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you always sound mean talking your native language but what if you're actually the biggest sweetheart?
ΰΏ reader is a sweetheart; fluff; comfort; russian!malereader
The first thing people notice about you is your size.
Broad shoulders. Tall frame. The kind of presence that makes strangers step aside without realizing they've done it.
And you're face doesn't help.
Relaxed, you look serious. Quiet. Almost stern.
The kind of person people assume don't smile much.
But your members know better.
To Chan, you're the one who checks if he has eaten before you touch your own food. The Lee Know, you're the one who wordlessly hands him things he didn't even realize he needed. To Han, you're... dangerously easy to cling to.
"You're like a heated wall." Han mumbles one evening, cheeks squished against your arm.
You blink down at him. "...is that a compliment?"
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It's one of those slow nights in the dorm.
Takeout boxes are scattered everywhere, the movie long forgotten. You sit on the floor, back against the couch, quietly peeling an orange.
Removing every bit of white thread like it personally offended you.
"Hyung." Han says, watching you. "You know we can do that ourselves, right?"
"But you're still doing it."
You place another slice neatly on the napkin.
"I like taking care of you."οΏΌ
Across the room, Changbin lets out a dramatic groan. "Why do you say things like that so casually?!"
No performance. Just... soft, in the most solid way possible.
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It's later when the mood shifts.
Chan's on the phone in the kitchen, voice low, shoulders tight. Stress sits on him like a weight he forgot to put down.
You notice. You always notice.
When he hangs up, you don't crowd him. You just step closer, careful, like approaching something fragile despite the fact you could probably lift him without effort.
"I'm fine." He says automatically.
Instead, you disappear for a moment.
When you come back, Chan's phone in your hand.
"...Can I try something?" you ask quietly.
You hesitate just for a second and hold his phone into Chan's direction.
"I recorded something." you murmur. "My ΠΌΠ°ΠΌΠ° used to say things like this when I was overwhelmed. Maybe it can help.
Chan takes his phone carefully.
You shift your weight, suddenly shy under all the attention.
"ΠΡΠ΄ΡΡ
Π°ΡΡ β ΡΡΠΎ Π½ΠΎΡΠΌΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ, Π½Π΅ Π½ΡΠΆΠ½ΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΡ Π²ΡΠ΅ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ±Π»Π΅ΠΌΡ ΡΡΠ°Π·Ρ. Π’Ρ Ρ
ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎ ΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡΡ, Π§Π°Π½Π½ΠΈ."
From the couch, Hyunjin slowly looks up. Lee Know pauses mid bite. Han stops breathing for the dramatic effects
Seeing the confused look on Chan's face you sigh.
"Just that it's okay to rest. That things don't have to be solved all at once."
"And that you're doing well."
Hyunjin exhales slowly. "That... did not sound like that."
Changbin nods. "I thought you were about to challenge someone to a duel."
Your eyes widen. "What? No-"
"I'm serious!" Han sits up. "I was ready to apologize for things I haven't even done yet!"
You look genuinely distressed. "I would never-"
"I know." Chan cuts in softly.
He's smiling now. Tired, but lighter.
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A few days later, it happens again.
But this time, it's not just the members.
The room is bright, cameras steady, the interviewer smiling politely as they flip through their notes.
"So." they say, glancing at you. "We heard you speak russian?"
You nod, sitting straight, whiping the sweat off on your hands on your pants.
"Could you say something for us?"
The members know that look.
It means you're about to do something harmless that will somehow spiral.
Chan leans slightly closer, already smiling.
You nod once. Then you speak.
The interviewer's smile falters just a little.
"That sounded very... strong." They say carefully.
You blink. "...it was just a greeting."
The interviewer chuckles lightly. "You have a bit of a scary aura when you speak like that."
He gestures towards you, expression softening instantly.
"He's really sweet." Chan continues. "Like- really. He worries about us more that himself."
Changbin nods almost immediately. "He peeled oranges for us yesterday."
Han points at you like evidence in a trial. "He tucks a blanket around us if we fall asleep on the couch!"
Hyunjin adds, quieter. "He remembers small things. Everything actually."
You sit there, blinking ears turning red.
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Later that night, back at the dorm, the world feels small again.
They find you on the couch, half asleep, long limbs folded in on yourself like you're trying to take up less space than you do.
Your phone still in your hand.
Han drapes himself over you immediately.
"Don't crush him." Lee Know warns, but he doesn't move him away.
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Filming days in the practice room are never quiet.
Too many ideas. Too many people. Too much energy bouncing off the walls like a pinball machine that refuses to lose.
Each of them gets a task. No one knows what the others have.
"Don't expose yourselves too early. Chan warns, already smiling like he knows this will go terribly.
"It always goes terribly." Lee Know replies.
You unfold your little card quietly.
Your b word knit together as you read. Then blink. Then read it again.
Across the room, Han is already suspicious. "What does that mean? Why did you 'oh' like that?"
You shake your head quickly. "Nothing."
But your ears are already a little red.
Because you're mission is-
Make one member belive you're genuinely mad at them.
Because you don't do mad.
You do quiet. You do soft. You do "are you okay?" at 2 am.
Your personality simply reacts the concept.
You pick your target carefully. Changbin.
Because he's dramatic. Which means, logically, he'll react.
You walk up to him, standing tall, shoulders naturally broad, shadow falling just enough to make the moment feel.. serious.
He looks up at you mid sentence.
Already, your voice betrays you.
Changbin squints. "Why do you sound like you're about to apologize?"
"I'm not." you say quickly.
You are. Internally. For something you haven't even done yet.
"...Why did you-" you start again.
And then your brian short circuits.
"-why did you not eat earlier?" you finish instead.
"...That's your angry question."
He starts laughing immediately, clutching his stomach. "No you're not! You look like you're about to tuck me into bed."
Across the room, Han collapses onto the floor. "HE CAN'T DO IT!"
You approach him with the same determined steps, posture straightening up again.
Your tone drops. Words come out sharper, faster, more structured.
It sounds serious and Hyunjin freezes.
"...Okay, wait." he says slowley. "That actually sounds real."
You feel a flicker of hope. Yes. This might work.
You continue, a little more confident now, voice steady, expression focused.
And then you hesitate mid sentence, because Hyunjin's eyes go a little wide.
"I'm sorry..." you say, switching back, voice soft again. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"I think I went too far." you mumble, shoulders dropping. "Are you okay?"
Mission: completely destroyed.
Hyunjin just stares at you for a second before laughing quietly, shaking his head.
By the time Chan figures it out, it's already chaos.
"He's trying to make someone think he's mad." Han announces to the room like breaking news.
You nod, defeated. "...Yes."
Chan laughs under his breath, stepping closer and patting your shoulder.
"It's okay." he says. "Some things just aren't in your skill set."
You frown. "...I could learn."
"No." Lee Know cuts in from the side. "Please don't."
Later, when filming wraps up, your mission card is still tucked in your pocket.
Because somewhere between your awkward attempts and immediate apologies, the room softened around you again.
Changbin throws an arm around your shoulders.
"You're the worst actor ever."
"I know." he grins. "That's the problem."
Han leans against you from the other side. "If you were actually mad, I think I'd cry."
"Because it would mean the world is ending."
@niku0704 requested this!! i know it's not exactly what you asked for but i hope this is still okay :< it just felt more like myself if that makes sense >-<
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