Dove

PARK SUNGHO

i picture him as the type to do acts of service

like to always save a snack for when you have a tight schedule

he also carries painkillers or throat lozenges

i think he would prefer more soft, intimate kisses

where you break the kiss to look into each other's eyes and then go back at it

he gets all giggly and blushy when you flirt with him

i'm talking full shivers, weak in the knees

after a few hours of dance practice, you are practically drenched in sweat.

all of you walk over to sit down, dongmin practically throwing himself at woonhak despite the heat.

"hyung, get off me!" said boy tried to wiggle his way out.

sungho quickly walks over to you while you laugh at them.

"hey," he hands over a towel. "your footwork was great."

you took the towel from him. "thanks, baby. you did good too." you smiled at him, maintaining eye contact as you dry up the sweat beads rolling down your neck.

and if you notice his eyes drifting down and his flushed face, not exactly from training, you don't mention it.

he would adore you if you watched soccer games with him

if you're filming for "what? door!" and you have to play a game and you don't pair with him, he would do his little jumping backwards tantrum

the type to do weird stuff to make you laugh

like when he showed off his foot

but also be emotionally available, and there to listen when you have a bad day

his favorite place to sleep is probably in your lap, you play with his hair and that calms him down

also, if you put hair clips or stuff like that, be sure he'll do a whole photoshoot to show them off

the soft autumn breeze picked up leaves in its trace, the sun casting shadows from the treetop, under which sungho lay.

his head rested in your lap, eyes closed in bliss at your fingers running through his hair.

he's usually under a lot of stress, so seeing him so calm was a nice change of pace.

"...sun" once you stopped your petting ministrations, he opened his eyes.

"mmh"

"can i braid your hair?" you murmured, already dividing it into uneven sections.

he blinked while his brain tried to catch up.

"you're doing it anyway." he let out an airy chuckle, his eyes squinting in that cute way of his.

"mhm."

he just stared at you, at the way the tip of your tongue peeked out, concentration evident on your face.

he liked to see you content, even if you weren't exactly sure what you were doing.

a smile crept onto his face. "i love you, [name]."

you paused, some strands slipping loose in your grip.

no matter how many times the words left his mouth, you'd never get used to it—the flutter in your chest or the love that filled your heart, even when he was just existing.

you brushed a finger along his cheek, completely lost in him. "i love you, sun."

ijbol syndrom

he laughs at the stupidest things you do

he's so so pretty and you constantly compliment him for it

oh and if he wears crop tops, your hands will be on his tiny waist, the whole time

your malewife

MYUNG JAEHYUN

he's clingy and flirty asf

he always has to be touching you

whether it's holding your hand or interlocking arms

onedoors not really suspect of your relation since he's whipped for all his members

so he uses that for his advantage. always trying to kiss you and being extra clingy with you

he's insanely puppy coded

so he gives you those eyes whenever he wants something from you

after a long photoshoot for a collab, you were lounging in the couch, scrolling through your phone.

the sound of the bathroom door opening was barely heard.

"oh, you're back." jaehyun shuffled closer to you. damp hair dripping on the loose shirt—which seemed pretty similar to the one you'd lost a few days ago—hanging over his frame. a towel rested around his neck as he dried his hair.

you glanced up, his face immediately brightened at the sight of you.

"hey jae," you mumbled tiredly. "how was your day?"

he walked behind you, rubbing your shoulders to ease the tension.

"good, missed you tho." the pout in his face was notorious in his voice too. "maybe we could go for dinner?" he grabbed your chin, tilting your face up.

you leaned your head back, his face upside down was adorable.

"don't know, love." you gave a long exhale. "'m kinda tired."

his bottom lip jutted out further, "pleasee..." he gave you those big, round eyes. ones he knew you wouldn't be able to resist.

you shut your eyes, already giving up. "those damn puppy eyes." you grunted. "...fine, dinner it is."

jaehyun laughed, kissing all over your face in gratitude.

we know he loves to tease and make you flustered

oh but if you do it back

he gets so shy and hides his face beneath his clothes

the type to switch between soft pecks and messy makeouts

loves when you grab him by the waist and pull him toward you, or when you do it to move him out the way

"how could you do it?" jaehyun had his arms crossed, head off to the side, refusing to look at you.

"jae, i'm sorry. i didn't know it was yours..."

yesterday, riwoo had bought a box of chocolate brownies for all of you.

what you didn’t know, was that jae called dibs on the last one. in your defense, nobody was in the dorm, so you thought it'd be okay.

guess not.

"i hate you."

"no, you don't."

"i do." he just side eyed you, even if a smile threatened to break out at your pity face.

you inched closer, circling his waist and pushing him flush against you. he yelped at the sudden movement, finally looking at you.

his lips parted and his eyes shifted back and forth between yours.

"you don't. let me make it up to you, okay?"

you leaned down to peck his lips.

"...fine. but i'm still mad." he said, fighting back a smile.

he'd be so attentive, always listening and offering advice when you need it

but also he'd be closed off about his feelings cause he doesn't want to burden you

also, sometimes he can get a bit insecure about his image and could even start trying out new diets

it's important you snap him out of it and reassure him that he's perfect as is.

his favorite is when you kiss the doubts away, caressing whatever he's feeling down about

LEE RIWOO

he notices things

what you like to eat, what you don't, your favorite music

and it shows through his actions

when you share headphones, your favorite songs play from his playlist

he's the type to fix your clothes or makeup without a word

he cares, a lot. even if he doesn't always outright say it

would completely melt if you slow danced

the city was asleep, embraced by the warm mantle of morpheus—a state you were envious of.

sleep never came easy to neither of you—minds that never seemed to quiet down, far too immersed in the expectations weighing down on your shoulders.

but right now, riwoo's brain had shut off, granted by the comfort being in your arms gave him.

the gentle sway of bodies to the tune of an 80's song. one arm wrapped around his waist, the other holding his head against your chest, while your chin rested atop his.

moments of peace like this were rare. you both loved being idols. but being able to let your guard down—to not have to entertain—was a feeling only being alone with him could give you.

big boba eyes

you find his fangs soo cute, so you love to make him smile

like sungho, i see him on the more slow kisser side

he'd like to take his time, to be one with you

lovesloves sweets, so he especially loves you

the smell of freshly baked goods filled the air.

riwoo was sitting down in the kitchen counter, with you standing between his legs. the buttery flavor of a donut enveloping your tastebuds.

"this is sho good" your eyes were shut, one hand covering your mouth while you talked.

riwoo giggled, nodding his head. a new bakery downtown had just opened and it quickly became his favorite. they had sweet, delicious treats, and every new thing added on the menu was better than the last.

"woo, you have jelly on your lips." you pointed at your own face to show him the spot.

he licked his lips, trying to clean it off to no avail.

"is it gone?"

you chuckled. "here, let me." you wiped his lip with your thumb, cleaning off the jelly.

"there." you brought your thumb to your mouth and licked it slowly, not breaking eye contact.

riwoo felt his face getting warm, so he tried to cover his face with his hand, his free arm bumping your shoulder playfully .

dad jokes

he'd do them more often just cause he likes your laugh

he'd stay until late to help you if you were struggling with a choreo

would get all smiley if you hyped him up during a solo dance break

if it's him vs a bug, i'm sorry but he's hiding behind you waiting for you to take care of it

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