𝑯𝑒𝑦 𝒀𝑜𝑢

“...Can I be the little spoon tonight?”

You blinked in surprise before smiling. “You never have to ask, baby.”

You set your phone down and slid closer, your chest pressing to his back as your arms circled his waist. He let out the deepest sigh, as though every ounce of tension in his body finally drained away. Your lips brushed over his shoulder blade.

“You’re always holding me, holding the members, holding everything together. Let me hold you for once.”

His fingers sought out yours, intertwining them gently as he whispered, “It feels different when you do it. Safer. Like I can finally just be… me.”

You kissed his neck softly, humming against his skin. “Then I’ll keep holding you like this every night if you want.”

His voice, thick with drowsiness, barely carried across the pillow. “Don’t let go, okay?” And within minutes, he was asleep, smiling faintly in your arms.

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★ LEE KNOW / 리노

On a quiet Sunday afternoon, Minho sat beside you on the couch while the two of you absentmindedly watched a drama. His cats had settled around the living room, tails flicking lazily. He shifted, setting the remote on the coffee table, and cleared his throat.

“If I… wanted you to hold me instead, you wouldn’t laugh, would you?”

You turned to him, eyes softening. “Why would I laugh? I’d be honored to hold you.”

He rolled his eyes, trying to hide the pink creeping into his ears. Still, he lay down on his side, presenting his back to you. With a playful smile, you stretched out behind him, slipping your arm around his waist and burying your face in his hair. He tensed for only a second before melting into the warmth.

“This is strictly between us,” he muttered, voice muffled by the pillow.

“Of course,” you teased, pressing a kiss to the back of his head. “But just so you know, you’re ridiculously cuddly.”

Minho huffed out a small laugh. “Careful, or I’ll actually fall asleep like this.”

“Good,” you murmured. “That’s exactly what I want.”

He tilted his head slightly, letting your nose brush his cheek. “Then you’d better not let go.”

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★ CHANGBIN / 창빈

It was pouring outside when you found yourself curled up in the living room with a blanket, the soft patter of rain filling the silence. Changbin padded in, his hoodie sleeves falling over his hands, and flopped onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh.

“You know… sometimes I don’t want to be the strong one.” His eyes flicked toward you nervously. “I kind of want to be the little spoon right now.”

Your heart softened instantly. Setting aside your mug of tea, you shifted over and tucked yourself behind him, arms wrapping securely around his middle. “Then I’ll hold you as long as you need. No questions asked.”

He caught your hands and held them tightly to his chest, the corners of his lips lifting in relief. “It feels so good, being the one protected for once.”

“You don’t always have to carry everything by yourself,” you whispered, brushing your lips against the back of his neck.

His breathing steadied, and you felt his shoulders finally relax. “You know… I think I could stay like this forever.”

You nuzzled closer. “Good. Because I’m not letting go.”

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★ HYUNJIN / 현진

Hyunjin was the most dramatic about it. After a long evening of painting in his studio, he tugged you toward the bedroom with a pout. “I’ve been thinking,” he said as he flopped onto the bed. “I always hold you, but… what if you held me instead?”

A laugh bubbled out of you as you climbed in beside him. “Is that what you want, love? To be the little spoon tonight?”

He nodded quickly, already turning so his back was against you. “Yes. I want to see what it feels like.”

Wrapping your arms around his slim waist, you pulled him close until he fit perfectly against you. His breath hitched, then a soft giggle escaped his lips. “Oh my god, this is even better than I imagined.”

“See?” you whispered, planting kisses along the back of his shoulder. “You make the perfect little spoon.”

He wiggled happily in your arms until he found the most comfortable position, then whispered, “You smell like home. Don’t ever stop holding me like this.”

You tightened your embrace, resting your cheek against his back. “I won’t. Not as long as you want me to.”

Within moments, his breathing slowed, his hand clutching your arm like a child with a favorite teddy bear.

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★ HAN / 한

It was well past midnight, and the glow of your computer screen was the only light in the room. Jisung had been working on lyrics all evening, headphones around his neck and pencil tapping nervously against his notebook. Finally, he stretched with a groan and flopped onto the bed beside you, covering his face dramatically with his arm.

“Being the big spoon all the time is too much work,” he whined. “I want you to hold me tonight.”

You laughed softly, closing your laptop and lying down behind him. “That’s all you had to say.”

He squeaked when your arms slid around his waist, pulling him snugly against you. “Wait—ahhh, this feels weird. But… good weird.”

You rested your chin lightly against his shoulder, voice teasing. “You like it, don’t you?”

He hugged your arm tightly to his chest, cheeks warming as he buried his face in the pillow. “Don’t tell anyone, but yes. I really like it.”

“Don’t worry,” you whispered into his hair. “This is just for you and me.”

A happy sigh escaped him as he melted into your embrace. “Then I’m never letting you go.”

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★ FELIX / 필릭스

The kitchen smelled faintly of sugar and cocoa, remnants of the brownies you and Felix had baked earlier. After your late-night snack, the two of you curled up on the couch with a movie playing in the background. Felix tugged the blanket higher around his shoulders before turning his back to you with a little grin.

“Tonight, I’m the little spoon. No negotiations.”

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around him without hesitation. “Fine by me. You’re too cute not to hold.”

He let out the softest sigh, his deep voice rumbling with contentment. “Your hugs feel like magic. I don’t even need dessert after this.”

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, smiling against his skin. “You’re stuck with me now.”

His hand reached down to clutch yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he whispered, “Good. That’s exactly where I want to be.”

Before long, the credits rolled on the movie, but Felix had already dozed off, a peaceful smile on his face, curled happily in your arms like the little spoon he secretly loved to be.

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★ SEUNGMIN / 승민

The library was nearly empty that evening, quiet except for the occasional rustle of papers and the faint ticking of the clock. You and Seungmin had spent hours studying side by side, your notes spread across the table. When you finally returned home, exhaustion weighed on both of you.

Seungmin dropped onto the bed, turning over with his back toward you. “Hold me,” he said simply, his tone casual but his ears betraying him with their pink hue.

A smile tugged at your lips. “Just like that? No please?”

“Please,” he muttered, though a small smile curved his lips.

You slid in behind him, looping your arm around his waist and pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

He exhaled slowly, his body relaxing into your warmth. “It’s… comfortable. Calming, even.”

“Good,” you whispered, cheek against his hair. “You deserve to feel calm.”

There was a beat of silence before he murmured, almost shyly, “I think I could get used to this.”

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★ JEONGIN / 양정인

It was a chilly winter evening, the two of you bundled up under a mountain of blankets in your bedroom. Jeongin had been scrolling through his phone when he suddenly turned, cheeks flushed pink from the cold.

“Can you… hug me from behind tonight?” he asked, his voice soft, almost hesitant.

Your heart melted. “Of course, love. Come here.”

He shifted so his back was to you, and you wrapped your arms gently around his frame. He instantly pulled the blanket tighter over both of you, snuggling down into the warmth.

“This is nice,” he whispered after a moment, voice muffled against the pillow. “I always thought being the little spoon might feel cozy, but it’s even better than I imagined.”

You pressed a kiss to the back of his head, your smile hidden in his hair. “You fit perfectly in my arms.”

He giggled softly, reaching for your hand and intertwining your fingers. “Don’t let go, okay? I like it too much.”

But now as he blinked blearily up at the ceiling hearing the soft footsteps he turned on his side to find your side of the bed empty. His heart leapt up his throat and his mind started racing with worries that there was a burglar and they had taken you for ransom. As he jolted up in bed he swung his legs over the side and began to make his way to the door while clutching his cell phone. Changbin's contact pulled up and the call button was large on the screen waiting for him to press it.

Walking to the doorway of your bedroom he peered out and nearly screamed when he saw a figure standing at the end of the hallway just swaying from side to side. Quickly moving back into your bedroom he frowned softly while pressing a hand to his chest feeling his heart racing just under the skin. His mind was a mess of fright and worry but as he stood there with his back against the wall next to the doorway his mind slowly began to calm and he realized that the figure standing at the end of the hallway was wearing the same pajamas that he had seen on you when he got home. 

Peering once again into the hallway he saw that it was you still standing at the end of the hallway. He raised an eyebrow at you when he saw you turn your head to the side and watched as you squinted at something and then raised a hand slowly pointing at something, then to his utter bewilderment and delight he watched you quickly flip the middle finger before you scoffed loudly. He walked out the bedroom and slowly towards feeling as if he was missing something and so confused on why you were just standing in the living room flipping the middle finger.

“Babe, what are you doing? It’s so early.” He said softly but you didn’t react at all to his words. You tilted your head to the side though and he was left even more confused. Walking around you to stand in front of you he saw that your eyes were open but you had a vacant stare and a dreamy look on your face, which surprised him but then something clicked in his brain. You had told him when you first let him stay the night a month ago that you slept-walked sometimes and not to be alarmed. “Oh sweetheart.” He cooed softly and watched as your head tilted to the other side as you heard his soft tone before a soft sleepy smile slipped onto your face. He chuckled softly at your reaction to his voice feeling his heart warm in his chest. Even while sleeping his voice gave you peace.

He then gently reached out for you and began to guide you back to the bedroom. “C’mon my little ghoul. Let’s get you back to bed.” He cooed at you and you nuzzled into his chest making him smile down at you. That night after nearly being scared out of his skin Chan got the most restful sleep curled around you.

Now months later into your relationship and shared living space, he’s used to the sleep-walking. Mostly. Tonight he had gone out with the boys for a celebratory dinner for a milestone that the group had reached. He had invited you to come out as well but you had let him know that you had a big project going on at work and needed to get your sleep so that you can present your work to your boss tomorrow morning.

As he slips his key into the lock he’s expecting you to be already passed out hogging the bed and covers. So when he steps inside the apartment and looks up he nearly jumps twice his height when he sees you standing in front of the hallway closet gently patting it. The moonlight that filtered into the apartment through the curtains makes you look eerie and ghost-like, which is normally the case and has earned you the nickname his little ghoul. Chuckling softly he quickly sheds his sneakers and begins walking towards you.

”Trying to get into Narnia again babe?” He coos softly at you and feels his chest warm when you tilt your head to the side. You don’t answer, of course. You never do but you always recognize his voice. Even with your vacant stare and gently swaying body, whenever he speaks to you in this state your head will tilt to the side as if you’re trying to listen harder to his voice and a soft smile slips onto your face. He loves that reaction from you, it’s completely subconscious and it shows him how much you care about him to be able to recognize him even in sleep.

Tonight you’re wearing one of his large oversized hoodies and it nearly consumes your body, the sleeves dangle past your hands. Your hair is like a bird’s nest on top of your head, strands sticking out in every different direction while the humidity in the apartment has been soaked up by your hair and started to create frizz. Your face is relaxed with sleep and your lips are pouted slightly as you take in slow even breaths. He grins to himself as he steps closer and wraps his arms low around your waist and cuddles up to your back.

”C’mon my little ghoul, let’s get you back to bed. The magical wardrobe can wait till tomorrow after work.” He coos softly to you and you hum suddenly while smiling that soft smile of yours and leaning back into his chest. He hooks his chin over your shoulder and awkwardly guides you back to the bedroom, the two of you waddling together as he tries to stay close to you. He smiles at you as you mumble something softly that he can’t hear or understand before he presses a kiss to your temple. “That’s it,” he eases you into the bedroom before helping you climb back into bed and tucking the covers around you. “Good girl.” He whispers softly before pressing a kiss to your forehead and then one to your still pouted lips.

He hasn’t even had time to turn away from you before you sprawl out claiming the bed as your territory. It’s not the first time he’s led you back to bed like this, slowly, patiently. And it won’t be the last. You mumble something again and he catches the end of your words.

“Love you.” You sigh out into the air and Chan feels his heart nearly explode in his chest at those two whispered words. He can’t stop the wide smile on his face as it eases in slowly. His eyes dance happily around your sleeping form as his heart feels full. He quickly changes into pajamas before slipping into bed and reaching out for you, his arms wrapping around hips and dragging you back into him. You curl further into him in familiarity that’s bone deep.