide my feelings for you anymore.

I want to be more than friends.

I like you too much.

You didn’t notice the way he was leaning ever closer to you— you could only focus on his sweet voice in your ear. The boys certainly did notice, but their exclamations bounced in one ear and out the other. Your brain was too foggy from the alcohol to regret any actions that you might take, and as quickly as the song ended, you felt Jungsu’s lips on yours.

If you had looked into the future from the start of the day at every step you had taken, you might have predicted that his clinginess combined with alcohol would result in this. You didn’t really care, though. You could faintly hear shocked yelling from the younger boys and some muffled claps if you really focused; but the taste of Jungsu’s cherry lips were all your senses wanted to absorb. You pulled him closer, lost in the feeling. 

Funnily, the thing that finally brought you back out of your trance was the robotic voice calling out a perfect 100 score for the song. It seemed as if Jungsu had scored in every possible way.

There were more drunken shouts and some congratulations, a mention of Gunil owing Seungmin ₩20,000. Most of what you could pick up on was loud teasing from the youngest boys, commenting how they never thought Jungsu would ever find the courage to do that. He seemed to frown and roll his eyes at the remarks.

“She’s been mine for 2 months!” He shouted in retaliation, his words almost slurring together. He pulled you closer as if to prove his point. This only resulted in some fake gagging from Jooyeon at the unapologetic PDA.

You must have fallen asleep between 11 and 12, because when you woke up, you were lying in your own bed with a messy-haired Jungsu overtop you. You shook him off your body, waking him up in the process. He rolled over, only to roll back on top of you a few seconds later.

“My head hurts.” You groaned, catching your boyfriend’s wrist to pull him even closer.

“I think… We drank too much last night.” He winced, sharing the same dull ache that you felt in your forehead.

You furrowed your eyebrows, using all your brain power to remember everything that had happened the previous night. When you recalled it all, you let out a muffled shriek, startling your boyfriend slightly.

“You didn’t really- Jungsu? Did you kiss me last night? In front of the boys?”

He blinked, a sleepily confused expression on his face as he also tried to remember, “Maybe? I… You looked so pretty- couldn’t help myself.” He mumbled, dropping his head back to your shoulder. 

You sighed, “We’re going to get teased all week because of you.” Despite your complaining, you still ran a loving hand through his hair.

“You kissed me back…”

“You kissed me first!” 

“Sorry. Sorry… I just… I really love you.” He whined, burying his face into your neck. Despite how much you were dreading the non stop teasing you were sure was to come, you just couldn’t be mad at your boyfriend for it. Especially when he was acting like a clingy kitten right now, snuggled up in the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose against your skin.

“Don’t start complaining to me when they start teasing, though. You started this mess.” You whispered, pressing a small kiss to his temple.

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Distracted | Kim Jungsu

Kim Jungsu | part of Not In The Same Way: MTL Series WC: 1k Genre: Angst/Fluff Summary: You loved Jungsu. You did. What you didn't love, though, was the routine you had fallen into with him. What used to be fun, spontaneous date nights and surprise kiss attacks had turned into an almost loveless domestic cycle. Warnings: none <3 A/N: sorry this took me so long to post LOL,,, I got #Rejected from grad school... theyre losers tho, imagine not wanting me at ur school,,, oh well, i applied to another uni which is only 15 mins away so that'll be better anyway. ANYWAYS! Jungsu sad tiem <3

“I… Listen. I loved you. And maybe, deep down, there’s a part of me that still does. But that part of me is so lost… it isn’t fair to me and it isn’t fair to you. I’ll see you around, okay? Take care of yourself.” 

“What isn’t fair to you?” He asked, raising his voice a bit. He wasn’t yelling at you, but he wasn’t exactly calm and collected about it all either.

“All of it, Jungsu! This isn’t fun anymore… you used to be so open to doing things with me and now you’re not. I don’t know what changed, but I don’t want to keep doing the same thing anymore.” You counter, exasperated. 

“Why? Isn’t just being with me enough?” He asks, just as hurt as you are.

“No! It’s not! I’m sorry, but it’s not. You don’t even want to go out and do fun things anymore… sitting here listening to you practice piano for hours every night is not my idea of a date night.”

He was quiet, his stoicism fading quickly, being replaced with hot tears. “(Y/N), wait… please.” He said, his voice choked. You shook your head, turning away from him. 

“No, Jungsu, I can’t do this… not tonight. We’ll talk, okay? Just… I think it would be a good idea for you to think about what you really want, not only from me but in life. Really think about it.” You said, seeing the headlights of your friends car brighten as she pulled into the driveway.

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And God, he did. That’s all he could think about. Every waking second, he thought about you, about what he wanted, and what he had potentially lost when you walked out the door. You had avoided his texts for a few days, and it was killing him slowly. Though he had only been once with you, months ago, and sat uninterested the majority of the time, he knew that you frequented a cafe a few streets over from where the two of you shared an apartment, especially during the day when he didn’t want to do anything but practice piano. Sometimes, it felt like he loved the piano more than he loved you. And as his steps echoed off the pavement, he realized that too, which only made him speed up his steps.

His breath hitched when he saw you inside, curled up on a big comfy chair, your legs tucked under you. You looked ethereal, and all you were doing was sitting there reading a book, sipping your drink every now and again. He watched you from outside for maybe a little too long before he finally pushed the door open. You didn’t lift your head, keeping your focus on your book, turning the pages softly with just your thumb. 

He walked over to you cautiously, not wanting to startle you. He cleared his throat and you looked up, your expression soft and welcoming, assuming he was a stranger. When you saw him, though, your expression didn’t change…

“Hey…” He said sheepishly, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Hey… what are you doing here?” You asked, more confused than anything. 

“I… uh, I know you like coming here, and I wanted to talk to you. I did what you said.”

You chuckled softly to yourself. “Jesus, don’t say it like that. You make it sound like I asked you to do something crazy and illegal. Come on, let’s go outside.” You said, standing up and gathering your things, taking the lead in guiding him to a table outside. He couldn’t help but laugh too. He missed your sense of humor… your laugh. He missed you. 

The two of you sat down, and you looked at him the same way you always did, with kindness and warmth in your eyes.

“So, you thought, huh?” You said, finally breaking the silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, not for you anyway. 

He nodded, his eyes dropping to focus on the table in front of you. “Yeah… that’s all I could do.” He scoffed, in disbelief at himself. 

“Do you want to tell me about it or did you just come here to tell me that you were thinking?”

“No, no, I just need a minute. This is hard, you know.” He said, chuckling dryly. He loved your no nonsense attitude but damn, was it hard when he was on the receiving end of it. “I miss you.” He finally said.

You listened to his words, nodding softly. “I miss you too.” You admitted. It wasn’t a lie, you did miss him, but you didn’t miss the routine. 

“I thought about what you said about how we don’t do anything new and fun anymore. And I’m sorry.” He said, his voice low and quiet. You hummed softly, acknowledging his apology, but still giving him the space to speak and feel. 

“I want a chance to make it right. Please.” He said, eventually, not being able to take the silence between the two of you anymore. “I know I don’t deserve another one, but I’m asking you. Begging you.”

“Jungsu…” You started. It was a difficult decision. On the one hand, you missed him. A lot. But on the other… how did you know that he would take this chance seriously when he hadn’t taken the other ones seriously?

“Please, (Y/N).” He asked again, his voice breaking. God, you didn’t want him to cry. Anything but that.

You let out a heavy sigh, shutting your eyes, nodding, running your tongue over your teeth. “Okay.” There were a million other words you wanted to say. How this was his last chance. How you would leave forever if it didn’t change. But you couldn’t. All you could say was okay.

His eyes lit up, the tears that had welled in the corners falling freely now. Your heart felt like it shattered, truly. Your own tears fell, silently. You reached over the table, taking his hands in yours. You weren’t sure what would come of this… at the same time, you didn’t really care. You had your Jungsu back. He had you back. And he would fight like hell to never lose you again

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Truth Potion

Kim Jungsu Summary: Your secret crush on Jungsu was going just fine. That is until your best friend gave you a truth potion. (non-idol au) WC:~1.7k  Warning:none

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“Y/n please? We have a test coming up. I need to make sure I made it right,” your best friend begged you. 

“That’s why I don’t want to. The last time I took one of your potions my tongue, hair and nails turned blue,” you reminded. 

“I already apologized for that! I made a mistake while reading the ingredients, but I promise this time I triple checked everything. It should be safe,” they tell you. 

“Yeah should. If it’s safe then you take it,” you argued. 

“I can’t,” they said. 

“Why? Are you hiding a lot of secrets?” You teasingly raised one of your brows. 

“No, I-I have to document the effects so-”

“So wouldn’t it make more sense for you to take it? I’m a very honest person anyway, so it doesn’t make sense for me to take a truth potion anyway,” you pointed out. 

“Y/n can you please just take it? I’ll owe you one. Please?” They clasped their hands together and pleaded. You let out a sigh. 

“Fine, but I swear if something happens you’re in for it, understand?” you threatened. 

“I’ll take full responsibility. Now enjoy.” They smiled, handing you the small vile. You take a skeptical look at the liquid in the vile. “Please?” your best friend begged again. You carefully take the vile from their hand. Closing your eyes as you swallow the liquid inside. A cough emits from you after you swallow the sour liquid. 

“Are you sure you made that right? Why was it so sour?” you asked, wiping your mouth. 

“I told you I triple checked everything,” they state. “So did it work?” they followed up. 

“How am I supposed to know? Ask me something?” you say.

“Right, ok umm….” they trail off as they try to think of a question to ask you. “Ooh!” “You’re the one who ate my cookies right? Jiseok was just covering for you,” they accused you. Your lips drew into a line. You sit silently for a few moments before answering.

“Well, technically Jiseok and I ate them together, so he wasn’t really just covering for me. He did eat them,” you reveal. 

“But you did too!” their voice rose. 

“Yeah, I did too,” you admitted. Safe to say the truth potion worked. 

“How could you?” they dramatically asked. 

“As if you haven’t eaten my snacks before. Stop being dramatic. I bought you more anyway,” you said. “Are you happy? The truth potion works,” you added. 

“Oh I’m very happy. Thank you for your service,” your best friend thanked you. 

Everything seemed like it would be ok. You weren’t feeling any weird side effects of the potion. You figured that the truth potion would wear off in a couple of hours.

However that was unfortunately not the case. When you woke up the next morning to discover that the truth potion you took was very much still effective. 

“Y/f/n what did you do? It should have worn off a long time ago,” you complained. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong either. I swear I did everything right,” they declared. 

“Show me the recipe you used,” you demanded. Y/f/n pulls out their notebook to show you the recipe they used. 

“This one,” they pointed to it. 

“One bottle of lemongrass? Y/f/n that can’t be right. It’s way too much,” you say. “No wonder it was so sour,” you sighed. You pulled out your own notebook and flipped through the pages till you found the truth potion. Another sigh escapes you. “It’s supposed to be three strands!” you pointed to the writing in your notebook. 

“Crap! I’m so sorry y/n. Let’s go talk to my professor. He probably has a remedy or can at least tell us how long it’ll last,” they murmur the last part. 

“Hey y/n, y/f/n,” Jungsu, Gunil and Seungmin come over to greet you. You can feel your heart rate pick up.

“Hey,” y/f/n smiled. 

“Hey,” you replied with a weak tone. 

“What’s wrong with y/n?” Seungmin asked.

“I gave them a truth potion,” y/f/n answered. 

“Why is that a problem? Did you mess up again? Is their tongue blue again?” Gunil questioned. 

“They put a whole bottle of lemongrass in it,” you exposed. 

“A whole bottle! It’s supposed to be three strands. Are you ok?” Jungsu checked. Looking at you with very concerned eyes. 

“They're fine. It just hasn’t worn off yet. We’re going to talk about it with my professor now,” y/f/n states. 

“Ok, don’t let us keep you then. We’ll see you at lunch,” Jungsu says. 

You and your best friend walked into the potion classroom. 

“Y/f/n what’s up? The professor asked you two, upon walking in. Y/f/n looked at their feet in shame.

“If someone put a whole bottle of lemongrass in a truth potion instead of three strands how long will it last?” you question. 

“A whole bottle?! Y/f/n!” their professor scolded them.

“I’m sorry! How long will it last? Or better yet, do you have a remedy?” 

“There is something that can cure a truth potion, but we don’t keep it on hand,” he says. 

“How soon can you get it?” you asked. 

“I can send someone to go gather it. Come back here at the end of the day,” he tells you.

“Thank you,” you said. You and y/fn bid your goodbyes and leave the classroom.

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“So what’s the verdict?” Seungmin asked when the two of you joined them for lunch. 

“There is something that can cure it, but they don’t have it on hand, so my professor sent someone to go get it. They’ll have it by the end of the day,” y/f/n explained. 

“That means we have a fully honest y/n at our dispense till the end of the day?” Jooyeon said mischievously. 

“Leave them alone,” Jungsu scolds him. 

“Why? What could they be hiding anyway? They’re a pretty honest person,” Jiseok chimed in. 

“Exactly they’re honest, so just leave them be. They don’t have any secrets for you to find out,” Jungsu said. 

Oh how you wished that were true, but you did have one very big secret that they could find out about. That secret being your crush on Jungsu. You had done such a good job at keeping it quiet. Your best friend doesn't even know about it. Now the reason why you’ve been keeping quiet about it is because Jungsu only views you as a younger sibling. You recall the day you got sibling zoned very clearly.

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“Jungsu, why are you protective over them? You got a crush on them?” Jooyeon teased. There had been this group of guys that was bothering you. The moment Jungsu caught wind of it he quickly shut it down. 

“What? No. I only see them as a younger sibling. That’s why I’m protective over them,” he justified. His words felt like a jab to your heart and right at that moment you decided that you would never reveal the truth about your feelings towards Jungsu.

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“Is that true y/n? You aren’t keeping any secrets from us?” Jooyeon asked. Crap. You had to think before answering because the “No” you so desperately wanted to say wouldn’t leave your mouth. 

“What would I be hiding?” you chuckled. 

“That took you second. Are you really hiding something?” Jiseok questioned. You let out a panicked laugh. 

“What could I possibly be hiding?” you say.

“You aren’t saying no,” y/f/n comment. “No way! You actually have a secret!” they exclaimed. “I don’t. No I don’t” you so desperately want to say, but you can’t. 

“What is it?” Seungmin questioned. “I like Jungsu” The words sit dangerously close to the tip of your tongue. 

“I don’t have class to get to. Bye bye,” you quickly stood up and began to rush away. 

“Y/n! Wait!” y/f/n called after you. 

“I said to leave them alone. So what if they have a secret? I’m sure we all have some type of secrets.” Jungsu stood up and went to follow you. 

“Y/n wait up,” Jungsu says, jogging up to you. Any other day your heart would have fluttered to have Jungsu being the one that followed you, but today he was the last person you wanted to follow you. “Are you ok?” he asked once he caught up with you.

“Not really,” you chuckled. 

“Hey it’s ok. I said it back there after you left that we all have secrets. We keep them for a reason right?” he said. You nodded. 

“Yeah and I almost said mine. That’s why I left,” you say. 

“How about I tell you a secret?” he prompts. 

“Why would you tell me a secret? You just said we keep them for a reason,” you questioned. 

“I’ve had something that I wanted to tell you for a while,” he informs you. 

“What is it?” you asked. 

“I like you,” he confessed. 

“Huh? B-but you said you only saw me as a younger sibling,” you say. 

“I said that because I wasn’t ready to confess then.” He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “But Jooyeon was right. I’m protective over you because I like you.” 

“I like you too,” you confessed back. 

“Really?” Jungsu said. 

“I can’t exactly lie right now Jungsu,” you reminded. 

“Ah that’s right,” he chuckled with a blush appearing on his cheeks. 

“That’s what my secret was. That I like you. I didn’t want to reveal it because of how you said you only saw me as a younger sibling. I thought it would make things weird between us,” you explained. 

“I’m sorry for lying about that,” he apologizes. 

“There’s no need to apologize. You said you weren’t ready and everything has worked out now.” 

“Yeah, it has.” He grabs your hand in his. “We’re a couple now,” he states. You smile, squeezing his hand back. 

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“Sorry for about back at lunch. We should have respected your privacy,” your best friend apologizes. You had just taken the antidote for the truth potion. 

“It’s fine. I get that you guys were curious and it all worked out in the end,” you smiled. 

“What worked out?” they asked you.

“You’ll find out soon,” you teased, walking away.

“Hey no. Tell me please?” They chased after you.

“I can't have a date to get ready for,” you shouted out as you gleefully walked away.

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summary : xdinary heroes and what they would be like dating a taller significant other

genre : fluff, xdh x gn!reader, drabble, headcanon tws : ig nothing really (?) author notes : critically acclaimed, clinically insane !! thanks for the request c: word count : 0.4k

— ☆ 구건일

because he’s often made fun of for being short(er) by the other members, he’d at first be hesitant about having a taller s/o but babe that doesn’t last long. gunil is secure enough within himself that he doesn’t mind — actually likes — having someone who’s all about him, and if they happen to be taller then he’d love it !! if he can throw you around (he can) then he’s happy. also be the big spoon and watch him become a certified babygirl™ also maybe be like… funny… and kiss his forehead… idk just a thought… or back hugs… sigh

— ☆ 김정수

jungsu is already pretty tall, so his s/o might not be taller by much but pleaseeeee wear (specifically black tie-up) heels around him. he’s the type of guy to outwardly LOVE a taller s/o — and i stand by that as a short girl. he’s a confident man so i don’t think it would hurt his pride at all to be honest and that’s so attractive of my boyfriend.

— ☆ 곽지석

CERTIFIED BABYGIRL GAON™ !! i think we all can agree bc of my previous statement, he’d love someone taller than him. he’d look up at his s/o with those shiny bambi eyes (i know you know which ones) have fun trying to resist his every demand and desire ˃ᗜ˂

WHYYYYYYYYYY GOD THE VOICESSS

— ☆ 오승민

seungmin was a little harder for me to imagine. he’s just got so much love to share, so honestly i don’t think he’d care much if his s/o was taller or shorter than him. much like jungsu, he’d love to see his taller s/o wear heels (OR GOTH GIRL PLATFORMS i’m frothing at the mouth) around him, it’s an ego boost. wear a short dress too bc dressing pretty is seungmin’s weakness ,, anyways

i bet he likes legs... i do not feel the need to further explain

— ☆ 한형준

would secretly go insane because he’s just a shy boy. BLUSH.BLUSH.BLUSH. when you wear heels or platforms and become saur much taller, like he’d also at the same time get cocky af when other people look at you two. he’d love the traditional rockstar’s emo gf vibe me thinks ˃ᴗ˂

funny story but, i’m actually going insane with this thought.

— ☆ 이주연

goofy as hell. he’d probably make fun of you (playfully) for being taller, but would actually love it so much. i don’t make the rules. he’d probably never go back to having a shorter s/o; however, i don’t think he cares much about superficial stuff, like physical appearance, but in this case it would be an instant deal breaker if they weren’t at least a couple centimeters taller — maybe he’d even settle for the same height if you’re lucky, that’s if your personality makes up for it.

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