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⋆˚꩜.ᐟ choi seung-hyun

• suspiciously knows too much— casually references words that you don't even know how to pronounce, side-eyes your morning coffee cup, and makes you ginger tea.

• that being said? a very loving boyfrined. if you say you haven't eaten or drank water, he doesn't get mad, just kisses your forehead softly and returns with warm soup, a glass of water, and your favorite snacks.

• doesn't talk much. just holds you softly in his arms, fingers caressing your skin and absentmindedly playing with your hair as you rest your head in his lap. when he thinks you're asleep, he'll whisper, "i wish i could take the pain for you."

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 kwon jiyong

• the type of boyfriend to track your cycle without you even knowing. he won't tell you that he does, but he notices every little detail.

"i figured you were on your period, jagiya." he'll mumble softly when you finally complain about your cramps, but really, he got a notification two days ago.

• has everything you need ready at his apartment: your favorite brand of pads / tampons, a heating pad, your favorite snacks, and your favorite hoodie of his that you love to steal.

• curls up with you on his bed, one arm wrapped around you, and aimlessly scrolls on instagram reels until he finds one that makes you laugh. the cats definitely try to join in, making themselves comfortable at the foot of the bed.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ kang daesung

• tries to cheer you up with bad jokes and funny videos, but the second you wince— even slightly— his demeanor changes. he returns almost instantly with medication, water, an extra blanket, and your favorite snacks.

• reads period advice articles with a confused face and then tells you, "so, apparently iron is important, so i brought you... spinach?"

• his favorite position is probably anything when you’re on top. not only does he think you look beautiful from this view, but the way you take control is enough to make him finish.

• i feel like namgyu would love delicate lingerie (feel free to use the picture above as reference🙂‍↕️). anything soft and lacy makes you like 10x prettier in his eyes, like a doll.  

• he loves to leave marks on you. not anything dramatic, just soft purple-ish red bruises just below your collarbone or on your inner thighs.

• i think sang-woo's usually pretty gentle during sex, preferring intimacy. missionary is his favorite— he loves the eye contact that comes with it (especially how you get all shy and flustered under his gaze as if you aren't married) and how he can press soft kisses to your neck and hold your hand, fingers interlaced.

• sang-woo definitely has a breeding kink, something that's much more obvious once the two of you are married. he wants kids and of course would never pressure you, but loves filling you up, mumbling things like "gonna put a baby in you one day."

• sang-woo doesn't work from home often, mainly because you're a huge distraction. not in a bad way, just in the way that you pad around the house in nothing but his t-shirt absentmindedly doing chores. sometimes you do it on purpose, sometimes you don't. either way, on the days that he works from home, you'll usually find yourself on your knees under his desk, pretty lips wrapped around him as he keeps a hand tangled in your hair. he swears that it helps him concentrate, but really, he can't think straight for some time after.

• other times, when you're feeling especially needy and trying to coax him away from work with soft kisses to his neck, he'll pull you onto his lap, undoing his trousers just enough to free himself. he'll sink you down onto his cock, trying to think about anything but the way you're fluttering around him as you do. "now be a good girl and stay still for me, yeah?" he'll murmur softly, hands fixed firmly on your waist to keep you from moving, "and i'll pay attention to you once i finish that up." but it's really hard to resist you, especially with the way you whimper at the feeling of him in you, head slumped in his shoulder.

• when you're feeling insecure, sang-woo does everything in his power to make sure you know just how beautiful you are, especially in his eyes. he'll undress you slowly, murmuring small praises along the way, and kiss every inch of your body with an intimate delicacy.

• the salesman has a soft spot for you and you only.

• the day he asked you to marry him, he took you out to a private candlelit dinner. afterwards, he got down on one knee. his voice was steady, but you couldn’t help but notice that his hands shook ever so slightly as he held up the ring box. he gives you the most beautiful ring ever. it's elegant, worth a fortune, and impossible to miss.

• the salesman will never tell you what he actually does for work. he doesn’t know how you’ll react and he doesn’t want you to be afraid of him. he makes sure he has excuses for why he comes home late or why he disappears for days at a time. to you, he’s just a regular, busy salesman.

• if you ever try to dig too deep into what he does, the tone in his voice is enough warning. he never raises his voice at you, but there's a certain look in his eyes that says, "do you really want to know?"

• he pampers you so much and is actually incredibly romantic. he’ll occasionally come home with flowers for you— your favorite kind— and will always buy you gifts, whether it’s an expensive piece of jewellery or something as simple as takeout from your favorite restaurant. 

• the salesman is pretty traditional in his values. he wouldn’t force you to do anything, but would prefer it if you stay at home, assuring you that his income is sufficient enough to take care of you. 

• he absolutely loves coming home to you. after a long day of work, you’re the person who grounds him. as soon as the door shuts, he’ll go to you and wrap his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck and murmuring, “i missed you.”

• he has scars you've never seen before. one across his ribs, another on his arm. you asked him about them once, fingers tracing over the white line. he just kissed your hand in response.

• the salesman is possessive in quiet ways. he always walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street, hand gently resting on the small of your back. you're not allowed out if it's not with him; he'll insist it's for your safety.

• there's a lot the salesman doesn't tell you. you know that. one night, you woke up and he wasn't in bed. you found him sitting in the kitchen, hands clasped, and staring at nothing. as soon as he notices you, a warm smile comes back to his face, murmuring something about how he couldn't sleep.

he looked just as bored as he felt. sitting at the bar, drink in hand, eyes flitting around the room like he was waiting for something to happen.

you approached him carefully, eyes landing on him just once as a small smile curled on your lips, taking a seat next to him as you waited for your drink.

he spoke first. introductions weren't really necessary; you knew who he was, and he knew who you were. he said your name like it tasted good. you asked him seemingly meaningless questions, chin resting in your hand like he was talking about the most interesting thing in the world.

but truly, there was more to him than the media let on. he wasn't just a famous idol with lots of money and adoring women chasing after him. there was something quieter. poetic, almost.

by the time you were tipsy enough to feel light-headed and laugh at his every joke, his voice dipped a bit lower. "wanna get out of here?"

you nodded, took his hand, and stood from the bar. no one at the venue noticed when he led you out to his car, arm draped around you. but you knew the media would notice.

seung-hyun was a player— at least that's what you'd read online about him. you weren't sure if that was true. but honestly, between his busy touring schedule and long hours at the studio, you knew someone like him didn't exactly have the time for anything long-term.

he kissed you in the backseat of the car on the drive to his house. his lips were soft and tasted like an expensive drink you'd never order yourself. the kiss was slow, yet also messy. his hands tentatively hovered over the fabric of the dress you were wearing, so when his fingertips brushed your arm, it felt like heat.

seung-hyun's house was, of course, a penthouse overlooking seoul. it was minimalistic but touched with his presence in that same quiet way. expensive art hung on walls, classy records stored on bookshelves.

now, you were curled up on his couch, glass of red wine in hand, barely touching, yet the tension between the two of you felt papable. seung-hyun's hand was resting comfortably on your thigh, like it belonged there.

"so," you began, taking a sip of the wine, letting the bittersweet warmth settle in your chest, "do you bring a lot of girls here?"

seung-hyun smirked, running a hand through his hair, and taking a sip from his own glass himself before answering. "no," he murmured, but the same teasing smile played on his lips.

you don't know who moved first but within moments he was kissing you again, more sure this time than it had been in the backseat of the car. his mouth moved against yours slow and steady, hand gently tilting your chin up. you were still tipsy and light-headed— maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was just him.

seung-hyun shifted a little, his other hand coming to your waist, blindly leading you from the couch to the bedroom, his lips still pressing messy kisses to the corner of your mouth then trailing down to your jaw.

you were propped up on your forearms on the bed, and for a brief moment, your gaze flickered over to a half-packed suitcase on his bedroom floor. seung-hyun followed your gaze and offered you a sheepish smile, mumbling, "didn't think i'd have company tonight."

he leaned in to kiss you again before you could respond, knees on either side of your hips. you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. his mouth trailed down your neck to your collarbone, pressing soft kisses on your bare skin.

both your clothes came off in a fury. not because out of haste, but out of hunger. when he sunk into you, your breath caught, legs instinctively tightening around his hips. your nails dug a bit deeper into his shoulder with every thrust, head leaning back against the mattress, soft moans escaping from your lips. seung-hyun's lips continued to press messy kisses on your bare skin and suck soft marks on your neck and collarbone.

"shit," he mumbled, hand reaching for yours, intertwining your fingers together, "i'm close."

"me too." you whispered, pulling him a bit closer and squeezing his hand. you could feel your orgasm building, the tension in your stomach coiling and squeezing him tighter. it only took a differently angled thrust for your release to crash over you, his name spilling from your lips with a loud moan. seung-hyun followed soon after, the feeling of your walls pulsing around him overwhelming as he came, head buried in your shoulder.

you stayed there like that for a while, him still inside of you, both of you breathing heavily and trying to catch your breath. you brushed a piece of hair out of his eyes and he kissed your shoulder as if it was nothing.

when he finally pulled out of you, he took a moment to admire the way you looked under him, still wrecked, before going to the bathroom to retrieve a damp cloth to clean you up with. he was silent as he cleaned up the mess between your thighs, but looked up once, murmuring, "you okay?"

you nodded. seung-hyun gave you his hoodie when he was done, wrapping you up in the warm fabric that smelled like him.

"stay the night." he murmured softly once he was settled in bed in his sweatpants, one arm wrapped lazily around you.

"okay." you agreed, gaze soft as you met his gaze. for a moment it felt like something different flickered in his gaze, but it was gone in an instant. seung-hyun merely kissed the back of your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, and pulled you a little closer into his chest, your eyes fluttering shut softly.

the next morning was soft, golden light trickling in through the curtains and illuminating the bedroom. seung-hyun wasn't in bed when you woke up, so you padded out of bed to find him, still in only his hoodie. you found him in the kitchen, rummaging in the fridge for something, shirtless, and humming something softly under his breath.

"hi." you murmured, voice still hoarse from sleep, as you stood in the doorway.

"morning," seung-hyun smiled, gaze landing on you. "coffee's over there if you want some."

"thanks." you said, walking over to the other side of the kitchen and pouring yourself a cup. you leaned against the counter, taking a sip. you could feel seung-hyun's gaze on you. it was silent for a moment in the kitchen. it wasn't awkward silence, but there was something unspoken in the air.

"i'm flying out this afternoon." seung-hyun said suddenly, voice soft, his gaze shifting over to the floor.

you nodded. his tour was starting soon, you knew that. but you didn't know if you were allowed to say that you'd miss him. or to ask when he'd be back.

seung-hyun sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. part of him wanted to say 'i'm sorry,' but he bit his lip, instead asking, "can i offer you a ride home?"

"that's okay," you responded, offering him a weak smile, "i'll call one."

once you finished your coffee, you set it down gently on the counter, then walked back over to the bedroom to get dressed again. you slipped on the same dress you'd been wearing last night, but kept seung-hyun's hoodie on. your gaze landed on the half-packed suitcase still sitting on the floor.

as you made your way over to the door, seung-hyun didn't ask for his hoodie back. but he also didn't ask for you to stay. "i'll see you around." he mumbled.

"yeah." you agreed softly, taking a shaky breath. for a moment, the two of you just stared at each other. you wanted to say more, but you knew shouldn't. "bye." you said, smiling at him softly.

mornings felt cold. you'd been crashing at a friend's place again for the past couple of days, but it still felt like namgyu was everywhere. your clothes smelled like him and his laundry detergent. sometimes you swore you could feel him under your skin. one morning you woke up and reached for the other side of the bed, expecting to brush your fingers over his arm. but no, nothing.

work had been a drag. you couldn't concentrate on anything, and combined with the lack of sleep you'd been getting, you felt like a ghost, just mindlessly floating about the day, the cycle repeating again the next morning. and it only'd been a couple of days without him.

su-bong used to be your normal. sure, it was toxic, but it had been familiar. with namgyu, things were different. warm, safe. he'd become your new normal. and days without him made your heart ache, but there was no one to blame but yourself.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

it was supposed to be a regular wednesday night. it was already late out for a weekday, maybe somewhere past 9pm, but time had seemed to blur together in the past few days.

you were at the convenience store picking up some ramyeon for a late dinner. the store was tight and the fluorescent lights were giving you a headache. but there was something about being surrounded by virtually no one in the late hours of the night that you liked more than the busy mornings on your way to work.

your mind was occupied with nothing, the kind of emptiness that comes with lack of sleep and missing someone so much it makes your heart hurt. the kind where you can zone out looking at the ingredients of ramyeon, somehow thinking about everything and nothing. so as you turned into the next aisle, gaze fixated on the cup in your hand, of course fate had to snap you out of your daze.

you stumbled backwards with a small oof, eyes flicking up to apologize to the man you'd bumped into… only to freeze. you noticed what he was wearing first. a simple black hoodie pulled over his head, dark hair falling over his face, and some grey sweatpants. he looked tired, not only because of the dark circles under his eyes, but just the way he was carrying himself— slouched, head down, and as if he was trying to disappear into the fabric of his clothes.

namgyu was also frozen, lips parted slightly, almost having dropped the basket he'd been holding in one hand. he spoke first. "hey."

what came out of your mouth next was a garbled mess. "sorry, i didn't mean to bump into you— i'm sorry, i—"

"it's fine." namgyu cut you off, hand gently reaching to brush your wrist. soft. comforting. god, you missed him. you froze again, unsure what to say. there was so much you'd been wanting to say to namgyu in the few days you hadn't seen each other, sometimes even talking to yourself out loud and pretending he was in the room with you. but now, he was standing in front of you, and your mind was blank.

"i missed you." namgyu said suddenly, voice low and soft, but you didn't miss the way it cracked slightly at the end of the sentence.

"me too." you whispered. you could see his eyes flickering over your face, as if he was taking in all of your features— like it’d been years since he last saw you— but you noticed how he let his eyes linger just a little bit longer on your lips.

after a small pause you added, "i'm sorry." there was so much more you wanted to say. sorry for dragging him into this mess, for not telling him about thanos, for leaving before the two of you could talk about it, for everything.

namgyu swallowed hard, then softly replied, "i'm sorry too."

you felt bad. you didn't know what to say to that, so just opted to look at your feet. it was quiet between the two of you for a moment. not the kind of quiet it used to be, filled with soft kisses and interlocked pinkies, but a kind of quiet where the air felt tense and the hum of refrigerators in the convenience store seemed awfully loud.

"well," namgyu said suddenly, clearing his throat, cutting the silence, "i guess i'll see you around."

you nodded, lifting your gaze from the floor to meet his. you wanted to say more, so desperately. but nothing came out. namgyu's gaze flickered to your lips once more. you pretended not to notice. he shifted past you, shoulder brushing yours as he walked towards the back of the store. you were left staring at the shelf in front of you, eyes burning as tears threatened to fall down your cheeks. when you turned over your shoulder, he was gone.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

the next day dragged worse than the rest. work was still awful. every fifteen minutes felt like an hour. you kept on thinking about last night, replaying the way namgyu looked, how his shoulder brushed yours as he walked away; it felt like his touch still lingered on your skin. you tried to bury the feeling, but it lingered more with everyday spent without him.

so when you stumbled home from work, landing on your bed with a soft sigh and eyes already half-closed, all you wanted to do was forget everything and go to sleep. you were sprawled on your bed, work clothes still half-on as you tried to gather mental energy to get up and change, eyelids already feeling heavy.

then your phone rang. you had half a mind to ignore it. you reached for your phone to turn off the sound, when you saw the name on the screen. your heart nearly jumped out of your chest, pounding loudly in your ears like a second heartbeat.

it was namgyu. you still hadn't removed the little heart next to his name. like if you had, it would mean that the two of you were no longer together. but now, "namgyu <3" was calling you.

you pressed the answer button, finger shaking, drawing the phone to your ear. "hello?"

"hey." his voice was low, whispered almost, breathing heavy behind the phone. there was a small pause— you weren't sure what to say. then, "it was nice seeing you yesterday."

your breath caught in your throat. "yeah." you mumbled softly, unsure what else to say. namgyu was silent for a moment too, breathing still ragged on the other line. you paused for a moment, mind spinning. you knew this pattern of breathing.

"you looked good," namgyu continued on the other line, and you could practically hear the way he was suppressing soft moans, "—missed you."

"gyu..." you whispered, voice soft and thighs instinctively clamping together as if that would do anything, "are you...?"

you didn't have to finish the sentence. "fuck," he breathed on the other end, words strangled, "just missed seeing you."

the way he said it, voice low and hushed, the background noise of sheets rustling, made your stomach flip. you sat up a little in bed, phone now next to you and on speaker, back propped up against your pillow and the headboard. "yeah?" you murmured, tone just a little bit sultry, just the way he liked it.

"yeah." he repeated, voice a bit softer than before. you could hear subtle sounds on the other side, noises you were all too familiar with, the way his breath hitched combined with soft grunts.

your hand slipped into your panties, finger slipping inside you. it wasn’t the same as when he was with you, of course not, but it'd been almost a week since you last saw him— really saw him, not just a grocery store encounter— and now, he was just on the other side of the phone.

you slipped another finger inside, head falling back against the pillow, a soft moan barely audible to him, escaping your lips. you didn’t need to tell him what you were doing. he knew.

"let me hear you." namgyu murmured on the other end, his words faltering just a little bit at the end of the sentence. you could hear the way his hand sped up just a little bit and didn't hesitate to quicken your movements as well, thumb brushing over your clit. another moan fell from your lips you didn't stifle it this time.

"fuck—" namgyu said, voice a bit rougher than usual, "i'm close."

the heat in your core was building, coiling with every sound of his voice. "me— too." you rasped.

there was a soft moan on the other side, your name falling from his lips with a soft grunt, breathing getting heavier. you arched your back against nothing, chasing your release, fingers working quicker, until you finally came undone with a small whimper.

it was quiet on both sides of the call for a minute or two after. just ragged breathing on his side of the call that was slowing down. you didn't know what, if anything, you were supposed to say. iswasnow even the right time to apologize? to talk about what happened?

there was a small noise of covers shifting on his end, then his voice a little bit raspy, the way it always was afterwards, "come over tomorrow. i don't have work."

it wasn't a question, not that you would've said no. so you nodded slightly, even though he couldn't see it, "yeah. i'll be there."

there was a beat of silence and then namgyu mumbled, "good night."

"night," you whispered softly, breath slightly shaky. not from what just happened, but because you didn't realize how much you missed his voice, his good nights. "bye."

the line clicked. you were left with the same silence in the room that'd been haunting you for days, but it felt a little bit different now. lighter. hopeful.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

you fell asleep with your phone still in your hand, namgyu's voice replaying in your head and blurring with your dreams. the next day at work was long but with a different kind of anticipation than before. by the time you got home, you could barely think about anything but namgyu, rushing to change clothes, grab your keys, and head to his place.

you took a few minutes in the car to yourself, trying to calm your nerves and the shaky anticipation buzzing in your chest, before heading up to the front door. you couldn't help but wonder why namgyu wanted to meet. surely after the phone call last night he wouldn't try to end things? you wanted to at least apologize, even if he didn't want you anymore.

namgyu opened the door looking effortlessly put together. "hey," he said softly, letting you inside, the faintest smile on his lips, "you came."

"of course." you replied, offering a small smile back as you looked up at him. you tried to hide your nerves, hands in the pockets of your hoodie so he couldn't see how you were fidgeting.

but all those nerves melted away the moment he kissed you. he stepped forward and after a beat of hesitation tilted your chin up to press a soft, slow kiss to your lips. tentative. like he wanted to see if you'd pull away.

when you didn't, he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tilting your chin up more, tongue slipping past your lips. you moaned softly into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. namgyu's hand slipped under your hoodie, fingers brushing the bare skin under the fabric. his hand moved up a little higher, settling on your waist, leading you back blindly towards his bedroom.

you were reminded of the first time you kissed namgyu— one drunken night at the club before you first hooked up, back when you were still with su-bong. it had been fiery and intense and full of pent-up tension that could only be described as the same as what you were feeling right now.

you were now laying in namgyu's bed, him hovering over you, lips pressing messy open-mouthed kisses down your neck. his hands found the waistband of your pants, and you lifted your hips a little to help him tug them off you in one smooth motion, discarding them messily on the floor.

namgyu's mouth returned to yours, kiss still deep and intense. one hand reached down to lightly brush over the thin fabric of your underwear, already soaked, and the sensation made you jolt slightly under his touch.

"shit, baby," namgyu muttered under his breath, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, "so ready for me already."

you could barely muster out a nod before his hand slipped into your panties, fingers brushing over your folds. you cursed under your breath as you felt him collect slick from your core before sliding one finger inside you. you moaned his name in response, head leaning back against the pillows as namgyu's lips found your neck again. he inserted another finger into you, curling it just right, thumb circling your clit. "fuck, nam—" you tried, already feeling the tension build in your core.

before you could reach your high, namgyu drew his fingers from you. "not yet," he murmured softly, "wanna feel you cum on me." he brought his fingers up to your lips and you parted your lips for him, tasting yourself. he watched you intently, eyes locked on the way your lips wrapped around his fingers. "so pretty." he breathed softly, before drawing his fingers from your mouth.

namgyu pulled off his shirt, also throwing it messily on the floor, before moving to continue undressing you. his movements were slightly rushed, hands fumbling, but not in an all lustful way— in a way that screamed ignition. like he couldn't function properly without you.

he finally pushed in and your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him closer. he kissed you softly, slowly, like everything had been leading up to this moment. your head tilted back against the pillow, eyes rolling back, as his thrusts grew faster, more intentional, each one hitting just the right spot. you were already fluttering around him, walls clenching around him.

"you gonna cum for me, baby?" namgyu whispered in your ear, lips pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.

"fuck, yeah—" you whimpered, his thrusts getting deeper and faster. all it took was a couple more movements for your orgasm to crash over you, walls throbbing around him as he continued to move, a bit slower now, helping you ride out your high.

he reached his own high within moments, the feeling of your walls fluttering around him all too overwhelming. he collapsed a sweaty mess on top of you, both of your bodies tangled together. namgyu pulled out with a soft groan, lips brushing your temple lightly before laying down next to you on the bed, one arm pulling you in closer to his chest.

he was quiet for a moment, just savoring the feeling of you next to him, fingers gently tracing patterns on your bare skin and playing with your hair, before he finally spoke up again, "i missed you."

your heart clenched at the words. it felt like the only thing the two of you had been able to say to each other lately, yet the softness in his tone was different than when he'd said it over the phone. "i missed you too." you whispered back, looking up at him endearingly.

namgyu smiled softly, meeting your gaze, fingers brushing a piece of hair out of your eyes. "go to sleep," he murmured softly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, "we'll talk in the morning?"

"yeah," you murmured softly, unable to hold back a small smile that played on your lips. "good night."

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the next morning was warm. the morning sunlight filtered in through the curtains, waking you up. namgyu was already up, evident by the empty spot in bed next to you and the soft noises coming from the kitchen. you slipped out of bed, throwing on one of his t-shirts, before making your way over to the kitchen.

namgyu was cooking something on the stove, absentmindedly humming something softly. you took a moment to admire him, the way the light cast a golden glow on his skin, the way his glasses were perched perfectly on his face, the way his nose was scrunched slightly in concentration while cooking.

"good morning." you murmured softly, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, before settling yourself on the counter, legs swinging.

"hi," namgyu replied, smile bright as he watched you, "i'm just making breakfast."

"that's sweet," you murmured quietly, watching him. there was a small silence that settled over the two of you for a moment— comfortable and quiet.

"gyu..." you murmured softly, still feeling like something heavy was resting on your chest, "i wanna apologize."

he looked up from the stove, brows lifting slightly. "you don't have to."

"i want to," you said softly, legs still swinging from the counter, but gazed fixed on the floor. "um, i'm sorry that i let you get involved with su-bong like that. i didn't want you to have to fight for me and get hurt."

you took a shaky breath then continued, "and i'm sorry for not telling you that i was gonna see su-bong. i didn't... it wasn't for anything. i just wanted him to leave you alone. but i should've told you. so, i'm sorry."

namgyu was silent for a moment, but you could feel his gaze on you. there was the soft click of the stove turning off, then namgyu walking over to you, stepping between your legs where you sat at the counter, and taking your face in his hands to meet his gaze. he leaned in to kiss you once, slow and sweet, letting his lips linger for a moment longer.

"thank you," he murmured softly, thumb brushing your bare thigh. "and for what it's worth, i shouldn't have have yelled at you that day. i was mad and tired."

you nodded, eyes soft as you looked at him. "i missed this," you whispered softly, "us."

"me too," namgyu said, eyes never leaning yours. there was a small pause, like he'd been carrying it for a while, then he murmured, "i love you."

 ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ 

⋆˚꩜.ᐟ choi seung-hyun

• whatever you say goes— if you want to stay home in pajamas all day or spend the whole day out, he's just glad to spend it with you.

• seung-hyun will buy you something expensive you’ve been subtly eyeing. whether it's a piece of jewellery, art, or some vintage book, he'll make sure to get it for you. it's probably wrapped somewhat messily with a bow tied around it and he'll mumble, "i tried my best to make it look nice" while he hands it to you with a sheepish smile.

• defintely writes you a letter to go with the gift. it's kind of old-fashioned but i think he would do it. it could be something short or two pages long, but either way, it always makes you tear up— the way he talks about his love for you is so pure.

• if you decide to go out for the day, he'll take you to dinner at an upscale restaurant with dim lighting and romantic candles that adorn the place. if you're the kind of person that likes it when restaurant's sing to you and bring you dessert, he'll make sure it happens, otherwise, he'll just ask the employees to quietly deliver a cake to you.

• the rest of the evening is spent in quiet, intimate moments. he might drive you around the city, music low and windows down, or take you on a stroll by the han river.

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 kwon jiyong

• so so so romantic!!

• jiyong will wake you up with kisses and make breakfast for you, although he insists that you just sit on the counter while he does all the work. he'll try to plate the food all pretty: a heart-shaped pancake, your name written in syrup, and maybe a flower too.

• he'll take you to your favorite restaurant for dinner and definitely has coordinating outfits for the two of you (the pictures will be amazing).

• he'll probably also have a small surprise planned for after dinner. it might be a quiet rooftop view of the city or a romantic candle setup at home.

• i feel like jiyong is the type to give you small, sentimental gifts throughout the day. a polaroid photo of the two of you, a song about you that he'll never release because it's just so special, a charm for your bracelet, etc.

• the night ends romantic, like all the things do with jiyong. probably slow dancing in your living room to a playlist he made just for you.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ kang daesung

• daesung goes all out in the most heartwarming, wholesome way possible. every year he says that he wants to make this birthday "the most memorable one so far."

• you'll wake up to the house decked out in balloons, streamers, and a "happy birthday" banner strung across the furniture. you have no idea when he even had the time to set this all up... or how you didn't hear him fall at least once while you were asleep.

• daesung will wake you up with a kiss and your favorite breakfast in bed.

• he'll take you out to a nice restaurant for dinner... and yes he'll defintely make sure the waiters sing happy birthday while he films how you try to hide your face in your hands with the brightest smile.

• as soon as you get back home— surprise! it's a surprise party with all your friends and family and you have no idea how daesung managed to arrange this behind your back.

⋆˚꩜.ᐟ choi seung-hyun

• seung-hyun is more of a quiet guy after sex. not because he doesn't care, but because the intimacy that settles with him afterwards is quiet and shows in how he takes his time with every movement. his silence is gentle and safe.

• he'll clean you up with a kind of tenderness that's almost reverential. a warm cloth and eyes locked onto you the whole time to make sure you're okay. there's something almost sacred about it.

• he holds you in his arms afterwards, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head, temple, shoulder— anywhere, really. he'll occasionally mumbling sweet nothings.

"still with me?" and "you're so good to me."

• he'll give you his hoodie, wrapping you in the soft fabric that smells like him, and continue to hold you until you fall asleep. he'll always wait for you to fall asleep first before closing his eyes, mumbling a small "i love you" as his eyes flutter shut.

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 kwon jiyong

• such a sweetheart!! he becomes softer than soft after, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you slow and sweet.

• jiyong cleans you up afterwards like it's a ritual. he'll pause to kiss every inch of your body again— your knees, stomach, fingers— but there's an innocence to every kiss.

"you're just so beautiful, jagiya."

• whatever you need, he'll get. water? snacks? painkillers? a kiss? done. even if you mumble that you're fine, he's the kind of guy to run to the kitchen in only his boxers and get that candy he knows you love.

• jiyong craves intimacy himself after sex, so he prefers to hold you in his arms afterwards. he'll trace invisible patterns on your bare skin and press soft kisses everywhere.

• he talks about everything and nothing afterwards. the song he's working on that just doesn't sound right, the dreams he had as a kid, and something funny he saw on the street earlier that day. whether you're quiet or not, your presence is the main thing he cares about.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ kang daesung

• daesung is still a ray of sunshine, even after sex. he's kind of a talker, voice warm and sleepy, and with a soft rasp to it as he talks. whether he's talking to you or partly to himself, you don't mind.

"i'm so lucky."

• he showers you with love— also one of the guys that wants to be as close to you as possible afterwards. kisses, cuddles, playing with your hair while you lay on his chest? mandatory.

• he likes to take innocent showers / baths with you after. it's the intimacy of the act that he loves most. the shared warmth, washing each other's hair (he always absolutely loves it when you play with his hair, so this is a must), the quiet love.