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bf!james

who loves telling stories about you, but doesn’t realize that what is funny to him is embarrassing to you.

“And then, and then,” James said in between gasps of air. “She fell backwards off the chair!”

All the boys burst into laughter. James was telling an embarrassing story about you to the boys, even though you had already asked him to stop.

“Noona, did this really happen?” Keonho said between wheezes. Your face turned bright red as you looked at your lap.

You were sitting by James one the couch, his arm draped on your shoulders. You didn’t think the story was very funny and you told James that, but he didn’t listen.

“I think I am going to go to bed.” You stood up abruptly, all the laughing stopped. 

“Babe, it’s only 8:00. Are you that tired?”

“Yeah, it’s been a long day.”

James pulled you down to give you a kiss, but you turned your face last minute, letting his lips fall on your cheek instead. “Okay, goodnight, babe. I love you. I’ll be in bed soon.”

The other four boys started gagging at the kiss. 

“Okay, goodnight.” You always said I love you back. To James, the simple goodnight felt almost cold without ‘I love you’. 

Before James could question it, you were already walking to your bedroom. He continued with the story, not realizing that it was the reason you left.

Later that night, when James crawled into bed beside you, he found you fast asleep with a tear stained face. The look made his heart ache, but he couldn’t place why you were crying in the first place.

The other four boys started gagging at the kiss. 

“Okay, goodnight.” You always said I love you back. To James, the simple goodnight felt almost cold without ‘I love you’. 

Before James could question it, you were already walking to your bedroom. He continued with the story, not realizing that it was the reason you left.

Later that night, when James crawled into bed beside you, he found you fast asleep with a tear stained face. The look made his heart ache, but he couldn’t place why you were crying in the first place.

bf!juhoon

who always remembers the small things, like that one movie you mentioned once.

Juhoon hadn’t had a day off for what felt like years, even though he had barely been debuted for years. His plan for the day was to just lay around at the dorm with the boys, but they all decided last minute to go on a shopping trip to down town. Juhoon was so sore from practice and his voice was starting to hurt so he told them to go without him. Besides, he had other plans.

You knew it was Juhoon’s day off and, coincidentally, it was yours too. You texted Martin to leave the dorm door unlocked so you could sneak in and surprise Juhoon. 

As you neared the door to the dorm, you could hear the faint noise of the tv coming from inside. You quietly opened the door just enough for you to slip in and turned the corner to the living room. 

In the living room, you found Juhoon, spread out on the couch in a pair of black sweat pants and white tank top holding a bag of popcorn.

“Juhoon?” You said standing behind the couch. You thought Juhoon was going to have a heart attack.

He jumped up, spilling popcorn all over the couch. “Y/n?!” Juhoon yelped out. “What are you doing here?” He pressed pause on the tv.

“Better question. Why are you watching a k-drama?” You rounded the couch, sitting down next to him. “Let alone ‘Love Untangled’?”

Juhoon was leaning over picking up all the spilt popcorn. “You said it was your favorite the other day. So, I thought I should watch it so we can talk about it.”

“Juhoon, you don’t like romance dramas though.”

“But you do.” Juhoon looked at you, his dark eyes practically melting your heart. He pulled you closer to him and pressed unpause on the show. “Se-ri is about to confess her love to Yun-seok!”

You side eyed him, but decided to hold back what actually happened. He would find out in a minute or two anyway.

bf!juhoon who, whenever he gets stressed, tends to push you away and bottle everything up.

It had been almost a full two days without having a conversation with Juhoon. All you had gotten was a good morning and good night from him. You knew that the comeback was coming up and that it stressed the boys out. Juhoon had a tendency of trying to deal with all of his problems alone, and you knew it more than anyone. Just the thought of him trying to handle the stress made your heart ache.

You didn’t want him to shut you out, again, so you made a plan to try and help him feel a bit better. That’s why you were standing in front of the shelve of chips at the grocery store. Juhoon had at least five different favorite chips, so after standing for at least ten minutes trying to decide which one to get, you threw them all into the cart, moving onto the candy aisle.

After you shopped, you went straight to his dorm. You knocked once. No answer. Again. No answer.  Finally, as you raised your hand to knock again, James flung the door open.

“Oh, thank God you’re here. Juhoon hasn’t left our room since we got back from practice. I think the stress is really getting to him.” James moved to the side, making room for you to step in.

“I can tell. That’s why I brought all this.” You kicked your shoes off as you held the grocery bag up for James to see.

You quietly walked to Juhoon and James shared room. There, you found him lying face down in his bed, obviously asleep.

“Jju, baby? I brought you some snacks.” You said softly. Juhoon didn’t even stir.

You set the grocery bag on his desk before you sat down on the edge of his bed. You ran your hands through his dark hair, causing him to roll over.

“Baby?” His eyes fluttered open. “What are you doing here?” 

“I brought you some snacks, as a pick me up. I know how stressful preparing for this comeback has been.”

Juhoon sat up, positioning himself against the headboard as you grabbed one of the chip bags. “Here.” You said, opening it for him.

He grabbed the chips. “Thank you, Y/n.” He said between bites.

You scooted closer to him, so that you were sitting right by him. Juhoon set the bag down, wrapping his arms  around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. After a moment you hugged, him back. The hug went for a few minutes, both of you relishing in each other’s warmth. 

“Juhoon?” You said, pulling away from him slightly. “Please, promise me you won’t keep shutting me out whenever you’re stressed.”

For a few moments, Juhoon said nothing. He only pulled you back into the hug, inhaling your sweet, vanilla scent. 

“I promise.” He finally mumbled into your ear.

This exact scene was something that had happened many times before. You would make Juhoon promise to not shut you out, but that promise would always be broken a few days later. You knew this time wouldn’t be any different.

bf!martin

who has never once complained about you wanting to match outfits. Sometimes it’s even his idea.

You were currently standing in front of the mess called Martin’s closet. Martin insisted that he match with you today. You had on a black pair of baggy jeans, a white tank top, and one of Martin’s maroon zip ups.

Martin appeared behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist as his chin found your shoulder to rest on. “Find anything yet, Ma?”

“I can barely see the ground, Mars. What makes you think I can find anything in this mess.” You leaned into his touch.

“Y/n,” Martin said in a serious tone, turning you around. “I’ve seen your closet before, this is clean compared to that.”

You cracked a smile at Martin’s deadpan tone. “That’s organized chaos. This is just… chaos.”

“Here,” Martin picked up a navy zip up from the floor. “This matches with yours, right? Like it’s the same brand and everything.”

“Is it clean?”

“Smells like it.”

You laughed. “Then yes. I’ll go get you a white tank top and you can just wear those jeans.”

Martin sat down on his bed as he waited for you to come back.

You threw the tank top at him when you did. “Put that on.”

“Okay, bossy.”

“What was that?”

“I said I loved you.”

“That’s what I thought.”

When Martin was finally dressed, you dragged him into the bathroom to take pictures. He pretended to be annoyed, but you knew one of these would be his new phone background by tomorrow.

bf!martin

who is known for his excessive fan service. That same fan service that you don’t like.

You not liking Martins excessive fan service was nothing new. You were okay with the little flirty comments here and there with fans, but, honestly, it got you a bit jealous. You knew it was part of dating an idol, but you felt like Martins always went a bit farther than needed.

Martin knew this too.

“Ma, it’s not even that much! I have to keep fans happy.”

“But you don’t have to do that much! Look.” You pulled out your phone, showing Martin a clip of him telling a delusional fan that the word for ‘pretty girl’ in Korean was her name.

“Oh, yeah because you want me saying those things to you.” Martin rolled his eyes.

“Maybe I would sometimes! You have never said anything like that to me before, but, sure, whenever it’s a random thing let’s say it five times in three minutes.”

“If I said that to you, you would tell me not too.”

“Martin, you’re just not getting it!”

“No, you aren’t! If you were an idol you would understand.”

“No, I wouldn’t because I wouldn’t flirt with a random fan I have to talk to more than my own boyfriend.”

“Y/n, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want you to say sorry and actually change!”

You didn’t want to cry, but the tears were welling up in your eyes. You knew you seemed like the possessive girlfriend, but it just really bothered you. The way Martin would compliment fans all the time and, sure, he did that to you too, but not to the same extent. It was almost like he tried harder with the fans.

“Ma, I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“Change! That’s all I want!” The tears were slowly starting to fall from your face now. “Please.”

Martin didn’t say anything as he grabbed his car keys and headed towards the door. “We need to take a break from each other for a minute. I’m going on a drive.”

You tried yelling after him, but he was already out the door. Tomorrow morning, you would wake up in his arms and he would apologize. But he wouldn’t stop, you would just ignore it until you couldn’t anymore. Then the cycle would repeat.

© hrts2lit, please do not repost, translate, feed to ai, etc.

© hrts2lit, please do not repost, translate, feed to ai, etc.