he would hold your hand a little tighter out of instinct whenever you guys are in a crowded place, making sure you stick with him
when you guys weren't dating yet, he was too shy to hold your hand so his hand would hover behind your back to keep you safe :(
seonghyeon would definitely keep thousands of your photos in his phone, most of them being candid pics he took of you without you even noticing
seonghyeon clings to you all the time when you guys are alone but since this guy is little shy he only keeps his hands locked with your or an arm around your shoulder when you guys are in public
when you guys have a movie night in your home, his hand would automatically find his place around your shoulder or around your waist while his head is buried in your neck as he gets sleepy
whenever you guys are sitting together his head would rest on your shoulder or on the top of your head as while he pulls you towards his chest, its like a habit for him now he physically cant be comfortable when hes not touching you
he insists on matching your outfits or even just coordinating them in some way, he loves it when its obvious that you guys belong to each other no matter if its even in just a tiny aspect
seonghyeon looooves posting you on his instagram, he even has a separate highlight on his account just for you. almost all of his posts feature you ever since you guys started dating. and when you guys weren't dating, his stories and posts still had you in them in subtle ways like your hands or your back
whenever hes going out he always asks for your feedback and advice on his outfits, he trusts and loves your taste so much
seonghyeon loves kissing you, he is obsessed. he would always be stealing little pecks on your lips or cheek here and there, always asks for a kiss before going anywhere he calls your kisses his 'good luck charm'
when you guys recently started talking he would ask your friends about your favourite food, favourite places, and so much more to make sure you enjoy every moment with him and also to impress you
seonghyeon enjoys every moment with you, you both could just be walking and it would be one of the best moments ever for him. hes so glad that he has you in his life, he makes sure to keep you happy forever
seonghyeon tries to acts nonchalant whenever his friends tease him with your name but deep down hes giggling and its quite obvious from the way his face and eats turn red
seonghyeon has a list of your fav rom-com movies, it is to see if he can recreate some of the cute and romantic moments with you without you noticing to make you happy, and you dont even know about the list
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♬ dancing in the kitchen – zachary knowles . our song – taylor swift
› a/n : hello! another chapter of home is out and it's lowkey inspired by two songs from my fav artists. ugh.. martin is so boyfriend coded in this. had my feet kicking the air and toes curled to his cuteness like mama, i want a martin too.. anw, i hope all of u enjoy this as i do! <3
The sound of utensils clanking rings through the kitchen, straight to your shared bedroom.
“Babe, is everything okay?”
You half shout from your bed.
“Uh. Yeah! No one is hurt!”
Martin replies with a full yell, blastered across the apartment unit.
You move the heavy duvet to the side, making your way to the kitchen where Martin is preparing a breakfast for two.
Your feet drag you slowly to the kitchen.
You can see him barely crouching 90 degrees, retrieving the burnt pieces of something on the floor.
Then you quietly give him a backhug, making him startled at the sudden contact.
You snuggle into his warmth, inhaling his familiar musky scent.
“Morning”.
Smooch.
Martin mumbles his morning wish back, while reciprocating your smooch on the lips.
“Smell something good, so I drag my lazy bum here.”
“Made some cheese toasts for us!”
Cheese toast. That's the menu.
You tap your forehead lightly as a sign of forgetting that you are the one who is supposed to make his favorite meal this morning.
“Oh my god, Eds! I am so sorry. How can I forget that you are craving for it yesterday?”
You facepalm with a slight anger in yourself.
With a slow hum, Martin circles your waist and rubs your side on the fabric of your silk nightwear.
He flashes a gentle smile.
“Nah, that's okay. My girl should have more time of her beauty sleep”.
You ruffle his fluffy morning hair and giggle at his answer.
“I can see that you hardly survive a battle against the stove and the pan just now”.
“Well at least your kitchen is safe from any damage right, baby?”
He pecks you on your crown.
“Yeah right! What's with the burnt ones in the sink?”
You throw a side eye to him and wiggle your eyebrows.
“Ugh no way. You caught me in a broad daylight!”
His shoulders slump a bit.
“I never meant to.” You mock him with a sly grin.
“But hey, I made us breakfast. So stop!”
You coo at his childish antics, making him pout.
You then tiptoed to give him a peck. “Thank you!”
He returns your peck with a deep french kiss on your lips, making you gasp and slap his chest lightly.
He lets out his signature husky laugh, straight to your face.
Both of you move to the dining table, with a plate of cheese toasts and a glass of fresh milk served by your boyfriend.
One glass is just enough. You can always share a sip of it. Not that you are a fan of milk though.
“Is it good?” Martin anticipates a reaction from you.
“Tastes the same as how I usually do it.”
You tell him with an honest look.
“Then why did mine is different back in LA?”
Oh. He looks way too serious now.
“Is it the cheese?”
“Nope!” You let out a loud stress on the 'p' sound.
“You are just being clingy, Martin. That's it.”
“You're mean.” He intends to grab the toast from your hand, but you retract way faster than him.
“Uh uh, mama says do not play with the food!”
“Ugh... you should be grateful that I still let you have it.”
You fake a dramatic gasp. “Wow, that means you love me.”
Martin ignores your tease and pinches your nose. Cute! He loves your rosy tinted nose.
It definitely seems like a typical setting of breakfast at home on the weekend, having a morning banter together with your partner.
You kind of like it though, and weekends are supposed to be like this. You hum an unknown song with dangling happy feet under the table.
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While you are busy with the laundry, Martin is seating comfortably at the living room with his acoustic guitar.
That guitar. The one that you bought for him on his previous birthday.
Your heart warms at the sight. It feels so domestic.
Right after you shove the last piece of cloth into the washing machine, you stride over to where Martin is.
The couch dips lightly due to your weight.
You settle with both legs folded underneath your hip, and hook a hand on his shoulder to play with his nape.
His long and slender fingers strumming the strings of random tunes easily.
His eyes are focusing on the strings, while you observe his nearly serious face. His head bops slowly to the sound he plays.
His lashes are curled perfectly in its place. His brows crease slightly like he is processing a new song in his mind.
Pretty boy. You think.
“How come we don't have our own song already?”
”Huh?”
“Why, you, as a super smart boyfriend producer, do not have a song written for us?”
You repeat your question in a whiny tone, making your lips puckered unintentionally.
Martin catches a glimpse of your pouty lips and chuckles. His hand playfully pinches your cheeks.
You blush at his sudden encounter.
“Who said that I never intended writing a song for us?”
You gasp, half shock at his revelation.
“Then why I haven't heard any of it? It's not like I'm complaining but.. ugh.. Never mind.”
You stop playing with his nape. Your face is now few inches away from him.
Martin acts steady, all ears to your babbles with all his energy saved in him.
He never feels tired of listening to your voice. A beautiful voice that brings joy to him.
He reaches for both of your hands and clasp them into his.
“Baby, that's because our song isn't for the public to listen to. It's reserved for us. Only both of us”.
You listen intently.
He tucks your hair behind your ears and brings you close to lean on his chest.
His heart beats calmly behind you.
He plays with your ring on your finger, absentmindedly. The one that he once bought for you.
The same promise ring that he has one too.
“Our song—is the sound of the slamming door when we were having small fights.”
“Our song—is the overlapping voices when we were on the phones and you talked real slow, thousand miles away from each other”.
“Our song—is the way we laugh when we were having our cozy nights together”.
You have no words in between that. Period.
Martin is so poetic, even with his goofy demeanor. He can be silly, some times.
But some other times, he never plays when he is in his elements.
You lift your head slightly, to look at his face with a longing gaze.
All this while. He was recording his precious, big or small, happy or sad moments together with you in his mind.
Your eyes are already brimming with some hot drops. You reach for his cheek and palm it with the softest lingering touch ever.
“Martin Edwards Park. I can never get enough of you.”
He melts into your warmth.
“Girl, not the government name please.”
“Shut up.”
You look straight into his brown orbs and lean into his face, claiming his lips with a yearning kiss.
He deepens it, making you circle your arms around his broad shoulders.
🍋 ˎˊ˗ LEMONADE ! ᠀୧ AHN KEONHO ───── synopsis : keonho can't help at the fact that you're trying to take running a lemonade stand serious so he teases you constantly the whole time.
masterlist 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ keonho x f!reader — established relationship, constant teasing, teenagers being teenagers, fluff (cuteness aggression), teenage love, one swear word, peck on the cheek, drabble
are we seriously running a lemonade stand? keonho smirks as he pinches your forearm. you winche at the sudden touch, slapping his hand off of you, which only makes keonho giggle more. "yes we are." you mutter, "my mom said im broke." you crack out a slight smile, beginning to scratch at the nape of your neck.
keonho whined in annoyance, "when have you ever needed money anyways? i buy you everything." he leans closer, obvious tease written all over his face, words, and actions. you roll your eyes, "for when we break up." you lean away from him, side eyeing in the mean time.
he pushes himself back at your remark, letting out a shock gasp, "what did you just say?" he questions. it was your turn to smirk, leaning closer to him this time, "i'll use this money for when we break up." you smile teasingly.
he flicks your forehead, giggling, "well looks like you're going nowhere in life – whatever you forced me to do, isn't going to get you anywhere." he shakes his head, looking over at the set up; a old small wooden table from your childhood, the basket filled with 'decorative' real lemons that he complained to you about, the huge jug of homemade lemonade, and the two complete stacks of plastic cups. the sign that was glued to the stick next to you; clearly not traced nor practiced, no color, filled in with sharpie, with a side of few lemon stickers next to it.
thanks to keonho, you were in for a ride.
"keonho, whenever someone walks by, you have to scream lemonade, lemonade!" you nudge his arm, plotting your chin against the palms of your hands, sighing as you watch groups of families walk past.
he laughs, "you're acting like we had nobody come up to us." he rolled his eyes playfully, "but i am not doing that. this and that suggestion is dumb." you turn to look at him, glaring with a deadpan, "call my lemonade stand stupid again and see what's going to happen."
he whistles with the biggest smile plastered on his face, "woah. i did not call your lemonade stand stupid." you plant your palms on the wooden table, glaring still intense as before, "you're basically nick picking me for running a lemonade stand." you whine out, almost like a yell but as low so nobody could hear you.
he let out a ray of giggles — although that's what he's been doing this whole time, "it's just funny and maybe cute." he reaches out a hand to place your hair behind your ear but before he could do so, it get smacked away, "don't even try to flirt with me right now." you turn back to face the public, visibly annoyed with the situation. "let's not get too feisty here, otherwise this jar isn't going to fill up."
"keonho stop annoying me before i fire you."
"if you fire me you won't be making anymore sales." he sighs, crossing his arms as he leaned into the small wooden chair, followed by with a creak. "what do you mean by that?" you raise an eyebrow at him. "all of this – " he raises the clear jar filled with money, shaking it lightly, "is probably because of my looks." he shrugs.
you raise your lip in digust, snatching the jar away from his grip, "nobody is thinking that." you roll your eyes — for the thousandth time that noon, placing the jar back down semi – dramatically – aggressively.
"don't worry, if i saw you here, i'd think you're the most beautiful girl ever." he places an arm around your neck, bringing you into his side – practically falling off your own chair, while the side of your face was plastered onto his shoulder. "not only that, i would fill up this jar everyday because of how cute you are." he finishes off. but before you could even reply, he brings you into a tighter grip, now being completely shoved into the crook of his neck and his chest, as he placed his cheek onto the side of your head, shaking you aggressively.
"keonho!" you whine out, trying to push out of his grip but no success was made as he only brought out his other arm, forming into a true hug. "this is so fucking embarrassing." you whisper out, shutting your eyes in the process. "i think what's embarrassing is you running a lemaonde stand." he teases purely, stopping the shaking as he leaned down to plant a kiss onto your cheek.
ew, you not so forcefully get out of his grip, wiping the kiss away off your cheek. you leaned back, expecting him to attack you even more with kisses or just pure cuteness aggression but instead he just stared at you with a big smile — a smile that led to creases into his eyes.
"you just let the whole public see that monstrosity, i hope you know that." you semi – pout, pushing his forehead back with a finger. 
"good because i'm tired of this lemonade idea." he starts, "well honestly, i just thought it was really cute watching you take this serious like a real job." he puckers his lips towards you – almost more so like a dramatic pout.
you lightly smack his lips, laughing, "i'm not giving you a kiss."
"are you angry at me?" he forms his lips into a real pout, bringing an arm around your waist this time, pushing his chair closer to you. "i'm not making fun of your lemonade stand." he leans in closer to your face, blocking your view from the public. you almost believed he was being considerate of your feelings, "i know. keonho." you turn to look away from him. "right. i'm making fun of you." he cracks out another smile, grabbing your chin to face him.
you let out a distress groan, "i'm starting to regret everything." you pout, staring at him like there was real emotion being seaped out within you. "i'm sorry, i just love teasing you." he rubs his thumb across your pout, "hope you know that pout isn't going to stop me though."
ness ˎˊ˗ guys i got inspired by lemonade by aespa. if you haven't streamed it OR listened to it in general, please do so. love you & have a lemonadey summer 💛
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hello guys can u write martin x plus size reader perhaps😣😣😣 thank you if u do i love ur writing sm
ISNT SHE LOVELY?
Random headcanons on Martin with a plus-sized gf <3
MARTIN EDWARDS X PLUS!SIZED FEM!READER — headcanons, insecurity mentions, established relationship, martin calls reader mama & pretty girl
⋆˚꩜｡ dae’s note: okay so i had an initial fic idea but i i don’t know if it’s silly, AND starting with headcannons always feels like a welcoming ceremony LMFAO so here we are! my initial idea was martin who runs cold and his thicc gf who’s always warm (because i stay overheating) to the touch and they go night swimming and he’s freezing his ass off so he clings to her but lowkey this was before the videos of juhoon freezing HIS ass off LMAO so maybe i’ll do that with him or all of them 😼😝 just let me know because i looovveee writing for my fellow chubby baddies 😚😚
side note: i just want to add that the photos have nothing to do with readers skin tone! this goes for all of my works, but it felt extra necessary to add here. the pictures are just cute and very martin coded in my humble opinion :) <3
⊹ ࣪ ˖ requests open for cortis ! i write headcannons, one-shots, text fics, and love to represent for my plus-sized readers. feel free to send requests, thoughts, or simply chat! <3
divider from @saradika-graphics !
First of all, we’re all thinking it. He’s tall and lanky, and he does think there’s something aesthetically pleasing about the fact that you’re chubby and likely shorter than him — even if you aren’t shorter than him, the first point stands!
I feel like Martin is a very aesthetically based person. Like, his initial attraction to someone has less to do with how they actually look and way more to do with their energy and style. To which, I think Martin would live for someone with a unique style, be it grungey or super femme, he just likes the overall eccentricity!
(James also has this energy. They fuck with weird and whimsy maxxing to the highest degree!)
Nothing beats seeing you in his clothes. For a long time, I always hated that trope, as a bigger girl, but that’s the catch. Martin thinks it’s incredibly attractive that his shirts hug you so tightly, rather than engulf you. He loves seeing your curves and rolls on display, and the fact that it’s in one of his clothing items makes it all the more intimate.
On the flip side, he loves stealing YOUR clothes! Martin will happily indulge in borrowing your shirts, sweatpants, etc.
Your hugs and cuddles would wake him from a coma, he thinks.
Hugs are always nice, but Martin always seems to melt into you. You’re just so, so soft, and again he’s very lanky and slender, so he feels like it’s the perfect contrast, to him. If you could hold him up, I promise he’s leaning on you for full support just to smush himself closer to you, because he’d be glued to you at all times if he could.
Also, he loves laying on top of you, or having your leg hooked over his hip, snuggled up to one another. He likes you close.
Martin is 100% going to squish you. Be it hugs, your cheeks, occasionally a roll— usually subconscious, when he’s nervous or thinking a lot.
Martin genuinely could not care less about stretch marks, hyperpigmentation, rolls, cellulite, etc. Many of us overthink these qualities, but Martin doesn’t overlook them, he genuinely thinks nothing of the little things. You’re you, and he loves you exactly as you are. Yes, you with a double chin, or chubby arms, whatever it is you may be worried about. He doesn’t shy away from reassuring you, if you get in your head about those things, because he means it when he says he thinks everything about you is stunning.
“It’s about the big picture, mama— I mean, I love all of you. Every little thing, but for your sake, when you start beating yourself up…your style is sick as fuck, your hair suits you so well, your eyes are so pretty, and nothing about you takes away from how fucking perfect and worthy you are. You are so, so loved, pretty girl.”
Maybe i’m getting too deep in my feels about Martin, but he truly, truly seems like such an open-minded, loving person. He falls hard, loved harder, and cherishes you sincerely. It all comes down to connection for him. He loves love and has so much of it to give!
Dudeee can u do a cortis ot5 where irl conversation reader drops their full name like uk there's a prank like that
— bf!cortis when you call him by his full name (prank)
i originally wanted to make proper ficlets for this, but my reqs are starting to fill up... so i'm going to have to start making some reqs like these instead... imsososorry.
martin edwards park
✴︎ ok but saying martin edwards?? probably wont give you much more than a side-eye and maybe a questioning look.
✴︎ but park woojo?
✴︎ he def takes a second just to remember that's... technically him
✴︎ not offended or scared, just confused at where its coming from
✴︎ treats it like you've suddenly started calling him by an old username
✴︎ spends the whole prank wondering where this came from
"park woojo."
nothing.
"martin."
"yeah?"
you immediately have to look away before you start laughing.
the second time gets a reaction, but not the one you expect.
"...who?"
"you."
"oh."
there's a pause.
"right."
another pause.
"that's me."
from that point onward, every time you call him park woojo he looks just confused. not upset. not suspicious. just completely lost as to why you've suddenly decided to start using a name nobody ever really calls him.
james / chao yufan
✴︎ surprised because no one has used his full name casually like that in soooo long
✴︎ gets completely sidetracked once he realizes your pronunciation is perfect
✴︎ makes you repeat it just to hear it again
✴︎ spends more time asking where you learned it than questioning the prank
✴︎ remembers he was supposed to be suspicious ten minutes later
"chao yufan."
his head snaps up almost immediately.
"...what?"
"can you move?"
instead of answering, he just stares at you for a second.
"say it again."
"what?"
"my name."
now you're the confused one.
you repeat it and he immediately grins.
"again."
the prank completely falls apart from there because now he's too busy asking where you learned the pronunciation from. by the time he remembers something weird is happening, the conversation has already moved on.
kim juhoon
✴︎ catches on too fast i fear
✴︎ decides if you're using government names then he's doing it too
✴︎ starts responding with your full name every chance he gets
✴︎ commits to the bit harder than you do
✴︎ somehow turns the prank against you
"kim juhoon."
he looks over immediately.
"yes, yn ln?"
you already know this was a mistake.
"can you pass me the remote?"
"certainly, yn ln."
he hands it over with a completely straight face.
from then on, every sentence includes your full name somehow. it only gets worse when he realizes you're trying not to laugh.
by the end of the day, you've heard your own government name more times than he's heard his, and somehow he's the one enjoying himself.
eom seonghyeon
✴︎ immediately assumes something bad happened
✴︎ sits up straighter every time you say it
✴︎ mentally prepares for bad news that never comes
✴︎ keeps asking if everything's okay
✴︎ doesn't find the prank nearly as funny as everyone else
"eom seonghyeon."
his head lifts instantly.
"...yeah?"
"can you hold this for a second?"
he takes it without question, but the look doesn't leave his face.
later you do it again.
"eom seonghyeon."
"...what happened?"
"nothing happened."
"are you sure?"
after the third time, he's fully convinced you're working up to something. when you eventually tell him it's a prank, he just stares at you with that slightly annoyed, soft scowl of his.
"...i thought you were about to tell me something serious."
ahn keonho
✴︎ doesn't react much at first because everyone calls him ahn-kono affectionally anyway
✴︎ gets confused by the way you're saying it rather than the name itself
✴︎ starts trying to analyze your tone like there's some hidden meaning
✴︎ keeps randomly bringing it back up later
✴︎ finds the prank more annoying than funny because now he's bothered by something he can't explain
the first time you call him ahn keonho, he barely reacts.
"ahn keonho."
"hm?"
"can you pass me that?"
"yeah."
that's it. you almost think the prank is going to fail completely until you do it again later. and then again. by the third time, he finally pauses.
"...why do you keep saying my name like that?"
"like what?"
"i don't know." he frowns. "just... ahn keon-ho."
when you refuse to explain, it somehow bothers him even more. twenty minutes later he'll still randomly glance over and ask, "seriously though, why'd you say ahn keonho like that?"
Can you pls write some fluff about Louis being comforted by his gf after an exhausting day? Thank you smm
Comforting BF Louis After an Exhausting Day~ (Louis is your big baby~Filling up his social battery with cuddles)
It started when Louis got quiet—quieter than normal
wasn’t cracking the same inside jokes
wasn’t blowing up your phone with memes and funny edits
wasn’t asking you to join his server on Fortnite
…he never even gave you the daily FaceTime call that evening
Once arrived at his dorm, Woojin opened up the front door. Ushering you in
“He’s been in his room all day” his brows scrunched in concern
“made everyone get out. said he needed ‘alone time’ .”
“Oh.” You nodded to Woojin
“I got it” patting his shoulder that dropped in relief. you made your way to your boyfriends closed bedroom 
Louis was never the type to ask for alone time
Despite that being how he’d recharge— confining in you about how much fun he had alone whenever he got too overwhelmed, still he was never one to go out of his way to stop a hangout
Cracking his room open -slowly- there laid a sleeping Louis
Long limbs poking from out the blanket
face covered by lengthy hair spilling all around-only his tall nose peeking through the strands that danced with the fan overhead
His faint movement caused from the glow spilling through the open door–highlighting his still figure
Stepping in- you left it ajar to see enough
Louis looked exhausted, overworked. Sleeping peacefully yet you noticed the deep heaving of his chest
Carefully lifting the sheets to not disturb, you laid beside him
burying your face in his broad chest
his skin felt warm from the covers. Immediately you enveloped him—pecking his full cheeks softly till he woke
“Baby?”
His voice was hoarse. dry from sleep, doe eyes drowsily staring down at you
As if second nature, he returned the hug
Nuzzling his face to the crook of your neck
For a moment he only breathed silently against it—your familiar scent filling him abundantly
Then you spoke over his ear
“What’s wrong Lou? You’ve been locked in here all day–no calls–no texts”
A deep sigh escaped Louis —as if that was a loaded question
“Nothings wrong…I’m just. tired” his arms tightened desperately. Needing your comfort more than anything. So you gave him that, not questioning any further. You knew it was from his packed schedule, and freshly entering high school where majority students spoke Korean, a language he sometimes struggled with.
Soothingly—your fingers threaded through his silky hair, earning a gentle sigh from him that tickled your nape, immediately you felt his shoulders drop—melting against your touch, his eyes closed back up
Louis’s heavy hand laid against your back
Tracing gentle circles to it in return that caused you goosebumps
“Sorry I ignored you today… love you—needed you here.”
Brushing his black locks away, you tucked them behind his ear lovingly, watching his relaxed side profile
“Don’t worry—I’m here now. next time tell me”
Louis hummed back a ‘yes’
You raised the hoodie’s hood over his head to keep him warmer
he looked much more youthful now with you helping him unwind, completely intertwined over you, so much so that he let his legs cover yours—bed frame creaking at the applied pressure
“Lou, babe—you’re heavy” you half joked, seriously, his legs weighed on yours
Uncaring, he pecked your neck, chuckling. His legs never budged, draping. Loving your presence, loving to smother you, needing it to anchor him in the moment
“You’re the one who offered cuddles—I’m just accepting them, all of it”
—
The day ended with both spooning in comfy pajamas—gentle touches—adorable pecks—and heart filled stares between you before drifting off in each others embrace
¡Bonus if you reached the end! (You woke him up with kisses the next day, undoubtedly making his day better when his cheeks flushed—hiding cutely against your hair in embarrassment…later though he returned them with a huge grin)
summary; whether you’re dressed up for date night or wearing sweatpants at home, ryul’s eyes always find you because in all honesty; there isn’t a room, outfit or situation in the world that can stop ryul from checking out his girlfriend..
warnings; fluff, quick kisses, obsessed ryul
wc; 1,2k - requested
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ryul had a problem..
a very serious problem..
and that problem was you, more specifically, his inability to look at you normally,
“stop staring,”
“i literally just looked at you,”
you gave him a questionable look,
“you started at my face and ended at my shoes,”
“i’m just taking you in,” the smirk on his face undeniably lifted
he never learned how to look at you normally, he genuinely didn’t think it was possible actually
the moment you entered a room, his attention was gone..
like, gone gone gone
it didn’t matter who he had been talking to, what he had been doing, or how important the conversation supposedly was
you walk in? and everything else disappeared
it was actually embarrassing, for everyone except him, because ryul had absolutely no shame
> date night was always his favorite,
partly because he got to spend time with you but mostly because he got to stare at you
he was waiting outside your house, leaning against his car with his hands in his pockets when the front door opened,
and right there and then he forgot whatever thought had been in his head
you stepped outside, dressed beautifully but your outfit wasn’t even the point.
it was you, just you
ryul’s gaze immediately found you and slowly traveled downward
then upward,
then downward again,
completely unashamed and super obvious
you barely made it halfway down the walkway before laughing,
“ryul,”
he pushed himself off the car,
“yeah?”
“your eyes,”
“what about them?”
“behave,”
his grin widened, “i can’t,”
“you absolutely can,”
“no i really can’t,”
he reached you and immediately placed a hand on your waist
his eyes swept over you one more time before he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your temple,
“you’re making this difficult,”
“making what difficult?”
“being a gentleman,”
you burst out laughing
“you’re so weird,”
“look at you,” his hand squeezed your side lightly, “then look me in the eyes and say you wouldn’t be staring too,”
by the end of dinner, nothing had improved, if anything, ryul had gotten worse
the 2 of you stepped outside the restaurant and started walking toward the car,
except you noticed after a few seconds that he wasn’t next to you anymore, his steps slowed down until he was closely behind you
you turned and there he was..
standing completely still as soon as you turned towards him
and of course.. he was staring
you covered your face,
“oh my god,”
he shrugged his shoulders looking way too pleased, “what?”
“why are you standing there?”
“i’m sorry miss, i’m just admiring my girlfriend,”
“oh cmon you’ve been looking at me all night,”
“and?”
“you act like you’ve never seen me before,”
his eyes dragged over you once more before he smirked, “not enough,”
you felt your cheeks warm which obviously only encouraged him,
he finally walked over, immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you against his side,
“c’mere,” he kissed your forehead softly, “don’t mind a man appreciating what’s his,”
> the practice room was loud,
there was music blasting, members arguing, someone complaining dramatically about being hungry,
it was just another normal day at the company, until the door opened and you walked in doing gods work carrying bags of snacks and drinks for the boys,
suddenly ryul stopped listening to everyone,
completely..
you were wearing oversized sweatpants and a simple white top,
nothing fancy, nothing special, just a casual outfit
yet somehow his brain reacted exactly the same way as if you’d walked in wearing the most expensive outfit in the world,
his gaze immediately found you and stayed there, surprisingly
one member followed his line of sight and groaned out loud, “there he goes,”
another sighed, “5 seconds! new record,”
you laughed, “what happened?”
“your boyfriend,”
you looked toward ryul, who at this point wasn’t even pretending anymore, he was just staring openly
you raised an eyebrow, “seriously?”
“what?”
“everyone can see you,”
“good,”
the room immediately filled with yells and groans,
“GOOD?”
“HE SAID GOOD,”
ryul ignored them completely,
he crossed the room in a couple steps and took the bags from your hands, tossing them down somewhere on the side for the others to grab,
then immediately slid an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side,
it was so natural, like second nature, almost like breathing (for him)
“thanks for bringing food,”
“you’re welcome,”
“and thanks for showing up,”
you laughed,
“i literally just brought snacks,”
“idc about those snacks,”
his thumb rubbed absentmindedly against your side, the members were practically throwing things at him now,
but he didn’t even notice, because he was looking at you..
only you
> chill sundays were dangerous,
not because anything happened, but because ryul became impossibly clingy,
you walked out of the bathroom after getting ready for bed, comfortable hoodie, simple shorts, your hair slightly messy,
but still..
you immediately felt his gaze and you didn’t even have to look because you already knew,
“don’t,”
“don’t what?”
you turned toward the couch, he was sprawled across it lazily, watching you
and undeniably grinning,
“whatever you’re doing,”
“i’m sitting,”
“you’re staring,”
“also true,”
you rolled your eyes,
ryul just chuckled, opening his arms as you walked closer,
“come here,”
“why?”
“because i miss you,”
the second you got close enough, his hands found your waist,
very very very predictable, every single time, yet he acts like it’s the first time he’s ever held you close,
he pulled you between his knees and rested his chin against your stomach,
making himself a little too comfortable
“hi,”
“hi,”
“you’re cute,”
“stop,”
his hands remained at your waist while he looked up at you completely lovestruck,
then, because he was ryul, he tilted his head and added;
“yk i think i deserve a kiss,”
“for what?”
“for existing,”
“absolutely not,”
“wow?”
“try again,”
he thought for a second, “for being handsome?”
you laughed so hard you nearly fell over,
and somehow that earned him a kiss anyway,
which he obviously accepted with the proudest smile imaginable,
> one afternoon the group had a schedule at a small outdoor event,
you arrived later than expected,
ryul was already talking with staff when he spotted you walking across the area,
it didn’t even take him 3 seconds to notice you,
and mid conversation, his eyes left the staff member, his mind left whatever purpose the schedule had, and his mouth left whatever important thing they were discussing,
he immediately locked onto you and the poor staff member noticed,
followed his gaze and grinned slightly,
“your girlfriend?”
“yeah,”
“i can tell,”
ryul wasn’t even listening anymore,
you reached him a minute later
“hi,”
before you could say anything else, his hand settled at your lower back, pulling you closer.
he always needs you closer,
“there you are,”
“missed me?”
“obviously,”
you laughed and the staff member looked between both of you,
“i’ll come back later,”
“good idea,”
“ryul!”
he grinned unapologetically and pleased with himself,
the second the staff member left, he leaned down and stole a quick kiss,
then another,
and one more.. just because he could,
“what was that for?”
“you showed up,”
“that’s your reason?”
“i don’t need reasons,”
and honestly?
he really didn’t, because every time he looked at you, he wore the exact same expression
like somehow, after all this time, he still couldn’t believe you were actually his
and judging by the way his hands always found you, the way his eyes followed you around every room, and the way he smiled whenever you looked back,
Hii I love your work, I’m more of a silent reader but I was wondering if we could get Ryul fluff? Something like him comforting you after a long day or vice versa I don’t care or anything fluff related I just want some fluff as much as I love all the freaky stuff which trust I do and I’m very grateful for I would just like some comfort I feel like he’s a very domestic guy and like he can be very comforting for his girl in a moments notice idk just me but once again I love your works and thank you sm! </3
꧁༺Ryul!DomesticBF Headcanons༻꧂
𓏲ּ𝄢DomesticBf!Ryul𓏲ּ𝄢 Who runs you a warm bath when he realizes work did a number on you. Adding rose petals and filling you a cup of Champaign as you settled in —the warmth soothing your limbs immediately
𓏲ּ𝄢DomesticBf!Ryul𓏲ּ𝄢 Who loves watching the conjuring series with you after practice. You’d make a pile of blankets and pillows while binging the movies in bed~Ryul would offer to make the popcorn himself (even cooks something up for you two quickly)
𓏲ּ𝄢DomesticBf!Ryul𓏲ּ𝄢 Who buries his face in your stomach whenever you laze on the couch, breathing softly against it which leads to trailing chaste pecks over the plush skin~snuggling into it
𓏲ּ𝄢DomesticBf!Ryul𓏲ּ𝄢 Who has a thing for staring at your lips~ entranced in their shape, color, the way they mold gently on his, the way you line them whenever you do your makeup (bonus: he loves kissing you with gloss on!)
𓏲ּ𝄢DomesticBf!Ryul𓏲ּ𝄢 Who needs to know what you’re doing 24/7, extremely aware of your daily activities, mood changes, sensitive days, cleaning outbursts, sleep routine (he force cuddles you whenever you wanna stay up) to be perfect for you
𓏲ּ𝄢DomesticBf!Ryul𓏲ּ𝄢 Who purposefully either ignores you or gives you ‘that’ stare (the piercing one) whenever a guy gets too close~his fingers immediately intertwined to yours, thumb tracing your palm possessively in warning to what he’d possibly do to the guy
𓏲ּ𝄢DomesticBf!Ryul𓏲ּ𝄢 Who after moving in together asked if it was fine for his doggie Coco to join the family~swearing he’d be the one to take care of it, convincing you with talks about ‘romantic daily walks’ to the park —his chihuahua on a cute leash
𓏲ּ𝄢DomesticBf!Ryul𓏲ּ𝄢 Who does his signature ‘pulling on your sleeve’ in his extremely tired moments~eyes staring down at you,droopy, begging you silently to come to bed with him
𓏲ּ𝄢DomesticBf!Ryul𓏲ּ𝄢 Who carries you straight to bed no matter how exhausted he may be, you’re still his princess.
𓏲ּ𝄢DomesticBf!Ryul𓏲ּ𝄢 Who teaches you how to become a pro like him at Minecraft. Whenever you play with the members he’s always proudly watching beside you—but don’t let them get too cocky, a flip switches and he’s roasting their skills mercilessly.
𓏲ּ𝄢DomesticBf!Ryul𓏲ּ𝄢 Who gets especially pouty when you get mad at him. He sulks heavily, letting you know his feelings were hurt. Btw this never happens in public—at home he opens up and gets all dramatic and butt-hurt.
𓏲ּ𝄢DomesticBf!Ryul𓏲ּ𝄢 Who loves ballads, meaning karaoke nights at home are a must have. Dedicates you the sweetest, most heartfelt songs~ serenades you, then needs to crack a joke after cuz he did too good (for some reason that embarrasses him).
𓏲ּ𝄢DomesticBf!Ryul𓏲ּ𝄢 Who loves watching you do daily activities. Leaning on the doorway as you do your makeup, touches your hair after you curl/straighten it, notices the detail in your styling~why’s he do it? To buy you stuff that makes the process easier : heat protectant, new makeup products, cute clothing accessories, buys you silver/gold accents (depending on what you believe suits you), and of course, buys your favorite snacks on his secret trip to splurge you. Tbh, he focus on the little things with you.
𓏲ּ𝄢DomesticBf!Ryul𓏲ּ𝄢 Who acts the goofiest with the people he’s closes to, aka you. Sometimes you wonder if he’s borderline crazy, but the man is naturally funny and what he enjoys the MOST is seeing you crack a smile here and there throughout the day.
𓏲ּ𝄢DomesticBf!Ryul𓏲ּ𝄢 Who is literally soo domestic, if he knows you’ve had a bad day? He’s doing every single chore for you. That to-do list? That dirty laundry? That unkept corner/closet? All of it getting delt with by him.
¡Ending Bonus!
He always lends you his ear anytime. He’ll have that tight-lipped, focused look as he nods slowly, taking in everything. In the end, he soothes your worries, discusses about it thoroughly, and comes up with a smart solution before melting you in a deep hug
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Can u make a fic where keonho gets his wisdom tooth removed and his girlfriend deals with him when he still hasn't come down from the anesthesia uk please I think you would write super well after reading your first drink for seann which was phenomenal btw like love yaaa ❤️🩹
ᯓ★ LOOPY FOR YOU .ᐟ .ᐟ
☆.ㅤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ your crush turns into the world’s most affectionate, clingy goof after getting his wisdom teeth out.
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ pairing ── ahn keonho , f reader.
a/n: thank you sm for the request!!! i kept it at just a crush between them🥹🥹 hope you guys enjoy <33 masterlist⋆˚꩜｡
— kisses ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
You sit in the waiting room of the oral surgeon’s office, knees bouncing under the chair as you clutch your phone. Keonho’s mom had texted you earlier asking if you could help watch him after the wisdom teeth removal since she had to run to work.
You said yes without thinking twice, even though the two of you are usually that awkward pair who can barely hold eye contact for more than three seconds. He is your friend, sort of, the guy who makes your stomach flip every time he laughs at your dumb jokes in class.
But today you are here, officially on nurse duty.
When they finally wheel him out, Keonho looks like a total mess. His cheeks are puffed up like a chipmunk, gauze peeking from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes are glassy from the anesthesia. The nurse hands you a bag of pain meds and instructions, then gives you a sympathetic smile. “He might be a little out of it for the next few hours. Lots of love and rest.”
You help him into the passenger seat of the uber, heart hammering. Keonho turns to you immediately, his head lolling against the headrest. “Yoooou,” he mumbles around the gauze, voice all thick and dreamy. “You’re here. Omg, you’re so pretty. Why are you always so pretty?”
Your face burns hot. Normally he’d never say something like that. He’d just blush and look away if you caught him staring. But anesthesia Keonho has zero filter. He reaches over with clumsy fingers and pokes your arm. “Soft. You’re staying with me, right?”
“Shut up, you goof,” you say, laughing as you gently push his hand back. He pouts, which looks ridiculous with his swollen face, but it makes your chest feel warm and fluttery.
At his house you get him settled on the couch with pillows piled around him like a nest. He keeps trying to stand up every five minutes, claiming he needs to “go find the good snacks” or “show you my sick dance moves.” Each time you push him back down, he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer.
“Don’t leave,” he whines. His grip is surprisingly strong for someone half out of his mind.
“You smell nice. Like… flowers and girl. Stay right here. Please?”
You end up sitting on the edge of the couch while he drapes an arm around your waist, face smooshed against your side. “Keonho, you’re drooling on my shirt,” you tease, but you don’t pull away, even though this clingy version of him is dangerous for your heart.
He lifts his head, eyes wide and earnest. “Sorry. I love your shirt. I love everything. Especially you. We’ve been so shy and stupid, right? Like, I like you so much but I always freeze up. Not anymore. Anesthesia is the best. I wanna kiss your face.”
You snort, gently wiping his chin with a tissue. “You’re high as hell. Save the kisses for when you’re not leaking blood from your mouth, Romeo.”
He giggles, actually giggles, and nuzzles closer. “Blood kisses? Gross. But I’d do it. For you.” Then he starts humming some off-key tune from the new album you both pretended not to obsess over in group chat. His fingers trace lazy circles on your arm, sending little sparks everywhere.
Later you try to get him to eat some applesauce. He refuses unless you “airplane” it, opening his mouth wide like a baby bird and making exaggerated noises.
Half of it ends up on his shirt. “You suck at this,” he declares happily.
“But I still like you more than anyone. Even my dog. Don’t tell him.”
“Keonho, shut up,” you say, biting back a huge smile. Your cheeks hurt from grinning so much. You wipe his chin again, and he catches your hand, pressing a clumsy gauze-filled kiss to your knuckles.
“Mean it,” he mumbles, suddenly serious. “When this shit wears off… don’t let me go back to being shy. I wanna hold your hand at school and shit. Be my girlfriend? Pretty please with gauze on top?”
You freeze. Even loopy, he looks at you like you hung the stars. “Yeah,” you whisper, brushing his messy hair back.
“If you remember this tomorrow, then yeah. Deal.”
He cheers weakly and tugs you down so your head rests on his shoulder.
For the next hour he alternates between telling terrible jokes “Why did the tooth go to school? To get a little wisdom, duh.” and whispering sweet nonsense about how soft your hair is and how he wants to take you to the arcade once his face stops looking like a balloon.
You stay curled up with him until the meds start to fade and his clinginess turns into sleepy cuddles. His arm stays locked around you the whole time, like he is scared you will disappear. And for once, you are not shy either. You just hold him back, laughing quietly at his silly moments and feeling the cute warmth of something real starting between you.
When his mom finally gets home, Keonho is half-asleep but still mumbling your name. You kiss his forehead before you leave, cheeks burning again.
Housemate! (김주훈) Kim Juhoon x Fem!Reader
IN WHICH - You couldn't hide your desire to kiss your cute housemate's soft lips after you got home from a drunk hangout.
Wc: 1,8k
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, slightly suggestive.
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The world feels like it's walking.
You were trying so hard to keep your feet on the ground as you swayed left and right, the streetlamps were unusually attacking your eyes with their obnoxious brightness as you tried to keep them open.
It was supposed to be a usual hangout. Going out with James to meet some old friends, grab some coffee, chat here and there, catching up with each other's lives. But then one of your friends thinks it's a great idea to go to karaoke and be drunk.
The problem is, you have a very low tolerance for alcohol. Yet you didn't want to miss the fun and went for it, even though James had already whined and told you that it's going to be a pain in the ass bringing you home.
He was right. Here you are now, trying so hard to walk on your own refusing to be helped by him, proving his point.
"That's not the right way Y/n!"
You were walking way ahead of him, already turning the wrong way going into a dark alleyway. Now, we wouldn't want you to be killed by a random psychopath who's probably hiding in that dark alley right? James immediately ran to you, dragging your body to the right way as he held his phone with one hand, trying to order a Taxi to get you back home.
He sighs at your state right now. Your once curled hair had already turned into what looks like a bird nest, your lipstick is smudged from all the drinks you had, and your eyes are half lidded, trying to avoid all the lights on the street.
James calls Juhoon to make sure he gets you when James brings you home, at least you’ll get taken care of before you destroy the apartment.
"Yo dude, we're heading home right now. Please wait at the door for us... She's talking to the wall right now..." He sighs once again, running his hand through his brown locks, looking at your dumb ass.
You were having a full conversation with the wall, with hand gestures too as if it were answering all your questions. Well, the wall has a duck graffiti on it, so you were probably trying to 'talk' to the duck, asking it to go home with you.
When the Taxi finally arrived, James once again dragged your smaller frame into the car. And of course you didn't want to leave the 'duck' alone in the street.
"But that duck doesn't have a home... I have to bring it home!" Your words were slurred, already crying since the car left that duck.
"That duck couldn't even open its mouth Y/n. You know what, save the duck conversation for Juhoon." James is already tired of your antics, he's just trying to have a quiet drive bringing you home.
But you keep blabbering about shits he couldn't even comprehend anymore, he's having a pounding headache from the alcohol, and from you already.
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By the time you arrived at your apartment building, you were still blabbering about that duck, saying something about blaming James if you found the duck dead by the morning.
James didn't have enough energy to even say a word to you, all of his energy was used to drag you to your unit faster so he wouldn't deal with the drunk you anymore. And yes, you are super annoying when you're drunk, which is kinda rare. But still, the members would avoid you from touching any alcoholic drink due to how hard you are to deal with, and tonight, James failed to keep you away from it.
James sighs in content as he arrives in front of your unit, keeping you standing still with one of his hands as he presses the bell with the other.
Your head feels heavy, and your body feels so light. It's so unbalanced that your head is lolling from side to side.
Juhoon finally opens the door, finding you in a concerning state.
"God. Take her now please." James whined as he shoved you, who were still talking about that duck all over again.
Juhoon caught you before you could plant your face into the floor, keeping you steady in his embrace. He runs his hand through your messy locks, searching for your eyes who is unfocused.
"I got her. Thanks for bringing her home James."
James nods tiredly, waving Juhoon goodbye as he walks down the corridor heading back to his own apartment.
Juhoon closes the door with his foot, his hands steadying you. Your head is resting on his shoulder, while of course complaining about the duck back at that wall.
"It's going to die alone there... and I will be held accountable for it." You whined on his shoulder.
"No you're not Y/n. C'mon, let's get you to bed."
You lift your head to look at him, squinting your eyes as if trying to recognize something. He stared back at you trying to figure out what you're trying to do.
You don't know if it's the alcohol or what, but he looks so ethereal right now that you couldn't take your eyes off him, the lights hit him in every right spot, enhancing his features. You look deeply into his eyes, then slowly down to his plump lips.
Juhoon walked you to your room, helping you to get into bed. You were quiet the whole time, you didn't even make a sound nor talking about the duck anymore. But your eyes are always on him as he grabs your makeup remover from your vanity.
He sat next to you with cotton pads and micellar water in his hand, then his hand found your cheeks as he started to gently remove the smudged makeup on your face.
You are mesmerized, his face is inches from you, eyes focused on searching for any makeup left on your face as his hands gently work with your face.
Then once again, your eyes caught his lips.
"You... You have pretty lips Jju..." You slurred
Juhoon looks at you, stopping his every movement. The tips of his ears are faintly red, and he can feel his blood running up to his face. He didn't say anything as he continued to clean your face.
"Like, you know those K-drama people, they have this... super kissable lips. I think yours too." You blabbered, eyes locked on his lips.
Your pointer finger reaches up to his lips and pokes it, feeling how soft it is on your finger.
"It makes anyone want to kiss it, you know.." You continue.
Juhoon is beyond flustered, blinking his eyes as he looks at your eyes, realizing you had been staring at his lips the whole time.
The thought of you wanting to kiss him makes him giddy. He had always had feelings for you, even before you became his housemate, but he was too shy. You are a lively person, an explosion of emotions. He truly adores you for that, as he was the opposite. He is a reserved person, the one who calmly observes his surroundings.
He likes observing you, your cheerful demeanor makes him feel your happiness whenever you're with him. Your clumsiness is cute in his eyes, you couldn't hold your phone for ten seconds without dropping it. And seeing you drunk actually is one of his favorites, you are so unfiltered when you're drunk. Just like right now, you basically just confessed that you wanted to kiss him, and he can't help but desperately want to do the same to you.
"You want to kiss it?"
His voice hushed, he has stopped cleaning your face since you said that. He looks deeply into your drunken haze, trying to find the sincerity in your words.
You unconsciously nod, looking up into his eyes with desperation as you bite your lips, trying to hold back the urge to kiss him immediately without his approval.
Juhoon smiled softly. He puts aside the cotton pads to hold your face properly. His face got even closer to yours intentionally so that your noses almost touch. You could feel his breath fanning on your lips, making it even more unbearable to hold back.
"Then kiss it."
He said that like it's nothing as he caressed your cheeks with his thumb.
You were frozen in place, too shocked to do anything. And before you could comprehend it, he closes the gap between the two of you, his lips molding perfectly with yours. It's such a soft kiss, melting you into him.
He pulls back too quickly. You want more, his lips already got you addicted to it.
"Do it again." You say, eyes looking straight at his, glancing at his lips once in a while begging for more.
Juhoon chuckled. His hands finds it way to your waist, pulling your body flush to his. His lips ghosting yours as his hands move underneath your shirt, caressing your skin.
He kisses you again. This time he moves his lips slowly, feeling every bit of your lips. Your hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss. You didn't hold back, you were devouring him. He tastes like vanilla and mint, just like how you imagined he'd taste.
He pushed you into the mattress, lips never leaving yours as he positioned himself on top of you, deepening the kiss even more. His hand captures yours, locking both of them on top of your head.
The kiss was rough, like he's been desperately waiting for this moment. He explores your mouth like his life depends on it. He feels euphoria throughout his body, wanting you more and more each second.
The two of you are out of breath when you separate. His eyes look drunk even though he's not the one who's been drinking. His hand still locked yours in place as he deeply stared at your drunken haze. You look pretty with messy hair and wet lips under him, he just can't get enough of you.
You were whining when he pulled back, asking for more of his soft, plump lips.
But he knew you were still half drunk, he wanted to kiss you when you were completely sober, feeling each other's lips up while being fully aware of it.
"Okay, you better get some sleep now babe." He said, already pulling away from your body, tucking you inside the blanket.
"But we can sleep later..." you whined.
Juhoon only chuckled at your attempt to make him kiss you again. He places himself next to you, covering his own body with the blanket.
"You will get unlimited kisses from me tomorrow baby. Now you have to get some rest, or you'll whine about the headache tomorrow."
He says as he pulls you closer to him, cuddling you. You melt into his touch immediately, your eyes already feel heavy with his warm touch. You placed your head on the crook of his neck, feeling his body warmth and sweet scent.
Juhoon smiled contentedly as sleep consumed both of you.
pairings: cortis!ot5 x gn!readergenre: fluff, slice of life, comfort, friends to lovers, romance, comedy, slow burn warnings: teasing, clinginess, awkward flirting, emotional conversations, mentions of stress and exhaustion. wc: ~1k (?)
synopsis: headcannons of what it would be like dating the cortis members!
(this is a fanfic, none of this is based on how they would act in real life!!!)
james : 제임스
he remembers everything. not just the big things, but even the ting things.
the fact that you always pick the marshmallows out of the chocolate first.
the fact that you hate when your sleeves get in the way while washing your hands.
the fact that you once mentioned wanting to try a specific dessert from a café three months ago, that you'd completely forgotten you had mentioned.
then one random afternoon:
"close your eyes."
"what are you doing?"
"just trust me."
you'd open them to find the exact dessert sitting on the table.
"how did you even remember that?"
james shrugged like it wasn't that big of a deal.
"you said you wanted it."
as if remembering something from months ago was the most normal thing to do in the world.
his love language would make your life so much easier.
you mention your phone is about to die?
a portable charger appears.
you mention you're cold?
he gives you his hoodie.
you mention you're hungry?
he brings snacks.
it's like dating someone who has a permanent side quest called "make sure they're okay."
martin : 마틴
dating martin would feel like having a boyfriend and a best friend at the same time.
he absolutely makes everything fun.
going grocery shopping?
he makes it an adventure.
waiting in line?
adventure.
talking a walk?
he makes it a mission to find certain colors.
his everyday mission would be to make you laugh or just to see you smile.
that's it.
he'll do stupid impressions.
he'll make dramatic speeches about random topics.
he'll tell jokes that are very terrible.
sometimes he'll completely fail.
but just seeing him try somehow makes it even funnier.
he also would get very excited about your interests. you mention liking something, suddenly he's researching about it.
learning about it.
asking questions.
not because he has to.
but because he genuinely likes hearing you talk about things you love. nothing makes him happier than seeing your face light up when explaining something.
juhoon : 주훈
he's like a quiet caretaker. juhoon isn't really necessarily the type to constantly say "i love you."
instead, he shows you.
everyday. in little ways.
he notices everything.
when you walk into a room. nobody else notices anything, but juhoon does.
"you seem tired."
"what?"
"you rubbed your eyes about three times in twelve minutes."
"…"
"you should rest later."
it's almost scary how observant he is.
comfort just naturally comes to him. he doesn't always exactly know what to say.
but he always knows how to be there. sometimes that means talking. sometimes it means sitting beside you in comfortable silence. sometimes it means letting you lean against his shoulder while watching a movie.
no pressure, no expectations, just his presence.
keonho : 건호
he's literally a human sunshine.
being around him feels like opening the curtains after a gloomy day.
he has so much energy and affection to give. and most of it ends up directed at you.
his physical affection would him giving you a lot, and i mean a lot of hugs, random hugs, celebration hugs, comforting hugs, side hugs, back hugs, every type of hug imaginable.
he also loves taking photos of you.
not perfect photos.
not posed photos.
the candid ones, the moments where you're laughing your brains out.
Summary: Sleepy Juhoon is fighting sleep after a long dance practice but you coax him to take a nap with you in a snug corner. Juhoon wakes up to a sweet little surprise.
Disclaimers: maybe ooc, fluffy fluff (I think that's the only thing I'm capable of writing.) and kinda short this time.
It was way past the time to leave. The others were practicing their butts off but there was so much you and a tired Juhoon could take. Juhoon tapped out a lot sooner than you, sitting down in a corner as he looked at the others, memorizing the moves while spacing out to mentally memorize each step. This was still so surreal to him, being able to dance with the people he cared for the most.
Especially you. He watched you move your tired body, chest heaving as you drilled the moves into your bones until it was mere muscle memory. You were passionate in your movements yet moving with such grace that no one would doubt that you know every step. Eventually you finished on last dance move before it felt like you couldn't move anymore, taking it as a sign that you needed to sit and drink some water.
You grab your water bottle and on the way you picked up Juhoon's to bring it over to him. You held the bottle in his peripheral vision sipping on yours until he noticed with a slow turn of his head. He perked up when he saw water and took it gently in his hands. "Thank you." He said slowly, his voice low and tired. You smile sweetly and sit down right next to him, not entirely gasping for breath but breathing heavily. You inhale for 4 seconds and exhale for 8, calming down your heart.
"The others aren't stopping any time soon." You state as you yawn slowly, all of your energy sapped out of you to this practice. You train as hard as you can but sometimes, or most of the time if you ask the others, you need a nap. You take so many naps it's almost like you hibernate your life away. You tuck in early and sleep in late.
"Hopefully they'll end soon. I need rest." Juhoon drawled in a sleep thick voice.
"We can nap here." You suggest as you grabbed your hoodie to slip on and grabbed his big jacket for him to use as blanket.
"You sure?" He asks
"Yes, was already have it down, don't we?" You say with a playful eye roll.
Eventually he started to driff off like someone hitting the power button on a machine. His eyelids grew heavy, his fluffy lashes fluttering against his pinkened cheeks. The lull of shuffling feet and mummered voices coupled with the warmth of his jacket over him was enough to release all of his stress and make him shut his eyes officially.
It wasn't until a little while later that you started drifting off also, your eyes roaming over his relaxed figure. As you closed your eyes to sleep, the last thing you could remember was inhaling his soothing scent.
In his sleep addled brain, he could hear that the music stopped and heard soft giggles from his fellow bandmates.
Those dumbasses, always up to something. He complains in his brain before cracking open an eye slowly. The others notice and scrambled away, clearly having their phones out and taking a picture of something, most likely trying to get more humiliating material of the aloof member.
But he did feel something heavy on his lap. Did the others place it there? He lifted his hand and placed it on top of the object to push it away before he froze, hands running through soft thick hair instead of some inanimate object. He panicked and shot his eyes open fully to see the sixth member of Cortis snuggling their head gently against his thighs.
Juhoon screamed internally, thanking any and all Gods that allowed for this dream to come to beautiful fruition. He would have to convince the others to send him some pictures of this wonderous moment.
Reluctantly, he slid his hand over your fit waist to shake you awake and whispered for you to wake up.
"Hey, practice has ended, it's time for us to leave."
You wake up with a slight jolt but then you realize where your head was situated and where his hand was placed, a fierce flush taking over your face, a color he couldn't believe could be achieved by a human being.
He then smirks and decides to tease you just a bit.
"Wow, so rude to fall asleep on me without my permission."
"No! It was an accident." You swiftly stand up, almost giving yourself whiplash from how fast you stood.
"Aww, really?" He said as he faked being wounded, placing a hand to his chest like a sharp pain was hitting him in his heart. "You wound me."
"Shut up, let's get going before they forget us in here." You cover your face and gather your stuff swiftly.
"Don't worry, I enjoyed it." He says sincerely as he did the same.
You chuckle and bump shoulders with him as you both make your way out.
Word count: 822
AN: Hey guys, so sorry this took so long, I've been so unmotivated since it's been so hot in Illinois for the kick off of summer and my body basically shuts down in heat, not wanting to put forth any type of effort. This one is pretty short but I hope you guys liked it.
Bye sweethearts, thanks for over 100 likes on my last post. Insane! I'll be seeing you whenever my body cooperates.
“wow uhm, nice bag.” keonho commented, watching his friend hold a sparkly pink purse.
the sight was almost comical.
kim juhoon, probably the most nonchalant guy keonho knew, was holding a purse right out of barbie’s dream house.
but juhoon only shrugged, “thanks. im holding it for my girlfriend.” he said, motioning to the room you just entered. he casually returned to scrolling on his phone, his grip on your bag tightening just a fraction.
keonho blinked, glancing between juhoon and the purse.
“your… girlfriend?” he repeated slowly, like the words were foreign in his mouth.
juhoon didn’t even look up from his phone. “yeah, my girlfriend.”
before keonho could question it further, you walked over, smiling. you looked a tad bit breathless, like you’d been looking for something.
“hey jju, do you- oh!” your eyes lit up when you spotted the purse in his hand. “you do have it! thank you!”
juhoon looked up, his expression softening a little. “you forgot it,” he simply said, holding it out to you.
instead of taking it right away, you leaned into his side, wrapping your arms around him. “you’re the best,” you murmured, resting your head against his shoulder.
keonho’s mouth fell open. juhoon. kim juhoon, somehow has a girlfriend??
he let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “what is this?”
both of you looked at him.
“what is what?” you asked. keonho gestured wildly between the two of you.
“this! this whole situation… juhoon since when do you do any of this?”
juhoon raised an eyebrow. “since i got a girlfriend?”
“no but like- you?” keonho insisted, “i can’t remember the last time you’ve been nice to… well anyone.”
you laughed, finally taking the purse from juhoon. “hey, he’s nice to me.”
“besides, im nice to people.” juhoon shrugged.
“really? name three, and your friends don’t count because you’re barely nice to us.” keonho pointed out. juhoon paused for a bit, before shaking his head.
“i don’t need to prove anything to you.”
you snorted, burying your face into his shoulder. his hand came up automatically, resting against the back of your head in a quiet, protective gesture.
“this is weird, you acting like a soft boyfriend.” keonho sighed, genuinely bewildered by the sight infront of him.
juhoon shrugged, “she likes it.”
“i do!”
keonho looked between the two of you, shaking his head. “wow, i need a minute. this is a lot.”
juhoon slipped his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together without thinking. “alright, take your time.”
“your holding hands now too!? gross, im leaving.”
you watched as he walked off, giggling once again. “is he always that dramatic?”
he hummed in agreement, his grip on your hand tightening just a bit.
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❣️bf!juhoon x f!reader, fluff, profanity, established relationship
w.c: 800~
syn: your boyfriend juhoon loves your lips
listen to: apocalypse by cigarettes after sex
iro's notes: i miss juhoon sm wtf
You blink awake slowly, trying to move around still drowsy. Something felt warm and heavy across your chest.
Juhoon.
His arms are wrapped around you tightly, one leg tangled with yours, face buried in the crook of your neck like he'd decided you were the world's most comfortable pillow. He was quite literally lying on top of you
You couldn't help but smile. It’s not your fault your boyfriend looks ridiculously cute when asleep. His hair was messy, lips slightly parted, cheeks squished against your shirt.
A low groan escapes him before he buried his face even deeper into your neck. "Don't move."
“Jju, it’s hot.”
His voice was muffled against your neck. “I don’t care. Stop moving.”
You huffed out a laugh. "You're crushing me."
"No I'm not."
"You are."
"No."
"Juhoon."
Then, he finally shifted slightly. For just one second, you thought he was finally moving to his side of the bed.
Well, wrong.
Instead he somehow gets more comfortable. Now his whole body is engulfing you, his arms wrap around you tighter—if that was even possible.
You let out a little laugh, “Juhoon, moveee.”
Juhoon finally opens his eyes. Closing them immediately afterwards, squinting. “Why did you wake me up?”
You scoff, "I didn't wake you up.”
He stares at you with a blank face.
“I was simply trying to move you. You were–” Your words are cut off as Juhoon squishes your cheeks. “Juhoon, what?” you say muffled.
He just stares at you. Stares at you for a second before he kisses your cheek softly.
And then again.
And again.
You giggle, “What–” he cuts you off by kissing your lips. “Juhoon—”
Mhmm,” he says before pecking your face multiple times.
"Juhoon!"
He ignores you completely. Another kiss lands on your forehead. Then your cheek. Then the tip of your nose. "Stop moving."
"You're the one moving my face around!"
"I'm showing affection."
"Don’t complain then."
Juhoon finally cracks a cheeky smile. "You're so dramatic Jujuu."
"You're clingy."
"Only with you."
You hate how quickly that shuts you up. His grin grows into a smirk instantly. "See?"
"Don't."
"See?"
"Don't get smug now."
He lets out a quiet laugh before pulling you even closer somehow. At this point you're convinced he wants to fuse into a single person.
"Jju."
"Hm?"
"I need to get up."
"No."
"I need water."
"Nope."
"I need to eat."
"Not allowed."
"I need to pee."
Juhoon's eyes immediately open."...Oh."
"Yeah."
"That's a valid reason."
"Thank you."
"I'll allow it."
You stare at him. "You'll allow it?"
"Mhm." He smiles and leans forward, pressing one last kiss to your lips. "Five minutes?" he bargains.
"Juhoon."
"Three?"
"Juhoon."
"Two?"
Despite yourself, you laugh. The sound seems to make him happier than winning the argument ever could. He buries his face back into your neck with a satisfied hum. "Worth a try."
“Ok, so will you move now?”
Juhoon doesn't answer. You wait for a second, only to be answered with nothing. “Juhoon.”
Still nothing.
You narrow your eyes. “Are you pretending to be asleep?”
He slowly opens one of his eyes, taking a sneak peak at you. “No.”
“You literally opened your eyes before answering.”
“No, I didn't.”
“You did.”
“No.” he murmurs, before leaning in pressing a gentle kiss on your lips.
You sigh dramatically. “Jju.”
“Mhm?”
“Please move.”
He finally lifts his head from your neck. Maybe he's actually going to let you up. Instead, he reaches over to the bedside table, grabs your water bottle, and places it in your hand.
“There.”
You stare at him. “That's not what I want.”
“You said you needed water.”
“Juhoon, I need to take a piss, move.”
“You have water now.”
You can't help laughing. “The fuck? Hows that helping?
His lips twitch upward immediately at the sound. “See? Problem solved.”
“You’re half asleep.”
“Mhmm.” Before you can try to move away from his grip, he steals another quick kiss.
“Juuhooon.”
“What?”
“Please move.”
He moves his body to his side of the bed. You finally think he’s letting you get up. His arms around your waist loosen up. Suddenly, there's nothing heavy resting atop you anymore. You try to get up only to be pulled back into bed.
Juhoon, grabs you by the waist, pulling you closer to his chest. His arms wrap around you as one leg weighs you down. “Don’t go.”
You groan, “Are you serious?” You try pushing him away, “Baby for fucks sake, movee.”
He simply presses another long kiss to your lips before he tucks your head under his chin, patting your back. “Just sleep, you’ll forget about your bladder.”
You whine, “Juhoon that’s not how it works.”
He lets out a drowsy chuckle, “It does now.”
“How?”
He pecks you again. “We make it work with the power of sleep.”
"Juhoo—" Your words are cut off—obviously by Juhoon kissing you.
ᨳଓ bsf!martin x fem!reader .✦ ݁˖ in which every page martin turns somehow ends with you ⋆˚࿔ fluff! kissing! ۶ৎ cutie martin! ⭑.ᐟ enjoy💗
the sun is a heavy, golden thing, pressing down through the windows and turning your living room into a hazy dream. the air smells like dust and cut grass drifting in from the open back door, and the only sound is the scratch of pencil on paper.
you're buzzing with that restless summer energy. the kind that makes your skin feel too tight, your legs itching to move.
you pad into the living room, and there he is. martin, your best friend since childhood, sprawled on your couch, one leg hanging off, his sketchbook balanced on his knee. his brow is furrowed, tongue poking out just slightly in concentration. he looks so peaceful, so absorbed.
you tiptoe closer, grinning. "whatcha drawing?"
he jerks, the sketchbook tilting away so fast it nearly falls off his lap. his ears go pink. "nothing!"
"nothing?" you drop onto the couch beside him, close enough that your knee brushes his. "you're literally drawing something."
"it's just- practice. shapes. boring stuff." he clutches the sketchbook to his chest like it's a shield, his voice a little too high.
you pout, lower lip sticking out. "martin. show me!”
"no."
"please?"
"no, bro!”
you lean closer, and he leans away, almost falling off the couch. your hand darts out, fingers closing around the sketchbook's spine, and you yank it from his grip before he can react. "got it!"
"hey- give it back!" he lunges, but you're already off the couch. bare feet slapping against the cool hardwood, laughter bubbling out of you.
"come on martin, i just wanna see!"
"it's private!"
you dodge around the dining table, flipping the sketchbook open as you run. he's faster than you expected, scrambling after you, but you're quicker. you slide through the back door and into the yard, the grass warm and soft under your feet, the sun hitting your shoulders.
he's yelling behind you. "seriously, give it back! it's not- stop!"
you ignore him, flipping pages as you run. the first page makes you slow down. it's a quick pencil sketch of a girl's profile, hair falling over her shoulder, a soft smile on her lips. your hair. your profile. your smile.
the second page is you laughing, head thrown back, eyes crinkled. the third is your hand resting on a table, fingers relaxed. the fourth is your eyes, wide and detailed, the lashes drawn with careful, loving strokes.
you stop running.
the pages keep flipping. more of you. you curled up on the couch, knees to your chest. you eating a popsicle on the porch, juice dripping down your chin. you with your hair messy in the morning, squinting at the sun. page after page after page. all of them you, captured in graphite and something that feels like love.
your heart stutters. the world goes quiet except for the birds and your own breathing.
"got you!"
martin crashes into you from behind, arms wrapping around your waist. his momentum sending you both tumbling forward onto the grass. you land with a soft thump.
the sketchbook flying from your hand, and he lands on top of you, his weight pressing you into the cool earth. his breath is ragged, his heart pounding against his chest.
for two seconds, there's nothing but the sound of your breathing, the heat of his body, the sun on your skin.
then he looks down. at the sketchbook, lying open beside you. at the page of you sleeping, lips slightly parted, hair fanned out on a pillow.
"oh…” he says.
silence stretches. his face goes red. not just his ears, his whole face, from his cheeks to the tips of his fingers where they press into the grass. he scrambles to grab the sketchbook, but you snatched it first.
"martin."
"it's not- i can explain- i just- you're-“ he's stammering, his eyes wide and panicked, like a deer caught in headlights. his hands hover in the air, reaching for nothing.
you look up at him. at this boy you've known your whole life, who's been quietly drawing you for weeks. maybe years. the summer air is thick with the smell of cut grass. he's hovering over you, his hair falling into his eyes, his chest rising and falling fast.
you smile, slow and warm.
"you're such an idiot” you say, and then you lift your head from the grass and kiss him.
it's soft. just your lips brushing against his, tentative and sweet. his lips are warm and slightly chapped, and he freezes. for a second you think you've misjudged everything. that he'll pull away in embarrassment. but then he makes a small, broken sound, and his hand cups your jaw, tilting your head back into the kiss.
you sigh against his mouth. the grass is cool beneath you, his body warm, and the kiss deepens slowly, like learning a new language. his thumb traces your cheek, gentle and shaking, and you part your lips. it tastes like summer and something sweet. like a feeling you’ve been chasing your whole life.
he kisses you like he's been wanting to for a long time. soft and scared and hopeful all at once. his other hand slides into the grass beside your head, bracing himself, and your free hand tangles in his hair, pulling him closer. his hair is soft, a little damp from the heat. he sighs against your mouth.
it's clumsy and perfect. the way first kisses should be. his hand slides from your jaw to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he kisses you deeper. like he's trying to memorize the shape of your mouth.
when you finally break apart, you're both breathless. he's still hovering over you, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes soften. his lips are slightly swollen, and there's a dazed look on his face that makes your heart flutter.
"so…” you say, your voice a little shaky. "how long have you been drawing me?"
his laugh is nervous and breathless, a puff of air against your lips. "maybe… three years?"
"three years?" you widen your eyes.
"give or take." his ears are still red, but he's smiling now. a shy, crooked smile.
you pull him down into another kiss, and this time he laughs into it, so warm and inviting. the sun beats down on you, the grass tickles your arms, and you've never felt lighter. you kiss him until the birds get louder and your lips are sore.
and when you finally stop, he's tracing patterns on your arm with his fingertip, his sketchbook forgotten in the grass beside you.
— ᨳଓ . a/n: hope you guys enjoyed this little blurb! i literally crave something like this bro, this is so romantic bye😣🤞🏻
