AJ

Being with Asakura Jo felt like something out of a dream you didn’t even realize you had.

→ He wasn’t loud about his love, didn’t need grand gestures or big declarations to prove how much he cared. It showed in the little things—the way he paid attention, the way he handled you like something precious. Jo was gentle in a way that felt rare, like he was constantly aware of you, of your feelings, of how easily the world could overwhelm you.

Sometimes it almost made you laugh, how careful he was. Like you were made of glass and he was terrified of being the one to crack you. His hands would linger for just a second before touching you, as if silently asking for permission. When he hugged you, it was always warm and secure, never too tight, never too loose—just enough to make you feel safe.

And the way he looked at you… it was almost embarrassing sometimes. Like nothing else existed when you were talking. Like every word you said mattered.

Especially on days like this.

You were curled up on the couch, knees tucked close to your chest, your laptop abandoned beside you. Papers, notes, and half-finished assignments were scattered across the table like they were mocking you. Everything felt like too much—too many deadlines, too much pressure, not enough time.

Jo had noticed immediately.

He always did.

Now he was crouched in front of you, close enough that you could feel his presence grounding you. Your hands were in his, his thumbs gently brushing over your knuckles in slow, soothing motions.

“And my stupid ass professor keeps giving me stuff before I can even finish my other work,” you choked out, your voice breaking as the frustration finally spilled over. “It’s like I can’t catch up no matter how hard I try.”

The tears came before you could stop them, hot and overwhelming.

Jo didn’t interrupt. He didn’t rush you or try to fix it right away.

He just listened.

Really listened.

His gaze stayed on you the entire time, soft and steady, like he was holding you together just by being there. When your words started to stumble into quiet sobs, he finally moved—lifting one hand from yours to gently wipe the tears from your cheeks.

His touch was feather-light, careful, like even your tears were something fragile.

“Hey…” he murmured softly, his voice calm and grounding. “It’s okay. You don’t have to handle all of it at once.”

You sniffled, trying to steady your breathing, but it still came out shaky.

“Would you like some help with the work?” he asked, tilting his head just slightly, his tone so gentle it made your chest ache in a completely different way.

You looked at him—really looked at him—and there it was again. That expression. Like helping you wasn’t a burden. Like being there for you was exactly where he wanted to be.

You nodded, small and quiet.

“Okay,” Jo said softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

He didn’t let go of your hands right away. Instead, he gave them a small squeeze, reassuring, grounding you before he finally stood up. He grabbed your laptop and papers, setting them neatly on the table instead of the chaotic mess they had been before.

“Let’s take it one thing at a time,” he added, glancing back at you. “We’ll figure it out together.”

And somehow, with him there—voice calm, presence steady, hands still brushing against yours every now and then—it didn’t feel impossible anymore.

Being with Asakura Jo didn’t make your problems disappear.

But he made them feel lighter.

Manageable.

→ Dating Jo meant learning to love the in-between moments. The rushed calls. The quiet check-ins. The way his voice had to replace his presence more often than either of you liked.

He was busy—constantly moving, constantly working, always surrounded by schedules and people and expectations. There were days you barely got a text, days where time zones and exhaustion made everything feel just slightly out of reach. But even then… Jo never let you feel forgotten.

Because the second he had even a sliver of time, he chose you.

It didn’t matter if it was five minutes between rehearsals or a quick break before heading somewhere else—he was already reaching for his phone, already dialing your number like it was instinct.

Like you were.

Those calls weren’t long, and they weren’t anything grand. But they meant everything.

He’d ask the simplest things—if you ate, if you slept, if you went outside at all. Sometimes it felt almost silly, the way he checked in, but you knew why he did it. Jo worried. Not in a suffocating way, but in a quiet, constant way that showed just how much space you took up in his heart.

He never wanted you to feel like you came second to his career.

Not even for a second.

It was already 2 p.m.

You knew that because you’d checked the time at least five times now, each glance making you feel a little worse than before. You’d woken up at 9 a.m., eyes opening to the dull light of your room… and then never left your bed.

Your blankets were still wrapped around you, your body heavy, like even the idea of getting up was too much.

Your phone was the only thing keeping you distracted, thumb lazily scrolling through apps you weren’t even paying attention to. Hours passed like that—quiet, slow, unproductive.

You sighed, staring at the screen without really seeing it.

And then it lit up.

Incoming call: Jo🩷🩷

You blinked, surprised.

He was away right now—busy with concerts, rehearsals, interviews. You knew his schedule was packed today, so a call like this… you hadn’t been expecting it at all.

Still, your heart lifted instantly.

You answered without hesitation, bringing the phone up to your ear.

“Hi, baby,” you said softly, your voice still a little groggy.

On the other end, his voice came through warm and familiar, like comfort wrapped in sound.

“Hi, y/n,” Jo replied, and you could practically hear the small smile in his voice. “How’s your day going?”

You hesitated.

There was no real way to dress it up.

“Well… I guess,” you muttered, glancing around your room. “What about you?”

“I just got done with rehearsal,” he said. “I’m back at the hotel now. The team wanted to go look around for a bit, but… I had some time, so I wanted to call you.”

Your chest tightened a little at that.

Out of everything he could’ve been doing—resting, going out, enjoying the city—he chose this.

He chose you.

“That’s sweet of you, Jo,” you said, a small smile finally forming.

There was a brief pause, the kind that wasn’t awkward—just him thinking.

“Did you eat today?” he asked gently.

Of course that was his first question.

You let out a quiet breath, almost embarrassed. “No… I haven’t gotten out of bed.”

Silence.

Not the bad kind—but the kind where you knew he was processing, worrying just a little.

“Y/n…” he said softly, his tone shifting just enough to show concern. “You should really go eat something.”

His voice wasn’t scolding. It never was. Just gentle, steady… caring.

“I’ll send you some money if you need, okay?” he added, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, pushing yourself up so you were sitting instead of lying down.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I have food here.”

“Okay,” he replied, sounding a little more at ease. “Just… make sure you eat, alright? Even something small.”

There it was again—that quiet care. Not forcing, not pushing too hard. Just enough to nudge you in the right direction.

“I will,” you said, softer this time.

You could hear movement on his end—voices faint in the background, a door opening somewhere.

“I think I have to go soon,” he said reluctantly. “They’re calling me.”

Of course they were.

You swallowed the small disappointment that settled in your chest. You were used to it by now, but it didn’t make it suck any less.

“Okay,” you said, trying to keep your voice light. “Have fun. I love you.”

There was no hesitation.

“I love you too,” Jo replied immediately.

And just like that, the call ended.

The room felt quiet again.

But it wasn’t the same kind of empty as before.

You stared at your phone for a moment longer before setting it down, letting out a small breath. Then, slowly—like it didn’t feel quite as impossible anymore—you pushed the blankets off your legs and stood up.

Because even if he wasn’t there in person…

Jo still found a way to take care of you.

Even from miles away.

→ In the end, being with Jo wasn’t about big, flashy moments or a perfect, storybook kind of love—it was something quieter, steadier, and somehow even more meaningful.

He was the kind of boyfriend who showed up in every way that mattered. Not always physically—because his life didn’t allow that—but emotionally, consistently, and without fail. He was always there when you needed him, even if “there” meant a phone call at a random hour or a quick text squeezed into a busy schedule. He never made you question where you stood with him, never made you feel like you were asking for too much.

Jo loved in a way that felt safe.

He paid attention to the little things—the way your voice changed when you were tired, the texts you sent when you weren’t feeling your best, the small habits that most people would overlook. And he remembered. He always remembered. Whether it was reminding you to eat, asking how something important went, or just checking in for no reason at all, he made it clear that you were always on his mind.

Even from far away, he found ways to close the distance.

It wasn’t always easy. There were moments you missed him so much it ached, times when you wished he could just be there beside you instead of behind a screen. But somehow, Jo made it feel manageable. He never let the distance turn into doubt. Never let his absence feel like neglect.

Because no matter how busy he was, no matter how far he went, he always came back to you in the ways he could.

And that was what made him so special.

Jo didn’t just say he loved you—he showed it. In his patience, in his softness, in the way he made space for you in a life that was already so full. He made you feel seen, cared for, and important… not just when it was convenient, but all the time.

Being loved by him wasn’t overwhelming or complicated.

It was warm. Reassuring.

Constant.

And no matter what kind of day you were having, no matter how far apart you were, Jo always found a way to make sure you felt it.

Keeho

- Baby / Babe

Keeho keeps it simple, but consistent. He’s the type to stick with “baby” or “babe” because it feels natural to him, not forced or overly cheesy. The more he says it, the more it just becomes you — to the point where hearing your actual name from him feels rare. He uses it casually in conversations, in teasing, in soft moments… it just fits everywhere. And even though it’s simple, the way he says it always has a little extra warmth behind it.

Taeyang

- My love / Love

Taeyang is also simple, but more reserved about it. “My love” or “love” is something he uses when it feels right, not all the time. He prefers saying it in quieter, more private moments — when it’s just the two of you and things feel calm. It’s not that he dislikes pet names, he just values the meaning behind them, so when he says it, it actually feels special and intentional.

Jiung

- Angel / Sweet pea

Jiung is 100% the type to use soft, slightly corny pet names — but he means every single one of them. Calling you “angel” comes naturally because that’s genuinely how he sees you: someone who brings him comfort, happiness, and peace. And “sweet pea”? It’s cute, a little cheesy, but that’s exactly why he likes it. He doesn’t care if it sounds old-fashioned — if it makes you smile, he’s using it.

Intak

- Princess / Baby / Babe

Intak switches between pet names depending on his mood. “Baby” and “babe” are his go-to, and he says them confidently, even in public without thinking twice. But “princess” is more reserved — something he uses in softer or more playful moments. It’s less about the word itself and more about how he says it. Over time, he uses pet names so much that your real name almost starts to feel secondary.

Soul

-Random / made-up names

Shota does not take pet names seriously at all. One day you’re “cupcake,” the next you’re “pumpkin,” then suddenly something completely random he just made up on the spot. Half the time, he’s saying it just to get a reaction out of you. But at the same time, it becomes his thing — giving you names no one else would think of. And somehow, even the dumbest ones end up feeling special because they’re his.

Jongseob

- Babe

Jongseob isn’t the type to confidently use pet names right away. At first, he avoids them because he’s unsure and a little shy about it. But one day, “babe” just slips out naturally — and after that, it sticks. He still doesn’t overuse it, but when he does say it, it feels genuine. It’s simple, a little awkward at times, but very him. He likes it because it feels safe and not too overwhelming.

Keeho

Keeho is not doing a casual first date. He’s going all in.

From the second he asks you out, you already get the feeling it’s going to be something a little extra—and he absolutely delivers. He picks a really nice, upscale restaurant, the kind with dim lighting, soft music, and tables that make everything feel just a little more romantic without being over-the-top.

And yes, he’s 100% pulling up looking put together like he just walked out of a magazine. Not in a try-hard way—it’s just him. Effortlessly classy.

The moment you arrive, he’s already in host mode. Opening doors, guiding you in with a hand on your back, making sure you’re comfortable the entire time. He’s got reservations (of course he does), so there’s no waiting around—he planned this.

When you sit down, he’s watching you more than the menu, lowkey. Like, he cares about the food, but he cares more about how you’re reacting to everything. If you seem a little nervous, he’ll immediately lighten the mood—cracking a joke, teasing you just a bit, making sure it doesn’t feel stiff or intimidating.

“Relax,” he’d say with a small smile. “It’s just dinner… a really good one, but still.”

And don’t even worry about ordering—he’s got you.

Not in a controlling way, but in a “I want you to try the best things here” way. He might suggest dishes, share food with you, or hype up everything you pick like it’s the best decision ever.

And yes… he’s absolutely spoiling you.

Dessert? Already planned. Drinks? Covered. And at some point, he’s sliding a small bouquet of flowers across the table like it’s no big deal—even though it is.

“Just thought you should have these,” he’d shrug, like he didn’t put thought into it.

But what really makes the date feel like him isn’t just the fancy setting—it’s how he balances it out.

He keeps things fun. There’s laughter, playful teasing, moments where he leans in a little closer just to say something quietly to you. He makes eye contact a lot, like he’s genuinely interested in everything you’re saying, and he knows exactly how to make you feel special without making it overwhelming.

Being on a first date with Keeho means feeling spoiled, a little flustered, and very taken care of—all while still laughing.

Taeyang

A home date with Taeyang is the definition of “simple but done right.”

At first, you might think it’s lowkey—just staying in, nothing too crazy—but the second you step inside, you realize he put so much thought into it. The place is clean (like, suspiciously clean), the lighting is soft, maybe there are a few candles or fairy lights around, and there’s music playing quietly in the background. It’s warm, comfortable… and a little romantic in that effortless way.

He greets you with that soft smile of his, a little shy but clearly excited. Not overly flashy, just genuine.

“Come in,” he’d say, stepping aside, already a little proud of what he set up.

And then you find out he’s cooking for you.

Not just throwing something together either—he actually planned the meal. He’s moving around the kitchen, focused but relaxed, occasionally glancing over at you like he wants to make sure you’re enjoying yourself. He might even let you hang around him while he cooks, handing you little things to taste or asking, “Is this okay?” even though it already tastes amazing.

It feels domestic in the sweetest way.

There’s small talk, laughter, maybe a little teasing if you try to help and mess something up. He’s patient though—never rushing you, never making it feel awkward. It’s just easy.

When you finally sit down to eat, he’s watching your reaction more than anything else. The second you like it, you can see how happy that makes him.

After dinner, things slow down even more.

He’ll bring out his guitar—kind of casually, like it’s not a big deal—but you can tell he’s a little nervous about it. Not because he isn’t good, but because it means something. He’ll sit across from you or next to you, playing softly, maybe even singing a little under his breath.

And it’s not a whole performance—it feels personal. Like he’s sharing a piece of himself with you.

By the end of it, the two of you end up on the couch, a movie playing that neither of you are fully paying attention to. You’re tucked into his side, his arm around you, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm or shoulder.

It’s quiet, comfortable, and warm.

He’s not trying to impress you with anything extravagant—he’s just creating a space where you feel relaxed, cared for, and close to him.

Jiung

A first date with Jiung is basically two dates in one—and somehow he makes it feel completely effortless.

He’s picking you up himself, of course. Clean outfit, calm energy, that soft smile that instantly makes you feel at ease. He greets you like it’s no big deal, but you can tell he’s been looking forward to this.

“Ready?” he’d ask, already opening the door for you.

First stop: your favorite stores.

And the scary part? He’s observant. Like, dangerously observant.

You don’t even have to say you like something. You’ll just glance at a shirt for half a second, maybe touch the fabric, and suddenly he’s holding it up like, “This would look really good on you.” Before you can even protest, it’s already being added to the pile.

You try to argue? Doesn’t work.

“It’s fine,” he’d say casually. “I wanted to get it for you.”

And the way he says it—so calm, so sure—makes it really hard to push back. He’s not being flashy about it, either. It’s just quiet generosity, like he genuinely enjoys spoiling you a little.

He’ll walk around with you, carrying your bags without complaint, occasionally picking out things himself and insisting you try them on. And when you do? He’s leaning against a wall or sitting nearby, watching with that same soft, focused look.

The second you step out?

Yeah… he’s folding.

There’s this subtle change in his expression—like he’s impressed but trying not to make it a big deal. He’ll nod, maybe smile a little wider, and say something low like, “Yeah… that one’s yours.”

It’s smooth. It’s dangerous. It works every time.

By the time you leave, you think the date is wrapping up. You’ve shopped, you’ve talked, you’ve laughed—it already feels full.

But Jiung? He’s not done.

He casually mentions one more stop, and suddenly you’re standing outside a karaoke place.

You look at him, confused.

He just smiles.

“Come on,” he says, already pulling you inside.

And this is where his playful side really comes out.

At first, it’s all fun and games—laughing, picking random songs, hyping each other up. He’ll let you go first, clapping and smiling like your personal fan, maybe even teasing you a little just to make you laugh.

But then… he grabs the mic.

And oh.

It’s OVER.

Like, suddenly he’s putting his whole heart into it—not in a try-hard way, but enough to make you pause and just stare at him for a second.

He’ll glance at you mid-song with this little smirk, like, “Yeah, I did that.”

After that, it turns into a playful competition. He’s picking songs just to show off a little, hyping himself up, joking about how he’s clearly winning—even if you’re doing just as well.

“Be honest,” he’d say, handing you the mic. “I’m better, right?”

It’s light, fun, and a little chaotic in the best way.

By the end of the night, your throat hurts from singing, you’re carrying way more bags than you expected, and you’re laughing over something dumb he said over an hour ago.

Intak

An arcade date with Intak is pure chaos—in the best way possible.

He’s not trying to be overly fancy or impress you with something super serious. His whole goal? Make sure you’re having the most fun you’ve had in a while. So the second you walk into the arcade, lights flashing and music playing, he’s already grinning like a kid.

“Okay, we’re doing everything,” he says, grabbing your hand and pulling you further inside.

And he means it.

He’s dragging you from game to game—racing, basketball, rhythm games—anything that looks even remotely fun. And the entire time, he’s hyping you up like crazy.

“You got this! Easy win!”

— even if you’re very clearly losing 😭

But he doesn’t care about winning against you. If anything, he’s trying to win for you.

The claw machines? Oh, he’s locked in.

The second you even glance at a stuffed animal, he’s already cracking his knuckles like this is a serious mission. He’ll spend way too much time (and probably money) trying to get it, adjusting the claw angle like he’s a professional.

“Wait, wait—I got it this time.”

…he does not..

But does he give up? Absolutely not.

When he finally wins something, though? He’s so proud of himself it’s actually cute. He hands it to you like it’s the greatest achievement of the night.

“For you,” he says, smiling like he just conquered the world.

And then there’s the tickets.

He is determined to rack up as many as possible. He’s picking games he knows he’s good at, trying to beat high scores like his life depends on it.

You’ll catch him getting competitive for a second—focused, serious—before immediately turning back to you like, “Did you see that??” all excited again.

By the time you’re done, you’ve got a ridiculous amount of tickets.

And he’s not letting you walk away with something small.

“No, we’re getting you something good,” he insists, scanning the prize wall like it’s a strategic decision.

He’ll combine tickets, negotiate, and make sure you leave with the biggest or cutest thing possible—even if it takes forever to decide.

But what really makes it special isn’t just the games—it’s him.

He’s laughing the whole time, teasing you, celebrating your wins like they’re his own, and never letting the energy drop. And in between all the chaos, there are small moments—like him casually reaching for your hand, or leaning in to say something close to your ear over the noise—that make it feel a little more than just “fun.”

A first date with Intak is loud, playful, and full of energy—but also weirdly sweet underneath it all. You leave with a stuffed animal and a smile that doesn’t go away for the rest of the night.

Shota

An internet café date with Shota is lowkey, cozy, and way more fun than you expect.

He’s not taking you somewhere loud or packed—no, he already scoped out a quieter spot where it’s a little more private. The kind of place where you can actually hear each other talk, where it feels like it’s just the two of you in your own little bubble.

He picks you up, all relaxed and easygoing, and the whole vibe is immediately comfortable. No pressure, no overthinking—just “let’s go have fun.”

When you get there, he’s already setting everything up like he’s done this a million times. Logging in, adjusting the chairs, handing you the headset like, “Here, I’ll show you.”

And he does.

He’s surprisingly patient, sitting close enough to guide you without making it awkward. His hand might brush yours while he’s showing you controls, or he’ll lean over your shoulder, pointing at the screen while explaining things in that calm, steady tone.

“Okay, try this… yeah, like that.”

At first, he goes very easy on you.

Like, suspiciously easy.

You’re landing hits, winning rounds, starting to feel a little proud of yourself—and he’s just smiling, watching you like he’s enjoying this way more than actually playing.

“You’re getting good,” he says, and you believe him.

…until you get a little too confident.

The second you start talking a bit of trash or celebrating a win a little too hard, he just pauses, looks at you, and smiles.

“Oh really?”

That’s when it’s over for you.

Suddenly, he’s locked. His whole demeanor shifts—not in a mean way, but in that quiet, focused way that’s honestly kind of intimidating. And now? He’s actually trying.

And yeah… you’re losing.

Badly.

But he’s laughing, not making fun of you, just enjoying the moment. He’ll still give you tips, still keep it fun, but there’s this playful competitiveness now that makes everything more exciting.

“You said you were good, though,” he teases, rubbing your knuckles.

By the time you’re done, you’re both laughing, maybe a little tired, and it doesn’t even feel like hours have passed.

And just when you think the date is wrapping up?

He’s like, “Come on, I want to take you somewhere.”

No big explanation—just that.

He brings you to his favorite place to eat. Not something overly fancy, but somewhere he genuinely loves. And that makes it feel more special, honestly. It’s like he’s letting you into his world a little.

He already knows what’s good, so he’s recommending things, maybe even ordering for you, watching your reaction the second you try it.

“This is good, right?” he asks, a small smile on his face.

And again—it’s simple, but it works.

Jongseob

A night out in Seoul with Jongseob feels like stepping into one of those soft, glowing memories you don’t forget.

He’s a little nervous when he picks you up—you can tell. Not in a bad way, just in that “I really want this to go well” kind of way. But he hides it pretty well behind a small smile and that calm, thoughtful energy he always has.

“I planned a few places,” he’d say, almost casually… like he didn’t spend way too long thinking about it.

And he really did plan it.

He’s taking you to spots around Seoul that feel a little more personal—places you might not find on your own. Small shops tucked into side streets, cozy cafés with warm lighting, food spots that he insists you have to try. It’s not rushed either. He lets you take your time, wander, look at things, enjoy everything without feeling like you’re on a schedule.

When you stop to shop, he’s hovering nearby, watching you pick things out, occasionally pointing at something like, “That suits you,” in that quiet, sincere way of his. If you hesitate on something, he notices—but instead of pushing, he just gently encourages you.

Food is a big part of the night too.

He’s excited about it in a subtle way—recommending dishes, watching your reaction the second you try something, smiling when you like it. It’s cute how much he cares about whether you’re enjoying yourself.

“Good?” he asks, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

As the night goes on, the city starts to change.

The streets get a little quieter, the lights get softer, and everything feels a bit more intimate. That’s when he suggests going for a walk.

And this part? It’s his favorite.

There’s no big plan anymore—just the two of you walking side by side, talking about random things, occasionally bumping shoulders. It’s calm, comfortable… almost a little dreamy.

At some point, you’ll catch him looking at you.

Not in a quick glance way—but really looking.

And when the lighting hits you just right—streetlights, neon signs, whatever it is—he completely freezes for a second. Like his brain just short-circuited.

You notice, of course.

“What?” you ask, a little suspicious.

And suddenly he’s flustered.

“No—nothing,” he says way too fast, looking away for a second before glancing back at you with a shy smile.

“You just… look really nice right now.”

It’s simple, but the way he says it—slightly awkward, completely genuine—makes it stick.

From that point on, he’s a little softer. Walking a bit closer, maybe brushing his hand against yours before finally just holding it like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

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