Your son, Ji-ho, had barely been a couple of days old when Jay started teaching him about Formula 1. On race days, Jay would be holding baby Ji-ho, trying not to scream at the screen.

Jay pointed at the screen, naming all the cars he could while Ji-ho stared blankly. “Look,” he whispered proudly, “That’s a Ferrari.”

You laughed from behind the couch. “He can’t even see properly yet babe.”

“It’s better he learns now than later.”

“He’s barely a week old…”

From then on, F1 became a permanent part of Ji-ho’s childhood. By the time he was four years old, he could recognize different team colors. At five, he knew the names of several drivers. And at six, he started asking questions.

“Appa, what’s a pit stop?” oh, little Ji-ho doesn’t understand the effect that simple question had on his appa.

That evening turned into an hour long lesson involving toy cars, cushions on the floor to make a border for the cars, and Jay dramatically demonstrating tire changes on the floor.

You found them later, Ji-ho sat crossed legged, completely focused while Jay explained race strategies with hand gestures.

“An undercut is where a trailing driver pits earlier than the car ahead to gain track position, which is why undercutting is important. Got it?” Jay asked.

Ji-ho nodded seriously.

You stared for a moment, “Jay-ah, he’s six.”

“It’s fine, he understands.”

Race weekends became chaos in your house.

Jay would wake up early, sneaking around in the kitchen to make breakfast. Except he was never really quiet. You would wake up to plates being put on the table, cabinets opening and closing, and worse—he would wake up Ji-ho which caused you to wake up.

“Ji-ho, wake up.” Jay whispered loudly outside your son’s room.

You groaned into your pillow, “Jay,”

“Yes love?”

“Shut up.”

Before he could respond, tiny footsteps raced down the hallway. “Appa! Is the race starting?”

Jay grinned widely, “Yeah, let’s go to the couch now. Hurry!”

“WAIT! What about eomma?”

Soon, race mornings consisted of Ji-ho sitting beside Jay on the couch wearing a tiny team cap that Jay had bought him.

At first, Ji-ho naturally supported the same team as his appa did. Red Bull.

Jay had nearly cried when Ji-ho told him. “You made the right choice.” was all Jay said.

You rolled your eyes, oh how dramatic your husband was.

Unfortunately, this happiness wouldn’t stay for long. It happened out of nowhere. One saturday afternoon, you were finishing up the laundry while Jay cleaned the dishes. Ji-ho came down from his room and sat at the dining table. Looking nervous.

“What happened Ji-ho?” you asked, noticing his nervous state. Getting up from folding and walking up behind him. “Appa,” he said.

Jay looked up from the dishes, turned off the water, and dried his hands. “Yeah?”

“I think I like Ferrari now.” he quickly said, nervous to see his dad’s reaction. Your eyes went to Jay, trying not to laugh at Jay’s shocked expression. His mouth open and his eyes wide.

Jay stared at him for a solid five seconds before finally speaking. “What?”

“I like Ferrari now.”

“No.” Jay answered immediately. “Jay,” you warned, already laughing. “No, because what do you mean you ‘like Ferrari now’?” Jay asked, pointing at his son now, “Since when?”

Ji-ho shrugged, “I don’t know, recently.”

Jay looked genuinely distressed. “You’ve been supporting Red Bull for years now.” “Appa, i’m seven.”

“Babe, stop laughing. This is serious.”

A few days later, you found Jay opening a package in the living room. “What did you buy?”

He turned towards you, sighing dramatically, “A Ferrari hoodie.” you blinked, surprised, “For Ji-ho?”

“Yeah. Unfortunately.”

You smiled, “You’re such a softie, even though he doesn’t support your team, you’re still spoiling him.”

The moment Ji-ho saw it, his whole face lit up. “Really?!”

“Don’t make me regret buying you this.”

Ji-ho threw his arms around him. “Thanks, Appa!” Jay froze before hugging him back, his expression softening. You watched from the doorway, smiling at your two boys.

Later that night, “You finally accepted him supporting another team?” you said, putting your arms around him once he got into bed. His hands instinctively going around your waist. “I don’t have a choice. At least I know you won’t change teams.” he replied. “Hmm? I don’t know, other teams have really good looking drivers.” you teased him. “Nope. Don’t even start.” he said, quickly kissing you before you could say anything else.

Jake knew how much you loved his long hair.

His hair had gotten longer over the past few months, soft dark strands falling into his eyes whenever he looked down.

You were constantly fixing it, playing with it, or taking photos of him whenever you had the chance.

“You’re staring again, love.” Jake said, trying not to laugh.

“I can stare all I want.” you replied, reaching over and brushing a piece of hair away from his face. “I just think your hair looks nice.”

Jake rolled his eyes affectionately.

Across the table, your five year old, Jaehyun was eating his pancakes while looking between the two of you.

“Eomma likes appa’s hair.” he announces, mouth full of pancakes.

“Close your mouth baby.”

Jaehyun quickly chewed and swallowed, grinning innocently. “Sorry, eomma.”

You smiled and ruffled his hair, “Thank you, baby.”

Jake laughed softly before taking another sip of his coffee, “Well, me and Jaehyun are going to get our hair cut today.”

The smile from your face immediately dropped. “No.”

“I have to babe,” he says, now hugging your waist, “It’s going to grow back.”

“C’mon Jaehyun, it’s time to go.” he says, grabbing his keys and putting on his shoes.

Jaehyun immediately slid out of his chair. “Bye eomma.” he said, hugging your waist.

You kissed his forehead before letting him go and grabbing Jakes sleeve. “Don’t cut too much hair. This hair was the reason Jaehyun was born.” you whispered the last part.

Jake laughs before pulling you into a quick kiss. “You’ll be fine.”

An hour later, you heard the front door open. “Eomma! We’re back!” you heard Jaehyun yell while running to the living room where you were. Jake closely behind.

“Look eomma! My hair!” Jaehyun ran into your lap, showing off his haircut. You looked down at Jaehyun and smiled. He looked so much like your Jake.

His dark hair was neatly trimmed now. He looked so proud of it that you couldn’t help reaching up and fixing it. “Oh my baby,” you cooed, pressing kisses all over his cheeks. “You look so handsome.”

Jaehyun giggled and squirmed in your lap. “Thank you eomma!”

You finally looked up at Jake, and paused. His hair was shorter, not short-short, but definitely shorter than before. The long pieces that would cover his eyes were gone, and the back had been cleaned up too.

You stared for a second, not saying anything. “What?” Jake asked, noticing.

You carefully shifted Jaehyun off your lap before standing and walking over to him.

Jaehyun immediately followed behind you like a curious little shadow.

You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair. You couldn’t automatically tuck his hair behind his ear anymore. “It looks nice,” you admitted.

Jake grinned, “See, I told you babe.”

“But I liked it longer.”

“I know, but it was annoying.”

You rolled your eyes. “But it was my favorite thing ever.” Jaehyun giggles, seeing your reaction to his appas hair.

“Hehe, eommas upset.”

“I am not upset,” you quickly replied.

“You are eomma!”

Jake laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Go put on a new shirt Jaehyun.”

“Okay, appa!” Jaehyun ran off towards his room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.

The second he disappeared, Jake pulled you closer, “You’re really cute and dramatic, you know that?”

“I’m just saying, long hair really suits you.”

“Well, atleast i’m still handsome.”

Your expression softened, admiring him. “You’re right on that part.”

Jake grinned, but before he could respond, Jaehyun came back running into the living room. “Eomma!” he said seriously. “Appas hair will grow back, don’t be sad.”

“I’m not sad baby, don’t worry. Eommas just gonna miss appas hair.” you reassured him, crouching down. Jake laughing next to you.

When you said yes to being Jungwon’s girlfriend after months of late night talks, playful teasing, and stolen moments that made your heart race, you thought you were only getting one boyfriend.

Oh how wrong you were.

Nobody warned you that dating Jungwon, meant dating the rest of Enhypen. Just not romantically.

The moment you and Jungwon announced you were dating, the other six members decided you were their responsibility too.

heeseung —

Even before getting together with Jungwon, Heeseung had acted like an older protective brother. He always made sure you were eating well, taking breaks from studying, and no one was messing with you.

“Good morning, y/n.” you heard as you were walking into the kitchen, lifting your head and seeing Heeseung already eating ramyeon.

“Morning,” you mumbled sleepily.

Heeseung looked you up and down once before narrowing his eyes. “You just woke up?”

“Yeah?”

“What time did you sleep?”

You froze, already knowing you were going to get scolded. “Why?”

“y/n.” He said, his voice becoming serious.

“…three” you quietly said, but he still heard you.

“Yah, y/n you can’t be sleeping that late. You have class today, Jungwons not gonna like you sleeping so late and then going to class tired.” Heeseung sighed out.

You groaned and dropped your head onto the kitchen counter. “Then don’t tell him.” you said, your head now up. Heeseung reached over and lightly flicked your forehead. “He cares about you, even if I don’t tell him, he’ll find out.”

He stood up and walked to the fridge, grabbing two water bottles.

A moment later, he returned and placed it infront of you. “Here. Drink this and eat something before you go.”

“Yes dad.” you teased.

“Don’t call me that.”

You laughed as he shook his head.

From the hallway, a tired Jungwon suddenly appeared. “What’s going on?”

Heeseung pointed at you, “She slept at three.”

Jungwon jaw dropped, walking to you and hugging you from behind. “Babe, at three? What did I tell you.”

You got up quickly, and escaped his hug, “Okay, bye! I’m leaving!” you yelled, before they could start lecturing you more.

The last thing you heard was Heeseungs laughter, and Jungwon shouting your name.

jay —

Jay remembered everything about you. Your favorite dessert, your favorite drink, your favorite store. But that’s just how Jay had always been. He remembers everything about his members, it made sense that he remembers everything about his friends girlfriend.

You were hanging out in the dorm living room while the members were scattered around doing their own things. Jay had just come back from running errands and dropped a small shopping bag infront of you. “This is for you.”

You looked up from your phone confused, you never remembered asking him for anything. “Huh?”

Jay nodded towards the bag. “Open it.” Confused you opened it. Inside was a sweater, but not just any sweater.

It was a sweater you had been wanting for a while now. Your eyes widened.

“I saw you looking at it a couple weeks ago.”

“And you remembered?!” you asked, still in shock.

Jay looked at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You liked it.”

Before you could respond, Jake leaned over the couch, “That’s insane hyung.”

“Seriously,” Sunoo agreed, “I can’t even remember what I ate yesterday.”

“I do,” Jay replied.

Nobody was suprised.

You laughed, shaking your head. “You didn’t have to buy it for me Jay, but thank you!”

“Wow Jay hyung, you buy stuff for my girlfriend, but not me.” Jungwon dramatically said. Fake sulking.

“Oh please, he spends more on you than anyone babe.” you exposed.

jake —

Jake had been excited about your relationship before it had even officially started.

When he noticed Jungwon liked you, he became his biggest supporter.

He was the easiest to get close with. The moment he found out you liked legos, you became even closer.

“Oh! hey y/n, you’re here early.” Jake said from the couch when he heard you come in. “Yeah, Jungwon texted me he’s going to be 20 minutes late and to just come here.”

“Wanna build a new lego set with me?” he said, grinning, already knowing you were going to say yes.

“…Go get it.”

Ten minutes later, you were sitting on the floor with pieces spread out everywhere. “Pass me the blue one.” Jake handed you the piece.

“Thanks.”

When Jungwon came back, he didn’t expect to see you and Jake on the floor. “Um, what’s happening?”

“Oh wonie! you’re here!” you said, getting up from the floor and hugging him tightly. “Eww, go do that on your own time.” Jake said.

“Shut up.” you and Jungwon said at the same time.

“Oh wow just jump me then.”

“Back to my question though, what are you guys doing?” Jungwon asked.

“Oh Jake got a new set, and we decided to work on it while waiting for you.” you answered, still holding on to him.

“Want to join?” Jake asked, but by asking to join he actually meant just sitting down and watching you both.

sunghoon —

At first, it was awkward between you and Sunghoon. Not because of anything personal but because he was more quiet than the rest.

But he slowly became someone who was always there for you.

If Jungwon wasn’t at the dorms that day, and you wanted to go on a walk. Sunghoon would accompany you.

When you need advice, Sunghoon would be there.

It became a normal thing between you guys. He tried to act like he didn’t care by making up excuses.

Jungwon had practice running late and you were sitting down on the dorm couch feeling a little restless. You texted Jungwon. No reply.

You sighed and stood up. A couple of seconds later— “Where are you going?” a voice came from the kitchen. You looked over, seeing Sunghoon staring at you, “Just going to walk outside for a bit.”

He nodded like he didn’t care. “…It’s cold out.”

“I’ll be fine.” you replied.

He didn’t answer, just grabbed his jacket and put his shoes on. “I’m going out anyway.”

You raised an eyebrow, “I didn’t ask you to come.”

“I know.”

Another pause. “…I just need some fresh air.”

You tried not to smile, “Alright then, let’s go.”

sunoo —

Sunoo became your best friend immediately.

He was also very affectionate, the kind of affection where you forget you weren’t always friends.

The first time you realized it, you were sitting in the living room, wearing Jungwons hoodie while scrolling on tiktok.

Sunoo walked in, saw you and immediately lit up. “Y/n!”

Before you could even respond properly, he was already beside you on the couch. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, just waiting for Jungwon.” you said, putting down your phone.

“Perfect. Then you can help me.”

“With what?”

He held up his phone, “I need your opinion.”

By the time Jungwon came back from the store, you and Sunoo were sitting side by side on the couch.

“Which one looks better?” Sunoo asked, holding up two selfies.

You squinted, “Mmm, the left one.”

Sunoo gasped dramatically, “I knew it!”

Jungwon blinked, confused. “Why are you having a photoshoot review session?”

Sunoo didn’t even look at him, “She has better taste than you and everyone else.”

Ni-ki —

Ni-ki was like an annoying younger brother you never asked for.

The moment you walk into the dorm, he’s already there ready to annoy you.

You hadn’t even taken off your shoes properly when— “Why are you here again?” Ni-ki was already standing there, looking at you like you were intruding his personal space.

You blinked. “…To see Jungwon?”

He made a face, “Of course you are.”

You made a confused face, “??? Hello, why are you already trying to fight.”

“Oh you wanna fight.”

From then on he made it a routine to annoy you whenever he could.

When you would be hanging out with Jungwon, Ni-ki would appear behind you.

“Ugh y/n be quiet.” mind you, you weren’t even talking.

“Ni-ki, don’t even try me right now.”

Jungwon just sighed, not wanting to deal with you guys fighting.

That night, the dorm was finally silent.

No chaos. No yelling. No teasing.

Just the soft hum of the TV in the background and the occasional sound of footsteps down the hall.

You were sitting up on the bed, your back on the headboard, curled up under a blanket when Jungwon finally dropped down beside you with a tired sigh. “Long day?” you asked. He nodded, leaning his head against your shoulder. “Ni-ki almost broke my patience today.”

You let out a small laugh. “That sounds about right.” Jungwon lifted his head up to look at you properly. Like he was taking a moment to just see you.

“You’re always here,” he said softly.

“I mean yeah, where else would I be?” you replied. He smiled a little at that, then shifted closer, slipping his hand into yours.

For a moment, it was quiet again. Comfortable.

Then Jungwon spoke again, quieter this time. “You know…” he started, thumb lightly tracking over your knuckles, “I like how they take care of you in their own way.”

You tilted your head slightly. “Even Ni-ki? He literally bullies me 24/7.”

Jungwon let out a soft laugh. “Yeah. Even him.” He squeezed your hand gently. “Even though he bullies you, he still cares for you.”

You looked at him, and he looked back—calm, sincere.

“They like you,” he continued. “Heeseung checks up on you like you’re his responsibility. Jay remembers everything about you. Jake drags you into whatever he’s doing. Sunghoon pretends he doesn’t care but is always there. Sunoo follows you around like you’re going to disappear. And Ni-ki…” he paused, smiling a little, “acts like he’s annoyed by your presence but is always the first one to defend you.”

You snort softly. “I don’t think i’ve ever really noticed that.”

His expression softened again as he leaned his shoulder gently against yours. “I like it.” he added. “It means I don’t have to worry as much when i’m not there.”

That made you go quiet for a second. “…You worry too much.” you mumbled.

Jungwon hummed. “It’s kind of my job.”

“It’s not.”

“It is if you’re mine.”

Your face warmed slightly at that, and turned your head away to hide it.

Jungwon noticed anyway. He noticed everything about you.

He smiled, satisfied, and pulled your hand a little closer.

Outside the room, faint laughter echoed from the hallway—probably Ni-ki arguing with someone again.

But inside, it was just you and Jungwon.

Jungwon leaned his head lightly against yours. “…I’m lucky,” he murmured. You glanced at him. “For what?”

“For you,” he said simply. Then after a pause, he added softer—“And for them caring of you too.” You didn’t reply right away. You just squeezed his hand back.

“Babe i’ll be fine,” Ni-ki says with a smug smirk. “We’ll only be outside for like ten minutes, I don’t think i’ll get sick.”

“But Riki it’s freezing out there, you’re gonna regret it.”

Those ten minutes quickly turned into thirty when the two of you spotted a cat.

The morning after, Ni-ki immediately regretted not wearing a jacket.

But he would never admit that to you.

He woke up with a pounding headache, a sore throat that would burn whenever he swallowed. His nose was stuffed, and his body ached.

Still, he dragged himself out of bed. Making his way to the kitchen where he knew he would find you.

The smell of coffee filled the apartment, and the sound of your phone playing a random tiktok echoed throughout the kitchen.

Ni-ki paused at the doorway. His hair was a mess, his eyes looked as if he didn’t sleep for days, and his oversized hoodie hung off his frame. He looked and felt terrible.

“Morning, love.” he rasped out before coughing harshly.

Your head snapped up from your phone, wide eyes staring at him.

“Babe, no offense, but you look terrible.”

Ni-ki’s eyebrows furrowed. “I do not.”

“You absolutely do.”

He rolled his eyes, thinking you were just being dramatic.

Before you could say anything else, he shuffled across the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck.

“M’ fine.” he grumbled out.

“C’mon baby, let’s get you back to bed.” you said softly, starting to get out of his embrace.

His hold on your waist tightens immediately once he feels you try to slip out. “I’ll be okay, let’s just stay like this for a bit.”

You lift your hand and put it in his hair to softly stroke it, feeling his body relax. “You’ll be more comfortable in bed Riki, you don’t have to let go of me either, just walk with me babe.”

Ni-ki let out a quiet groan, but loosened his grip enough to let you get up from the chair.

He refused to let go completely, he kept one arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you slowly made your way back to the room. He leaned more of his weight against you, clearly exhausted.

“I’ll be right back, i’m just gonna grab some medicine quickly.” you said as you pulled the blanket over his body.

His eyes snapped open, grabbing your hand before you got too far. “Wait, I want a kiss.” he said, starting to lean in. You leaned back a bit, not wanting to get sick from him, “Riki, you’re sick. I can’t kiss you right now.”

Ni-ki’s face immediately dropped. “What do you mean no.” he asked, genuinely offended.

“If you get me sick I won’t be able to take care of you!”

He frowned and tightened his grip on your hand. “It’s just one kiss!”

“You always say that and it leds to another kiss and then another kiss. It’s never just one kiss with you babe.” you stated while giggling a bit, “Now, let me get you some medicine and food so you can rest a bit.”

He groaned dramatically, letting his head fall back against the pillows. “You’re being cruel.”

You came back a couple minutes later with water, medicine, and a bit of food so he didn’t take the pills on an empty stomach.

The second Ni-ki saw you come back, some of the grumpiness left his face. “Why’d you take so long.”

“I barely took ten minutes. Eat some food and then take the medicine.”

“If I take the medicine will you kiss me?”

“Maybe.”

“Oh then i’m not taking it if it’s not a yes.”

You clearly forgot how dramatic and sassy he could get when he was sick or upset. “Fine then, i’ll give you a kiss if you take the medicine. I just need you to get better baby.” you replied, moving his hair from his face while he leaned into your hand.

He quickly ate and took the medicine, turning to you once he finished. “I want my kiss now.”

You leaned in, kissing him gently but still for a couple of seconds or else he would sulk if it was to short.

“I love you.” he said, starting to doze off.

You kissed his forehead one more time before responding, “I love you too, Riki.”

“Eomma!” you hear from the door.

You feel Jake shift lightly next to you. Your eyes start to slightly open, the sunlight blinding you for a moment. “Eomma, wake up!” your son says, now being in the room and shaking you to get up.

You groan and sit up, stretching lightly while Jaehyun, your five year old climbs up on your bed.

Jake slowly starts to get up too, hearing your son repeating “Eomma”.

“What happened Jaehyun-ah?” you ask, your voice raspy from sleep. “I’m cold.” he says, lifting the blanket up a bit and pushing Jake.

Jake lets out a dramatic gasp, still half asleep. “Yah, why am I getting kicked in my own bed this early?”

Jaehyun ignores him completely, crawling straight into your lap and wrapping his tiny arms around you. “Appa, move.”

You can’t help but giggle a bit while Jake stares at his son in betrayal. His messy hair falls into his eyes as he rubs his tired eyes. “You only love eomma these days.”

Jaehyun nods. “Eommas warm, you’re not.”

“Okay now that’s actually rude,” Jake mutters.

You smile, pulling the warm blanket over Jaehyuns shoulders. He instantly melts against you, his cheek pressing into your chest while his small hands cling to your shirt.

Jake watches the two of you for a second before scooting closer, wrapping on arm around your waist and the other around Jaehyun. “We can group cuddle then so your eomma can keep us both warm.”

“No squishing, appa.” Jaehyun warns.

Jake pokes his son’s cheek. “You’re bossy for someone who came in here at seven in the morning.”

Jaehyun hides his face into you more. “I had a bad dream.”

The teasing in Jakes expression softens immediately. “Oh,” he brushes Jaehyuns hair back. “Why didn’t you say that at first?”

“There was a monster,” he mumbles. “A big one.”

Jake gasps dramatically again. “A monster?! And appa wasn’t there to fight it?”

“Appa you lost.”

You burst into laughter while Jake clutches his chest. “Wow. Babe, are you hearing this. My own son thinks I’d lose.”

“You cried,” Jaehyun states.

“That’s a lie.” Jake says, looking even more offended.

Jaehyun finally giggles, the sleepy clinginess fading into a better mood. Jakes smile getting wider at the sound of hearing his son laugh.

After a few more minutes of being tangled together, Jaehyun lifts his head, his chin resting on your chest, “I’m hungry.”

“Want me to get up and make pancakes?” you ask, raising your hand to move his hair from his face.

Jaehyun nods, while Jake groans at the thought of getting up.

“Why can’t we just stay asleep? It’s way too early.”

“No.” Jaehyun answers immediately, “I’m hungry.”

kim sunoo

You couldn’t control it anymore. You loved squishing Sunoos cheeks.

You did it out of nowhere. No warnings. Just grab and squish. The first time you did it, Sunoo gasped dramatically, “Yah! my face!”

But he never pulled away. Not really.

“Why are you like this babe?” he asks, trying to sound annoyed while you’re still holding his cheeks. “They’re soft, and your face looks cute!” you say simply, squishing them again.

He huffs, but never does anything to stop you.

Eventually, he starts leaning into it.

He sees you raise your hands slightly, and tilts his head towards you. “See! you do like it,” you laugh. “If it makes you happy, then it makes me happy.” he says, smiling.

yang jungwon

You randomly hold his hand…but in a weird way. It wasn’t normal hand-holding, sometimes it would be just one finger, or his sleeve, or the edge of his hoodie.

Jungwon notices quickly, “Jagi, why are you just holding…my pinky?” You shrug, “It’s enough.”

He finds it funny at first, but also kind of endearing.

While walking together, instead of grabbing his hand, you lightly hook onto his sleeve. He looks down, and pauses.

“…That’s it?” he asks. You gave a slight nod while looking up at him. He gently takes your hand properly, intertwining your fingers and starts walking again. “Upgrade,” he says.

But a few minutes later, he notices you’ve moved to holding his pinky. He smiles to himself, “Okay, that’s fine too!” while leaning down and giving your forehead a quick kiss.

nishimura riki

You randomly laugh. Not at jokes, not at anything. Just…out of nowhere. The first time it happens, Ni-ki is rambling about practice and a new move he tried out—and suddenly you start giggling.

He stops mid-sentence, “…What?”

You’re still laughing, trying to calm down but you can’t. “Nothing.” you manage to say in between giggles. He stares at you, concerned but slightly smiling. “There’s no way it’s nothing, you just started laughing like a maniac.”

“Ay don’t call me a maniac.” you say, offended while shaking your head, covering your mouth. “I just remembered something.”

“What was it?”

“…I forgot.”

He blinks, and stares blankly at you, “You’re laughing at something you don’t even remember?”

“Yes.”

After that, it just keeps happening.

You’ll be sitting quietly, just on your phone—then suddenly, “pfft—“

Ni-ki immediately looks at you, surprised, “Babe, again?” You’re already laughing harder, leaning into him without thinking.

He still gets confused, but eventually starts waiting for it.

One day, you’re both cuddling in comfortable silence after a hard day. He sneaks glances at you, waiting for the random cackle from you. “It’s been too quiet…” he says, suspiciously.

You look up, an eyebrow raised in confusion, “What?”

“You’ve been too quiet, you haven’t laughed in like 15 minutes.” You roll your eyes. “That’s not a thing, you’re being dramatic.”

A few seconds later—you snort softly and start laughing again. He snaps up and points at you. “SEE, I KNEW IT.” You hid your face embarrassed. “Stop!”

But he’s already laughing too, louder than you now.

lee heeseung

Heeseung didn’t know why, but at the most random times, you would bite him.

Not hard, just out of nowhere.

His arms, shoulders, and sometimes even his hands if they were close enough. The first time it happened, he froze mid-sentence. “Babe…did you just bite me?”

“Yeah.” You said, having no shame in biting him.

He just stared at you, confused and trying to figure out whether or not this was normal. “Okay…” he said, not knowing what else to say.

After that, it just kept happening.

Watching a movie? Bite. Watching him play games with Jake and Ni-ki? Bite. Cuddling? Oh yeah you were biting those arms.

One night, while you were watching a show on the couch, he caught you before you could bite him again, grabbing your wrist gently. “Wait,” he said, trying to hold back his laugh after seeing your offended expression, “atleast give me a warning babe.”

You leaned closer, your smile growing wider, and your eyes mischievous. “Warning.”

And then bit his arm again.

He sighed, smiling in defeat, but with a warm look in his eyes. “Nothings gonna stop you, huh?”

“Nope!”

park jongseong

He’s not sure when it started, but you constantly poked him.

His shoulder, cheek, side, nothing was safe from you.

At first, Jay tried ignoring it.

You’re sitting on the counter while he’s cooking, and out of nowhere—poke.

He just kept stirring.

Poke.

He exhaled slowly and ignored it again.

Poke.

“Do you need something, my love?” He finally asks, putting down the spoon and raising an eyebrow.

You smiled sweetly before saying, “No!”

But before you could poke him again, he grabbed your finger mid-air, “Why do you keep poking me?”

You shrug, “You’re just…pokeable.”

He lets go, shaking his head, but there’s a small smile he can’t hide.

Later at night, you’re focused on your phone when suddenly—poke.

You gasp, “Yah!”

Jay smirks, completely unbothered and proud. “I guess you’re pokeable too.”

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One second, you’re walking normally, the next, you’ve latched onto his arm, his back, wherever you can reach. With no warning.

Jake nearly fell the first time. “Whoa—!” he laughs, steadying both of you. “Why’d you do that?”

“I wanted a hug,” you say like it’s obvious.

“Okay yeah, but you jumped me.”

You just tightened your grip.

He quickly got used to it though. He started expecting it.

But when you don’t cling to him, he notices immediately.

As you’re walking beside him like a normal person, no sudden hugs or grabbing. Jake glances down at you. After a couple of minutes of this, he blurts out. “Are you mad at me? Or do you hate me?”

You snap your head at him, dumbfounded for a moment. “What? No.”

“…Then why aren’t you holding onto me?”

You laugh, but before you can respond, he pulls your arm around his anyway. “I don’t like it, it feels weird without it,” he admits softly.

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You like fixing his hair.

Not just when it’s messy, but all the time.

He’s just sitting next to you, scrolling on his phone, when you suddenly reach over and start adjusting the front strands.

He pauses. “…What are you doing?”

“Your hair’s messed up,”

He blinks. “Babe, it was fine.”

You shake your head and keep fixing his hair, smoothing it down and gently moving the front strands away from his face like it was the most important task in the world.

“…Okay,” he mutters, letting you.

After that day, it just became a habit.

Every time you’re close enough, your hands find their way to his hair. Fluffing, adjusting—even when nothing needs fixing.

At first, he sighs a little, pretending to be annoyed. “Is this just an excuse to touch my hair?”

You don’t even try denying it anymore, “Yup!”

Changbin makes it his personal mission to see how red he can make you in a single day.

You could be doing something completely normal—scrolling on your phone, concentrating on a game, finding your new outfit for tomorrow—and he’ll just lean on his his hand, staring at you like you’re the most fascinating person in the world.

“What?” you ask after you catch him staring.

He smirks.

“Nothing, i’m just thinking about how cute you are when you’re focused. Your eyebrows do this cute little scrunch thing.”

You immediately lose all focus on whatever task you were doing.

“Binnie,” you groan, trying—failing—to hide your flustered face behind your phone. “Stop staring at me like that, you’re weird.”

“Yah! how am I weird?” he asks, offended but joking. “A man can’t compliment his beautiful girlfriend?”

You pause at that. “That’s not—you can’t just say it like that!” you stutter out.

He sits up straighter on the couch, dramatically placing a hand over his chest. “Like what? i’m just saying facts my love.”

You groan louder now, sliding down further into the couch. “Ugh, you’re impossible.”

“And you’re gorgeous.” He says. No teasing in his voice. Just simple and certain.

That makes it worse.

You risk a glance at him, only to find him already watching you with that soft, fond expression he gets when he thinks you’re not looking.

“See?” he says, pointing at your face. “You’re blushing again, I didn’t even do anything big.”

“You just called me gorgeous!”

“Yea, and?” he grins. “I’m not lying.”

You grab the nearest pillow and throw at him. He catches it easily while laughing.

“I’m serious,” he continues, slowly scooting closer to you until your knees were touching. “You don’t understand how pretty you are when you get all flustered. Your eyes get all shiny and you start talking faster and—”

“Stop describing it!” you whine, stopping him from continuing and covering your face with both hands after dropping your phone.

He gently grabs your wrist, and tugs your hands down just enough so he can see you.

“Don’t hide,” he says softly. “I like seeing you.”

Your heart flips at that.

For a moment he just looks at you—no jokes, no dramatic reactions. Just steady, calm admiration.

Slowly, the corner of his mouth lifts again.

“Mm, thats the sixth time today.”

Your jaw drops, “Yah! you’re counting?!”

“Of course I am, it’s my mission.”

You turn your body away from him, trying to act annoyed, but he notices the tiny smile you can’t suppress.

He wraps his arms around your waist, putting his face in your neck, his voice dropping to a playful murmur.

“Don’t worry. You can be annoyed all you want, I have all day.”