in his defense, the sweater he was wearing at the time was his favorite (he told you this while sobbing and yelling at you, saying his mom was going to be mad despite showing up the next week with it completely clean). in your defense, the girl next to you had pushed you a little too hard and that was what caused you to spill it. but those details were probably lost to time, and definitely ignored in that moment in favor of you arguing back to seungkwan as well as two little kids could argue.

of course, your encounters with seungkwan didn't end there. the two of you ended up in the same damn elementary class and the same high school after a thankful reprieve with the two of you attending different middle schools. which... admittedly, didn't help too much because he lived right down the road from you and your dad was friends with his mom. but at least you didn't have to see him every single day at school for a few years.

even if you did end up at the same university. which, frankly, you couldn't blame him: it was a pretty damn good school and you could keep to yourself across campus. you didn't even really hate him much anymore, honestly--seungkwan, when he wasn't anywhere near you, was sweet and talkative and funny. you were kind of jealous of his friends deep down because he seemed like he'd changed a lot as he grew up. maybe you had, too... until boo fucking seungkwan started picking arguments in you during your gen ed classes together. even if he was cute, you weren't going to back down just because he's "kind of" cute and funny.

if seungkwan talked badly about you to his friends, you wouldn't know. one of your friend was stage manager for the theatre department's winter musical, and several of seungkwan's friends were in the production itself. after some begging on your friend's part because you weren't busy for rehearsals and you knew the light system from when he explained it to you before, you agreed to help out. seokmin was nice to you and usually made pleasant conversation, junhui had very kindly let you knew where the actors hid snacks backstage when you lamented missing dinner (with a promise not to tell anyone), and the sound guy--vernon chwe, boo seungkwan's best friend--seemed to be nice enough. if he hated you because of seungkwan, vernon didn't show it. he showed up, made pleasant conversation in the sound/lights booth, and did his job right. you could appreciate that a lot.

but now you were searching for your jacket after one of the last few shows. you'd left it backstage because the theater was hot and meant to move it, but ended up having to book it to the booth to run a lights check before the show. and now the stupid thing was gone, and it was freezing outside so if you left, you'd probably end up getting sick and--

"hey."

and you look up and theres boo seungkwan, holding your jacket in his arms. he looks sheepish the moment you see him, but straightens up.

"is that my jacket?" you asked, already feeling annoyed. of course seungkwan picked it up. he usually hung around the theatre because vernon was working sound, but tonight he had come to the show. you could see his yellow sweater from the booth.

he looked down, and then nodded. "you left it. seokmin asked if i could leave it on a chair for you, but i..." he looked away. "i didn't want someone else to pick it up."

part of you thought he was being genuine. the other was pretty damn sure (and louder than any rational thought) that seungkwan would have loved to see someone steal your jacket. "you don't have to pretend. we're the only ones here."

he blinked at you. "huh?"

"you hate me," you folded your arms over your chest. "you always have ever since we were kids. we literally argue every time we're in class together--"

"i don't hate you," he said. "why do you think i hate you?"

"uh, maybe because we literally fight? all the time? your hot tall friend had to pull you back one time."

"don't call him hot," seungkwan said quickly. "he is, but don't say it."

"dude, most of your friends are hot!" you huffed. "literally all three thousand of them. do you know how awkward it is to share a booth with vernon while we're running the show? he's hot and i think he knows it--"

"stop calling my friends hot!" he huffed, your jacket hugged tight to his chest. "and stop thinking that i hate you when i actually adore you!"

the theater had never sounded so quiet. it truly reminded you that the two of you were alone there, seungkwan's confession kept between the two of you (and whatever ghosts roamed those halls--you were pretty sure the theater was haunted like a lot of them were). his eyes went wide and then he pressed his lips together, looking away from you.

"i like that you don't back down from your point of view until you've actually changed your mind." he was still hugging your jacket close to his chest. "you're a strong person. i used to hate you when we were kids, but now... i think..." he took a deep breath. "i like you a lot."

"you what?"

"i'm not going to say it again," he frowned at you, "so either reject me or..."

"or what, seungkwan?"

"go out with me after the last show. if you don't want to go to the cast party, i mean--seokmin said he invited you because you're still part of the cast and crew, and i know vernon's going, and--"

you refused to look him in the eyes, your heart racing. "okay."

"okay?"

you nodded. "you can take me out on a date."

he grew flustered. "oh. okay, then..." he held out your jacket. "it's too dangerous to walk home alone this late. i'll walk you to your building."

vernon had left about half an hour after seungkwan came home from work, going out for his night shift at work. he had hung back long enough to ask if he was fine, if you were on the way, and if he could do anything before he left. seungkwan had denied being fine (”work was awful” being his go-to), and that he should just go on because he didn’t need anyone to worry about him. seungkwan put off texting you for a while.

which, honestly, was probably why you called him. he’d curse vernon internally for texting you to check in on him later. he picked up, tried to act fine until he heard you sigh.

“kwannie. are you really okay?”

he hated how you could see through him. sometimes vernon was wrong and seungkwan was completely fine. but his bottom lip quivered a little, emotions very much worn on his sleeve that day, and he sighed. “can you come to me?”

“i’ll be there in twenty, baby.”

you hung up after a quick “i love you!” that already made seungkwan feel better. honestly, just hearing you use your little nicknames for him already healed his heart a little. even if he felt guilty for asking you to come to him, he was glad you had agreed. he didn’t want to leave the apartment. instead of waiting around for you, pacing endlessly in those twenty minutes, he decided to set up what he could. he knew you, he knew you’d be bringing a bag so you can crash at his place just so you can take care of him (it was what he did for you, too, after all).the least he could do, in his eyes, was get ready for you to be there--changing into comfortable clothes and tidying up the apartment.  you’d never judge him or vernon for how messy it could be, but sometimes he lived to impress. even momentarily being seen as a slob in your eyes hurt.

nineteen minutes later (because seungkwan was counting, actually), he heard your tell-tale knock at the door and let you in. you were carrying a bag of his favorite snacks in one hand, your belongings in your backpack that was hanging off your other shoulder. you waited until you had stepped into his apartment to open your arms to him, letting him immediately embrace you tight.

“you wanna talk about it?”

“not yet,” he said, squeezing you a little more. “just hold me for right now.”

“mmkay,” you said. “let’s go sit down first, okay? and then we can cuddle.”

he held onto you for a moment longer before unwrapping his arms from you, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before he moved to shut his door. soon enough, the two of you were curled up on his couch. seungkwan was happy to be safe in your arms, the stress of the day melting away now that you were there.

“thank you for coming,” he mumbled. “i needed this.”

you chuckled softly, running your fingers through his hair. “of course. i love you, you know. you’d do the same for me.”

Your eyes dart over to him, catching the set of his brow and hearing the pettiness in his words no matter how hard he tries to hide it. Your eyes narrow, hands settling on the island across from him, ready to square off. 

You’d already argued about it this morning, not bickered, argued. It hadn’t escalated far, not even to the point of sassiness or raised voices, but if he wanted to bring it up again you were prepared to defend yourself. 

“I TOLD you, I don’t know where the-”

“You had them last!”

“I put them in the bowl!”

“They’re not in the bowl!”

“I’m aware!”

You exchange words in rapid fire, both adamant the other was wrong. Your eyes are screaming at him, one lid twitching just a little and your jaw tensing in pulses as you try to stop yourself from reminding him of the time he lost the car keys in a dumpster after assuring you he had good aim. 

On the other side of the island, Seungkwan’s trying not to become frantic, but he can feel it rising in him, feel it bubbling to the surface, and through deep breaths, he tries to calm himself down. He doesn’t have a pressing need for the keys, doesn’t plan on going anywhere today, but he hates not knowing where they are!

Because if you don’t have them, and he doesn’t have them, and they’re not here, that means it’s happened again. 

And Seungkwan isn’t sure he’ll survive it this time. 

You seem to come to the same realization, matching horror rising on your face, and he skirts swiftly around the quartz to hold your hands in his, pulling you close. 

“It’s okay, we did it once, we can do it again. We’ll call the locksmith tomorrow and get them changed, and get new keys with a tracking device and maybe even a tiny lockbox only we know the code to,” Seungkwan tries to reassure you, feeling guilty already that he’d blamed you when something much more sinister was afoot, something he should have seen coming, something he should have prevented, especially after the last time. 

Seungkwan groans, remembering the dinner party you’d hosted last week to celebrate your kitchen remodel, and how a certain someone drank too much wine in the first half hour, and wandered over to faceplant (and drool) in the couch, and left a few hours later with a far too innocent smile. 

Kwon Soonyoung. 

You know it as well as he does, know that if you don’t fix this soon, Kwon Soonyoung will eat you out of house and home, swallow your expensive gummy vitamins by the mouthful, smear hot cheeto dust on your pristine white couches, restart all of your favorite shows, leave tiger print items throughout your meticulously decorated house. 

But this time, Seungkwan doesn’t want to give in. This is his house, your house, your home, goddamnit, and he will not bow down to someone who sleeps in a tiger onesie every night. 

You’re on the same wavelength, as always, your eyes filling with steel and hands becoming iron fists within his. You communicate silently, eyebrow raising and chin tilting up, asking Seungkwan if he’s really willing to do this. He rolls his shoulders back, squaring them, and swipes his tongue at the inside of his bottom lip. That’s all the communication the two of you need, nodding decidedly at each other and racing to the closet to pick matching black spy outfits. 

As soon as Joshua arrives to watch the house, you’re off, racing down the highway (safely) and formulating a plan to break into Soonyoung’s apartment. 

You’re getting the keys back tonight, one way or another. 

And he was still doing it when you showed up to gather your drunken boyfriend before he could say anything incriminating. God knows some of his friends wouldn’t hesitate to use it to tease him later on. You laughed when he tried to plant (another, apparently) a kiss on Seokmin’s cheek, saying something about how much he appreciated and loved him as one of his best friends before gasping the moment he saw you. He had wrapped his arms around you tight, slightly wobbly like a newborn deer since he stumbled on his way over to you, and you could feel him press a tiny kiss against your neck.

“Let’s go home,” you gently pushed him back to look at how flushed his face was.

He turned back to his friends, waving, “I love you guys! I’ll see you tomorrow--”

If he’s not hungover as hell, you thought to yourself as you gently nudged him to get his shoes while you went to hug Jeonghan.

“Thank you for calling me,” you said. “How much did he drink?”

Jeonghan stole one glance to where Seungkwan had sat down on the floor to carefully put his shoes back on. “Plenty.”

“I’ll let you know when we get home,” you told him, already making your way over to give Seokmin a quick hug considering he’d been giving you puppy dog eyes the moment you let go of Jeonghan. “Drink some water,” you told both of them, “and get some sleep, okay?”

You were met with a “thanks, mom,” in response, but the thought was still appreciated. Maybe you could bring Seungkwan back over with breakfast tomorrow, if everyone wasn’t feeling like shit.

The moment you and Seungkwan leave their apartment, he wrapped his arm around yours to link the two of you together. “Thank youuu for coming to take care of me,” he hummed. “You’re always so nice to me.”

You nearly rolled your eyes at that: of course you were nice to him, he was your boyfriend. “Watch your step,” you said to him as the two of you started down the stairs, while you mentally cursed the fact the elevator was out. “We gotta hurry before I get in trouble for parking where I did.”

His eyes narrowed at you. “Did you park somewhere illegal?”

Technically, you weren’t blocking anything, but you’d dealt with plenty of assholes before who’d complain about you staying stopped for a second too long. “Let’s just get to the car.”

Thankfully, getting Seungkwan to your car was easy enough. You ended up cracking his window down as soon as you were back in the drivers‘s seat, and made a comment that he should tell you whenever he started to feel sick because you knew he’d feel bad if he threw up in your car... again. The last time was met with a thousand apologies and a promise to clean things up as if you didn’t do it already (the things you do for loved ones...), followed by a promise to make it up to you however you wanted him to.

He’d started messing with his phone again anyway, finding someone’s contact and dialing it. No hesitation, he put it on speaker.

“Seungkwan?” You could hear Vernon’s voice over the speaker. “Hey?”

Seungkwan mumbled out his other best friend’s name--he always swore that you were his number one now--before going quiet. He babbled immediately about how much he loved him and how much he appreciated having him as a friend.

“Love you, too, but--Didn’t Jeonghan call your ride? Where are you?”

“I’ve got him,” you called out. “Sorry, Vernon.”

“See! They’ve got me!” Seungkwan said. “They came to pick me up because they’re my best friend. They’re always so nice to me...”

“Get home safe,” Vernon said. “I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow, yeah?”

Soon enough, the car had quieted. Seungkwan had rolled down his window, eyes shut as he felt the wind against his face. He looked up after a few minutes, staring at you for a little too long that you could feel it.

“This is a bad time, but... Are you single?” He asked you quietly. He could see where there was a darker patch of skin underneath your collar, barely hidden by it. 

You thought he was joking. You laughed a little, keeping your eyes on the road. “No, Seungkwan, I have a boyfriend. He’s really cute.”

“Oh...” He trailed off. You spared him a glance and he looked like he would have started sobbing at any moment. “I hope you’re happy with him...”

“Seungkwan, why do you look like you’re going to cry?”

“I just--” He started, wiping at his eyes. “I always really liked you a lot, and I was really scared I’d ruin our friendship if I told you. You’re always so nice to me and you listen and you take care of me and--and you’re so nice! Is it Mingyu? Are you dating Mingyu?” He frowned. “I get it... Mingyu’s hot and tall and he can cook and--”

You needed to keep an eye on how much he drank from now on. Just to be sure he’ll be fine. “Kwannie... We’re dating. I was just teasing you.”

He stopped his blubbering immediately, staring at you. “We are?” He cracked a smile after wiping at his eyes. “Good.”

“Okay, we’re gonna get you some water when we get home and you’re gonna lie down, okay?”

He reached out, taking your hand in his and bringing it up so he could press kisses onto the back of it. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he mumbled. “You’re so nice...”

Bringing Seungkwan back up to your apartment was easy enough. All you had to do was promise to hold his hand the entire way and he was more than happy to stick close to you. You immediately got him water while trying to figure out if he ate while he was with Jeonghan and Seokmin, because you might need to get some actual food in him if he didn’t. Drinking on an empty stomach was always a bad idea, but it happened. You get him fed and plenty of water into his system before helping him get dressed for bed. You still had a few things you needed to do before you crashed for the night, but your boyfriend was cozy enough.

“Wait, wait,” he reached out, fingers brushing against your wrist. “You forgot something.”

You turned back, and he smiled at you before tapping at his own lips. Dork. But he was your dork. You planted a quick peck against his lips, and he stopped you before you could pull away. Just to plant one of his own against yours.

“I’m glad I’m in love with you,” he mumbled.

You were glad, too.

and then you realized that you were very close to a group of tiny tots who have barely any motor skills. falling asleep is dangerous on the edge of a soccer field.

all at once, a bulldozer’s worth of pain slapped you across the face. as you opened your eyes, a small legion of tears formed on your waterline, threatening to spill over. and your entire face started to ache. god, there was going to be a bruise.

for a small kiddo, that soccer ball packed a whole bunch of force.

“y/n-ie, are you okay?” your little sister called to you, waddling over as fast as she could. despite the visceral pain you were in, you smiled as best as you could.

“i should be alright! go focus on practice.” as she approached you, you gave her shoulders a quick squeeze before sending her back to her team of frozen peers.

a throbbing headache flooded your senses and you laid down to ease it, even if only slightly. before you shut your eyes again, you caught your sister pouting in your direction. ah, she caught you– you were not going to be alright.

after a few moments of peace, a voice loomed over you.

“hey, you’re the one who just got hit by one of my kid’s soccer balls? y/n, right?”

you opened your eyes to be met with an angel. the sun against his backside haloed around him, illuminating him with a soft glow. strands of brown hair, now honeyed by the sunlight, framed his face perfectly. and despite the concern that furrowed his brow, his beauty was still undeniable. maybe you were just dizzy from the

“ah! i forgot to introduce myself. i’m boo seungkwan, coach of your younger sister’s team– pledis fc? anyways, she said you didn’t look too great so i brought some stuff over.”

he handed you a water bottle. confused, you shot him a look of mild disbelief. “what-”

“this is for your head. it’s the coldest thing i could find in our cooler.” he squirmed a bit under your pointed gaze. nevertheless, he shot you the prettiest smile ever.

his eyes shot open and he scrambled to hold up his fingers in front of your face. “i almost forgot! can you tell me how many fingers i’m holding up?”

“three.” he let out a sigh of relief. “i’m fine, really. thank you though, coach boo.”

he chuckled a bit, shaking his head. “only my kiddos call me that! you can call me seungkwan.”

you shot back a half-smile, placing the water bottle to your forehead. “alright then, seungkwan.”

“you have to take extra care of yourself, alright? even if you feel okay now, you could feel worse later. call your doctor if the pain doesn’t ease up. and be gentle with yourself! being hit where you were hit can lead to concussions and whatnot.” he humphed to punctuate his safety rant.

you laughed a bit, waving him off. “i’ll be good, seungkwan. plus, you might want to be a bit more concerned for your ‘kiddos’.”

“i told them to do some simple drills, they’re taking care of themselves.”

you pointed directly behind him, and begrudgingly, his eyes followed. “shit.”

you were near hysterics as seungkwan scrambled back to his tots, who were dunking each other with water from the cooler instead. well, it’s one way to beat the heat.

but you really couldn’t focus on his coaching tribulations when he was such a cute mess.

the rest of practice flew by. no more stray soccer balls decided to target you and you were starting to feel a lot less achy.

once the sun began to sink below the horizon, your sister made her way back to you. a demonic grin possessed her features as her sweaty self pointed at the angelic coach. with a voice that carried throughout the entire field, she proudly announced:

“y/n-ie, coach boo accidentally told us that you were very, very-” at this point, a giggle erupted out of her. “pretty.”

your jaw practically unhinged at this completely unwarranted compliment. the pretty coach thought you were pretty? not only that, but very, very pretty? ridiculous. 

another person also seemed absolutely bewildered. boo seungkwan, who was in the midst of cleaning up after his players, bloomed bright red in response to your sister’s very loud comment. with a triumphant thump, the sack of soccer balls he was carrying slid right out of his hand, resulting in an flooding of soccer balls all across the once pristine field. 

perhaps… your sister’s words held a bit of truth? well, if that uber-smooth reaction was anything to go off. if that was the case…

you got up slowly (heeding seungkwan’s words to take it a bit easy) and made your way over to seungkwan, who was currently doing a little panicked dance. on the way over, you swept up a ball. 

“seungkwan? here’s one of your balls.”

he jolted at the sound of your voice, but after seeing the soft expression on your face, he eased up a bit.

his hand reached for the ball and stole it from your hands easily. “ah, thanks y/n.”

before he could turn away again, you grabbed ahold of his wrist, making him almost drop the soccer ball in his hand (again).

your eyes met his. “also, i think you’re really pretty too. can i join you during practice more often?”

“yes,” he breathed, stupor lacing his features. “of course.”

a hush fell over you two as you just enjoyed the proximity. just for a few seconds, the world felt at ease (and your headache quieted into a dull throb). 

seungkwan’s lip quirked up. “i can even bring a few extra coolers to build you a barricade. so, you know, no more balls to the face.”

“and i can bring you a sturdier bag. so, you know, no more balls spilling out.” an equally glorious smirk plastered itself onto your face.

⋆͛♡⋆͛ joshua

the softest, most wholesome streamer. everyone wants him and wants to be him. streams a wide variety of content from baking and cooking to jamming sessions where he plays his guitar and covers different songs. regardless, his streams always look really aesthetically pleasing, especially during his jamming sessions when he changes his colour-changing light to blue or purple for the ~vibes~. everyone loves his voice because it’s so dreamy and melodic, so despite him involving sunday morning in every. single. stream. no one tells him to stop. talks about you all the time and it’s just so painfully obvious how in love he is because everything reminds him of you. “i’m making ___ for dinner because it’s their favourite”, “i saw a really cute cat today and it looked so much like them”, “i wonder when they’ll be home, they’ve been gone for a while”. (it’s only been half an hour…)

⋆͛♡⋆͛ jun

another gamer! usually pretty quiet when he’s gaming except when he lets out loud groans or yells after losing, think jeonghan’s asmr from hell except in jun’s case the sudden sounds are unintentional 😭 when he gets especially heated he starts rambling or swearing in mandarin and it’s so fast that barely anyone can catch what he’s saying. takes a break from gaming by streaming more chill content, like answering his viewers’ questions while inviting you to take the most absurd buzzfeed quizzes with him like “which unpopular pizza topping matches your personality”. makes your stomach hurt from laughing every time because he gets oddly (yet endearingly) defensive about the results since they’re never accurate. (“what the fuck is ‘anchovy’ supposed to mean???”)

⋆͛♡⋆͛ soonyoung

tried to play the more intense games like league of legends, call of duty and five nights at freddy’s before realising they’re not really his thing, so now he streams himself playing animal crossing and it’s soooo wholesome. his house is tiger-themed from the wallpaper to the flooring to the decor, and his viewers are 120% supportive of his mission to collect all the tiger villagers for his island for max horangi power 🐯✊ sometimes you’ll play too and it’ll consist of at least ten minutes of you two chasing and whacking each other with your nets while giggling manically. he also started occasionally streaming him dancing or creating new choreographies and his duality always shocks those who are new to his channel.

⋆͛♡⋆͛ wonwoo

the Ultimate™ gamer bf, you can’t change my mind—he was made for this au. sometimes he’s so focused on the game that he forgets he’s streaming and all you hear is the sound of furious typing, but he makes up for it by looking cute in the cat-ear headphones that you got him. you didn’t expect him to wear them while streaming, but ever since you gifted him those headphones he has never gone back to his previous ones. he later bought you the same cat-ear headphones but in a different colour so you could match <3 gives really good advice when he’s chatting to his viewers in between games and they love how soft-spoken and wise he is.

⋆͛♡⋆͛ jihoon

most of his streams are him pulling all-nighters in his studio working on music, even if he’s not particularly chatty in those times he still really appreciates having his viewers’ company because it can sometimes get lonely being cooped up inside :( but ever since he started dating you, you make frequent appearances on his streams to chat with his viewers while holding his hand as he works <3 if he’s feeling cheeky he’ll tease his soon-to-be-released song (everyone went crazy over “shit, this is red too”). somehow became friends with soonyoung which treated his viewers to interesting autotuned raps about being a tiger……rawr.

⋆͛♡⋆͛ seokmin

has the voice of an angel, so he blesses us mortal folk by streaming his heavenly song covers. brings his friends (cough, joshua, cough) to sing duets with him whenever possible. the sweetest boy on the platform and does his best to respond to every live comment even though they whizz by so quickly </3 it’s impossible to feel sad when you’re watching his streams, every bit of him radiates positive energy. occasionally does more lifestyle-esque streams, usually of you two running errands together. one time you two rated all the dogs you came across on the street from 1-10. (spoiler: every dog got 11)

⋆͛♡⋆͛ mingyu

the malewife of the platform who games occasionally. his viewers think it’s both hilarious and adorable when a beefy, six-foot man curls up into a tiny ball while playing horror games. (playfully) flirts with his viewers and gives the camera seductive glances, but panics when it leads to a sudden influx of tips and begs people to stop giving him money 😭 constantly demands cuddles and kisses when he loses a game. his viewers love watching his cooking streams where he tests out new recipes because it’s really just him doing 90% of the work but still acting like you won masterchef for cutting one (1) onion. never gets annoyed when you sneak bites of food in between preparations, he thinks you’re cute <3

⋆͛♡⋆͛ minghao

think modern bob ross where he invites his viewers to grab a snack and relax as he paints whatever inspires him in the moment. everyone is begging for a closet tour at this point because he’s never worn a bad outfit from the day he started his channel. asmr not from hell: also does streams where he makes paint from scratch because the sounds of him grinding pigments or his palette knife gently scraping against the glass are very soothing. occasionally he’ll invite you to do cute couple challenges with him, like following a bob ross video but with audio only which always ends in a fit of contagious giggles during the moment of truth.

⋆͛♡⋆͛ seungkwan

such a sweet person :( is here to have a good time, so he’s pretty active and loves doing chatty streams where he plays trivia games with his viewers. keeps up with the gossip especially if you’re a long-time viewer, will absolutely ask you for updates on your pet goldfish stacy. did you buy her a bigger tank like you said you would last time? regularly streams with vernon where they play games like quiplash, questions their friendship and his life every time vernon comes up with a cursed answer. his viewers love whenever you join him while he’s watching true crime documentaries, there’s just something so endearing about you two stuffing your faces with snacks while complaining about how incompetent the authorities responsible for those unsolved cases were.

⋆͛♡⋆͛ vernon

unbothered king, here for the vibes. @/seungcy says he’s the type to play valorant and stare into the camera like 😳 when he wins. has really good taste in music and graphic tees, probably has tons of vinyl records lying in the back or hanging on the walls. makes seungkwan heavily question their friendship with his quiplash answers. started weekly movie watches because he’ll take any excuse to rewatch the shrek movies. the two of you are also on a mission to rank the barbie movies though you always get distracted by the songs and end up belting them at the top of your lungs. it’s okay, his viewers forget about your rankings too because you look so cute resting your head on his shoulder with his hand on your knee <3 (island princess has yet to be dethroned)

⋆͛♡⋆͛ chan

kinda sucks at games (affectionate) but he makes up for it with determination and perseverance, and his viewers let it slide because he’s cute. asks for game recommendations and regrets it every time because people won’t stop making him play the spooky ones. is terrified and flinches at the tiniest noises but will vehemently deny it. no one is allowed to bring up the time he screamed when you barged into the room asking him what type of pizza to order. also likes watching romance movies/shows while you’re wearing your matching hoodies and cuddling. if you see him crying at the sad parts just move along and don’t point it out <3 he’s cute ig.

a/n: writing this was fun!! tysm for reading and i hope you liked it!!