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“Just shut the fuck up and listen to me,” Jungwon snapped, pointing an accusing finger at you. “I need you to stop playing with my cat. Do not touch her. Do not call her name. Do not do the weird fucking meowing thing you do where she meows back at you and you have those god awful meowing conversations. Do not—”

“Oh, yeah,” you interrupted and pretended to deeply think about something. “I think it was just yesterday that Cleo told me you were popping a vein over her liking me more than you. I must say, Yang, you have reached a level of pathetic I didn’t even know existed. Yelling at your neighbour because you don’t get validation from your cat? Tsk.”

Embarrassment and anger coloured the entirety of Jungwon’s face a deep red. “You don’t get it!” he exclaimed. “Cleo keeps clawing at the front door! She doesn’t even want to stay with me anymore. She stares at me with so much resentment because I don’t let her play with you all the time!”

“I’m confused,” you said, your eyebrows furrowing. “Why don’t you let her play with me if that’s why she hates you? Your problem has a very simple solution—”

“But she’s my cat!” he said, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He stepped closer to you, desperation evident on his features. “I don’t care if she plays with you, but the more she does, the more she realises that she’d rather have you take care of her.”

“Well,” you sputtered, a little taken aback by how much his cat’s preferences had distraught him. “If it’s any consolation to you, I don’t have the time or resources to look after Cleo, so she has no choice but to stay with you.”

“I don’t know how to make her love me again,” Jungwon mumbled to himself, not having heard you at all. “I know cats aren’t very loyal, but I didn’t think Cleo would dump me after everything we’ve gone through. I pay the landlord more money so she can keep staying with me without having to hide from anyone. I fought—”

“Yang!” you yelled and grabbed his shoulders. He snapped out of his reverie and looked at you in despair. You’d never thought you would feel bad for him, but you found yourself offering, “Do you want me to show you how I play with her? I don’t know why she prefers me over you, but maybe I’m doing something you aren’t. Maybe you’ll know what it is if we play with her together.”

Jungwon nodded eagerly. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“Now?” you asked incredulously. “I have to meet a friend for dinner.”

“Please,” he begged, and you didn’t think you’d ever heard him sound so hopeless before. “Just for ten minutes.”

You hesitated a bit for a moment, but then reluctantly agreed. “Ten minutes.”

Jungwon watched in awe as you interacted with Cleo. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw his ginger Ragamuffin so excited.

“Hey, Cleo,” you cooed, cupping her face in your hands. “How are you doing? How’s the most precious girl in the world doing?”

Cleo purred and leaned into your touch. Smiling, you caressed her cheeks and kissed her nose.

Gathering her in your arms, you stood up. The cat rested her head on your shoulder and closed her eyes.

“I really don’t see Cleo hating anyone,” you said to Jungwon, a small frown settling on your features. “I mean, look at her.”

He sighed and padded towards you, stopping only when he was right beside. His arm brushed against yours. “I don’t get it either.”

And then, as if to prove to you that he wasn’t lying about his cat having something against him, Jungwon lightly petted her.

Cleo’s eyes snapped open and her nails popped out. She pawed at him and he withdrew his hand immediately.

“Oh.”

“I don’t understand why she’s acting this way,” he lamented. “She was good to me until you came along!”

You scoffed in disbelief. “Are you seriously saying this is my fault? Did you even consider the possibility of you being a horrible owner?”

“You did not just say that!” Jungwon looked extremely offended, but you didn’t give a shit. You couldn’t believe he was blaming you for his problems.

“I don’t even need to say anything,” you sneered. “Cleo running away from you to me speaks volumes.”

You saw your neighbour’s jaw clench. His hands curled into fists at his side, and you wondered if you’d gone too far. You know he loved his cat; insinuating that he wasn’t taking good care of her probably hurt.

Besides, you knew it wasn’t true. Jungwon was a huge animal enthusiast. He’d looked after a turtle when he was five and had decided then and there that a career surrounded by animals was what he wanted. He was studying to be a veterinary doctor now.

Before you could open your mouth to apologise, he muttered, “I should have known this was a bad idea.”

Your blood boiled once again. “You really do have a knack for being the most ungrateful asshole anyone could ever come across, Yang.”

In your arms, Cleo meowed and lifted her head from your shoulder, staring daggers at her owner.

“Ungrateful?” Jungwon snorted in disbelief, not noticing the glares the Ragamuffin was sending his way. “You haven’t done anything since you came here! I don’t have shit to be grateful for.”

Cleo growled, and the boy finally acknowledged her anger.

You pointed a finger at Jungwon and fumed, “I take back what I said before. I do see Cleo hating you. You’re a little bitch who—”

“Oh, spare me.” He cut you off with a roll of his eyes, but you paid him no heed and continued,

“Maybe she’d like you better if you liked me better!”

The cat meowed again. The message was very clear. She agreed.

“I do like you...” Jungwon said defensively, but it was a pathetic attempt that convinced no one. Especially not Cleo.

“Yeah, sure.” You let out a humourless laugh. “You’ve obviously been a jerk to me from the very start because you think you’re the unapproachable, dark-haired, broody lead and I’m the sunshine who is supposed to make you open up.”

He gave you a sour look. “You’re not the sunshine.”

“And you’re not the main character you think you are. I’m not going to put up with your attitude anymore. Just stop being a dick and tell me what you have against me.”

Jungwon hesitated for a moment. You watched as he contemplated whether or not to tell you the real reason behind his grudge, and with each passing second, you slowly started to get a good idea of why.

You knew it was going to be something stupid.

He proved you right.

“I was trying to rent the apartment you’re living in. It has a better view and is way bigger. I live with a cat and you live alone—I thought it was unfair that the landlord chose someone who doesn’t even need the space.”

You were speechless for a while. You took your sweet time to wrap your head around the fact that Yang Jungwon was one petty son of a bitch.

“That’s it?” you finally asked. “You hate me because I snagged the apartment you wanted fair and square?”

He didn’t confirm. He didn’t need to.

You exclaimed, “Grow the hell up, Yang! So what if I got it? It’s been six months; move on!”

“You don’t need it as much as I do!” he protested.

“You don’t know that!” you said angrily. “You don’t know me! You never tried to.”

Jungwon opened his mouth to retort, but he didn’t really know what to say. He knew he was the one at fault. Maybe he should have apologised.

Too bad his stubbornness wouldn’t let him go down without a fight.

“It’s not like you ever tried to get to know me either,” Jungwon muttered.

“I brought you home-baked cookies the day I moved in. You said you didn’t want them and shut the door in my face. I invited you to my house-warming party too, but neither did you reply to my email nor show up. You really think I didn’t try to get to know you? To be friends with you?”

Your voice was laced with bitterness, but there were traces of genuine sorrow in it as well. The fire in your eyes from your bickering had winked out and you looked tired.

The boy found his resolve crumbling. Shame and guilt began to build claw at him from the inside. Maybe he had been unnecessarily harsh.

“I—uh..” Jungwon tried, “I’m sorry.”

You raised your eyebrows. “For being so rude to you, I mean, ” he added hastily. “You didn’t deserve it.”

The apology could have been way better but you weren’t going to complain. “Okay.”

Setting Cleo on the floor again, you moved towards the front door of his apartment. “I’ll get going.”

However, before you could turn the knob, Jungwon blurted, “Are—are you free now? Maybe we can hang out and get to know each other?”

“Oh.” You were dumbfounded. Out of all the things you expected him to say, this was not it. “I have to meet a friend tonight. I told you.”

Embarrassment tinted his ears a deep red. “Right,” he squeaked after clearing his throat. “Forget I asked.”

“Well—” you started after a beat of awkward silence— “I won’t be out for that long. Do you wanna come over to watch a movie later?”

“I have to get up early tomorrow.”

You decided that this was clearly not working out—but it wasn’t that bad. So what if Jungwon and you couldn’t hang out? You were on good terms now. That was an immense improvement in your relationship already.

Your neighbour, however, didn’t seem to be in the mood to cut his losses and move on. He tried again, “The weekend?”

You paused. Racked your brain to make sure you didn’t have any other commitments. “The weekend.”

“It’s a date.”

Strangely, you didn’t correct Jungwon. He didn’t take his words back either.

as you had your little conversation with the sumeran citizen you had rescued, you could feel tighnari's eyes burn holes in the back of your head. you had totally forgotten about your boyfriend as you were dealing with the other man.

tighnari wasn't much of a social butterfly. he usually stands behind you whenever you meet someone you recognize— patiently waiting for you to be done so he could continue his once interrupted conversation with you. therefore, tighnari only speaks when spoken to or when he has something important to share.

however this time it was different. he saw how the other man got close to you, thanking you with the biggest smile on his face - and the one thing that bothered him the most - is how the man continously held onto your hands.

your boyfriend understands that its his way of showing gratitude, but that was pushing it for him. his piercing eyes were focused on your hands, watching each and every slight movement as he held his own gloved hands behind his back.

it was hard to be polite to the stranger in such a situation, though that also didn't mean that he could just snap because of a simple matter. if tighnari were to tell the man to back off, maybe you would become dissappointed by his overprotective actions instead.

“they simply are amazing, aren't they?” tighnari finally makes his presence known to the man in front of you by joining the conversation. he slowly stands closer to your body as his hand travels along your back.

“i'm glad to hear that you are safe and sound, sir.” you could feel tighnari's hand holding you by your waist, just slightly pulling you towards his body in attempt to make it unnoticeable to the other person.

looking at your boyfriend's face, you could easily notice that fake welcoming smile he wore as he continued talking to the citizen in a kind tone of voice. not only that; his fingers toyed with the fabric of your clothes— pulling and twisting the material while he nonchalantly tried to get you even closer to him.

it was also the first time that tighnari was actively engaging into a conversation with someone that he just recently met via you. almost everything gave it away; from his body language to his actions: he is jealous.

𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎

⌗ WILL LITERALLY SCARE PEOPLE AWAY WITH JUST HIS DEATH STARES AND PRESENCE IF THEY TRY TO ACT TOO CLOSE WITH YOU

you were heading towards the local market in sumeru city— basket ready to be filled with all the delicasies you could find. you were planning to surprise your boyfriend with one of his favorite dishes since he had been working hard to protect the peace in sumeru.

you know that he needs a break; it was futile of him to hide his fatigue from you. you could feel the tiredness radiate from his figure the moment he came home and collapsed on your own body on your shared bed.

“good afternoon! can i get four of these, please?” you point to a basket which was filled with tons of zaytun.

“ah, [y/n]! i haven't seen you in a while!” the owner of the stall greets you excitedly as he picks up what you needed.

“sorry, i've been too busy lately to stop by.” you giggle and gently grab the bag from his hands.

since there weren't many customers around, you both took the opportunity to hold a small chat. it was true that you hadn't had that much time to visit the local market. all the piled up work had been tough to deal with.

that's also why your little conversation was extremely needed; the relaxation you felt as you laughed and spoke about what had been bothering you to the man in front of you was indescribable.

however, what you failed to notice in the meantime was the intimdating aura that sneaked up closer and closer to where you had been standing. normally you would instantly recognize who it was, yet this time you were too late.

“u– uhm..” the owner of the stall coughs awkwardly; almost as if he was in panic due to who or what he saw behind you. “g- good afternoon, general mahamatra..!”

you blink twice while you slowly process what was said. “..cyno?” you mumble confused, turning around to face the person behind you.

“oh, it's really you!” your eyes widen as you see your boyfriend stand there, one of his hand on his hip as the other holds onto his signature weapon.

his gaze wandered from the young man standing there nervously and then back to you. his eye twitched a bit at the sight; he was just trying to hold his small break from work together with you, however instead, he gets slapped in the face with this situation in front of him.

you were happily engaging in a conversation with someone who cyno knew had some romantic feelings for you. it was noticeable the moment he had visited this specific stall with you for the first time a couple months ago. you were simply oblivious to the hints the street vendor dropped.

cyno hid his face a bit from you by holding his head low, letting his bangs cover his cold expression in attempt to calm himself down. within a split second, his head was up again— the intimidating aura and facial expression erased from existence.

“good afternoon.” the general mahamatra responds swiftly. you cock your head to the right as you question why he was here; after all, he told you that he wouldn't be able to see you until late at night.

“there was a change in my schedule.” cyno replies while he still took quick looks at the vendor. almost in a 'get the hint and fuck off' type of way. “i was around the area and had been told that you were spotted at the market, so i decided to check in on you.”

you chuckle at his explanation as you throw you arms around your lover's neck— giving him a tight hug; one that you missed as much as he did.

“let's take a quick break together then!” you excitedly jump from one leg to another. linking your arm with his, you throw in a quick 'see you around!' to the friendly street vendor before heading off to the nearest restaurant.

as you chatted away about your plans, cyno turned around to give the young man one last sneaky death stare before focusing on you again. to your great surprise, your boyfriend gave you a soft kiss on the forehead while you were mid sentence; he surely wasn't the one to initiate such stuff in public.

when you asked him about it, cyno was quick to change topics. little did you know that that action of his was directed towards the street vendor— who had seen it all happen like your boyfriend had intended to.

𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

⌗ ACTS COOL ABOUT IT BUT "SUBTLY" TRIES TO AVERT YOUR ATTENTION FROM THE SOURCE THAT CAUSED HIM TO GET JEALOUS

an hour had passed by since you had sat down at your favorite spot in the puspa café with your lover, carefully listening to the storyteller who was non-stop talking about all kinds of rumors and such.

the man was good at his job; he knew just how to grab your attention with all the various and funny jokes in-between his stories.

al-haitham stared at the storyteller and then back at you, who sat on the chair right in front of him. he didn't expect this outcome when he asked you to go out today— to have you almost fully ignore his existence the moment the storyteller began talking.

your date started out great. al-haitham saw how much it meant to you; spending quality time together for the first time in a while. the happy expression you wore on your face ever since you saw him at your doorstep made your boyfriend's heart skip a beat. he missed you like crazy.

... thus exactly why the current situation had started to piss him off a little.

al-haitham didn't say anything the entire time; he didn't even pay any attention to the man in the center of the room— his eyes were only on you. he noticed every single change of emotions on your face while the stories were being told.

sure, your presence around him was enough to keep him satisfied, but not for long.

despite his feelings, he didn't want to ruin the mood by continously interrupting the stories with all kinds of questions or comments. if you chose to listen to the storyteller instead of him, then that's up to you.

he will tolerate anything that makes you happy, yet this time it was hard to do so.

he needed your attention on him.

suddenly, the whole room burst into a fit of laughter, which included you. it was the work of the storyteller as expected. the storyteller looked at you while he chuckled at the reactions to his joke and you were giggling while staring at him too.

that was the last straw for the akademiya's scribe.

“sweetheart..” al-haitham whispers while his hand gently holds onto yours. “your food is going to get cold at this rate.”

“oh! yes, thank you. i almost forgot heh..” you chuckle as you recall the joke. taking a bite out of your sandwhich, you finally looked up at al-haitham.

it was clear that something was bothering him, even though his facial expression didn't show much. you could still feel the slightly tight grip he had on your hand— it seemed like he didn't have the intention to let go.

“you okay?” you ask after swallowing the food in your mouth. you could see him secretly try to steal a glance at someone in the room and when you followed his gaze, you saw who he was glaring at.

“ah..” you bite your lip as you finally connected the dots. you felt guilty for not noticing it sooner.

“then! for the next story..!” the storyteller suddenly speaks up, catching the attention of everyone in the room once again.

al-haitham clenched his jaw as he slowly faced you, hoping that you were focusing on eating your food instead. his eyes slightly widened as he realized that you were staring at him this time and not the storyteller.

“..sorry, uhm, did you say something?” your lover sighs in relief, still holding onto your hand as if he was scared that by letting go, he'd lose your attention again.

al-haitham takes a quick sip from his tea to calm his nerves, however you were quick to notice his eye twitch before he fully closed them to savor the taste of the flavourful liquid.

“hmm..” you humm, leaning your upper body towards him. “are you mayhaps.. jealous?”

your whisper made the scribe almost fully choke on his tea. coughing, al-haitham slightly shakes his head. “w— cough— why would i be jealous?”

“oh, come on!” you laugh a bit louder while you watch al-haitham try his best to regain composure. “it's sooo obvious that you are!”

your partner couldn't look you in the eyes at the moment and that only confirmed your assumptions.

al-haitham always looks anywhere but at you whenever he's lying. it was a cute habit of his that you discovered rather quickly.

he doesn't have a problem with deceiving anyone else right in their face; holding eye contact while telling all kind of lies and excuses to them wasn't a hard task. although, the scribe was weak when it came to you.

“no, it isn't obvious.” al-haitham coughs one last time as he tries to hide the embarrassment on his face by looking down at the dishes on the table.

“oh? then that means that you don't deny that you are jealous.” you cackle, holding onto your stomach as it began to hurt due to the laughter. there were even tears in your eyes.

your lover opened his mouth to defend himself, however no words came out as he caught a glimpse of that joyful expression of yours.

the corners of his lips curled up into a small smile as he watches you try to catch your breath.

he'll let you have your fun by teasing him all you want tonight. at least this once you were laughing because of him and not someone else.

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“oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” he groans, watching in disbelief as they both scan the seats. before heeseung could tell you to duck down and pretend you never saw either of his members, you’d already stood up from your seat and began waving to the boys. “wh— y/n, what are you doing!?” he whisper-yells in a panic.

“niki! over here!” you yell, clueless to your boyfriend who facepalms in agony. when the younger boy notices you, he tugs on jake’s sleeve, pointing to you before running over swiftly.

“y/n, hyung? what are the chances?!” jake playfully sticks his tongue out, quickly taking the seat next to niki, who had immediately claimed the spot to your left.

“i didn’t know you like horror, y/n,” niki remarks in amusement, taking a leisure sip of his soda.

you sigh at the reminder of what you’d been tricked into, glancing over at the culprit who seemed to be in the middle of sulking for an unknown reason. “oh, i definitely don’t. this shithead didn’t tell me anything! how am i supposed to know a movie called ‘smile’ of all things is a horror?”

the two boys bursts into laughter, unlike heeseung who was munching angrily on his popcorn, wondering why his time with you had to be disrupted for the billionth time.

it only got worse as the ads finally came to an end and the movie started; heeseung watching in disappointment as you mindlessly cling onto niki’s arm instead of his. you and jake were probably the loudest ones in the theatre judging by how others kept turning around and sending glares at the four of you, niki only cackling maniacally at your scared yelps and reactions the whole time.

at about halfway through the movie, heeseung finally had enough of third wheeling his own date.

“babe,” he mutters, forcing your arms to tangle around his own. you allow him even if you’re slightly confused, giving him a hum in acknowledgment. “after this shit’s over, wanna play video games with me at the dorm?”

you snicker teasingly at his childishness, “you were practically dying to see this movie though.”

“not with niki and jake!” he whines noisily, earning another angry glare from a woman seated nearby.

“shhh!” you scold, “fine, mario kart then?”

your boyfriend grins in content, pulling his purple hood up. “you know me so well.”

—

this time, heeseung was sure nothing could ruin his time with you.

the dorm was completely empty from what he knew; niki and jake were still out doing who knows what, jay was dragged along on sunoo and sunghoon’s shopping trip, and jungwon was... well, heeseung wasn’t sure about their leader, but he was rarely the type to bother him anyway.

at last, here he was with you sitting criss-cross next to him, switch controllers in hand and tv volume echoing the mario kart soundtrack on full blast. “bro, you always choose boring old link,” you complain, “why can’t you be mario so we match?”

“just because you called me bro, i’m definitely not changing now,” heeseung deadpans, clicking the ‘continue’ button to scan through vehicle options.

you frown in defeat, watching as the boy confidently scrolls through the different wheels and carts. his brows furrow in concentration as he reads the statistics of each option, pink lips jutted in a soft pout.

however, his intense focusing also gave you time to equip your most powerful, secret strategy, which was to copy your boyfriend’s exact idea and click start before he can notice.

right as the screen moves on to pick the map, heeseung’s eyes widen in realization. “yah, why does your thing look the same as mine?!” he exclaims, eliciting an evil cackle from your lips.

before he can unleash his wrath on you though, the sound of a nearby door being opened saves you as a familiar red haired boy prances in. while you gasp in excitement, heeseung’s mouth drops open in disbelief, watching as jungwon takes a seat right between the two of you.

“mario kart and nobody invited me?” the younger jokes, grabbing a third controller off the table.

“won!” you greet cheerfully, “i’m so sorry, we didn’t even know you were in there, right hee?”

“yeah, no idea,” he croaks out much more depressingly than he was aiming for, drawing questioning glances from both of you.

after jungwon had successfully connected, heeseung regards painfully as you go all the way back to the character selection scene, erasing his entire vehicle design and map choices before reselecting luigi as if nothing happened.

and to top it all of, stupid, stupid jungwon had swooped in at breakneck speed and rushed to choose mario before heeseung could even recover from his sorrowful mourning. “there, now we can match y/n!” the cat-like boy had giggled cutely, and it made heeseung want to pull his own hoodie strings until he choked in raging frustration.

was it too much to ask to have just one small, cute, alone moment with his partner today?

“aww, look at us!” you grin obliviously, “maybe heeseung can be peach!”

jungwon nods, “or he could be bowser!”

heeseung thinks he’d rather die.

—

after suffering through five whole rounds of slipping on banana peels and jungwon purposely trying to hit him with blue shells, heeseung had announced that he was done playing for the day; throwing the controller down defeatedly and sludging over to his bedroom with a pout.

it was easy for you to tell that something upset your boyfriend, and unfortunately for jungwon, he was your priority over mario kart no matter how intense the tournament was getting.

after a swift goodbye hug to the younger boy, you depart from the living room to find heeseung curled up on his bed, black headphones barely peeking out from under his purple hood. his bambi eyes widen curiously at your entrance, pausing his music as you take the spot on bed next to him.

“hi pretty boy.” you playfully wiggle your brows, knowing just how to get the boy next to you smiling again. however, your normally victorious strategy seems to fail; lips falling as you notice his gentle smile barely reaches his eyes. “how’re you feeling?”

caressing his knuckles in yours, you watch his face carefully. “m’okay, just a little bummed out after today. was hoping to spend my time with just you for once in a blue moon,” he murmurs honestly.

this is one of your (many) favourite things about heeseung.

no matter big or small, he’s never afraid or embarrassed to display his emotions and express them to you. if you buy him a new video game, he’ll do a little giddy dance and pepper you in thankful smooches. if you make him mad, he won’t just brush it off; he’ll let you know with a glare or frown before going right back to smiling after your apology.

if he’s upset that his whole day with you was ruined, he’ll tell you that until you give him the attention he deserved, which is what you decide to do.

you smile before wrapping your entire body around his, leaving small pecks along his face and neck. “well, it seems like you’re alone now.. and here i am,” you remind slyly.

the boy exhales in what could only be described as relief at your suggestion, wrapping his arms around your body hesitantly as if you’d poof into thin air at any moment. you reach a lazy hand up to massage the delicate roots of his hair, planting kisses on the side of his neck and showering him in all the love he craved and merited.

“am i in heaven?” he suddenly murmurs, eyes fluttering shut.

you pause your ministrations to peer up at him, snickering softly. “until the boy’s get back and force us to join their karaoke night, sure.”

heeseung immediately groans as if you’d punched his gut, eyes shutting tighter in agony while you laugh harder. “baby, don’t talk about them right now.”

feeling half an ounce of sympathy, you mumble out an apology before hastily returning to your gentle touches.

you’d admit that during other occasions like this, heeseung was the one spoiling you; willingly being the big spoon during every cuddle session and giving you all the affection and care.

though because of the lofty opportunity presented right in front of you this afternoon, you could now agree that you see the appeal of being the attention-giver.

you sigh, feeling your arm cramp from staying in such an awkward position atop heeseung’s head for so long. when not a single complaint is heard as you remove your hand, your eyebrow raises, anticipating the whiny ‘noooo’ or ‘put it back’ from the male under you.

that’s when you sit up on your elbow, studying the expression of a now fast-asleep heeseung. at first you chuckle, taking a picture and admiring his flawless beauty before eventually stifling a yawn, allowing your own eyes to shut mindlessly.

—

“ooh heeseung hyung! guess what we’re doing t—“ riki pauses his boisterous announcement, freezing in the doorway as he registers the bizarre view inside heeseung’s bedroom.

there you and his bandmate lay, limbs all over the place, hair a mess, and a single, unappealing drop of drool cascading down the corner of heeseung’s mouth. your soft snoring was luckily muffled against his purple hoodie, but riki still nearly burst out laughing at one of your legs that was awkwardly hanging off the bed with a sock dangling off your heel.

“yah,” the maknae whisper-yells, sending quick gestures once the other boy’s met his playful gaze.

in no time, three more of the members had arrived to witness the spectacle. jay was hitting sunoo’s shoulder while silent laughing hysterically, jake had to run out before his laughter woke you up, and riki was busy taking blackmail pictures from each and every angle.

“that’s enough, idiot,” sunoo eventually scolds, and riki obliges amazingly, stuffing his phone into his pocket with an evil giggle.

jay lets out a huff, nodding over to heeseung, “jake and won said he’s been pouty all day, you got any idea why?”

“oh, probably ‘cause i was purposely taking y/n’s attention at the movie today.”

their eyes widen, and sunoo nearly forgets to whisper. “what the hell were you of all people doing third wheeling their date!?”

“okay, that part wasn’t on purpose,” riki defends, and jay gives him the stink eye. “no, seriously! me and jake hyung just happened to go to the same theatre at the same time.”

sunoo murmurs something about them being idiots again right as jay shoots another question at the younger. “well why’d you have to bother y/n? you know heeseung would get all whiny, riki.”

the younger shrugs, nonchalantly making his way to the door. “because it’s funny.”

before either boy’s could scold him, a yawn is heard from the bed, making all three heads snap nervously to an arising heeseung. he yawns, stretching exaggeratedly, “what’s funny?”

all three of them glance at each other, rushing out and slamming the bedroom door closed. “nothing!”

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XIAO.

when he scolds you for being reckless / not taking proper care of yourself.

you know your yaksha vowed to protect you, and truth be told, you always tried your best to be extra careful when going out on missions. sometimes, though, injuries and bruises can’t be avoided.

“why didn’t you call my name?” xiao asks you, his tone harsher than he intended. his own scarred hands keep at work bandaging the gash on your arm.

“i didn’t want to bother, xiao.” you point out, nonchalantly. crossing your legs over the bed you’re sat at, head resting on the wall behind you, you add: “it wasn’t that much of a tough fight, and i know you have other, more important, matters to attend to.”

the slam on the wall right beside your head is something you had not expected.

“more important? do you honestly think i could have anything more important to attend to than your safety?” xiao’s golden eyes are intense, almost glowing, brow furrowed in-between concern and frustration, his tattooed arm caging you between him and the wall.

and as you shake your head and stutter a “n-no?” all you can think about is the way the adeptus’ lean muscles are tensed up and how close he is to you right now.

SCARAMOUCHE.

when he asks you to give him your hand.

you swear the wanderer has put a spell on you. his eyes, an all too hypnotic shade of intense violet; his voice, softening when he addresses you. scaramouche extends his hand to you, slender fingers slightly folded when he asks you to take it.

for an instant, you find yourself lost in thought, as if in a trance by the wondrous man that he is. the warm breeze of sumeru’s night ruffles his locks of midnight hair. his free hand comes up to catch the brim of his hat, the veins and tendons prominent when he flexes his fingers.

“well? what are you exactly waiting for?” scaramouche chuckles, an amused and proud glint flitting across his eyes of iris petals. you start, pulled out of your little reverie by his baritone.

you inhale, breath hitching under the wanderer’s inscrutable yet softened gaze. you take his hand. he squeezes it, firmly but gently. together, you take off into the night.

ALBEDO.

when he asks you to model for him.

it’s the nonchalance in his tone and his calm visage that cause your cheeks to warm up. it’s the way he carries himself, elegant, regal, the picture perfect image of a golden prince.

“my love,” the alchemist, now in the role of a painter, begins. “would you do me the honor of being my model?” albedo inquires, thumb tracing your lower lip.

you swallow, the icy air of dragonspine not enough to cool down the heat rising to your face. albedo’s teal eyes regard you, curious, attentive, as if trying to commit to memory every detail, every eyelash and line of your face.

you nod, not trusting your words to not tremble. and when your lover pulls down your sweater, baring your shoulders, the gentlest of kisses landing there, and tells you to keep still, that he will begin to paint you, your heartbeat is loud on your ears.

TIGHNARI.

when he gets sassy, especially when his intention is to tease you, just a little.

your boyfriend is very pretty, undeniably so, his hazel turquoise eyes focused on his task; dark silky hair gently swaying in the rainforest’s soft breeze; his long ears twitching every now and then, velvety tail following suit, swishing from side to side.

there are moments like this, in which you get completely entranced and captured by tighnari’s beauty, by him, your gaze unapologetically focused on his form, and unaware that, you are, in fact, staring.

“love, your eyes are going to get dry if you don’t blink.” tighnari’s voice pulls you out of your daze, your gaze even more wide, if that was possible, at your boyfriend’s teasing tone.

you start, scrambling for words that would die in your throat.

“i- uh… i…” you can feel your heart rate increasing, tighnari’s amused grin making it impossible for your thoughts to clear.

he chuckles, then:

“it’s okay, darling.” tighnari’s lips brush against the corner of yours, you can feel his smile. “i know just the way to make you close your eyes.” he whispers, before leaning in to properly kiss you on the lips.

CYNO.

when he tells you he’ll keep you safe.

cyno is aware you can hold your own in a fight and emerge as the victor. but his instincts and protective nature always urge him to keep you safe and guarded.

the way cyno’s hand wraps softly but firmly around your wrist should be familiar by now and yet, this simple action of his always manages to cause for your breath to hitch.

perhaps it is because it comes with no previous warning; maybe it’s the way his voice drops an octave when he gets close to you and assures you: “you’ll be safe with me.”; and of course, it could also be the caress of his hair on your skin when he leans close to whisper reassuring words, and the intensity of his scarlet gaze.

more than once, he has wondered if you were feeling alright, if there was some danger that he had not sensed yet. it’s endearing, you think, how your boyfriend has no idea of the effect he has on you.

HEIZOU.

when he uses pet names, his green eyes crinkling up with every smile.

the young detective knows very well the effect his compliments and lingering touches have on you. not one to be shy or bashful, heizou uses his flirtatious ways to make your heart skip some beats.

sometimes, he takes you completely by surprise, his arms wrapping around you from behind when you’re preparing breakfast. for a few seconds, he just stays there, the sweetness of your scent making him feel as if his nightly dreams haven’t ended yet. then, out of nowhere, he leans close to your ear, messy strands of his maroon hair tickling you when he whispers:

“good morning, my princess. you look beautiful as ever.”

the pan and spatula you were holding almost clutter to the counter, at the same time an electrifying sensation runs all the way down your spine.

when heizou chuckles, however, nuzzling further into your shoulder, you can help but smile and regard him fondly. what a charmer he can be, but he is your charmer, and that makes you happy, he makes you happy.

AYAKA.

when she is in battle, assisting or protecting you.

the shirasagi himegimi cuts through the battlefield in a rapid dance of frost and steel. her movements are precise, elegant and effective, cutting down opponent after opponent with her blade.

her clear sky gaze is serious, focused, not leaving any room for hesitation, as if she was able to predict every movement from the enemy.

perhaps it is ayaka’s enchanting presence that makes you lose focus, your own weapon knocked out of your grasp before you realize exactly how and when it happened.

“you’re finished!” the kairagi spats, only for the blow to never come.

a clash of metal, then, your girlfriend’s voice, uncharacteristically cold, as the snow and frost she commands.

“i don’t think so!” she announces, knocking the enemy unconscious with a masterful flick of her katana, a rain of frosted sakura petals in her wake.

MONA.

when she teaches you astrology and hydromancy.

mona was always passionate about her craft, that was a known fact to the people of mondstadt, including you. what you had never expected when you first met the mighty astrologist, was that she would end up teaching you some techniques.

mona sits crossed legged across from you, a huge leather-bound book with shiny dark blue covers and golden lettering embossed on them in her hands. her dark bangs fall over her clear teal eyes, flitting from one side of the page to the other. meanwhile, you are trying to learn how to draw star and natal charts. the process is clearly not as easy as your lover makes it seem, multiple calculations and accurate line-art required.

unaware, you let out a huff of frustration, which catches the attention of your partner.

“alright, let me see what you’ve got.” she tells you, a hand on her hip, the other glossing over your papers. “not bad at all.” she muses. “let me see… here.” she says, taking ahold of your hand and guiding your pencil in the right direction. “try like this instead. it will be easier!”

you’re not sure your now distracted and flustered state is going to make the task at hand any less complicated, but for mona, you’ll try. after all, the spark in her eyes, and the excitement she tries to downplay are a cute sight on her.

BEIDOU.

when she’s tipsy and gets more physically affectionate with you in public.

party nights at the alcor were not something uncommon, what with everyone in the crew and the captain’s good mood and love for tasty meals and quality drink, the atmosphere was usually quite suitable for celebration.

the issue, sometimes, was that captain beidou definitely had a high alcohol tolerance, while some of the crew members did not, which resulted in a very drunk and very diverse bunch at the end of the night.

as much as beidou can hold her alcohol, though, it was oftentimes that she drank enough to be tipsy, which resulted in the affections you two kept in her private cabin to be somewhat exposed (to the few members of the crux that weren’t completely inebriated, anyway).

“babe, come here.” beidou smiles, widely, wrapping her strong arms around your middle. it catches you off guard, the way she rests her chin on your shoulder and tightens his hold a little tighter around you so in public.

and perhaps it’s everyone’s chatter and laughter, or the marine breeze lit by the moon, or the knowing look a certain ronin gives you, smiling and walking away to give you and beidou more privacy, but, even though you can’t help being a little shy, you suppose it’s okay to indulge too.

SHENHE.

when she picks you up in her arms.

no matter if it’s exhaustion or a sprained ankle, your girlfriend really doesn’t hesitate to hoist you up and carry you in her arms. gradually, you’re getting used to it, and you have to admit it feels nice, to rest in her plump chest, her heartbeat a relaxing constant as you cross through liyue’s landscapes.

however, the first few times it always took you completely off-guard. you are not sure if it was shenhe’s calm expression or the ease with which she picked you up, as if you weighted nothing, but you remember how you mentioned you were tired once, and next thing you knew you were being carried around.

thinking back on it, it was kind of cute, how shenhe didn’t really understand why you got so shy. you ended up chuckling, pecking her lips softly, a “thank you, dearest.” leaving your lips as you hugged her close under jueyun karst’s moonlight.

what you don’t quite know, however, is that that simple action of yours caused for color to raise to your beloved’s cheeks.

YAE MIKO.

when she wipes traces of food from the corners of your lips.

delicate petals in various shades of soft pink and rose flutter in the early spring breeze at narukami shrine. the sky is clear and cloudless, the last remnants of winter’s snow having melted away weeks ago.

you and lady yae, the guuji of narukami shrine and also your lover, find yourselves enjoying some dango milk, the new sweet drink that’s become so popular in inazuma lately.

yae miko is telling you stories about her past, being a youkai having lived for hundreds of years, her tales are always fantastical and full of magic. her hair, matching the cherry blossoms above, sways delicately with every one of her movements. you can’t help but be in awe at the elegance and presence she carries herself with.

xiao falls in love with you like the last leaf of autumn. every fleeting touch, every laugh, every flower you tuck behind his ear is another gust of wind that threatens to pluck him free from the branch. but, he cannot fall, he cannot reach the ground— he will not allow it. as if in retribution, he resists; hides the red tainting his face when you kiss his cheek in thanks and forces a frown upon his lips when you bring him almond tofu. but nature does not stop for those afraid to love, and winter arrives, and you are there to melt the ice caging his heart. and when he comes crashing down into you, clutching onto your hands in fear and desperation, he finally lets you envelop him in the open arms of your love. a final push from the wind and he flutters freely to the ground.

zhongli falls in love with you like an opal in the bedrock. it remains pristine and untouched between all the mineral that’s formed over the millennia he’s roamed the earth as a god, the few years he’s walked the streets of liyue as a fledgling of a human. gone are the days where his heart once belonged to another, but then he meets you— and you begin to chip away at the stone with a pickaxe. it's in the tugs of his sleeve, the arduous twinkle in your eyes when you look his way, the trinkets you place in his palm with an earnest smile— zhongli, this reminded me of you— when he realizes you've mined your way into his heart, cradling the opal close to your chest. he looks inside and sees his future; you, as his sun and moon and all his stars.