[5:14] dreaming

[7:56] opening the door, jeno smiles at you brighter than the morning sun. “ready for the first day?”

[10:15] pushing you back, you fall softly onto the bed, mark putting a knee between your legs as he leans you back, hovering over you with a grip on your hips strong enough to leave little finger shapes bruises. not letting you catch your breath, he unbuttons your shirt gently, in contrast with the rough, needy kisses he placed on your lips, his t-shirt balled up in your fist as you reach for something to grab onto

[1:12] trying to stay up late with vampire!mark, he holds you against his chest on the sofa, the dark room illuminated by the tv screen. your attempts fall short as you drift off to dreamland with the feeling of mark’s fangs scraping lightly against your skin as he smiles into neck, pressing small kisses against your skin.

[8:23] inviting jaemin over for a movie, the last thing you expected was to be caught between him and the wall as you sat on the counter. originally planned to be some time of relaxation, jaemin was riling you up instead; his hands creeping under your sweater to grab at the supple skin of your hips. running your fingers through the hairs on his nape, jaemin lets out a soft sigh as you trail kisses down his jaw and neck, his hands gripping you tighter as bruise his collarbone

[10:02] staying late in the dance room with jisung, he tries teaching you his choreography, his body in close proximity as he guides you. getting caught in the moment, you couldn’t take your eyes off him, his eyes lit up as he spoke with passion. pulling you out of your admiration, you fall into his arms - a warm smile for you and giggle from him, “i’ll always be here to catch you when you fall”

[10:17] chenle knocking on your door, ripping yourself from the sofa you get up to answer. seeing chenle’s face brought a smile to yours as he pulled him into you, “i’m sorry i’m late, my flight was delayed. merry christmas.” looking up at a mistletoe, chenle gently cradles your face pulling you in for a sweet kiss

[7:16] climbing onto renjun’s lap, his hands find their home on your hips, pulling you closer to him- if that was even possible. he tasted like coffee and vanilla as his tongue found its way into your mouth, but the sweet flavor of renjun was short lived as he pulled away to press kisses down your jaw and onto your neck —the sweetness of his lips, his love, painting bitter bruises on your skin