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Not because he was lazy. Actually, the complete opposite. Jihoon was the type of person who always wanted to improve. If he learned a new dance move, he wanted to perfect it. If he heard a song in another language, he wanted to understand it. If he made a mistake once, he would stay until he fixed it.
Which was exactly why the members worried about him.
“Jihoon.” Shinyu stood at the practice room door, arms crossed.
It was already past midnight. Again. “Are you seriously still practicing?”
Jihoon didn’t even turn around. “Just one more time.”
Everyone knew what “one more time” meant. Another hour. Maybe two.
Dohoon sighed from the couch. “You said that thirty minutes ago.”
“I’m almost done.”
“You said that thirty minutes ago too.” Jihoon just laughed.
Because he knew they were right. But he still continued. The music started again. His body moved automatically. Every step. Every detail. Every expression. He wanted it perfect. And it wasn’t only dancing.
Jihoon was constantly doing something. Studying, learning, practicing. The members would wake up and find him watching videos about another language. “Why are you learning another language at 3 AM?”
Jihoon looked up. “Because I wanted to.”
“Jihoon, normal people sleep.”
“I slept.”
“When?”
“…Yesterday.”
The members just stared.
Then there was his teasing. Nobody escaped. Nobody. Especially the members. “Kyungmin, why do you walk like that?”
“Hyung!”
“Dohoon, are you sure you checked the lyrics?”
“Jihoon…”
Even when everyone was tired, Jihoon somehow found energy to bother them. “You have too much energy,” Hanjin complained.
Jihoon smiled proudly. “I know.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“I know.”
The members tried everything. “Sleep more.”
“No.”
“Take a break.”
“No.”
“Stop practicing.”
“No.”
“Please listen to us.”
“No.”
They eventually accepted it. Jihoon was stubborn. Very stubborn.
Until Y/N came.
And everyone discovered something shocking. Jihoon actually knew how to listen.
One night, the members were leaving the practice room when they saw Jihoon still inside. Again. Shinyu opened the door. “Jihoon.”
No response. “Jihoon.”
Still nothing. The music was too loud. So he walked closer. “Your girlfriend is calling.”
Immediately, he stop the music. Everyone froze. Jihoon turned around. “What?”
Dohoon blinked. “Wait.” He looked at the others. “Did he just stop?”
Hanjin looked equally shocked. “Without arguing?”
Jihoon picked up the phone. “Hi.” His voice instantly softened.
A complete contrast from the person who was annoying everyone five minutes ago.
The members watched as his expression changed.
“Yes, I ate.” A pause. “No, I’m not lying.” Another pause. “…Okay, maybe I didn’t finish.”
The members looked at each other. Because somehow she knew. She always knew. After the call ended, Jihoon grabbed his bag.
“I'm leaving.”
Everyone stared.
“Wait.” Kyungmin pointed at him. “Y/N told you to leave, didn’t she?”
Jihoon avoided eye contact. “She said I should rest.”
“And you listened?”
“Yes.”
The room went silent. From then on, the members started noticing.
If they told Jihoon to sleep? He ignored them.
If Y/N told him to sleep? He was already brushing his teeth.
If they told him to eat properly? “I’m fine.”
If Y/N asked: “Did you eat a proper meal?”
Suddenly: “I’ll go make something.”
One day, the members finally confronted him. “You know you’re ridiculous, right?”
Jihoon looked confused. “What?”
“You never listen to us.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is.”
“But you listen to Y/N.”
Jihoon went quiet. Then smiled. “Yeah.”
The members expected some kind of excuse. But he just shrugged. “She worries about me.”
Simple.
That was his reason.
Later that night, Y/N came to visit him. She found him sitting on the couch, stretching. “You practiced less today.”
Jihoon looked at her. “Because you told me not to overdo it.”
She smiled. “You actually listened?”
He looked offended. “I always listen to you.”
“You definitely don’t always.” Jihoon laughed. But he knew she was right. Because Y/N wasn’t forcing him to change. She was the person who reminded him that he didn’t have to prove himself every second.
The members noticed something. Jihoon wasn’t less hardworking because of Y/N. He was still the same passionate person. Still practicing. Still learning. Still teasing everyone.
But now…
He knew when to stop.
Because there was someone waiting for him. Someone who cared more about him being okay than him being perfect. And everyone agreed:
The only person who could defeat Jihoon’s stubbornness,
Dohoon hated that he was starting to forget. Not Y/N. Never her.
But the little things.
The exact sound of her laugh. The way she would look at him when she was pretending not to care. The tiny habits he knew better than anyone. Because everyone else said she didn’t exist.
His members looked at him strangely whenever he mentioned her.
His managers thought he was just exhausted.
His phone was empty.
Photos gone.
Messages gone.
Every trace of her disappeared like she had never been part of his life.
But Dohoon knew.
He knew the feeling of holding her hand. He knew the feeling of waiting for her after practice. He knew the way she would sneak into the practice room just to bring him food because she knew he forgot to eat.
So he searched.
Even when people told him to rest. Even when his schedule became impossible. Between rehearsals, filming, and late nights, he looked everywhere. Maybe it was a cafe they visited. Maybe it was a street they always walked together. Maybe it was somewhere their memories still existed.
But nothing.
Until exhaustion finally won.
When Dohoon opened his eyes… The first thing he heard was music. Loud music.
The second thing he felt was the hard floor beneath him. The practice room. His old practice room. Before debut. Before everything.
He sat up confused.
“Why am I here…?”
And then, the door opened. A girl stepped inside. “Ah—sorry!”
Dohoon froze.
Because there she was.
Y/N.
Younger. Back when she was a trainee. Holding a bag to her chest with a nervous expression.
“I thought this room was empty…”
His heart started beating so fast it almost hurt. Because this was the exact moment he first met her. The moment he accidentally fell in love.
But she didn’t know him yet. She didn’t know the nights he spent talking to her. She didn’t know the memories they made. She didn’t know she was the person he had been searching for.
To her…
He was just a tired trainee sitting on the practice room floor.
“Are you okay?” Her question was the exact same. The first words she ever said to him. Dohoon stared.
Then quietly smiled. “Yeah.”
But this time, he added something different. “I’m just happy you came in.”
Days then pass by -and at first, Y/N thought he was strange. Because Dohoon kept appearing everywhere. Not in a creepy way. Just…
Conveniently.
She needed help carrying things?
He was there.
She stayed late practicing?
He happened to bring her a drink.
She forgot to eat?
Somehow, a meal appeared beside her.
“Do you always take care of everyone like this?” She asked one night.
Dohoon looked up. “No.”
“Then why me?” He smiled.
Because he wanted to say:
Because I love you.
Because I already lost you once. Because I spent a whole day thinking the world erased you. Because I know exactly how precious every moment with you is. But he couldn’t. So he just said:
“Because you look like someone who forgets to take care of yourself.”
And she laughed.
That laugh. The same one he loves to listen to..
Weeks passed. And slowly…
She started looking for him too. She would walk into the practice room and ask: “Are you here?”
She started saving him snacks. She started telling him about her day. She started smiling whenever he walked in. Just like before. But this time he wasn’t trying to bring back old memories.
He was making new ones.
Because Dohoon realized something. Maybe he didn’t need her to remember the past. Maybe he just needed another chance. One night, after practice, Y/N sat beside him.
“Can I ask something?”
“Yeah?”
“Why do I feel like I’ve known you forever?”
Dohoon went quiet.
The room was silent except for the music playing softly in the background. “I don’t know.” A small smile appeared on his face. “Maybe we were just meant to meet more than once.”
Y/N looked at him. And something in her heart moved. Because she didn’t remember loving him. She didn’t remember their dates. She didn’t remember all the little moments. But somehow, she trusted him. She felt safe with him.
And slowly, without realizing it, she fell for him again.
Then one day Dohoon came home exhausted after a date with her, his eyes opened on the couch. His phone was still in his hand. And his first thought was: Y/N.
He immediately sat up.
“Babe?”
His breath stopped. She was standing there. Real. Looking at him like he was crazy.
“You look like you haven’t slept in days.”
He stared at her. Then suddenly laughed. Not because it was funny. Because he finally understood.
His efforts weren’t wasted.
All the love.
All the searching.
All the memories.
They weren’t gone.
Because even if the world took away every single proof that she was his. He could still make her choose him again. And this time, he would make even more memories for her to keep.
Shinyu didn’t rush. That was the first thing everyone noticed. Because the old Shinyu — the one who remembered being with Y/N — knew every little thing about her.
He knew how she liked her coffee.
He knew when she was pretending to be okay.
He knew the exact way she smiled when she was trying not to laugh.
But now?
He had to pretend he didn’t. So he started from zero.
“Do you always sit by the window?”
Y/N looked up from her drink. “Hm?”
“I don’t know. You just seem like someone who would.”
She laughed. “That’s such a weird observation.”
But she smiled. And that was enough. He didn’t tell her that in a few years, that exact smile was the reason he fell for her.
Instead, he let her discover him again. Slow conversations. Quiet walks. Little moments.
Until one day she looked at him and said: “Why does it feel like you already know me?”
Shinyu smiled softly.
“Maybe I just want to.”
~’Dohoon
Dohoon was probably the hardest one. Because he remembered the version of Y/N who was already comfortable with him.
The Y/N who would walk into his room without knocking.
The Y/N who would steal his food.
The Y/N who knew exactly when he needed cheering up.
Now she was standing in front of him, politely asking: “Is it okay if I sit here?”
And he almost laughed because
You used to steal my entire seat.
But he held it in. “Yeah. Of course.”
He slowly rebuilt everything. He invited her to practice. Showed her his favorite songs. Made her laugh until she forgot to be shy around him.
Then one day, she caught him staring. “What?”
Dohoon looked away. “Nothing.”
“You’re lying.”
He smiled. “I just thought… I’m glad I met you.”
And even though she didn’t remember the past…
Her heart still reacted the same.
~’Youngjae
Youngjae struggled the most with accepting that he had to start over.
Because he remembered falling for her. The exact moment, feeling, and exact person.
But Y/N now had no idea. So he did what he always did. He cared. Not dramatically. Just quietly.
He remembered to bring her food when she was busy.
He listened when she talked.
He checked if she got home safely.
One day she teased him: “You’re weirdly nice to me.”
Youngjae smiled. “Is that a bad thing?”
“No.” She looked away. “It’s just… it feels familiar.”
His heart skipped. “Really?”
She nodded.
“Like I’ve known you longer than I actually have.”
And Youngjae just smiled.
Because maybe memories disappeared…
But feelings didn’t.
~’Hanjin
Hanjin was the most sentimental. Because to him…
Y/N wasn’t someone new. She was someone he had waited for.
The girl he liked in high school.
The girl he found again years later.
The girl he loved.
So when he met her again, he didn’t try to impress her. He just wanted to be around her. Like before. “Do you want to walk home together?”
She looked surprised. “We live in opposite directions.”
“I know.”
“Then why?”
Hanjin smiled. “Because I want more time with you.”
Simple.
Honest.
The same way he had always been. And slowly…
Y/N started choosing him too.
~’Jihoon
Jihoon acted like he wasn’t affected. He joked. He teased. He acted normal. But everyone knew, he was terrified of something.
Because he remembered having someone who knew him better than anyone.
And now he had to introduce himself again. “Hi, I’m Jihoon.”
Y/N laughed. “I know.”
He froze. “You do?”
“Obviously. You’re famous.”
He smiled. “Right.”
But then he added quietly: “But I want you to know me.”
Not the person on stage. Not the person everyone saw. Just him. So he showed her.
His silly side.
His tired side.
His childish side.
And eventually, she became comfortable enough to tease him back.
Just like she used to.
~’Kyungmin
Kyungmin remembered the first time she protected him. So this time…
He wanted to be the one protecting her. He noticed small things.
When she was tired.
When she was uncomfortable.
When she needed someone.
But he didn’t make it obvious. Because the old Kyungmin knew Y/N hated feeling like a burden.
One day, she asked: “Why do you always notice things about me?”
He smiled. “Because you’re important.”
She looked at him. “You say things like we’re close.”
Kyungmin laughed softly. “Maybe I want us to be.”
And that was the moment she realized…
Maybe she didn’t remember loving him. But she was starting to.
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Similar scenario to before, but how would TWS react to losing y/n one day, to the point no one remembers her and somehow magically able to travel back in time?:
The strangest thing wasn’t that Y/N wasn’t answering. It was that nobody knew who she was. At first, he thought she was just busy.
A few missed calls became a few hours of silence. A few hours became a whole day. He checked everything again and again. The messages. The photos. The little reminders of her existence.
But when he asked around…
Nothing.
“Y/N? Who’s that?”
The question made his stomach drop.
His members looked confused.
His friends looked confused.
Even when he contacted her family, they acted as if the name belonged to someone they had never heard of.
It felt like the world had quietly erased one person, and somehow he was the only one who remembered.
He searched until his eyes burned.
Until his body finally gave up.
He sat on the couch, phone still in his hand, refusing to stop looking.
“I’ll find you,” he whispered, exhausted. “I know you’re real.”
And then…
Darkness.
~'Shinyu
A familiar sound. A classroom. The scratching of pencils. Shinyu slowly lifted his head from the desk, confused. “Shinyu, are you sleeping again?”
The teacher’s voice made him immediately sit up. The classroom laughed. He rubbed his eyes, embarrassed, before looking around. And then he saw her.
A girl sitting near the window.
Y/N.
She wasn’t doing anything special. Just writing notes, occasionally looking outside with a quiet expression. But something about that moment stayed with him. The sunlight. The sound of the classroom. The feeling that this was the beginning of something he hadn’t understood yet.
The teacher called his name again.
But Shinyu wasn’t listening.
Because for the first time, he noticed the person who would later become the person he searched the whole world for.
~’Dohoon
The sound of footsteps woke him up. Dohoon opened his eyes inside the practice room, confused. He had fallen asleep after practicing for hours. The lights were still on. The music was still paused. And then
“Ah!”
A voice. A girl standing by the door. She looked just as surprised as him.
“I’m sorry! I thought this room was empty.”
Dohoon stared. A trainee. Someone he had seen before. She quickly bowed and apologized, but he just sat there quietly, still waking up. “It’s okay.”
That was all he said. But he remembered. The way she looked nervous. The way she smiled awkwardly.
The way a random accident became the first page of a story neither of them expected.
~’Youngjae
“Hey, come say hi.”
Youngjae looked up during the gathering. A familiar idol friend was introducing someone “My younger sister.”
And there she was. Y/N. Confident and probably around his age. She greeted everyone politely, unaware that Youngjae had suddenly gone quiet.
Because somehow…
The noisy room became quieter. The conversations around him faded. He only noticed one thing. Her smile.
He didn’t know why that tiny moment stayed in his memory.
It was always that moment.
A simple introduction.
A simple greeting.
The start of something unforgettable.
~’Hanjin
“Wake up! We’re leaving soon!”
Hanjin blinked awake during the college reunion. He looked around, still half asleep. Old classmates. Old stories. Old memories.
Until someone called out:
“Wait… isn’t that Y/N?”
His eyes immediately moved. And there she was. The person he remembered from high school. The person he never forgot. The person who he had shared countless years to be with before she went missing.
Now she was standing right in front of him again.
She laughed at something a friend said. And Hanjin realized something. Some feelings didn’t disappear.
~’Jihoon
“Wake up!”
A smack on his shoulder. Jihoon groaned. “Why are you hitting me?”
His older sister rolled her eyes. “Because we have guests!”
He sat up, still annoyed. Until he walked into the living room. And stopped. There was a girl sitting there. The girl.
Y/N.
She greeted him politely. “Hi.”
A simple word. But somehow, he remembered it. This was exactly like their first meeting. The first conversation. The first time someone new entered his life and slowly became someone important.
~’Kyungmin
“Kyungmin, hurry up. We’re leaving.”
He was confused where and how he got to be at school but still stood up from his desk. Immediately though, he got surrounded.
“Can I get your autograph?”
“Can we take a picture?”
Everyone crowded around him. He was used to attention, but sometimes it was overwhelming. Before he could say anything
“Move.” A voice cut through. Everyone turned. Y/N stood there, looking annoyed. “He’s trying to leave. Give him some space.”
The classmates immediately backed away. Kyungmin stared. Nobody usually stepped in like that. Especially not for him.
She looked back at him. “You okay?”
And somehow, that question mattered more than anything else. Because before she was someone special to him…
Think about this way, your in a relationship with kickflip, but suddenly you disappear and somehow kickflip travels back in time.
~'Kyehoon
At first, Kyehoon thinks you’re just asleep. Then maybe busy. Then maybe ignoring him because he forgot replying to your texts again after practice 😭
But after twelve hours, something starts feeling wrong.
Your messages don’t deliver.
Calls immediately fail.
Your private account disappears.
And the weirdest part?
Nobody knows who you are.
Actually—
no.
Not weird.
Terrifying.
Kyehoon is standing in the company hallway gripping his phone while staring at your contact like it personally betrayed him.
“Hyung, do you know Y/n?”
The staff member blinks. “…Who?”
At first he laughs. Because obviously they know you. You’re literally the creative director he worked with for almost two years.
The girl who argued with him over stage outfits.
The girl who stayed up with him fixing concepts at 3 a.m.
The girl he loved enough to imagine a future with.
But then another staff member looks confused too.
Then another.
Then another.
Until eventually Kyehoon feels genuinely sick. “No, seriously.” His voice cracks slightly now. “She works here.”
But when they search the employee list—
nothing.
No photos.
No files.
No existence.
Kyehoon stops functioning properly after that. He searches everywhere. Your apartment?
Empty.
Social media?
Gone.
Even your FAMILY looks confused when he desperately asks about you. “We don’t know anyone by that name.”
That sentence nearly destroys him 😭 Because suddenly it feels like he hallucinated your entire existence. Except he remembers everything too clearly.
The way you laughed when angry.
The way you stole his hoodies.
The exact shade of eyeliner you liked using on him.
No fake memory could feel this real.
Days blur together after that. He stops sleeping properly. Stops eating properly. Keeps searching anyway.
Until eventually exhaustion forces him unconscious at the company studio.
And then—
“Excuse me?”
Kyehoon’s eyes snap open immediately.
Bright meeting room lights.
Cold coffee smell.
Papers scattered across the table.
Someone’s standing across from him holding concept sketches. You. Alive. Real. Looking slightly annoyed 😭
“You asked for my opinion and then fell asleep.”
Kyehoon just stares.
It’s you.
Not girlfriend-you.
Not hoodie-wearing sleepy-you.
Creative director Y/n.
The first day he ever met you. You tilt your head. “…Are you okay?”
Kyehoon stands so suddenly his chair nearly falls over. Then before you can react, he grabs your face with both hands like he needs physical proof you’re real. You freeze immediately. “…Kyehoon?”
His breathing sounds shaky. “You’re real.”
“What???”
“You’re REAL.”
Meanwhile you’re staring at him like he lost his mind. Which honestly?
He probably did. Because after days of losing you, seeing you again feels unbearable. So before you can say anything else, Kyehoon suddenly pulls you into a hug so tight you squeak 😭
And honestly?
That’s probably the exact moment he falls in love with you all over again.
~'Amaru
Amaru notices first because mornings become too quiet.
No sleepy texts.
No random café pictures.
No:
“come visit me after practice :(”
Nothing. At first he smiles tiredly while typing: busy today?
Undelivered. Then slowly the uneasiness begins. Your café account disappears. Your number stops existing. Even the café itself doesn’t know you.
Amaru physically goes there after schedules despite exhaustion weighing on his body. The small bookstore café still smells the same.
Warm bread.
Coffee beans.
Rain against windows.
But when he asks about you “Sorry, we don’t have anyone working here by that name.”
Amaru’s stomach drops instantly. “No, she works here, she always works evening shifts.”
The barista looks genuinely concerned now. “I think you’re mistaken.”
That sentence breaks something inside him, because suddenly he realizes:
every trace of you is disappearing except inside HIS head.
Amaru spends days wandering places connected to you.
Bus stops.
Study cafés.
The riverside path you liked walking.
Nothing. Nobody remembers. Eventually he becomes desperate enough to question himself. Did he make you up? No. Impossible. Because fake people don’t leave this much love behind.
The exhaustion finally hits one night while he’s sitting outside the closed bookstore café alone.
And when he falls asleep the soft ringing of a café bell wakes him. Amaru blinks slowly. Warm café lighting, quiet music, bookshelves. He was sitting in front of the door, by the sidewalk.
Then:
“Welcome in!”
He looks up immediately.
And there you are.
Wearing the café apron.
Holding menus.
Completely alive 😭
The first day he ever visited the bookstore café. You smile politely at him. “Table for one?”
Amaru literally stops breathing. Because after losing you completely—
seeing you again hurts almost physically. You notice his expression immediately. “…Sir?”
Then suddenly Amaru stands and walks directly toward you. Fast enough that you step back in confusion. “What—” And then he hugs you 😭
Right there in the middle of the café. Tightly and desperately.
Meanwhile you’re frozen in complete shock while this stranger clings onto you like he’s been searching for you for years.
Which technically,
he has.
~'Donghwa
Donghwa notices your disappearance quietly. Too quietly. At first he simply thinks: “She’s busy.”
Then:
“She’s resting.”
Then eventually:
"something is wrong."
Because you ALWAYS answer him eventually. Always.
But now? Nothing.
No texts.
No calls.
No existence.
And honestly? Donghwa handles it the worst internally.
Because unlike others, he stays calm outwardly. Which makes it scarier 😭
He searches methodically.
Carefully.
Relentlessly.
But every answer becomes:
“Who?”
Even your school records disappear. The junior he loved suddenly never existed. And for the first time in years, Donghwa genuinely feels helpless.
One night after searching until sunrise, he finally collapses asleep at the dorm. Then suddenly—
“A junior’s waiting by the door with Valentine’s chocolates for you.”
Donghwa freezes instantly. No. No way. He’s moving before thinking. Running towards to door so fast everyone stares. Then he sees you standing there nervously in your school uniform holding a tiny gift bag 😭
Wind brushing your hair slightly while you avoid eye contact shyly. The first day you confessed to him. And honestly?
Donghwa nearly breaks right there.
Because after losing you completely, this version of you feels painfully precious. You look up nervously. “…Sunbae?”
Then suddenly Donghwa walks straight toward you and pulls you into his arms 😭 The gift bag gets squished awkwardly between you both.
Meanwhile you’re completely frozen. “Sunbae???”
Donghwa just holds you tighter.
And quietly, almost shakily—
“I found you.”
~'Juwang
The disappearance destroys Juwang slowly. Because unlike others, there are traces of you everywhere except nobody remembers they’re YOU.
Old performances exist.
Your group exists.
But somehow every video with you becomes faceless. Blank. Like the world erased only you.
Juwang stops sleeping after that. He searches interviews obsessively, Old clips and old award shows.
Nothing.
Until eventually exhaustion knocks him unconscious with his phone still in hand.
Then suddenly—
LOUD notification sounds wake him.
Juwang groans before grabbing his phone sleepily. And freezes.
Because every headline says:
“(group name) Y/N GOES VIRAL FOR CONFESSING SHE LIKES KICKFLIP.”
His heart stops. Immediately he sits upright. Then searches frantically. And there you are. Alive. Smiling brightly during a radio show while shyly admitting: “I think my favorite group recently is KickFlip…"
The clip that started everything.
The first time he ever noticed you.
Juwang stares at the screen silently for a long time. Then suddenly laughs. Actually laughs
Because after days of believing he lost you forever, there you are again.
Existing. Breathing. Embarrassingly adorable.
Then quietly, while staring at your smiling face on screen, he whispers:
“There you are.”
And honestly?
He falls asleep again afterward smiling for the first time in days, hoping to repeat your history together.
~'Minje
Minje refuses accepting your disappearance. Refuses.
Even when your number disappears.
Even when nobody remembers you.
“No.”
He keeps searching anyway. Annoyingly, stubbornly, desperately.
Because there’s no way the girl who spent years annoying and loving him suddenly vanished from reality.
Absolutely not.
But eventually exhaustion wins. And when he finally falls asleep—
You’re running toward him horrified while holding a basketball 😭
The first day he fell in love with his childhood best friend.
Minje just stares.
Meanwhile you look increasingly panicked.
“Are you okay???”
Then suddenly Minje starts laughing 😭
Actually laughing so hard you get confused, probably finding him crazy.
Because after days of searching for you, the universe really brought you back by THROWING A BASKETBALL AT HIM AGAIN 😭
“You hit like a truck.”
“…What?”
And before you can react properly, Minje grabs your shoulders dramatically.
“You’re real.”
“…Should I call the nurse?”
Honestly?
Valid reaction 😭
~'Keiju
Keiju notices your disappearance in silence. No panic. No yelling. Just slowly growing heartbreak. Because every place connected to you becomes emptier. And nobody remembers why. Eventually he stops talking much at all.
Until one night his friends drag him out despite his exhaustion. “You need air.”
Keiju barely listens honestly. Then the café door opens. And he sees you sitting there laughing with someone at the table. Alive. Warm. Real 😭
It feels as if it was first night he ever saw you.
Keiju genuinely freezes in the doorway. Meanwhile you glance over casually then pause. Because the pretty stranger near the entrance suddenly looks emotional 😭
His friends are confused too. “Keiju?”
But he can’t answer. Because after losing you completely, seeing you again feels like finally breathing after drowning. Then quietly, almost unbelievably soft, he whispers:
“…Found you.”
~'Donghyeon
Donghyeon breaks the most emotionally 😭
Because every memory of you is tied into his entire youth. So when you disappear, it feels like pieces of HIS life disappear too. School memories feel wrong. Hallways feel emptier. Even old songs he wrote for you hurts.
And worst of all?
Nobody remembers the girl who grew up beside him. Eventually exhaustion forces him asleep at his desk. Then suddenly—
Warm sunlight wakes him.
Donghyeon blinks slowly.
Classroom noises.
Teachers talking.
Students laughing.
Then he looks toward the window.
And there you are 😭
Standing outside the classroom while talking to friends, sunlight catching your hair while wind brushes against your smile softly.
The exact moment he first thought: “She’s beautiful.”
Donghyeon just stares. Completely silent.
Meanwhile you accidentally glance toward the classroom then smile politely after noticing him staring. His cheeks hits up, that smile genuinely almost kills him.
Because after losing you completely, something as small as your smile feels priceless now. Then suddenly he stands up so quickly his classmates jump. “Where are you going??”
Donghyeon ignores them completely. Already heading toward the classroom door. Because this time,
Your replies become shorter than usual. A little slower too. Instead of your normal paragraphs or random updates throughout the day, you only send quick responses that feel distracted somehow.
Then suddenly—
nothing.
No replies.
No calls.
No updates at all.
At first Donghwa assumes you’re busy. Maybe studying. Maybe your phone died. But after another hour passes, something uncomfortable starts settling in his chest.
Because you always answer eventually. Especially him. So he calls. Straight to voicemail. Once. Twice. Three times. Still nothing.
By evening, the uneasy feeling has turned into something much worse.
Your friends haven’t heard from you either. Nobody knows where you went after class. Nobody remembers seeing you leave campus properly.
And suddenly Donghwa can’t breathe normally anymore.
Because now it doesn’t feel like bad texting.
Now it feels wrong.
The worst part is how quickly his mind starts spiraling after that. Every possibility becomes more terrifying than the last. Did something happen to you? Were you hurt somewhere? Were you alone?
By the time night falls, Donghwa has already searched half the city.
Train stations.
Bus stops.
Your favorite café.
The convenience store near your apartment.
Nothing.
His chest feels tight from stress alone. He hasn’t eaten. Barely sat down. Every time his phone vibrates, his heart jumps painfully before crashing again when it isn’t you.
And honestly?
The fear starts turning into frustration too. Not because he’s angry at you. But because he’s terrified and doesn’t know what to do with it. So it sits under his skin sharp and restless while he keeps searching. Then finally—
he sees you.
You’re sitting near the lost-and-found office inside one of the train stations, curled against the wall with your bag clutched tightly to your chest. You look exhausted. Hair messy. Eyes tired and red like you’ve been crying for hours.
The second Donghwa spots you, relief crashes into him so hard it almost hurts.
But immediately after comes anger.
Fast.
Overwhelming.
Emotional.
“There you are.”
His voice makes you look up instantly.
The moment you see him, your expression falls completely. “…Donghwa.”
He walks toward you quickly, stopping right in front of where you’re sitting. “Where have you been?”
His voice is low. Controlled. But there’s enough tension underneath it to make your chest tighten immediately.
You lower your head fast. “I’m sorry.”
“You disappeared for almost an entire day.”
“I know…”
“No one could contact you.”
Each sentence comes out sharper than the last, and honestly, that hurts more because Donghwa rarely sounds genuinely upset with you. “I was looking for something,” you mumble quietly.
“What thing was important enough to vanish over?”
The question comes out harsher than he means it to. Your fingers tighten around your bag before you slowly open it. Then carefully, you pull out a small ripped gift pouch. Donghwa recognizes it instantly.
The necklace he gave you months ago.
His expression changes immediately.
“…You lost it?”
You nod weakly.
“It fell off earlier.” Your voice shakes halfway through the sentence. “I kept retracing my steps trying to find it, and then my phone died, and I thought maybe if I searched longer I could—”
Suddenly you stop talking because your eyes are already filling again. “I’m sorry.”
The second your voice cracks, Donghwa’s anger breaks apart completely. Because only now does he fully understand what happened. You’ve been searching alone all day.
The realization hits him so hard it makes his chest ache.
Donghwa closes his eyes briefly before dragging a tired hand over his face. When he speaks again, his voice sounds entirely different. Softer. “…Hey.”
You still can’t look at him properly. “I didn’t mean to lose it.”
“I know.”
“It was special…”
“I know.”
The gentleness in his tone makes tears spill over immediately. And the second he sees you crying, his entire expression softens with guilt.
“Hey, no, don’t cry.”
Donghwa crouches down in front of you instantly, reaching up to wipe beneath your eyes carefully with his thumb.
“But you’re mad at me.”
The sentence makes his face fall completely.
“I’m not mad because you lost the necklace.”
You finally glance at him then. Donghwa sighs quietly before brushing your hair back gently. “I’m upset because you disappeared alone all day.”
His voice lowers even more. “I thought something happened to you.”
The honesty in his expression hurts far worse than anger ever could. Only now, seeing him this close, do you realize how awful he looks too. His hair is messy from rushing around everywhere. His eyes look exhausted. He’s still breathing slightly hard like he came here as fast as possible.
“You searched for me that long?” you ask quietly.
Donghwa gives you a look like the answer should be obvious. “Of course I did.”
Fresh guilt crashes over you immediately. “I’m really sorry.”
This time he just exhales softly.
Then suddenly he reaches forward and pulls you into him.
Firmly.
One arm wraps tightly around your shoulders while the other settles protectively against the back of your head, and the second he hugs you properly, you realize how shaken he actually is. Because his grip tightens instinctively. Like he needs to physically reassure himself that you’re really here.
“You scared me.”
His voice comes out muffled against your hair now. No frustration left. Just relief and lingering fear. You clutch weakly onto the front of his hoodie. “I thought you’d hate me for losing it.”
Donghwa immediately pulls back enough to look at you properly again, his brows pulling together in disbelief.
“Y/n.” His voice softens so much it almost hurts. “I would never care about an object more than you.”
That sentence completely breaks whatever composure you had left.
Fresh tears spill out instantly, and Donghwa sighs quietly before wiping them away again with endless patience.
“You really thought I’d rather have you wandering around alone all day than lose a necklace?”
“It mattered because it was from you…”
His expression melts completely after hearing that. “I know.” His hand slides gently through your hair. “But you matter more.”
The two of you stay like that for a while afterward. Donghwa crouched in front of you, rubbing slow circles against your back while you calm down enough to breathe properly again.
And honestly?
The more he thinks about you searching alone all day, skipping meals, crying over something because you loved him that much—
the less angry he feels.
Instead, all that frustration turns into protectiveness. “You didn’t eat today, did you?” You go quiet immediately. Donghwa stares at you. “…You didn’t.”
“I forgot.”
“You forgot because you were panicking.” He sighs deeply again before standing up and holding his hand out toward you. “Come on.”
You blink up at him.
“Where are we going?”
“Food first.”
“But the necklace—”
“We’ll search tomorrow.”
His tone leaves no room for argument this time.
Then softer:
“I’m not letting you stay here crying over this anymore.”
Something about the way he says it makes warmth spread painfully through your chest. Even when he’s upset, Donghwa’s first instinct is still taking care of you. You slowly place your hand in his, and immediately his fingers close around yours securely.
On the walk back, you quietly hook your pinky tighter around his hand. “…Are you still mad?”
Donghwa glances sideways at you. For a moment he says nothing. Then he intertwines your fingers fully instead. “I’m still upset,” he admits honestly.
Your shoulders fall slightly.
But before you can apologize again, his thumb gently rubs against your knuckles. “At the situation.”
Not you.
That part goes unspoken.
But the way he keeps pulling you slightly closer whenever crowds pass by says it clearly enough anyway. 🫶
~'Kyehoon first fall because you match him. Despite you working as his creative director, You tease him back instead of getting flustered.
You don’t get intimidated by him.
You know how to make him laugh without trying too hard.
At first, he thinks you’re just fun to be around. Then suddenly he realizes:
…wait, why is he always looking for you first in a room?
He falls hardest when he notices you understand him even during his quieter moods.
Because Kyehoon jokes a lot.
Teases a lot.
Acts confident a lot.
But you notice the moments he’s actually tired.
And instead of demanding energy from him, you simply stay beside him naturally.
That’s when he starts thinking:
Oh. I’m falling for her.
But when you actually become into a relationship, what makes him fall even deeper is how safe your relationship feels.
No pressure to act perfect.
No pretending.
No exhausting guessing games.
He realizes he’s fully in love when he notices you’ve become part of his everyday habits naturally.
Sending you pictures automatically.
Saving snacks for you.
Thinking “Y/n would laugh at this.”
And honestly?
The thing that destroys him most is when you continue loving him even during his less lovable moods. When he’s irritated, tired, quiet.
And you still stay.
That’s when it stops feeling like a crush to him. It starts feeling permanent.
~'Amaru falls for your gentleness first. From the very first moment he enters your cafe, he fell for your attentiveness.
The kind where you naturally take care of people without expecting praise for it. Helping someone quietly. Remembering little details. Checking if everyone was fine.
He notices all of it. And honestly? The moment he realizes you’re just as kind to him when nobody’s watching, he’s done for.
Because a lot of people only pay attention to idols when it benefits them. But you care about him like he’s just… a person. That affects him deeply.
After dating, he falls harder because of your emotional maturity.
The way you communicate.
The way you try to understand him instead of “winning.”
The way you notice when he’s overwhelmed before he says anything.
Amaru realizes he’s deeply in love when he catches himself feeling calmer around you. Like being with you feels like resting emotionally. He treasures that more than dramatic romance.
To him, real love feels peaceful. And you become his favorite kind of peace.
~'Donghwa falls for reliability first. Not in a boring way. But in the sense that you feel emotionally steady. Since the day he got along with you as a junior, it didnt felt like you were playing games with his feelings. You’re sincere. You mean what you say.
And because Donghwa himself is very attentive emotionally, he notices authenticity immediately. The real turning point though? Is when he realizes you care for him too.
Not “Donghwa from KickFlip.”
Just… him.
Checking if he rested.
Listening when he talks seriously.
Paying attention to his moods.
The first time he realizes you memorized little things about him without making a big deal out of it? Yeah. Finished 😭
After dating, he falls deeper through vulnerability. Specifically when you trust him enough to stop pretending you’re okay all the time. Because he knows how hard it is for people to show ugly emotions honestly.
So when you cry in front of him.
When you admit fears.
When you lean on him instead of hiding everything, he feels trusted. Needed. And Donghwa loves deeply through responsibility.
The moment he realizes:
I want to protect this person for a very long time.
That’s when he fully falls in love.
~'Juwang falls for warmth.
You’re the kind of person who makes conversations feel easy. No pressure, no awkwardness, no need to force things. And because he’s naturally a bit shy emotionally, he gets attached to how comfortable you make him feel.
The biggest thing though? You initiate affection emotionally first. Not necessarily physically. But you reassure him openly, praise him naturally and include him.
And slowly he realizes:
…he starts waiting for your messages more than anyone else’s 😭
After dating, he falls deeper because of how affectionate you are with him specifically.
The way you cling to his arm.
Randomly hug him.
Look happy just seeing him.
At first he gets flustered constantly. But over time? That affection becomes something he emotionally depends on.
And honestly, the thing that makes him fall hardest is when you continue choosing him openly. Proudly. Loving him without hesitation.
It makes him feel secure in ways he didn’t realize he needed.
~'Minje couldn't believe things could happen with his best friend but somehow he falls because you make him feel funnier than he actually is.
You laugh at his jokes.
Match his energy.
Play along with his dramatic behavior.
And because of that, he starts associating you with comfort immediately. But deeper than that he notices you never make him feel “too much.”
Even when he’s loud.
Chaotic.
Extra.
You genuinely enjoy him. That means everything to him honestly.
After dating, Minje falls harder because you see through him. Like REALLY see through him.
You notice when his humor is hiding stress.
When he’s overthinking.
When he’s insecure underneath confidence.
And instead of judging him? You care for him softly anyway. That’s what fully gets him.
Because underneath all the teasing and chaos, Minje wants someone who understands him emotionally too.
And once he realizes you do?
He’s obsessed 😭
~'Keiju falls for kindness first too—but specifically gentle kindness.
The kind where you handle people carefully.
You listen fully when someone talks.
You comfort naturally.
You pay attention to emotions.
And Keiju, being emotionally soft himself, gets attached quickly to how safe you feel. The biggest moment though? Seeing you comfort someone else. Not for attention. Not because anyone asked. Just because that’s naturally who you are.
That’s when he starts looking at you differently.
And since he dated you, Keiju falls deeper because of emotional intimacy.
Late-night talks.
Quiet moments.
The way you let him see vulnerable parts of yourself.
He falls hardest every time you trust him emotionally. Because Keiju loves feeling emotionally close to someone. Not surface-level closeness. Real closeness.
And the more you let him into your inner world, the more he falls in love. Especially when you still choose softness despite how hard life can get.
He admires that endlessly.
~'Donghyeon doesnt want to admit but he really did falls because of your beauty, but then the way you comfort him makes him stayed. You make him feel relaxed naturally. No pressure to impress you. No exhausting expectations. Just… easy.
And because he’s very observant emotionally, he notices how differently he acts around you compared to others.
Softer.
Calmer.
More honest.
The real moment he falls though? When he realizes you notice him too. Not just when he’s funny or charming. But when he’s tired. Quiet. Overthinking. You pay attention carefully.
After dating, Donghyeon falls harder because of domestic affection. Not even huge romantic gestures. Just small things.
You fixing his hair absentmindedly.
Waiting for him to come home.
Falling asleep beside him.
Holding onto him quietly when tired.
Those tiny moments ruin him emotionally 😭
Because suddenly love stops feeling exciting in a temporary way. It starts feeling like home. And once Donghyeon starts associating you with home?
Who folds first vs who gets stubborn during arguments?
~'Kyehoon doesn’t want to fold first.
Not in a prideful way—more like he struggles to switch out of that teasing, defensive habit. He might joke lightly at first, trying to ease tension—but if you don’t respond, he gets quieter. He won’t immediately apologize again… but he stays close. Lingers.
And eventually-
“…You’re still mad?”
That’s when you know he’s softening. He just needs a little time to drop his guard.
~'Amaru doesn’t rush to fix it instantly, but he doesn’t drag it out either.
He’ll give you space at first, letting emotions settle. But once things calm down, he approaches gently. “Can we talk now?”
He wants to understand your struggle and just hug it out to you telling things are going to be okay to comfort your head and heart.
~'Donghwa as a boyfriend can be composed… and the most stubborn in a quiet way.
Not because he doesn’t care—but because he believes in resolving things properly.
He won’t rush in just to end the argument quickly. He gives space, lets emotions settle, keeps his distance just enough to avoid saying something careless. But when he comes back? It’s intentional. “Let’s talk.”
His tone is calm, steady—not avoiding, not emotional, just grounded. He doesn’t fold quickly… but when he does step in, it’s to fix things for real, not just temporarily.
~'Juwang doesn’t know how to handle arguments perfectly yet. So instead of folding quickly, he kind of… lingers. Quiet. Thinking. Processing. But he won’t leave things unresolved. After a while, he’ll come back, a little hesitant but determined.
“…I don’t like this.”
And that’s his way of folding—choosing you over the discomfort, even if it takes him time.
~'Minje acts like he won’t fold… but he absolutely does 😭
He’ll sit there for a bit, quiet, maybe even pretending to scroll on his phone—but he keeps glancing at you. “…You’re really not gonna talk to me?”
And that’s it. He gives in. “I said I’m sorry…”
Then softer, “Come on…”
He doesn’t last long at all, curling into your lap, pulling your hand on his head to pat before apologizing once again.
~'Keiju cannot handle it 😭
The moment things go quiet and you’re still upset, he’s already soft again. “Are you still mad…?”
He’ll inch closer, voice gentle, eyes searching your face. Even if you don’t respond, he doesn’t push—just stays there, brushing your arm lightly. “I really am sorry…”
He folds fast—not because he’s weak, but because he hates the distance between you more than anything.
~'Donghyeon tries to hold out for like… two minutes.
But the second he sees you still upset, he’s done. “Okay, I messed up. I know.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair before coming closer again, softer this time. “Don’t stay mad, please.”
He’ll start fixing things immediately—adjusting your blanket, sitting close, doing small things just to close the gap again. He can’t stand not being okay with you.
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The first thing Youngjae heard in the morning wasn't his alarm.
It was a tiny voice.
"Appa..."
His eyes slowly opened. The room was still quiet, sunlight barely slipping through the curtains. For a second, he wondered if he was dreaming. Then something small poked his cheek.
"Appa."
Youngjae opened one eye. And there she was. Nari. His little girl. Her hair was messy from sleep, her pajamas slightly wrinkled, and she was standing beside the bed holding her favorite stuffed animal.
He stared at her for a few seconds. Then smiled. "Good morning, princess."
Immediately, Nari climbed onto the bed. Not beside him. Not near him. Straight onto him. Youngjae let out a small laugh when she settled on his chest. "You're heavy now, you know."
Nari ignored him. She just hugged her stuffed animal tighter. "Appa sleep?"
"Yeah."
"Wake up,"
"Because you woke me up." Then she smiled proudly. Youngjae couldn't even pretend to be annoyed. Because honestly? This was his favorite way to wake up. "Okay." He sighed dramatically. "Appa is awake."
And apparently, that meant the day officially started.
Breakfast became a whole event. Youngjae originally planned to make something simple. Toast, eggs, something quick. But Nari had other plans.
"Pink spoon." Youngjae looked at the table.
"The pink spoon?"
She nodded seriously. "Pink spoon."
So he searched through the drawer. Found it. Handed it over. Then two seconds later "Appa, blue cup."
Youngjae looked at Y/N, who was sitting across the table trying not to laugh. "Is she always like this?"
You took a sip of coffee. "She's your daughter."
He looked offended. "What does that mean?"
"You also refuse to drink from the wrong cup."
"..."
A pause. "That's different."
You raised an eyebrow. Nari giggled. And just like that, Youngjae lost the argument.
By the time he had to leave for work, he already knew he was taking her with him. It wasn't supposed to happen. He had planned to drop her off later. But the moment he mentioned leaving "Appa go?" Her little eyebrows immediately frowned. And that was it. Youngjae was done.
"Okay."
He picked her up. "Come with appa."
At the company, everyone immediately noticed. Because Youngjae walked in carrying Nari like she was the most precious thing in the world. Which, to him, she was.
She held onto his finger while walking. Asked questions about everything. Pointed at things she didn't recognize.
"What's that?"
"A camera."
"Why?"
"To film appa."
"Appa famous?"
Youngjae froze. The staff laughed. He looked at her playfully. "Who told you that?"
Nari simply smiled. "No." She didn't even know what she was saying. But Youngjae still felt his heart melt.
During breaks, she sat beside him. Sometimes coloring. Sometimes watching him practice. Sometimes just resting her head against his arm. The members teased him. "You're completely wrapped around her finger."
Youngjae didn't even deny it. "Of course."
"At least pretend."
"Nah," He looked at Nari. She was busy drawing something that was probably supposed to be him. Probably. "She's cute."
And that was enough of an answer.
By the time they got home, Youngjae felt like he had lived three days in one. It wasn't a bad tired. It was the kind that came from laughing too much. Carrying too much. Answering too many tiny questions. But still tiring.
He dropped onto the couch with Nari in his arms. "Appa needs five minutes." Nari immediately looked concerned.
"Sleep?"
"No, no." He laughed. "Just rest."
She thought about it. Then carefully placed her stuffed animal on his lap. "Take care."
Youngjae stared. Then looked at you. You were standing nearby, smiling.
"Did she just tell you to take care of her?"
"I think so." His voice softened. Because somehow his tiny daughter was already taking care of him.
Later that night, after dinner and bath time, Youngjae finally looked exhausted. His hair was messy. His shirt had a tiny stain from dinner. There was a sticker attached to his sleeve that he hadn't noticed.
He looked at you.
"Can you take Nari for a bit?"
You smiled.
"Why?"
"I want to shower."
Reasonable. Simple.
You reached your arms out. "Nari, come to mama."
But instead Nari immediately grabbed Youngjae's collar. Her tiny fingers held onto his shirt. Youngjae blinked. "Nari?"
She shook her head. "No."
You laughed softly. "Nari, appa needs a shower."
"No."
"Why?"
She hugged him tighter. "I want Appa."
And suddenly, Youngjae forgot he was tired. Completely.
Because all day, he had been the one following her. Feeding her, carrying her, taking care of her. But now—
She was the one refusing to let go.
His little girl.
Who had spent the whole day attached to him. He looked at you with the most helpless expression. "She's not letting me go y/nnn."
You crossed your arms, trying not to smile. "Looks like someone missed her appa."
Youngjae looked down at Nari. She was already comfortable again, cheek pressed against his chest. He sighed. "How am I supposed to shower?"
You shrugged. "Not my problem."
He looked betrayed. "You were supposed to help me."
"I was."
"How?"
You walked closer and kissed his cheek.
"By telling you she loves you."
Youngjae looked at Nari again. Then smiled. A tired smile. A happy smile.
The kind that only appeared when he looked at his family.
"Okay." He adjusted Nari in his arms. "Five more minutes."
You laughed. "You said that earlier."
"I know."
"And?"
"And I meant it this time."
You both knew he didn't. Because when Nari curled closer and whispered "Appa favorite." Youngjae immediately gave up.
The shower could wait.
For now, he just held his little girl a little longer. 🤍
Kickflip has been crazy in my Spotify, Youtube and TikTok. Thinks its the most played in April so I wish someone wrote something, I'll go first
Kyehoon
An absolute menace. he would tease everything you do, like trying to control your face when he kissed you, he would point at your smile and coo at you like "Aww my baby loves my kisses?" and would then squeeze the life out of you and your cheeks.
HE LOVES YOUR CHEEKS. no matter if you have chubby ones he loves it cause he thinks you're cute like that. He doesn't really mind if you do the same to him as long as he can do it to you.
But he is the type to be like, no one can tease her except me. So let's say you get prank by the members, he will definitely use his leader card and scold the members before comforting you and give you endless cuddles that definitely will have some teasing at the end.
Just smack him and he'll stop in the end.
Donghwa:
He gives me Shotaro vibes... I saw from his profile he likes fashion so maybe he would often bring you to clothing stores that has like those 80s rock theme and would find you adorable and hot in those biker jackets. Absolutely believes you can pull any kind of look and would be so upset when you pay for your own clothes.
But his voice is so UNDERRATED (like he can sing so fucking good + hes the main dancer! I admire those idols hehe) so imagine this:
Donghwa invites you the practice room and teaches you a dance, but when you get tired he'll let you rest before going back to his practice. When he finishes he goes to you and hugs you close before singing you softly to sleep.
Juwang:
i LOVE him. His belt voice is IMPRESSIVE. god I wish Im as good as him.. I cannot stop listening to his voice in secret nightmare, twenty, eye poppin, my first love, warriors and bandaid. OMG BANDAID THATS LIKE THE BEST PERFORMANCE EVER, EVERY SINGLE PERSON SHINE THERE BRO.
Anyway,
From what I've seen is Juwang isn't too affectionate with the members so I think he's the type to be very awkward at the very first few months of the relationship. He's not sure if he should hug you, hold you, kiss you. It's new for him. But once he gets the hang of it, I do think he'll have no end.
You could be just visiting him in practice and then he would refuse to practice just cause he wants to cuddle you and never the members.
I could see him to just pull you away from the members, pretty much away from chaos. He can handle them, but he doesn't want you to handle them not because he's embarrassed but he'd rather have you safe.
So when you visit him in his dorm, he would immediately bring you to his room. Of course if you want to say hi to the members then you may, but only hi then brings you to his bed, locking the door cause he doesn't want to be disturb during his Y/n time.
Minje
He gives such loser energy im sorry 😭. His voice and visual may look intimidating like a wolf, but hes definitely a pet house dog. If thinks get too much for him he would immediately hug behind you, his face will be hidden in between your neck and shoulder so he can inhale your perfume. sort of like a grounding technique.
Oh talking about his voice now. MORNING VOICE. GOD.
I bet when he wakes up he would peck your cheek and say a deep "good morning" and giggle when you hid yourself under the sheet. He's confident with his low voice and you loving it just boost his ego.
Keiju
First of all, give this kid more diverse lines. His voice is unique but he keeps singing the same damn lines. Thats all.
Call him cute and he'll either be 2 versions, depending on the day, an adorable cat who will curl into you and tells you to pat his head as he peppers you kisses. Or a whining monster who sulks, begging you to stop calling him cute, still with kisses though
I dont know though, Im still exploring what Keiju is like but he's the type to not stop talking about you. Every conversation and objects remind him of you, so every time you visit him he would have a gift awaiting for you. Clothes, Keychain, anything.
Donghyeon
Poor baby is always bullied, so he feels like you are his safe space who sees him as someone you can lean to. He loves to help you, so like you can't reach somewhere, he'll grab it for you and still hold above you for a kiss as a reward. You can't do a homework? He'll try his best to understand, if he can't he'll just support you behind your desk with snacks.
Oh but Donghyeon with a gf? Definitely get teased by the older members 100% especially Kyehoon. He would jokingly suggest you to never visit the practice room again to not get involve by their chaos. But when you actually do he'll get so sad(?), Im not sure the English word for it but in Indonesian its ngambek, He wouldn't accept any call or text from you until you actually came to practice.
It started as something small. Something you didn’t even tell him about.
Late nights, when everything was calm you’d sit with your phone, earphones in, repeating words under your breath. “妈妈… 妈妈…” Then again. Slower. More careful.
You weren’t fluent. Not even close. But you wanted to try. For Hanjin, for his family, and for the part of him that spoke in a language you didn’t fully understand yet.
That evening, Hanjin was on a call. His voice softer than usual, more relaxed, it reminds you of home. You weren’t trying to listen. You really weren’t. But you were nearby and certain words stood out. Words you recognized.
“她很好…” (She’s very good…) You paused.
“我很喜欢她…” (I really like her…)Your chest tightened slightly. You stayed still. Not moving nor interrupting. His tone softened even more. Certain.
“我想跟她结婚…” (I want to marry her…) Your breath hitched.
“也想有孩子…” (I want to have kids…) You blinked. Heart racing now.
“…三个也可以。” (Even three is okay.) You covered your mouth slightly. Trying not to make a sound. Who knew that Hanjin is ready to have a family with you?
A few minutes later, the call ended. Hanjin stepped into the living room, stretching slightly. Relaxed and unaware. He saw you. “…Hi.” A small smile. “Were you waiting?”
You didn’t answer right away. Just looked at him. Something different in your eyes. He tilted his head slightly. “What?”
You took a small step closer. Your heart was beating way too fast for this. But still you tried.
“…你觉得你可以照顾三个男孩子吗？”
(You think you can handle three boys?)
Hanjin froze. Silence. His eyes widened slowly. “…你…” He stared at you like he forgot how to speak. “…You understood that?”
You smiled shyly. “A little.”
His ears turned red almost instantly. “You weren’t supposed to—”
“I wasn’t trying to listen!” you defended quickly. “I just… recognized some words.”
He ran a hand through his hair, clearly flustered now. “…You heard everything?”
You smirk as his ears turn red.. “…Including the three kids part.”
He covered his face for a second. “…That’s embarrassing."
You stepped closer. Gently pulling his hand down. “It’s not.” He looked at you again. Still flustered a bit.
“You really meant it right?” you asked softly.
He didn’t hesitate this time. “…Yeah.” “I like you that much,” he said, voice calmer now. “Enough to imagine all of that.”
Your expression softened. Then you tilted your head slightly. “So…”
A small smile. “…3's a lot, let's get started.” you pulled him excitedly as he let out a quiet laugh, holding back, shy at the thought.
"Hold on Baobei." He stepped closer, gently pulling you into his arms. “Keep talking in mandarin and I'm more than confident to handle anything, but... I'm not sure if you can handle me though.” You laughed in flustered against his chest. And somewhere between your broken Mandarin and his quiet honesty something else settled to you and him.
A future that, somehow, you both had already started imagining.
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The practice room was lively. Music playing softly in the background, members scattered around doing their own thing. In one corner, Youngjae sat cross-legged on the floor with little Nari in front of him.
She was stacking blocks very seriously. Tongue slightly out. Focused. Youngjae watched her like she was doing something groundbreaking “…That’s a really tall tower,” he said in awe. Nari beamed.
Across the room, Kyungmin found a random toy. A button. A suspicious button. "Look Nari! its a button" he gestured Nari to press.
She pressed it. BEEP!
A loud, sudden sound filled the room. Nari froze. Completely still. Eyes wide. “…!”
She didn’t cry, but she Immediately turned and climbed onto Youngjae like a baby koala. Youngjae blinked, then laughed softly as she clung to him. “Hey, hey—what was that?”
He wrapped one arm around her automatically. “It’s okay, it’s just noise.”
Nari buried her face into his shoulder anyway. Very dramatic for someone who didn’t cry.
Kyungmin froze. “…Oh.”
Jihoon snorted from the side. “You scared her.”
“I didn’t mean to!” Kyungmin crouched down slowly, like approaching a very cautious animal. “Nari…?”
Nari peeked, one eye open, from Youngjae’s shoulder, saw Kyungmin and immediately hid again.
The room BURST into laughter.
“AHH NARI! IM SORRY!" He bowed down, his head stuck to the floor. "Hyung, she doesn’t like me anymore,” Kyungmin whispered dramatically.
Youngjae laughed, gently patting Nari’s back as he leaned his head slightly toward her. “Look, it’s Kyungmin hyung.”
Nari peeked again. Still suspicious.
Youngjae smiled softly. “He’s not scary.”
Kyungmin nodded aggressively. “I’m not scary.”
Kyungmin slowly held out a random bunny toy he found near. “Peace offering?”
Nari stared at it, then at him, reaching for it. Kyungmin gasped. “She accepted!”
Nari slid off Youngjae’s lap again, now holding the toy Kyungmin gave her. But she stayed very close to Youngjae, leaning against his leg. Just in case.
Youngjae smiled, resting his hand gently on her head as he gives a peck on it. “Brave girl.”
Nari nodded proudly. Even though she definitely just hid 10 seconds ago. He gently tapped her nose. “Not scared anymore?”
She shook her head quickly. Then paused. Looked over at Kyungmin across the room. Then scooted just a tiny bit closer to Youngjae.
Youngjae let out a soft laugh. “Ah… just in case?”
She nodded again and pouts.
Youngjae looked around, then back at her. “Okay,” he said quietly, leaning closer like he was sharing a secret. “Let’s do something fun.”
Nari’s eyes lit up immediately. He tapped the floor lightly. “Can you copy me?” She nodded eagerly.
He tapped twice. Tap tap.
Nari copied. Tap… tap.
A little slower. But proud. “Good,” he smiled.
Then he added a small clap. Tap tap—clap. Nari blinked. Focused. Then Tap… tap—clap!
Youngjae’s face lit up like she just performed on stage as Nari giggled.
At some point, Nari wasn’t looking at Kyungmin anymore. Wasn’t thinking about the sudden noise. She was laughing and clapping. Trying to copy her dad’s tiny movements. And when she got it right she would immediately looked up at him. Like she needed confirmation. Youngjae nodded every time. “You did it.”
And every time her smile got a little bigger.
Eventually, she slowed down. Energy dipping. She leaned forward slightly, resting her head against his chest this time. Youngjae paused. Then instinctively wrapped one arm around her. “Done?”
A small nod. He adjusted slightly so she was more comfortable, his hand gently rubbing her back in slow circles. No rush. No pressure.
Kyungmin sighed in relief. “Your so amazing to get her back to energize then make her feel sleepy, I thought I lost her forever.”
Youngjae smirked slightly. “…You’re on thin ice.”
“HYUNG—”
Nari giggled softly before knocking out on his shoulder. Youngjae couldn't help but pat her back in a soothing pattern.
And just like that—Everything went back to normal.
Well almost.
Because every day Kyungmin moved suddenly after that she’d glance at him like: I’m watching you.
No morning rush. No gentle reminders from you. No soft footsteps moving around the kitchen. Just sunlight slipping through the curtains and the faint sound of cartoons playing in the background.
Dohoon stood in the doorway of the bedroom, peeking inside. You were still asleep and finally resting.
He smiled softly to himself. “…Good.”
Behind him, a small hand tugged his shirt. He squealed.
He looked down. His son’s hair was messy, still half sleepy, holding onto a small toy.
Dohoon crouched slightly.
“Today,” he whispered conspiratorially, “we let mama rest.”
Eunwoo blinked.
It started innocently. Or at least, Dohoon told himself that.
They were supposed to just “go out for a walk.” But somehow they ended up in a small café.
Eunwoo sat across from him, eyes wide as a slice of cake was placed in front of them.
He cheered excitedly.
“Shh,” Dohoon said quickly, glancing around like they were committing a crime. “This is a secret.”
Eunwoo leaned in, “eh?” He made a sound confused.
Dohoon nodded seriously. “We don’t tell mama.”
Eunwoo gasped softly, then nodded just as seriously.
A few minutes later, frosting was on Eunwoo’s cheek, on Dohoon’s sleeve and somehow on the table.
Dohoon stared at the mess. “…We’re definitely getting caught.”
Eunwoo giggled.
After “cleaning up” (not very successfully), they headed to the park. Eunwoo ran ahead, small legs moving as fast as they could. He squealed again, pointing.
“I’m looking,” Dohoon replied, hands in his pockets, following behind.
Eunwoo climbed up the small playground steps, then turned around proudly.
Dohoon clapped lightly. “Wow!”
Eunwoo beamed.
Later, they sat on a bench. Eunwoo leaned against him, a little tired now. Dohoon adjusted his jacket around him. “Are you cold?”
A small nod.
Dohoon pulled him closer instinctively. “…Much better.”
On the way home they passed a small music store. Eunwoo slowed down, staring through the glass. Inside, music was playing softly. Someone testing speakers. A rhythm. A beat.
Dohoon noticed. “…You want to go in?”
Eunwoo hesitated, then nodded slowly.
Inside, Eunwoo stayed close. Quiet. Holding onto Dohoon’s hand. Dohoon crouched down beside him. “It’s okay,” he said softly “Just look.”
Eunwoo nodded, eyes wandering around.
Then the music changed. A slightly louder beat. Something with a rhythm that made it hard to stand still. Dohoon smiled. “…You like that?”
Eunwoo looked up at him. Dohoon stood up slightly and tapped his foot. “Like this.”
Then a small step. Nothing big. Nothing flashy. Just movement. “Go on try.”
Eunwoo shook his head immediately.
Dohoon laughed quietly. “Okay, okay.”
He kept moving a little, light and playful.
After a moment Eunwoo’s foot tapped once. Then stopped.
Dohoon pretended not to notice.
Then again. A little more.
This time Eunwoo swayed slightly. Shy. Unsure. But a smile soon form in his face.
Dohoon’s smile softened. “There you go.”
Quiet encouragement. No pressure.
Eunwoo looked at him. Then gook a small step. Almost like a tiny dance.
Dohoon clapped once. “See? You can do it.”
Eunwoo laughed shyly, hiding behind his sleeve.
By the time they got back, Eunwoo was half-asleep in Dohoon’s arms. Head resting against his shoulder. Sticky fingers cleaned (mostly). Energy gone. Dohoon adjusted his hold carefully as he unlocked the door.
Inside was still quiet and peaceful. You were still asleep. “Must’ve been a very tiring day before hm?” He mumbled to himself.
Dohoon set Eunwoo down gently on the couch, covering him with a blanket.
For a moment, he just stood there. Looking at him, messy hair, slight frosting stain he somehow missed and a tiny hand still curled slightly like he was holding onto something.
Dohoon exhaled softly. “…We had fun, didn’t we?”
Eunwoo didn’t answer. Already asleep.
Dohoon smiled. Then glanced toward the bedroom. Where you were resting.
“…We’ll keep this,” he wiped a clean cloth on his tiny hand, “a secret,” he murmured.
Even though—
He knew the evidence (the frosting, the energy crash, the happiness)
