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Stray Kids

Pentagon

ATEEZ

Up10tion

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Treasure 

Oneus

NEX7

Nine Percent

Astro

EXO

The Boyz

Seventeen

GOT7

Wanna One

Golden Child

~

You let your bag fall to the floor as you collapsed onto the couch in the middle of the living room, all but dead after the week’s studious activities. It was obvious that college would be difficult and tiring but the fact that it would leave you this burned out by the end of the first term was not one you had been informed of. Not only that but now that all assignments before the holidays were turned in you felt a migraine nestle into the right side of your brain. Knowing this was an effect of you finally relaxing mentally, you cursed yourself for not taking the right precautions which would’ve been taking some painkillers during the day to prevent this from happening. It’s not like you weren’t warned either, you should’ve known once your eyes started unfocusing as that is the most normal indicator for an incoming migraine attack.

With a deep sigh, you shuffled off the couch and made your way towards the bathroom, turning off the lights in your pursuit. The pill was hard to swallow and a lot of water was drunk as it made its way down your throat but it had to be done, without it the migraine would’ve stuck around for days. It was too late to stop it completely now but at least you limited its visitation hours.

Filling the glass with water again, you turned off the lights and entered your bedroom, where you placed the glass on your bedside table before pulling the dark curtains over your windows, leaving the room in darkness. The bed was very welcoming as you made yourself comfortable under the covers, hoping to sleep the pain away.

~

Jungwoo’s heart was beating out of his chest as he left the store, a bag full of snacks and candy meant to be eaten as a way to celebrate having survived the first term of college with you. He knew you had been stressed out of your mind this past week due to multiple deadlines and hence, he believed junk food to be the best way to mark the end of it. There was slight hope in him that the snacks would put you in a happy mood so he could find the courage and finally ask you out. It’s something he’s been trying to do for years but his bravery always seemed to slip away at the last second, leaving him a stuttering mess and you slightly confused.

This was his goal, however. He told himself when he got into the same college as you that if he got through the first term without failing any classes, then he can get through the nerve-wracking process of confessing to you. So here he was, a 3.0 GPA average, a bag filled to the brim with chips, chocolate and ben’n’jerry ice cream and nerves resembling those of Mrs Bennet.

On his way over to your apartment on campus, the sky filled with stars and the streetlights illuminated his way. With a glance at his watch, he increased his pace, wanting to spend as much time as possible with you before putting your whole friendship in jeopardy. As the time struck 8 pm, he entered your apartment complex, taking two steps at a time up to the third floor, stopping to take some deep breaths before, finally, knocking on your door,

~

It was like someone had pushed a spear right through your head and twisted it with every knock that came from your door. A huff left your lips before you struggled out of bed, keeping your eyes closed even though no lights were turned on. The shine from the moon was enough for your head to feel like it was crumbling in on itself. Once you finally got the door open, you were met with a smiling Jungwoo. Or, well, at least for a second. As soon as he saw your expression the smile fell from his face much like the grocery bag fell from his hand and he was in your apartment in mere seconds, hands cradling your face.

“What happened? Are you okay?” His voice was way too loud for you to be able to handle it so, with a scrunched up face, you hushed him and mumbled out that you were experiencing a migraine. His worried expression was immediately replaced by one of empathy as he slowly took off his shoes to not make too much noise, before leading you back to your room, promising that he would be there in a minute, offering cuddles.

Once he had put the snacks in the kitchen and the ice cream in the freezer, he joined you under the covers where you had already fallen asleep. He cradled your body against his, feeling a wave of protection come over him as he engulfed you in his warmth. Silently asking the universe how it could justify plaguing such a genuine and wonderful person with migraines.

A couple of hours later, he was woken from his slumber by you shuffling around in his arms, trying to find a comfortable position. Eventually, you sat up and reached for the water on the bedside table, the water you haven’t touched until now. Jungwoo looked at his watch, huffing slightly at the late hour.

“Mmh, did you sleep well? Are you feeling better?” He took care to apply a soft tone to his voice, almost whispering, to not cause you more pain than you were already experiencing.

You nodded your head as you put the glass down and laid down in his arms once again, cuddling into his chest. “Yeah, it’s not completely gone but it’s not as prominent anymore.”

“That’s good. How many pills did you take for it?” You held up a finger to indicate the number. Jungwoo let out a small sigh. “You should’ve taken two.”

“Mh, no, I never take more than one and it’s fine, I’m used to these migraines by now.”

“You shouldn’t have to be.”

“No, but I’ve always had them, it’s my own fault that I don’t take precautions when I can, like drinking water or listening to the signs when they arrive.” You relaxed slightly against his body, enjoying the warmth it gave off. “Most of them can be prevented.”

“Will I have to drop in to take care of you so you experience them less?” You laughed at that.

“Maybe.” He laughed and shifted over to his back, causing you to settle your head on his chest.

“I wonder how the universe even works, like, shouldn’t the bad people be the ones experiencing these things?” You thought his statement over for a minute.

“I mean, no one is completely bad or completely good, right? So I don’t think you can go on that but I don’t think it’s random either. It’s rather that everything happens for a reason, these migraines have taught me something, they have affected my growth and my development and I believe that if I didn’t have them, I might have been another person you know.” He contemplated what I said.

“I just wish you could learn these things and grow the same way without the causes being so painful.”

“It’s fine Woo, I’m okay and it could’ve been worse. I could’ve been in pain for days but this will most likely be gone come morning.”

“I hope so, I don’t like seeing you in pain, I’m more used to the smiling side of you.” The mention of it caused your smile to appear on your face, albeit smaller and more fatigued than normal.

“We all have our sufferings and we deal with them the best we can, it’s life.” Jungwoo grumbled about how life was unfair because of it and you just laughed at him, happy to have some company to distract you from your head.

A yawn left your lips and you felt yourself sink back into your dreams.

“Go to sleep darling, I’ll be here when you wake up.” You nodded drowsily before settling against his chest and letting sleep pull you under. “I’ll confess to you in the morning.”

~

Jungwoo woke to the smell of bacon and scrambled eggs. With a glance to the other side of the bed, he noted the emptiness of it and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

He found you flipping the bacon with an apron on to not get any oil on your shirt. A smile found its way to his lips as he took in the domestic scene in front of him before he made his way to the counter and tapped your shoulder, offering a good morning in the process.

“Morning, you sleep like a log, you know that.” He laughed at your jab and couldn’t help but notice how the energy and happiness had returned to you once again.

“I assume the migraine has left the building?” You nodded at him, flipping the bacon once again.

“Yeah, I took a pill this morning just so it won’t make another surprise visit but it seems like I’m in the clear for now.” With a smile on your face, you put the bacon on two plates next to the already finished scrambled eggs before putting them both on the table. “About last night.” The fork stopped halfway to Jungwoo’s mouth as he awaited the ending of that sentence, eyes shaking. You looked at him across the table, a small smirk playing on your lips. “You’ll confess to me in the morning?”

Jungwoo felt his soul leave his body, taking all the courage he’d built up with it.

“Uhm, eh, haha, I think I should go, I’ll see you Monday!” He was off his chair in seconds and bolted for the door.

“No, no. Woo, wait!” Giggles spilt from his lips as you caught him by the back of his shirt. You reached for his face where you placed a small kiss on his cheek. “I like you too.” You let his face go, turning around in the process. “Now you can go if you want.”

~

“Asahi! Stop ogling the customers and get cleaning, we don’t want no grime in the beverages just because you couldn’t focus enough to do a decent job.” Asahi jumped at the sound of his boss’s voice, startled, and went back to wiping away at the coffee machines.

He had been caught staring… again. How his boss hadn’t fired him yet was a mystery to him, considering his lack of focus. Your quizzical look seemed to burn holes in his skin and he desperately tried to do his job faster, wanting to escape to the back and calm his face. You had noticed his stare before, I mean how could he not when he has spent the majority of his life in the presence of your beauty. This was, however, one of the few times when he was unable to provide a plausible excuse for his actions.

You were used to him staring at you by now, to be honest, so had you, Asahi was just not as good as noticing it. As he fled to the kitchens, a small smile played on your lips before you refocused on your paper in front of you which was nowhere near finished. A small sigh escaped your lips as your fingers found the keyboard once again.

30 minutes later, you were pulled from your concentrated state by a warm cup being placed in front of you. Looking up, you greeted Asahi with a smile as he sat down in the chair opposite of you, letting out a heavy sigh as his body slumped from exhaustion. You giggled slightly at his misery.

“Rough day?” you asked while skimming through your notes. Asahi gave you a hum in response before opening his mouth.

“I would rather change places with you, any kind of studying would trump being chastised every ten minutes.” He reached for your half-eaten cupcake but retreated his hand as you hit it, protecting the sweet pastry which was essential for your brain to remain functional in the task at hand.

“Maybe if you focused on your job you wouldn’t have to endure it all the time.” He grumbled at your comment, preferring if you had been on his side rather than the logical one. He even contemplated letting you know that the coffee in front of you was yours or if he should just take it for himself, partly because you were being logical and partly because you were the reason for his distraction in the first place. Not having the heart to do it, and knowing you more than needed it, he pushed it closer to you, silently signalling that you were the one to drink it. You looked up at him, eyes big in wonder before you realised he was offering it to you. Due to not being able to get any words down on your computer, you grabbed it and relished in its taste while taking a well-deserved break.

“How’s the paper going?” You just grunted in response to his query to which he laughed slightly, finding your evident vexation with the current focus of your classes. “I told you library school wasn’t going to be as easy as you had thought it would be.” With a small, adorable roll of your eyes, you placed the coffee cup beside your computer, your half-finished paper on the pros and cons of the Dewey Decimal system glaring back at you through the screen.

“I know, it was just wishful thinking, I was afraid of school all of a sudden becoming difficult.” Asahi snorted at your complaints.

“Are you subtly bragging about your much more efficient brain than mine or are you really saying school never bothered you before?” You playfully stuck your tongue out at him before explaining that no, school has never actually challenged you the way it should have. As you refocused on the task at hand, not being able to just leave it during study time, Asahi couldn’t help but get lost in the way your hair fell in your eyes, causing you to unconsciously put it behind your ear, only to have it fall back into place. A small smile played on his face, wondering whether or not it would be considered weird to place it behind your ear himself. With his confidence being worked up, he started bending forward, sole focus on the stray hair in front of your face. As your hand flew up and fixed it himself, he abruptly fell back into his chair with a huff, praying that you hadn’t noticed his intention of being romantic.

You sighed and saved your work, closing your computer before putting it in your bag again, replacing it with the coffee mug in your hands.

“How long is your break?” Asahi glanced down at his watch, grabbing the opportunity to switch his stare from you to his watch on his wrist.

“Fifteen more minutes.”

“Good, then you can keep me company for a while longer.” A blush crawled up Asahi’s neck, even though he knew you meant nothing by the statement other than you liked being in the presence of your friend. “At least until Mashiho gets here.” Asahi waited for the rest of that sentence but only got the image of you sipping your coffee. He raised his eyebrow slightly.

“Mashiho who? And why?” You laughed at his obvious jealousy and explained how you and Mashiho were working on a project together for your bibliometrics class and you were determined to get somewhat of a break in before he arrived.

“Ah, okay, nice.” You almost laughed at his attempt to not show his emotions regarding the situation.

“Dude, you know no one could ever take your place.” You reached over to pat his hand, assuring him of his own status as your best friend. When his boss called him back to work, he tried not to slump at your obliviousness as he took his place behind the counter to greet the next customer.

Twenty minutes later he couldn’t help but notice the way you hugged Mashiho as he joined you at your table, retrieving his materials from his bag to get to work. Up until then, you and Asahi had communicated through eye contact and he loved having you laugh at the funny faces he through your way whenever he didn’t need to interact with anyone in need of hot beverages or pastries. Now that your attention was on the boy opposite of you, he found himself falling into a state of boredom as the café lacked in customers during this time of the day. He couldn’t help his eyes drifting to your figure as time went by and as he saw you laughing at something Mashiho said, he started feeling his body grow hotter, indicating the negative feeling called jealousy growing in his belly. He forced himself to look away, trying to find something to distract himself with while your laugh resonated throughout the room. Finding a washcloth, he started wiping down the tables which were just vacated. Let’s just say you were confused when he started wiping away at your table as well, causing a break in the conversation you and Mashiho had been engaged in.

“Asahi, dude, what are you doing?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his unusual behaviour as he started wiping close enough to Mashihos notebook that he had to lift it out of the way. Asahi just threw you a smile before making his way back towards the counter, slightly happy to have made his presence known to the boy thinking he could make you laugh more than Asahi could.

Asahi spent the rest of the evening waving to you, making weird faces in your direction and distracting you in every way he could, desperate for the attention he was currently being deprived of. Eventually, you and Mashiho started packing up your stuff before exchanging a hug and going your separate ways; Mashiho exited the café while you made your way to the counter, an eyebrow raised as your eyes stayed trained on Asahi who’s nerves didn’t seem to want to calm down.

“So,” you said, positioning your bag on your shoulder and leaning on to the counter. “What’s up with you?”

“What, nothing.” Asahi’s eyes were turned towards the surface at which he was wiping away again, even though it was spotless by now. “Just doing my job as the best barista on campus.” You snorted at that, knowing full well that Asahi was way too easily distracted to be considered the best barista anywhere.

“Dude, seriously, you don’t like Mashiho?”

“No, he´s nice from what I saw.”

“Then what?”

Asahi forced a smile. “Nothing’s up with me, I´m just tire-”

“Asahi!” He looked up at you then, sighed, tried to get the words out, but was left with them lodged in his throat and him just looking at you, pleading with you to let it go. You let out a small sigh before smiling slightly.

“If you wanted to ask me out, you should’ve just done so.”

Asahi’s breath hitched in his throat, eyes big as saucers as he stared at you, trembling slightly at the spot. You reached over the counter, pulled him forward by his chin and pressed a small kiss to his cheek.

~

This man is going to be the death of me 

I swear

Such a gentleman 

All the time

Even during times where you did something to annoy him

God knows he’s used to it

Considering the boys he lives with

Anyway

He would be gentleman x100000 when he realised he had a crush on you

It would hit him in the face out of nowhere

And he would freak out

Internally

And all his gentleman ways would be laced with a coat of awkwardness

Cuz all of a sudden

You make him nervous

He would hand you his jacket when the wind picked up outside

His signature awkward smile covering his face

You know which one I mean

He would call you into the kitchen to taste his cooking

fighting the stubborn blush as you tasted the sauce from the spoon in his hand

A feeling of accomplishment always evident when you express your amazement at the taste

As time went on 

He would grow more confident

Like

Imagine stage Hwa 

That’s where he was headed

Meaning while he still blushed and smiled awkwardly around you

He started flirting more and more

With both words 

And looks

The more confident he grew 

The more disgusted the boys felt

Eventually

They had enough

Cuz yall were just beating around the bush at this point

So Wooyoung and San cornered Hwa one day

Threatening to tell you about his crush if he didn’t do it himself

Hwa thought they were blushing

But when Wooyoung ran into the living room 

Yelling your name

Hwa has never moved faster

Tackling a laughing Wooyoung to the floor

Forcing him to be quiet

But it was too late

you had entered the room to see what Wooyoung wanted

And to say that you were confused about their position on the floor would be an understatement

Hwa scrambled to his feet

Trying to get an intelligent sentence out

San beat him too it though

“Y/N! Seonghwa has something to tell you”

Cue Hwa death stare

He kicked them out of the room before turning to you

Confessing in the most adorable way

Holding your hands and stumbling over his words

You would’ve been insane to reject him

And so

A beautiful relationship was initiated 

You would be included in all activities in which he engaged

Cooking with you was his absolute favourite thing to do 

You would never be allowed to do anything remotely dangerous

He would handle the chopping 

You would handle the mixing of the ingredients

Most of the time though

He’d prefer to do anything himself

While you sat and kept him company

He would love it if you sat at the counter

As long as it was clean

Or if you back hugged him while at the stove

Feeling your warmth through his shirt

He would have you taste everything

Taking the chance to be cheesy whenever he could

Like kissing away specks of food from the corner of your lips

Leaving you a stuttering mess

Speaking of kisses

They would be very natural

Your day would not be complete without them

I said in my “hugs with ateez” post that Hwa is very domestic

Kisses are included under that category

There would be good morning kisses

Goodbye kisses when you left for work

Hello kisses when you saw each other again

And he would always engulf you in his arms during these kisses

swaying back and forth

not wanting to let you go

Then we have the kisses spurred by emotions felt in the moment

His hands would find their places on your cheeks 

These kisses would start off soft

As he pulled you as close as possible

Then they would deepen

His breath would grow heavy

And he would lose himself in your presence

More often than not

Your back would end up against the wall

And a make-out session would ensue

And there you would stay for hours on end

Ok I need to stop if I’m gonna survive this

MOVING ON

Dates!

Hwa would be fine with anything as long as he was with you

And as long as you were comfortable with the activity

He put a lot of attention on what you wanted to do

And if you couldn’t think of something 

He would choose something which he knew you would appreciate

Cuz Hwa is very observant

To both your emotions and your interests

And so dates would always be successful

However

If you could avoid spending dates in the presence of the rest of the boys

He would opt for that

He gets teased enough as it is 

With you, he would rather not have to stand the jabs from Wooyoung and San

So most dates would take place away from the dorm

The only time you spend one at the dorm is when Hongjoong manages to drag the guys somewhere else

Hence giving you some alone time

One thing Hwa would get teased for a lot is the pet names he uses

And the ones you use on him

I have a feeling Hwa would love using classical pet names

Honey

Darling

Love

Princess/Prince

He would have a lot to choose from

Babe and baby would also appear

But only when he wanted something from you

One of those and then a smirk and you knew he had you around his finger

He was wrapped around your as well though

You’d be the kind of couple that would do anything for each other

The boys even downloaded a whip app for sound effect

It’s their favourite thing to tease you with

Hwa would not be shy regarding PDA

At least not around the boys

He’s gonna be teased anyway

Why not give them a reason

So whenever you were around

He’d have you half on his lap

Like you’re sitting beside him with one or both of your legs thrown over his lap

And one of his hands would rest on your thigh

Just above your knee

Face soft as he gazed at you while you conversed

The boys would snicker

But Hwa wouldn’t care

He had you

That’s all he needed to reach true happiness

Even outside he would do his best to ignore people around you

His hand would be in yours

All of his attention on you

Cuz you’re all that matters to him

People around you would honestly consider you two couple goals

Sometimes he’d even place a kiss on your lips

Like if you were standing in line for something

He’d just feel so comfortable around you

That all of his worries would disappear 

And you would be the only thing then and there

Your affections would just come so naturally

That neither he nor you would consider PDA anything out of the ordinary

The nature of your relationship would ensure mutual respect

And so fights would be extremely rare

Not just because the respect would mean you’d talk everything out 

But also because Hwa is incredibly tolerant

Not much would set him off

I can’t even see any disagreement escalating to a real fight

Cuz your communication would be really well developed

I don’t think Hwa would go for anyone whom he couldn’t have good communication with

Now that does not include language barriers

I rather mean he wouldn’t go for someone who’d be unable to calmly discuss with him

Someone who couldn’t see someone else’s side would not be for him

And so

He values respect and communication a lot!

Overall 

A relationship with him would be relationship goals

That’s all I have to say

~

just the thought of writing this has me smiling like a maniac

such a bias

just saying

anyway…

let’s get to it

Byounggon will be the most smiley puppy on the planet while in your presence

his eyes would never leave your form

following you everywhere you went

not wanting to miss a single quirk you may showcase

to say that he was completely infatuated would be an understatement

he would be so obvious about it too

not only because he couldn’t stop admiring you

but more due to the fact that he always managed to be there for you

which the rest of the boys mostly considered hilarious

Byounggon would always make sure you had food first

that you had a blanket in case you were cold

he always turned to you whenever he wanted someone’s opinion

all in all

you were on his mind all the time

so much that he basically forgot to ask you out

which you insisted on teasing him for all the time

along with the boys

no but

he would be so in love with you

that asking you out never crossed his mind

cuz to him

you were already a thing

he had imagined it all

and hence

asking you out was just something that never seemed necessary

until he kissed you

out of nowhere

due to getting caught in the vibe

it felt so natural

until you both pulled away

and he realised that it was your first kiss

and he hadn’t even taken you on a date yet

let’s just say he freaked out

you didn’t mind

considering how both of you acted like a couple

his current state of mind had you laughing out loud

he grabbed you by the hand

pulled you to the hallway

put your jacket on for you

before running out the door

one panicked sentence leaving his lips

“We’re going on a date!”

the boys never let him live it down

and neither did you

dates with him could include anything from movie nights to beach visits

nothing too dramatic though

considering how easily Gon gets injured

he didn’t mind what you did as long as you were there

and provided that he would hug you whenever he wanted

he would be the happiest man on earth

hence

during movie nights he would cling to you like a koala

during beach visits, he would be by your side 100% of the time

I hope you don’t mind constant physical attention

I feel like Gon’s love language is physical touch all the way

he’s more a man of actions rather than words

so cuddles, hugs and kisses are regular in your everyday routine

speaking of kisses

they’re mostly short, light and happy

filled with giggles and hugs

you just make him so incredibly happy

and being around you just has him so energetic

hence deeper kisses are reserved for the early hours of the morning

or the late evenings when all energy has been used up

kissing during these times are either lazy and slow

or deeper than the ocean itself

depends on the mood

either way, they would be ceaseless

you would spend more time during the day in his arms than doing anything else

another thing that depends on Gon’s mood

his repertoire of pet names

his go-to is baby

like gosh

can yall imagine

I should stop imagining that if I want to survive this

when he’s feeling playful, he would opt for just that but with a longer, whinier tone

just to annoy you

when he’s feeling loving and calm

darling

or honey

would be his go-to

but most of the time

baby would be falling from his lips constantly

if he even remembers your name remains a mystery

you would mostly call him darling

or your personal dinosaur

either way

he would always end up blushing

a relationship with Gon would be very light and loving

which is why arguments would be very rare

I don’t think Gon is someone to argue much overall

he’s very reasonable

and understanding

and needs a s/o who shares those qualities

we all know that he can be serious as well

it’s almost a complete 180 from his happy self

however, his softness never wears off

hence any arguments with him are always calm and collected

as long as no one starts yelling

if yelling starts

he will most likely find some sollace in another room until the calmness and settled once again

but due to him being the happy, understanding, reasonable person he is

arguments would be as rare as a blue moon

overall

your relationship will be what most people call goals

there will be happiness

and giggling

and affection

and understanding

and just so much love

and now I’m basically making myself cry

~

Dejun cast one last glance at you before shuffling his books, pencils and papers into his bag as the lecturer dismissed the students for the day. Not that Dejun had paid any attention to the content of the day’s lecture as it was the only class he had with you and not spending it basking in your presence was not an option. He had developed a talent for ignoring the lecturer’s pointy look. As he left the room, he tried pushing the image of you out of his head so he could focus on where he was putting his feet. It didn’t work and he managed to stumble as he glanced over his shoulder to where you were laughing with your friends, captivated by the smile displayed. 

Shaking his head, he reminded himself that he was to meet Kun in the library so they both could help Yukhei pass his economics exam. Why he decidedly chose that as his personal elective was something Dejun had asked himself since he started college. Yukhei was normally more into classes that matched his interests but never had he ever spoken a word regarding economics until he had applied for it. 

With his feet taking him in the direction of the campus library, his questions regarding Yukhei’s sanity soon turned into admiring images of your form, basked in sunlight as your nose was buried in a book. He hoped he wouldn’t run into you at the library, considering it’s one of your favourite places to spend your time, because helping his friend would be a lost cause with you distracting him at every corner. Not only did you occupy his mind every second of the day, but also his notebook in which he spent his time writing song lyrics. During the time it took for him to apply to literary history, meeting you and managing to fall for you every day anew afterwards, his notebook had increasingly turned into a lyric collection about you. He patted his bag, thankful for having somewhere to put it other than in complete visibility. 

The campus library was a building which interior was in Victorian style, with big stairs and an open area in the middle of the whole thing, enabling a view from the first floor all the way up to the seventh. It was bigger vertically rather than horizontally and was, without a doubt, one of the most impressive buildings on campus. Dejun headed for the stairs on the right, glancing over the titles in the bookshelves lining the wall while avoiding the seating areas as to not bump into them. With a polite nod and a smile to the librarian behind the counter, which was located between the two stairs, he ascended to the second floor where he knew Kun and Yukhei would be waiting for him. 

The sight of them had him snickering. In a hushed, library voice, Kun was leaning over the table pointing at a page in a book, his patience wearing thin, while Yukhei sat across from him, a confused expression glued to his face. Kun heaved a sigh as Dejun approached, who was unable to contain his laughter, before he slumped down onto his chair, fatigued by the attempt of pushing economical knowledge into Yukhei’s brain. 

“Hey! Thank goodness you’re here, maybe you can put this into words that Yukhei actually understands.” Yukhei only laughed at the pointed remark while Dejun sat down beside him, bringing the economics textbook towards him. 

Economics was, admittedly, not Dejun’s strongest suit, he was made of more creative components rather than mathematical and logical. Nonetheless, if he could help he would. After a while though, the numbers and strange terms started merging together and soon enough he had to lean back and close his eyes as he felt the days energy drain out of him. He felt Yukhei’s eyes on him throughout the whole ordeal.

“See! Not even Dejun understands this rubbish, how do you expect I should!?” With that, Yukhei closed the book and pushed it down the table. Kun gave him a fiery glare, daring him to continue down his chosen path of communication. 

Their bickering fell on deaf ears as Dejun’s head once again filled with images of you, his concentration ability was severely lacking ever since he entered the literary history lecture for the first time. He was truly looking forward to that class and was determined to pay attention, that is until you entered his field of vision and successfully executed your permanent residence in the middle of his frontal lobe. All the interest he had for literary knowledge was thrown out the window and replaced by imaginings of your life, your current activities and active emotions. It was driving him insane. 

As he felt his heart rate speed up as the images of your stunning features visualised themselves in his brain, he felt inclined to ease the strain on his heart and transfer the affections he had for you to paper. Hence, with the squabbling of his two friends fading further into the background, he opened his bag and reached in for his notebook, wondering whether or not he even had spare pages to write on or if he had filled it to the brim already. 

As he felt around for the familiar spiral binding of his heart’s sanctuary, the panic in his chest increased with every passing second. In a frenzy, he ripped his bag open and shuffled everything around with such vigour he feared something would rip apart, well, except for his state of mind which was already shredded to pieces. Kun and Yukhei flinched away from the table, their discussion long forgotten, as Dejun spilt the contents of his bag onto the table, frantically searching for the distinct yellow colour of his notebook. 

“Ok, uhm, Dejun… What is going on?” Kun reached for his friend’s arm but failed in his pursuit as Dejun lifted his hands and pulled his hair while his breathing became more laboured as the realisation that his notebook wasn’t in the bag hit him straight in the gut.

“It’s not here….” Kun gave him a confused look, silently enquiring for the absent object. As Dejun met his eyes, the reality of the situation kickstarted his functional movement. “It’s not here!” The realisation dawned on his two friends as he started throwing his belongings back into his bag. He barely registered when Kun took the bag from him and Yukhei replaced his hands in shuffling the contents together. 

“Dude, go!” Yukhei gave him an insisting look. “Go check the lecture hall, check everywhere, that is not the way one should reveal their crush on someone.” He pushed him towards the stairs and without another look back Dejun dashed down the staircase.

The lecture hall seemed to contain every other stationery except for his notebook. He checked under the seats, in the trashcan, inside and under the lecturer’s desk, even out the window just in case some disrespectful student had found it funny to see if it managed to stay airborne. 

The panic seemed a permanent state for him at the moment, and it only increased as he ran out of the lecture hall and straight into you. Both your bodies ended up sprawled on the floor, the only difference being you were surrounded by your belongings while he seemed the only resident of his occupied area of the floor. Once Dejun realised the state of your being he scrambled to his feet and offered you his hand, helping you up from the floor, which most likely was dustier than he wanted to admit. Your eyes met for a split second before he leaned down and started gathering your supplies. The fact that you soon joined him in the task caused his heart to pick up its pace once again, a phenomenon which now appeared normal in your presence. 

Dejun found himself blinded by your smile once you stood from the floor and it seemed near impossible to look away from your eyes. As he handed you your pile of books and papers he had collected, his eyes caught onto something similar to the yellow shade of the sun, a shade which he gazes upon every evening before turning out his lights.

All he could do was point and stutter as you accepted your belongings. A small giggle left your lips, Dejun thought his heart might soar away, and you fished his notebook out from between the middle of your possessions and gave it to him. He accepted with trembling hands, hoping against all odds that you hadn’t read anything. 

“You dropped it on your way from the lecture before, I see you with it all the time and thought it might be important.” He tried finding his voice but seemed unable to do so, hence he only stared at you, cautious worry evident in his eyes. “It was open on the floor when I found it and so I hope you didn’t mind that I caught some glimpses of the content.” He lost his breath as he realised what he had written had now been transferred to your consciousness. You smiled as the guilt shone through your exterior and Dejun found himself falling for you even more as he realised your concern for the potential invasion of his privacy. “They’re really good, you know. You have a certain way with words which, in my opinion, you shouldn’t keep locked away in the privacy of your notebook. At the very least, you should show it to the one it’s about. Anyone would be lucky to be on the receiving end of that kind of affection.”

Dejun realised then and there that you had no idea that the lyrics were about you, all of them. It was beyond him, how someone could be so unaware of their own importance, of their own effect on people, of their own beauty. As you gave a small wave and started your journey back to your dorm, he stopped functioning altogether. Without thinking or realising he had moved, he placed his hand on your shoulder, affectively informing you of his need to say something. Yet, when he gazed upon your features, he found himself tongue-tied once again. You giggled at his current state which seemed to pull him out of his trance and, with much difficulty, he managed to find his voice. 

“They’re about you.” You smiled at the shy nature of his being and grabbed his hand, squeezing it as to give him some strength to continue. “All of them, every single one. My concentration level in literary history is non-existent because of your presence. All that is important to me during those hours are to memorise your features so I don’t forget them until I see you next.” He felt some kind of pride as he noticed the blush spreading up your neck and he hoped that maybe, just maybe, you reciprocated these intense emotions which were consuming his everyday life. 

As his words faded out, you brought your hand to his cheek before pressing a small kiss to the one which you weren’t touching. The nerves in Dejun’s body seemed to fry away at the connection between his skin and your lips. A smile of adoration was plastered on your face as you once again grabbed his hand in yours. 

“And here I thought your stares was caused by annoyance at my loud energy, it’s nice to know my feelings are reciprocated rather than rejected.” The sheer happiness which flowed threw Dejun’s body at your words forced him to look down to the floor as the emotions overtook him. 

~

It was a dark, snowy evening and due to being forced into watching a scary movie by the one and only Na Jaemin, the rest of us refused to go to bed once it was finished. The fact that I may have gone deaf due to sitting beside a screaming Chenle the entire time may or may not have something to do with that decision as well on my part. The boy was currently sitting beside me, apologising for the torture of my eardrums all the while trying not to laugh. I think he appreciated having something else to focus on rather than the spooky dark evening we were currently spending. Jaemin just watched the rest of us with a judgmental look, wondering how we could all be so easily scared, even Renjun who’s normally not scared of anything and Donghyuck who was all talk before the movie started. Jeno was just glaring at him, not believing how his best friend could force him to sit through something that frightening. Mark and Jisung had sneaked out of the room halfway through the movie in an attempt to not die of fright. 

“I can’t believe you all are such scaredy cats.” Jeno jumped Jaemin at that comment, trying to give an outlet to his aggressions by tickling the poor boy half to death. 

“Scaredy cats, huh?” Jeno wasn’t letting up and considering his strength, Jaemin was to be stuck there until Jeno let him go. “You be happy it's not you I’m sleeping beside tonight.” When Jeno finally let Jaemin go, the latter one was laughing so hard he didn't manage to get up from the couch for a moment longer. 

As Jeno sat down in his seat, now slightly lighter after the tickle fight, I heard timid footsteps making their way back towards the living room. Soon enough, Mark and Jisung appeared around the corner, suspiciously eyeing the television as if it would start a new horror movie all on its own. 

“Okay, we need to do something else before going to bed, I need a distraction,” Mark said before flopping down in the armchair. Sounds of agreement echoed around the room as we all gathered in a slightly more coherent circle around the living room table. As Donghyuck suggested you all play truth or dare to loosen your nerves, I instantly wanted to flee for my life. Not that I had anything against the game per se but once you add the dreamies, it’s not a game one would want to take part in if they wanted to leave with their pride intact.

Before I even had a moment to suggest something different, the boys had already started. 

“Nana, truth or dare.” I knew from the look in Donghyuck’s eyes that all he wanted was some revenge. No doubt Jaemin knew too, but being the stubborn person that he is, especially if Donghyuck was involved, he met the challenge head-on.

“Dare.” He was daring Donghyuck to give him his worst. If I didn’t know any better, I would suspect a war to break out. Donghyuck only smiled at him and glanced towards the front door.

“I dare you to go outside and shove as much snow as you can into your shirt.” Nana closed his eyes at the dare and took some deep breaths before opening them to reveal the deadliest glare he could muster. Considering it’s Nana, it wasn’t that frightening and Donghyuck only laughed at gestured towards the door. As Jaemin stood he muttered promises of revenge under his breath before exiting the house. That’s when I knew this was going to be a long night.

Not too long after, screeches were heard from outside and Jaemin was back inside the house within seconds, desperately holding his shirt from his front as he hurried into his room to fetch a towel and dry clothes. As Donghyuck laughed I gave him a look.

“That was mean,” I said.

“No, what was mean was him forcing us to sit through the horrifying sequence that was that movie.” I couldn’t disagree with that much truth and let him be, hoping he was satisfied enough to leave poor Jaemin alone. 

As we awaited his return, I leaned back against the couch where I was sat at the floor and, letting my hands fall to the floor where they were met with the warmth of someone else’s. I glanced sideways, only to realise Chenle was already looking at me. With a small smile, I went to remove my fingers from his before he grabbed ahold of them and started playing around with them. I raised an eyebrow and he only giggled, far too amused at the size difference of our hands than to react to my expression. How someone could be so easily entertained is beyond me. 

The game continued around us as the warmth of Chenle’s skin seeped into mine. Before I knew it, he had clasped his hand in mine and I was left wondering how that had come to be and why it felt like they belonged in that embrace. I glanced up at Chenle’s face while his thumb rubbed over the back of my hand and without realising it, my eyes halted at his lips. Had they always seemed so kissable?

A giggle pulled me out of my trance and Chenle’s playful gaze met mine. I didn’t even want to know when he had caught me staring or for how long it had amused him so in an attempt to salvage the remaining dignity I had, I switched my focus to the game and left his hand empty. 

Jisung had just been forced to reveal that he had used Renjun’s toothbrush by mistake and failed to mention it afterwards which resulted in Renjun jumping from his seat in the armchair and dashing towards the bathroom. He exited holding the toothbrush by the tip and at an arm’s length, as if being anywhere near it might get him sick. After having disposed of it in the trashcan he took his place again and vowed to never keep his toothbrush among the rest ever again. He then turned to Chenle, making him the next target of the game. Chenle being Chenle, who always went all in regardless of the activity, chose dare, 

“I dare you to stop overthink everything and just do it.” I was a big question mark at that point but Chenle seemed to understand what Renjun was insinuating judging by the glare the latter was currently receiving. After what seemed like hours of intense staring, Chenle finally yielded. 

“Fine,” he said before turning to me, determination evident in his expression. “Y/N, truth or dare?”

“What? But you haven’t finished yours.” He only smiled slightly.

“Truth or dare?” His voice was softer now and the difference in appearance had me slightly on edge, I didn’t know what to expect of this kind of Chenle.

“Truth...” I said, trying to figure out what was happening.

Another smile crossed his features. 

“Do you want to kiss me?” 

I thought my eyes would pop out of their sockets. 

“What!? Uhm….. DARE!” A snicker echoed through our friend group.

Chenle leaned in closer to me and I couldn’t breathe, my heart was beating too hard in my throat.

“I dare you to kiss me,” he murmured and I had to strain to hear him. By now, I was sure my face was several shades redder than normal but I couldn’t look away. The butterflies in my stomach reached an all-time high, dragging my nerves along in their relentless dance, leaving me slightly panicked at the situation. 

“I-I…” How to speak? “Never have I ever-”

“THAT’S NOT THE GAME!” I jumped out of my skin at the outburst from the remaining boys and by now, Nana had enough. He stood up, ushering the five nosey boys out of the room, giving Chenle a knowing look and a thumbs up, before closing the door and leaving us alone. 

“Sorry,” Chenle said with a sheepish smile. “I thought it would be cute.”

“Me kissing you or asking like that?” 

“Asking like that, you know I like making a scene.” 

“Oh honey, I know.” I grabbed his hand again, this time forcing him to turn to me. His cheeks turned rosy and he spluttered, slightly startled at my actions.

“What are you doing?” Had I not been so close I would never have heard what he asked.

“This was what you wanted, right?” He only nodded, his body frozen and obviously not ready for the affection he demanded. I grabbed his other hand as my heart threatened to jump out of my rib cage. My confidence failed me. “Ok, you’ll have to do it.” He giggled slightly before releasing my hands and cradling my face, bringing his lips closer to mine. 

He tasted of chocolate, from the chocolate milk he had been drinking all night, and it caused me to smile against his lips. As his lips formed a smile of his own, his hands travelled to my waist and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss as the pressure increased. I grabbed ahold of his shirt to keep from losing my balance, effectively erasing any remaining air between us.

~

I was beyond excited as I entered the movie theatre, my two best friends at my heels, snickering at the big smile adorning my face. Looking back at them, I couldn’t help noticing the uncomfortable expressions at their faces, how they wanted to be anywhere but there. With a laugh, I squeezed between them and hooked arms, giving them each an over the top happy smile and they groaned, slightly hating me for what I was putting them through. 

“Oh, come on guys! It’s not that bad!” Ryujin grumbled on my right.

“Next time I¨m choosing move I’m going to choose the most boring documentary they have on. just to get some kind of revenge.”

“And I will gladly sleep through it.” She couldn’t help but laugh at my overly giddy attitude and decided that the revenge would be served cold. 

On my left, Chaeryeong wasn’t as easily cheered up. With a pout, she let me hang on to her arm as she looked straight ahead, dreading what was soon going to be displayed before her eyes. I bumped her slightly but only received a small glare, causing me to hold back my smile in a desperate attempt. Instead, I opted to throw a small comment her way. 

“Maybe, I¨ll have you onboard for horror movies after this one, you might even like it!” She snorted, looking me in the eyes, no glint of laughter anywhere to be seen. 

“I seriously doubt it.” Then she turned to Ryujin. “Please do pick a boring documentary next time, I’d rather nap than scream my head off.” I laughed out loud and tightened my hold on them, approaching one of the staff at unbelievable speed. 

“Hi! I’d like three tickets to It: Chapter Two, three small popcorns and three medium sodas, please.” 

The girls reluctantly accepted their snacks and tickets before we started making our way towards the stairs. We passed a group of boys on our way there where one was particularly loud, exclaiming how he wouldn’t scream once during the movie. During his rant I caught the eye of a blonde, freckly boy beside him whom just smiled at me and shook his head, expressing how unbelievable he found that statement to be. I laughed a little before climbing the stairs, entering the right viewing room and finally, locating our seats in the middle. I chattered away as the other two were way too nervous to contribute to any type of conversation and since I felt bad for them, I promised that we could watch something else at my place afterwards. 

While in the middle of my talking, the seats beside me filled up and I found it interesting to learn that the loud boy from before had taken the spot right next to me. I snickered at the possibility of him jumping from his seat in the middle of the movie, or perhaps hide behind one of his friends, which I’ve seen multiple people do during horror movie nights. I knew, however, that no one would be able to beat Ryujin once she was scared enough and I was slightly relieved when she had taken the place on Chaeryeong’s other side. 

Before I knew it, the freckly boy from before was leaning over the boy beside me, introducing himself. 

“Hi! I’m Felix! I just want to apologize in advance for Jisung here as he will most likely cause some hearing loss for both me and you considering the close proximity, I hope you brought earplugs.” I laughed slightly as Jisung gaped at his friend before playfully punching his shoulder. 

“Good to know! I’m Y/N and I think I’m used to screaming considering I force these two to watch these movies with me pretty regularly” He only had the time to laugh at my statement before the room dimmed and the commercials started. 

“Just so you know,” I jumped slightly as Jisung leaned in and whispered. “I don’t scare that easily.” I giggled at his attempt to restore some pride. 

“For some reason, I believe Felix more than you.” He snickered slightly but left it at that and after what felt like an hour of commercials, the movie finally started. 

I was right to believe Felix. 

I laughed more than I screamed throughout the entire movie, Jisung was just so incredibly hilarious as he reacted more than I’d ever thought possible. There was popcorn over the entire floor as every time he jumped, which wasn’t even every time there was a jumpscare, the bowl of popcorn flew with him, causing the majority of the snacks to end up on the floor. Eventually, he just gave it to Felix, giving up on actually trying to eat it. 

As we approached the climax of the movie and hence, most probably the scariest part, I felt something claps my hand and, upon looking down at it, noticed that Jisung, in the middle of his fright, had grabbed my hand subconsciously. A small smile made it’s way to my lips and I let him hold it, If if figured anything, it was that he most likely needed it. What I hadn’t expected was for his grip to become even tighter as he, once again, jumped at the scare displayed on the big screen. The pain was small and fast, resulting in me just laughing at his actions. 

As the movie ended, Jisung looked down at our hands as if he just noticed he had one. Then his gaze travelled to my face, which was adorned with a small smirk and a raised eyebrow. I think he jumped nearly as high as during the jumpscares as he snatched his hand from mine and held it to his chest, a redness now covering his face. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even notice I did it!” He started spluttering out apology after apology and eventually, Felix had to bump him to get him to stop talking. 

“It’s fine,” I said, smiling as I started gathering my stuff. “It was cute.” That caused his cheeks to go even redder. “But if you really wanna make it up to me…” I hastily scribbled my number on my empty soda cup. “... you could throw this away for me.” I handed it to him and left, catching the small smile making its way to his face before I left the room. 

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Title: Loving you is a losing game

Romance is complicated enough, throw in some sorcery and stubborn personalities and it's near impossible

Pairing: Dongyeol x reader

Genre: Angst

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Title: Avoiding destiny

Why try and improve something which was already perfect?

Pairing: Hwanhee x reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

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Title: A mirror's deceit

One's confidence hits rock bottom when being left behind

Pairing: Kunhang x reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

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Title: The real winner

Sparring with your crush can go one of two possible ways

Pairing: Jeno x reader

Genre: Fluff

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Title: Cotton candy

A day at the amusement park with Dream may just end better than you ever thought

Pairing: Jaemin x reader

Genre: Fluff

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Title: That special love

Having a boyfriend spend the day with you, even though he's busy, due to something which occurs every month is more than you could ever had hoped for

Pairing: Dongyoung x reader

Genre: Fluff

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Title: Fighting it pt 2

The hatred must originate from somewhere, right?

Pairing: Dongyoung x reader

Genre: Angst

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Title: TBA

Arranged marriage between two mafia families

Pairing: Ravn x reader

Genre: Angsty fluff

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Title: TBA

Great timing for a very rushed confession.

Pairing: Byounggon x reader

Genre: Angst (mayybeeeee fluff ending)

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Title: Not the love story they expected

An arranged marriage, but who’s?

Pairing: Minkyun x reader

Genre: Fluff, arranged marriage AU?

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Title: Not what he planned

Is it really that surprising when your best friend recognises you, even in a super hero suit?

Pairing: Sunwoo x reader

Genre: Funny fluff

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Title: The glue that holds them together

I would be annoyed as well, if my friends decided to handcuff me to my mortal enemy

Pairing: Donghyuck x reader

Genre: Funny fluff

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Multichapter fics

Title: I like me better

Pairing: Yoonoh x reader

Genre: Fluff, University AU

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Series

University AU

NCT 00-line

Amusement park AU

NCT random members

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Other

Dating Ten would include…

Dating Yongseung would include…

Dating Dongheon would include…

Golden Child reaction: Crush being a professional dancer

EXO reaction: You being 5ft tall

GOT7 reaction: You being 5ft tall

ONF reaction: A free day with you

Dating Gunhak would include...

Dating Jaeyoung would include...

TXT reaction: Clingy S/O

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Prompt game

Taeyong

Our Taeyongie would be incredibly flustered as he took in your new look. He had been planning on confessing to you today, having rehearsed what to say hours before approaching you in the corridor of the university. However, as he noticed the shade of your lips his state faltered and he turned into a spluttering mess, not even able to get a greeting to fall from his lips. You giggled at the fall of his exterior, showcasing a row of teeth contrasting to the redness of your lips, causing Taeyong’s heart to skip a beat at the sight. You asked what the matter was, knowing fully well what was affecting the poor boy so much. He stuttered a bit, managing to get a compliment out there, mentioning how the lipstick suited your skin tone. Then he cracked a genuine smile, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach, butterflies you’d felt many times before and always due to the presence of the boy in front of you. You didn’t know your newly acquired lipstick would have such an effect on the boy, you had only bought because you liked the way you looked in red shades, but you didn’t mind the fact that it was flustering the handsome boy you’ve had a crush on for so long. You grabbed his hand in yours, causing him to look up into your face, before leaning up and kissing him lightly on the cheek. A strong blush suddenly covered his face, mostly since you called him adorable as your lips left his cheek and that a mark was left behind as you strolled down the corridor to your next class. 

Yuta

If you thought Yuta was flirty and affectionate before then get ready to be blown away. The boy would not let you go once he got his arms around you. You know how he’s with Sicheng and Mark? Yeah, that’ll be him with you only 100 times worse. Your red lipstick unlocked something deep inside him so when you entered the dorm he was all over you before you even got your shoes off. He told the members not to disturb you as he dragged you to his room where he proceeded to raise you to the heavens with compliments and gushing and kisses and cuddling and every other affectionate gesture he could think off. To him, you looked like royalty, all of a sudden your cute face had been morphed into something more fierce and he could not handle it. At all. And so, he let his emotions take over and soon he was hovering over you on the bed, pressing kisses everywhere he could reach. Your lips, face, neck, everywhere. Once all energy had left him and he was cuddled into your side, holding on to you tight, your neck and face were covered in red marks after your lipstick had smeared on to his lips in the midst of kissing. He giggled into your neck as he mentioned how you should wear that lipstick more often and that he couldn’t believe that out of all people you could be with, you chose him. 

Kun

You saw Kun waving at you as soon as you entered the café. As you approached his sitting figure, you caught the small “wow” that fell from his lips. He stood up to engulf you in a hug, a big smile portrayed on his beautiful face, As you pulled away from each other his eyes landed on your lips and stayed there until you had to wave your hand in front of his face to pull him out of the daze. He met your eyes again, this time with an embarrassed smile on his lips, before he started pouring praises over you as he pulled your chair out for you to sit. He went on about how he adored that you had the confidence it took to wear such a bold lipstick as most people wouldn’t be able to pull it off. Then he caught himself and started panicking, explaining that you definitely pulled it off and that he didn’t mean otherwise. Laughing at the poor boy’s flustered state, you put your hands on his across the table, assuring him that you didn’t think he meant anything rude. Then, with a slight pull on his hand, you leaned in across the table, causing him to mirror your actions, Then you caught his lips with yours in a searing kiss which left him sitting opposite of you with a dorky smile and red cheeks. As he regained his composure little by little, he rose from his seat, cradled your face and leaned down to press his own kiss to your red lips. Smirking slightly as you now were the one feeling the heat spreading across your skin. 

Dongyoung

You knew by the look in Dongyoung’s eyes that he had not expected the applied lipstick when you showed up at his door for a reading date. Even though he forced himself to smile at you and appear as if nothing was different other than complimenting you on the new shade of red covering your lips. Then he leaned in to give you a loving kiss before he led you into the apartment. He had already started reading before you got there and as he settled into the corner of the couch, he pulled you down beside him, your back against his chest with your book in your lap. You squeezed his hands before grabbing your own book from your bag and started the reading session. You felt Dongyoung’s eyes on you more than you actually read your book, when you had been forced to read the same sentence six times you gave up and closed the book before turning in Dongyoung’s arms to face him. You enquired for what was so interesting about you that it made him lose focus which basically never happened, He stuttered out some lame explanations before muttering a “screw it”. Then he had his hand behind your head and your lips on his own. He was kissing you like his life depended on it and wouldn’t pull away until you were both desperate for air. He pulled away, gasping breaths falling from his lips as he continued to stare at your mouth. When your tongue darted out to prevent the inevitable drying of your lips he groaned and reunited them with his in yet another desperate kiss. 

Ten

He let out a whistle as he saw you walking towards him at the theme park, big smile splayed on his lips as you approached him. He engulfed you a hug before lifting you and spinning you around. As he put you down he said, loud and clear for everyone to hear, that his significant other was the only one who could ever look this good in red lipstick. Then he pulled you in for a quick and mindblowing kiss before deciding to ride some roller coasters. As you stood in line, you couldn’t help but notice how all Ten’s answers were hums and nods and not actual words formed into sentences. A small sigh left your lips as you smiled, finding his lack of attention quite adorable as his eyes never left your lips. You giggled, reaching up to his face to press your lips against his, startling him slightly as he had been too immersed in the way they looked. With his hands on your hips, he would keep you in place, even as the line started moving he stepped to the side so that he could keep kissing you as much as he wanted to. His arms would then wrap completely around your waist as he leaned his forehead against yours, eyes straining to stay gazing into yours. Before he knew it, they had strayed down to your lips again and he would groan, complaining that you had too much of an effect on him before pulling you into yet another kiss and pushing you up against the wall behind you. 

Yoonoh

Yoonoh would know, he would just know when you did stuff like this to get a reaction out of him. Which is why when you arrived at the dorms with your red lipstick applied, he would instantly turn the tables. He would walk up to you, a smirk on his face, and pull you against him, smiling all the while a surprised blush coated your cheeks. You had come here intending to finally make your boyfriend flustered but he had once again managed to turn the tides against you. Yoonoh mumbled a small compliment before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, refusing to give any more until you emitted a small whine at his teasing, at which he chuckled and pressed his lips firmly to yours, causing your hands to grip his arms for support as your knees started feeling weaker. He hummed at your lips in that low voice of his as he felt your fingers on his skin and with a small smile he deepened the kiss, enjoying the effect he had on you even when you made plans to have the opposite happen. Once you pulled away it took you a moment to open your eyes. Once you did you were faced with Yoonoh’s small smirk taunting you to which he earned a small slap on his arm and a quiet “I hate you” from your lips which was accompanied by a smile. Another chuckle left his lips as he assured you that you loved him too much for that before letting his lips meet yours again. 

Sicheng

Sicheng was normally pretty quiet, often showing his affections through actions and gifts. This, however, was quiet even for him. You had been sitting across from each other at the café for 20 minutes now and all you had gotten out of him was a greeting and some hums whenever you required to know if he was listening to you. You were used to being the one talking in the relationship, but this amount of it was just out of the ordinary. It didn’t go unnoticed by you that Sicheng’s eyes had been glued to your lips for the majority of the time you’d been in each other’s company and you also knew why. The red lipstick you had purchased the day before was of such a shade that you couldn’t help yourself and really just wanted to use it as fast as possible. You should’ve known that the change would’ve left Sicheng shyer than usual and scolded yourself slightly for not thinking of warning him so he could have avoided the mental heart attack he was experiencing. A small smile made its way to your lips as Sicheng wet his own with his tongue. It wasn’t difficult to figure out what was on his mind and if you knew something about your boyfriend, it was that he would never make a move while in this state. Hence, you took it upon yourself to put him out of his misery and the widening of his eyes and gasp of his breath had your heart doing flips as you pressed your lips against his. 

Jungwoo

I do not know what happened to Jungwoo but if you compare him to how he was when he first joined the group, he has evolved into a very loud, energetic person whom I think would hype anyone up as much as he could every day. This is exactly what would happen if he saw you in red lipstick. He would be loud, acting as if you were giving him a heart attack, as if you were too beautiful for his poor eyes, as if the thought of you was all he needed to reach immortality. He would treat you like the angel of the earth and all because you were wearing a lipstick shade which you normally didn’t use. It made you laugh, to say the least, and had you feeling like you could conquer the world with Jungwoo at your side. He would get close to your lips, never letting his eyes leave them before he quickly surprised you with a fast kiss. As he pulled back he giggled that his lips were matching yours now, even though the redness on his lips were a lot more faded than the one on yours. He then turned to you with a mischievous smile on his face. Presenting you his cheek, he asked you to press your lips against it and give him, what he considered, the most beautiful mark in the world. You giggled at his hyper self before pressing your lips to his cheek in a carefully thought out kiss, then you grabbed his chin, moved his face to yours and caught his lips with your own. 

Yukhei

The dorm was filled with the members of Wayv when you arrived and as Yukhei opened the door to let you in, his eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline as processed the shade of your lips. A loud “omg” left his lips and he pulled you into the dorm. His outburst attracted the attention of the rest of the boys and soon they all filled the hallways, curious as to what the commotion was about. With a big smile, Yukhei turned you towards them and proceeded to brag about your looks to anyone who had the patience to actually stay and listen, those people being Kun and Dejun. The attention eventually became too much for you and you turned around to hide your face in Yukhei’s chest. He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, urging you not to be shy and accept the love he’s giving you. He would definitely be the loudest of all the 23 members and he would not be embarrassed about it. He would pour compliments over you until your face matched the shade of your lips and you almost regretted applying the lipstick when the rest were there to hear Yukhei’s outbursts of love. Things you were expecting as Yukhei was known to be the hype man of NCT and was not shy to let the entire world know he loved you. As you had enough of the overwhelming attention, you pulled Yukhei to his room, in which you let him drown you in compliments and kisses. 

Mark

Mark would be the complete opposite of Yukhei. As soon as he noticed the red tint of your lips his cheeks would flame up in a similar shade. You smiled at his stutters and giggles and engulfed him in a hug to stop the flow of random words pouring from his mouth. An awkward laugh emitted from him as he wrapped his arms around you, trying to process the fact that you met him with such a bold shade of lipstick and expected him not to crumble in front of you. As you pulled away you asked if he liked your lipstick to which he sputtered out awkward compliments about how the red made them resemble roses on bright summer’s day. You laughed at his obvious attempts at sounding romantic and leaned up to press a small kiss to his lips, telling him you loved him as you withdrew. He smiled at you before slowly leaning in again and in a quiet mumble, asked you to kiss him again. You obliged and cradled his face in your hands before you pulled his lips to meet yours, letting the fireworks explode in the pit of your belly. His arms found their way to your waist and he pulled you flush against you, finding his confidence as his lips moved against yours. As you pulled away once again, you laughed at the state of his lips which were not just swollen but also had your lipstick smeared across them. He gave you a quizzical look before rubbing his thumb across his lower lip and noticing the red stain it left behind. A shy laugh escaped his lips as he leaned his head down to your shoulder, letting the flustering state which your lipstick had caused him to envelop him as you lead him towards the couch where you both laid down to cuddle. 

Dejun

Dejun would be at a loss for words, not knowing how in the world to compliment the colour of your lips without sounding creepy. You had met up with him for a walk along the river and he had not expected you to approach him sporting your newest lipstick. He would be all smiles and shy eye contact when you greeted him and he quietly inquired about the new shade of your lips. You went straight into a rant about how you had noticed the colour while shopping with a friend and just had to buy it considering how much your heart yearned for it. The more you talked about it, the more it started seeming like a normal feature to Dejun and soon he had left the initial shock behind him to spend the afternoon with his beautiful partner who didn’t need makeup to take his breath away but liked using it every once in a while anyway. His hand found yours and he caught himself pressing multiple kisses to your knuckles, something he did when he was invested in whatever you were saying. As you quieted,  he looked up to meet his eyes and he didn’t have the time to process the mischievous glint in your eye before you attacked his face with kisses. All of a sudden, your once calm walk was now filled with screaming laughter and lipstick-stained cheeks. As he finally got you off him, he shot you a playful glare once he realised that his entire face had been used as a canvas. You had one second to run before he chased you all around the area, laughter ringing all around you. 

Kunhang

We all know Kunhang is one of the weirder members. That feature would instantly show itself when he noticed the extra colour of your lips. He turned to mush right in front of you and you couldn’t help but giggle at the way he fell to his knees, begging you to spare him from the lethal beauty you possessed. Once finished being extra, he stood up, a big smile on his face as he cradled yours and ran his thumb across your bottom lip. He didn’t care about the stains left behind but rather couldn’t take his eyes or thumb away from your lips. Mumbles about how pretty you were and how it wasn’t fair to him since he could barely control himself. It wasn’t long before he replaced his thumb with his lips and kissed you as if his life depended on it. Attacking your lips with tongue and teeth and you were surprised at the sudden desperation his actions were painted by. You felt your back hit the wall and suddenly there was no more space between you and all you could feel was Kunhang’s love and affection for you, no matter how aggressively these were conveyed. As he pulled back, his eyes once again found your lips and he did a 180. Smiling happily at you, he asked if he could try it, to see whether or not he would be able to stun you as much as you stunned him. You were left laughing the entire evening as it turned into more of a makeover date than a dinner date which you had planned. 

Renjun

Renjun loved it. He loved everything about it. The confidence it gave you, how it accentuated the shape of your lips, how you were more careful when eating to not ruin it and having to reapply. According to him, you rocked it and he would encourage you to wear it all the time had it not been that he was hesitant to kiss you while you wore it since he knew it would get smudged. You were waiting for him to do more than just stare and compliment you but after a couple of hours, you knew Renjun was too logical to actually kiss you without you asking while you were wearing the lipstick. With a defeated sigh, you approached him and put your hands on either side of his face. He looked at you, shock evident in his eyes at the forwardness of your actions. You gazed deeply into his eyes and asked when he was planning on kissing you. He choked on his saliva and wondered if that was really what you wanted since you would have to reapply your lipstick. You nodded and explained that it was for that reason that you had applied it in the first place. A small laugh fell from his lips at that statement and he pulled you in, saying that you didn’t have to put makeup on your face for him to kiss you, before doing exactly what you required. His lips were soft but the kiss didn’t last very long before he pulled away, giggling. He found it funny that the more he kissed your lips the redder his became. You slapped his arm at his dorkiness before pulling him in once again.

Jeno

He acknowledged the new colour of your lips with a small compliment before starting a regular conversation with you about your life and his and what you had been up to since the last time he had the privilege of being in your company. You felt slightly disappointed at the lack of engagement in your newly acquired lipstick but shrugged it off and fell into rhythm with his socializing. You had hoped for something more of a reaction from his side but you figured a change in colour of lips wasn’t the way to go. After a while though, you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes kept straying away from your eyes, landing on your lips before he shook his head slightly and found your eyes again. You found this development to be quite amusing and even more so when you noticed how he drifted closer to you for every passing minute. Once he was centimetres away from your face you asked if he was okay to which he responded with a raspy no. It was like a battle going on inside his mind before he decided that he should be able to kiss his partner whenever he wanted as long as they were okay with it and so, he drifted closer to your lips until they were barely brushing against each other. When you didn’t make a move to pull away he closed the gap and took your breath away with the intensity of the kiss, just like you had stolen his when you showed up sporting sensational, red lipstick. 

Donghyuck

Your red lips would result in more kisses than ever from Hyuck. He just couldn’t help himself. Your greeting kiss almost turned into a make-out session in the hallway had not Mark stopped you and blamed you both for soiling the innocence of his eyes. Hyuck rolled his eyes at him before taking you to his room where he spent the remainder of the hour praising your lips for everything there was to them. Colour, shape, plumpness, you name it, he mentioned it. He just couldn’t stop talking about them. Once you had enough of the rambling you decided to shut him up with a kiss which he gladly accepted. Wrapping his arms around you in an instant, he left no room between your bodies, massaging your lips with his as if his life depended on it. This was not the usual playful kisses Donghyuck normally dished out. No, these were so much more and reserved only for you. He put all his love and affection into the kisses he gave you, leaving you weak at the knees. Dorky Donghyuck was gone and replaced by the most serious, passionate man you’ve ever met. And all that passion was poured into your body and before you knew it, only you and Donghyuck existed. No one else mattered except the both of you and the love you had for each other. You could’ve smacked Renjun up the head when he had the stomach to bang on the door and make sure you remembered you weren’t alone in the dorm. You sighed as the spell was broken, but Donghyuck only smiled and pulled you to his bed to cuddle. 

Jaemin

Nana would treat you like royalty from the moment he noticed the new colour of your lips. You had met up for a date at the movies, both very excited for the new Marvel movie which was playing. You had applied the lipstick just because you simply liked the shade of it but you had not expected Nana to marvel (no pun intended) at it so much that no attention would be given to the movie on the big screen. A big smile would cover his face in no time and before you knew it he would be having his face in his hands as he pulled and squeezed at your cheeks to see your mouth take on different shapes. Compliments and a whole lot of babying would spill from his lips as he admired your lips and how the new shade complimented your skin. Small kisses would be added to the ordeal and he was soon peppering your whole face in them, not being able to handle the way the lipstick altered the complete vibe of your face. When you finally got him to stop attacking you by giving him a proper smooch on the lips you dragged him towards the popcorn and snacks before he could get lost in his giddy feelings again. Once in your seats, Nana couldn’t help but press kisses everywhere he could reach which was mostly your hand and your cheek. At times even your lips as he pulled your head to the side and kissed you as long as you would allow. Which was longer than you had planned cuz who wouldn’t get lost in kisses from our wonderful Nana? As the movie finished neither of you had any way of relating what had happened and once at your place, the evening was spent making out on the couch, having Nana glued to your lips for hours on end. 

Yangyang

Today was the day you realised Yangyang’s favourite word was “wow” because that’s basically the only word that’s been leaving his mouth since you arrived at the dorms which were empty for the moment being. He complimented you a lot on the new lipstick, finding the bold move extremely cool and loved how you seemed more confident when wearing it. You had been talking for a while now, interrupted by laughter and play fights, which he won most of the time but only because he never admitted it when you did. You were just catching your breath after having laughed at a story Yangyang had told you and while you were still grinning Yangyang’s words faded away as his eyes found your lips, a location he’d been trying to avoid so he wouldn’t stare. You noticed him gulping as he couldn’t look away and you just had to kiss him. With your lips on his, your heart felt like it was jumping out of your chest. You ended up laying on the sofa with Yangyang hovering over you, attacking your lips like they were nutrition to a starving man. Smudging your lipstick in the process but the only thing you could focus on was the love flooding out of Yangyang’s every pore. And that’s where you stayed, enjoying the feeling of your boyfriend’s lips on your own. That is until Kun came home and freaked out when he found out that you weren’t just holding hands when you hung out like he thought you did. 

Shotaro

Studying with Shotaro has been a tradition you’ve kept since you met him one year ago. You were now seated in the library, studying for the upcoming exam together but you quickly noticed that your friend’s attention was elsewhere. What confused you was that it seemed to be on your lips. Had he been giving you that kind of attention before and had you been too oblivious to realise it or was this something new which neither of you knew how to control? You cleared your throat, pulling Shotaro out of his daze. He apologized with a cute smile before returning his concentration to the books. As you approached a chapter of the book which you knew was a bit complicated you asked whether or not Shotaro would like to go through it together, thus assuring that both of you absorbed the knowledge. He gave you a nod, careful not to look too long at your face before you dove into the content of the chapter. As you spoke, Shotaro’s attention found its way back to your lips and he became mesmerised by their movement as you kept talking. Before he knew it, he had leaned in and pressed a small, tentative kiss to your lips, interrupting you in the process. You froze, shocked at the turn of events as Shotaro’s cheeks heated up. He stuttered slightly, trying to figure out what to say before settling on the truth. He apologized for his rash action and confessed that he has liked you for a while. You answered him with another kiss. 

Sungchan

He tried, he really did but he couldn’t help the adoration he felt at seeing you with your lips in such focus. You were hanging out with NCT U backstage before they were supposed to go on stage and they were currently getting their hair and makeup done. Sungchan saw you in the mirror talking to Kunhang and couldn’t help the smile sneaking onto his face. The makeup artist had to tell him multiple times to relax his face so she could apply the makeup correctly but that was easier said than done. That’s just the effect you had on him and you didn’t even seem to know it. You had been dating for three months now and still, you didn’t seem to understand the extent to which his feelings for you went. Once the makeup artist was finished and let him leave the chair, he walked straight up to you, knowing Kunhang would leave once he saw him coming to give you some privacy. You admired his styled self and he couldn’t stop smiling, both at the way you looked and the way you acted. You were basically his soulmate, he just knew it and before he could help himself he was peppering kisses all over your face. Giggled spilt from your mouth as his lips travelled from your forehead to your cheeks, your nose and chin and finally to your lips, where they stayed until Taeyong saw the both of you and started scolding you like the leader he is, saying that kind of affection could wait until you were along. Sungchan just kept on smiling and opted to hug you instead until it was time to work, feeling his heart soar at the thought of the love you had for each other. Then he sneaked a quick kiss to your lips when Taeyong wasn’t watching. 

Chenle

To say that you almost became deaf was an understatement as Chenle emitted one of his signature dolphin screams upon seeing you enter the dorm with your red lips on full display. He basically ran up to you, gushing over how amazing you looked and not letting you think otherwise even for a second. Makes such a big deal out of it that you find yourself blushing at all the attention he’s giving you. As he pours compliments all over you, kisses were given in between them, leaving you to wonder when he found the time to breathe. He pulled you towards the couch where he finally quieted down but the energy and smiles never faded, leaving you overwhelmed by love even when his lips weren’t placed on your own. A request fell from his lips, wanting you to leave kiss marks all over his cheek so he never had to wash away your love and could always keep it with him. You rolled your eyes slightly at his antics but fulfilled his request by pressing your lips to his cheek over and over until he looked as pretty as a field filled with poppies. He instantly fished out his phone, looking at himself in the camera and exclaiming about just how much he loved it. Then he started snapping selfies, wanting to eternalize the moment your love was displayed as a masterpiece on his face. You weren’t surprised when he sent it to the dreamies with the intention of rubbing your love in their faces. Before you could scold him for being so rude, he tackled you with hugs and kisses and you knew you couldn’t stay annoyed at him even for a second, not even when the annoyance was all an act. 

Jisung