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[ujiahae]

I also want to make a small post regarding some of the requests I've gotten so far for the Perfect As You Are series.

Some of them are extremely personal requests for the people that submitted them, so for those I'll refrain from putting up the actual request notes in the post for the comfort and security of those anons.

I also just want to say - some of the things I'll be writing about are incredibly unique. Some of them are vague such as a body type, a hair style, etc - and those are wonderful to write for and I don't mind, but for those who submitted requests based off of medical conditions or mental illnesses, disorders, etc -

I see you, I hear you, and I will do my absolute best to make sure you feel taken care of with these requests.

[ujiahae]

Ty for tagging me lovey!!

1. I like it - Stray Kids

2. Knock Down - Xdinary Heroes

3. Shock - All(H)ours

4. Mountains - Stray Kids

5. Chk Chk Boom - Stray Kids

Np tags ; @dwaekkicidal @daisykihannie @wifeyoozi

rules :: when you get this, list 5 songs you’ve been listening to & tag people!

one take me home, ateez

two burning desire, lana del ray

three woke up, xg

four andromeda, gorillaz

five mmmh, kai

tags: @mingtinysworld | @hwakakeri | @songmingisthighs | @xuchiya // tagged whoever came to mind first sorry idk many people here .. 🫠 (not compulsory ofc ^^)

[ujiahae]

height doesn't matter, it never did

Summary ; In which you ask Jihoon about the heightening inserts they put in Idol's shoes

Warnings ; Suggestive joke made at the very end but that's about it

"So how tall do they make you?"

The soft clink of your boyfriend's chopsticks meeting the bowl in front of him rings through the space between your bodies. Jihoon's lashes flutter as he blinks a few times, chewing and forcing down the noodles in his mouth before he bothers to turn his head to face you. He's slumped forward a bit, posture broken and back hunched so he could keep his mouth over the bowl half-full with broth.

"What?" He blinks again, one time to silently convey the confusion that was filling his head.

"The inserts they put in your shoes. How tall do they make you?" You continue, giving a bit of insight this time.

Someone nearby sucks in a breath and when he turns his head, you see that it had come from Soonyoung - his cheeks pudged and full of food. He's silent, eyes boring into the two of you as he waits for the older member's response.

But Jihoon just seems to laugh, a soft scoff escaping his lips. "Inserts." He states, sitting up and setting his pair of chopsticks down on a nearby napkin. "Who told you about those?"

"I have my resources," A smile pulls at your lips. "Plus, it's kind of obvious. You're a few inches shorter than everyone normally, but during concerts you all seem right around the same height. Besides Mingyu, I mean."

"Dude's like a pine tree. He's an evergreen 'cause he's tall all year round." Soonyoung murmurs now that he's swallowed his mouthful of food. "Get it? Cause evergreens keep their needles all year round. And he's tall all year round." His eyes dart between you and Jihoon, then over to Wonwoo who's sitting directly across from you. While you and your boyfriend seem to just stare in pity at his sad attempt of a joke, it seems to elicit a small chuckle out of Wonwoo who pulls a straight face soon after in attempt to hide it.

Soonyoung smiles regardless, finding it funny himself that he'd made Wonwoo laugh simply because of how bad his joke was.

Jihoon turns his head back to you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "A few inches more than normal, I guess? The inserts aren't that big - and the boots they make us wear have platforms."

Seeming satisfied with the answer, your question coming from genuine curiosity, you resume eating - as does your boyfriend beside you.

Wonwoo hums out after a moment of silence, tipping his head to glance up at Jihoon. "You'd still need a few inches to reach the rest of us, you know. We all wear platforms on stage."

And Jihoon sighs. He lowers the bowl of broth from his mouth and sets it on the table, swallowing as his eyes meet Wonwoo's across the table. "I don't need to be any taller on stage - we all even out." He hums, "And I make up for the missing inches of height in other ways."

You choke at his side, turning your head away and covering your mouth with a hand as Soonyoung bursts into laughter nearby. He ends up having to cover his own mouth as a piece of meat falls out, embarrassed but still hysterical after Jihoon's suggestive comment.

[ujiahae]

the gentlest touch, the softest breeze

warnings : soft affection, light suggestive content

seungcheol had a way with his hands.

not that way - you silly goose.

a way that made your heart flutter in your chest; made time seem to slow each moment the soft skin of his palm came into contact with your body.

when you were in the kitchen, you'd often find seungcheol slipping behind you to brush by. his hand would find solace on the soft dip of your lower back and leave behind a trail as it ran over the fabric of your shirt that reminded you of a soft breeze in the wind - drifting by, barely brushing against you but there enough to make goosebumps trail upwards along your spine. he'd tuck himself in behind you at time to reach up above, digging in the cupboard for a pudding pack while dipping his head down to give you attention. it made you giggle; the way he kissed your temple so lovingly with the very lips you cherished and adored.

he would press as close as possible on movie nights, too. he wanted to be able to wrap his arm around you so both of you were comfortable, his thumb brushing slow strokes back and forth across the soft expanse of your upper arm. it would lull you sometimes, dragging you into a heavy slumber while your head cozied up against his shoulder and his own tucked atop it to keep you warm.

he had a way with his hands that made you feel at peace.

the gentle touches of his fingertips running over your back while you lay together. his eyes are softly open and he's peering at your expression in slumber, lips parted - lashes pressing down when you seem to look elsewhere in a dream. he's never found you so beautiful; and he gets to see this view every night.

the warm press of his palm against your back when he guided you through the tight crowd at the company building. people had swarmed the car as soon as it had arrived, press piling in and photographers gawking for pictures of each member; but seungcheol hadn't spared them a glance. he'd run his hand down your back, pressing firm against the small and gently urging you to keep up right by his side as he made his way to the front doors. he wouldn't let you be lost in the crowd.

and the way his touch lingered every time. there was no brief press or gentle nudge here or there - if seungcheol could have his hands on you, if you were within his reach, he would.

seungcheol had a way with his hands that made him feel like home.

[ujiahae]

the gentlest touch, the softest breeze

warnings : soft affection, light suggestive content

seungcheol had a way with his hands.

not that way - you silly goose.

a way that made your heart flutter in your chest; made time seem to slow each moment the soft skin of his palm came into contact with your body.

when you were in the kitchen, you'd often find seungcheol slipping behind you to brush by. his hand would find solace on the soft dip of your lower back and leave behind a trail as it ran over the fabric of your shirt that reminded you of a soft breeze in the wind - drifting by, barely brushing against you but there enough to make goosebumps trail upwards along your spine. he'd tuck himself in behind you at time to reach up above, digging in the cupboard for a pudding pack while dipping his head down to give you attention. it made you giggle; the way he kissed your temple so lovingly with the very lips you cherished and adored.

he would press as close as possible on movie nights, too. he wanted to be able to wrap his arm around you so both of you were comfortable, his thumb brushing slow strokes back and forth across the soft expanse of your upper arm. it would lull you sometimes, dragging you into a heavy slumber while your head cozied up against his shoulder and his own tucked atop it to keep you warm.

he had a way with his hands that made you feel at peace.

the gentle touches of his fingertips running over your back while you lay together. his eyes are softly open and he's peering at your expression in slumber, lips parted - lashes pressing down when you seem to look elsewhere in a dream. he's never found you so beautiful; and he gets to see this view every night.

the warm press of his palm against your back when he guided you through the tight crowd at the company building. people had swarmed the car as soon as it had arrived, press piling in and photographers gawking for pictures of each member; but seungcheol hadn't spared them a glance. he'd run his hand down your back, pressing firm against the small and gently urging you to keep up right by his side as he made his way to the front doors. he wouldn't let you be lost in the crowd.

and the way his touch lingered every time. there was no brief press or gentle nudge here or there - if seungcheol could have his hands on you, if you were within his reach, he would.

seungcheol had a way with his hands that made him feel like home.

[ujiahae]

. nice to meet you .

It just so happens we're facing today for the first time

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