Neocrias

You didn't pay too much attention, though, already used to Vernon's antics after an year dating. You knew he actually liked the idea, and when you turned around to go on and about with your day, it's like you could sense the smirk in his face — the one he reserved only for you whenever he'd manage to piss you off a little. Just like that, he could sense the small eye-roll you'd give him, and that's basically how you two worked.

So Vernon threw his little tantrum, asking "do we really have to go?" as you would put on your dress, delighted with the way you'd give smart and sharp remarks as answers. When you passed a movie theatre on the way to the club, he'd go "we can still change our mind and watch that new movie I've been talking to you about", enchanted by your silent glare of reproval. God, he loved your smartass.

But Vernon wasn't mad to be going to the club in the slightest. You both knew that. EDM was one of his favorite genres and listening to it the way it's supposed to be listened — blasting through the speakers in the dark while being slightly stoned — was the best way to do it. Although he wasn't the most avid club goer, Vernon appreciated the different turn in his routine, especially knowing he'd get you by his side.

And that is why it was so strange for him when he started staring intently at your hips. He was there for the music, he really was. He could swear he was. He would smoke a joint, or maybe drink something — whatever was more acessible — and then vibe to his favorite tunes for a while, maybe even glued up to your backside, with his hands on you like God intended, that was his plan the whole time. Chill night at the club with my girl. Cool. But no, he wasn't really aware of the song that was playing. He had to shake his head a few times and blink to remember what DJ was that...Jesus, he recognized it, but...Blank.

Your hips. Underneath his hands. That was all that came to mind.

He wasn't really sure if it was the ecstasy's fault (because yes, that ended up being the most affordable option) or some type of mating season consequence (does that even exist? for male humans? he scanned his brain a little trough the NatGeo encyclopedies he used to browse into for fun facts; he even remembered a thing or two about male deers, but humans? Maybe not); he didn't know if it was part of the whole "having a girlfriend" ordeal (although he had had some in the past and none would affect his normal activities like this) or if it was just all because of the stupidly tight and cute dress you were wearing, but something was definitely wrong.

Vernon wasn't the type to think about sex all the time. He wasn't the type to dodge it, either. He liked sex. He was cool about it. Sometimes he'd want it more, other times not much. But he considered himself very healthy on the subject. He wasn't an animal (even though deers kept coming to his mind. Damned ecstasy. Never again) who couldn't restrain himself. He was very lowkey about all things, including sex.

But then again, he could feel your hips brushing against his in the middle of the dancefloor. He really was supposed to be enjoying the music. Thank god those were just some thoughts spiralling, right? He could shrug them off and appear to be cool. That is, if he wasn't so close to...Oh, yeah. Getting hard. That's happening. Just great.

"Shit...", he muttered, looking down and wincing at his own childishness. What the hell is wrong with him today, for fuck's sake!? Focus, Vernon, focus...What DJ is this again?

"Babe...?", you asked, following his gaze and widening eyes slightly. You looked cute. All wide-eyed and flushed from the two colorful silly cocktails you'd had. Not that that was helping his situation at all. And then you let out that amused laugh, more like a huff, and honestly? Damn you for being this alluring. "Do you wanna go back home...?" you questioned him with a growing smirk, and he almost cursed, fingers twitching in your hips.

He wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to. For some weird unconceivable reason, he was weak-willed today, and he really wanted to just go home and do all the unspeakable things his half stoned mind was telling him to. However, he was also enjoying the club, in his own way, and the night had only just begun. It was really rare for him to go to the club, and...

You could sense the hesitation in his eyes, so you pulled him by the collar for a quick kiss in the middle of the dancing crowd of people. His lips met yours eagerly, almost losing himself in the feeling before remembering that hell, he had a bit of a dilemma.

He gently pulled away, lips parted and swollen. You looked up, admiring the sight of your boyfriend under the colored and blinking lights of the nightclub. He was hot. But this isn't any breaking news for you. The difference was a bit of a...something in his eyes. You couldn't exactly pinpoint what, but inside the golden hue of his irises there was a darkness you weren't used to; a tone you had never seen Vernon sporting.

Of course you were not exactly naive nor stupid. You felt the pressure of his bulge underneath his jeans, rubbing against you every so often in the crowded dancing floor. You knew he was kind of turned on — but is it that serious? Because, you know...it happens. You were dancing practically glued to each other, sweating and slightly wasted: getting aroused isn't exactly absurd in this situation. What really struck to you, though, was the visible need in Vernon's eyes.

You've had your boyfriend drooling over you for an year now, you knew exactly how he'd behave more clingy and touchy when he wanted something from you. You knew he'd tease more than usual and show you that small knowing smirk that always got you going. You had him all figured out by now, just as he had you. But that...? Those pleading eyes, dry lips and savage gaze were something else. And it'd be stupid to say you didn't like this new look on him.

You couldn't help but let out a small giggle when you realize that even after all this time together, Vernon still had new sides of him to show. And honestly? the dizziness of your current situation, the heat of the place and the deafening EDM music blasting made Vernon's extremely dangerous gaze on you feel almost impossible to avoid. It's like he could do whatever the hell he wanted as long as he kept on holding and looking at you like that — like he was starving.

Your mouth felt dry and the words died on your throat when all you could do was stare back and keep your body swaying as you silently prayed he could hear your loud thoughts. As if on cue, your eyes land on a couch next to the dance floor where two guys seem to be devouring each other in the Great Public Space of the nightclub. Ha, looks fun.

Vernon's eyes follow yours and it's as if a lightbulb lighted up on top of his head. He always looked cute when he had an idea, you thought. That's the same face he makes when he's texting someone and seems to have come up with a deranged yet funny answer to whatever they said. For a few seconds, you almost forget the New Scary yet Delicious Vernon you had just discovered minutes ago, as he seemed to look his usual quirky self, but when his gaze falls back on you and he leans to whisper something in your ear? Hell yeah, that's it.

You barely distinguish the sounds coming out of his lips, yet your ears manage to capture the raspy and low tone of his voice that you loved so much, and it sends shivers down your spine. As if shut down from all your logical senses, you don't get to answer him as he eyes you expectantly from up close. You almost forget to ask him to repeat, but he gets that covered anyway. Not that it would help a lot, because your brain keeps on crashing whenever he's close enough to whisper.

As he senses you're really not grasping a single concept of what he's trying to tell you, Vernon yells "follow me!" above the loud music and takes your wrist in his hand, gently guiding you outside the comotion of the dance floor. His thumb rubs your wrist impatiently yet tenderly. He's being sweet. Plus, he's got that knowing smirk...Damn, you now knew where this was going.

Of course you had a total of zero cells in your body willing to resist the tempting yet menacing idea your boyfriend had just had, so you tag along like a blissfully unaware puppy as he takes you discreetly to a small corridor closer to the back of the nightclub. It's the way to the restrooms, you think. There's people making out everywhere, glued up to the jet black walls of the narrow hallway, lightened up by the neon graffiti painted everywhere. There's also lots of people smoking, and the smell is strong — although that's not really what you're focusing on while Vernon holds your wrist and guides you to the wall, caging in your body against it.

"Sorry, I needed a break from there", he sighs head leaning forward and into your shoulder. At that, his lips start brushing and pressing over your skin, reaching your neck sloppily. "I think I'm going insane...", Vernon trails off, his mouth working mindlessly in your skin, as if whatever track of thought he's trying to have was strictly dependant on nipping at your neck like that. One of his hands rest on the wall behind you, as the other roams up and down your waist, fingers twitching like they want to just grip firmer onto you as he fights internally.

"Well, I think insane-you is a nice variant.", you trail off with a cheeky smile as you tilt your head to the side, eyes almost fluttering as he licks on your pulse point. Damn, this is getting you lightheaded way too easily. Way too quick. "Is this the moment I should finally start worrying and being reasonable?", you wonder, but then Vernon nips on your earlobe, and...Whatever. Rationality is overrated.

You feel his smile against your cheek as he nuzzles and kisses the skin in that lazy way only he knows how to.

"It's already pretty hard to contain myself when you're not being a smartass, you know that?", he meets your eyes, and there they are: the different gleam in his irises. A mix of hunger and restraint. You swallow at that, lips feeling drier than ever. "I'm trying here."

However, his actions aren't as contained. His hand leaves the wall to grip on your hip as he steps closer, body now completely pressed against your as he pins you to the wall, surrounding you in his heat.

"Oh, I can see just how hard you're trying", you pretend to scold with a frown, barely managing to do it so when the feeling of his hips against your is so bewildering. Vernon lets out a small hoarse laugh against your collarbone, lips still brushing with restraint on your skin.

"I knew that ecstasy was too cheap to be good...", he mutters, fingers sinking into your hips a bit more strongly. You bark a small laugh at that. His hot breath against your skin is too much. "We could go home, you know..."

His suggestion carries little confidence in its tone, though. You can see he's trying hard to be good, but it's no use. And it's not like you care about being proper anymore, either.

"That wouldn't be ideal", you answer, breath getting a little more labored as the heat of the situation creeps in. "Because then we would end up fucking on the backseat of the taxi and that would get us in some big trouble with the authorities", you manage to tease at last, and you can see Vernon's breath hitching as his eyes meet yours again. There's a silent agreement between you both that, damn, you really need to do something about the insufferable feeling that's got you two so worked up. It has to be now. It has to be quick. And it has to happen.

Vernon's eyes are wild again as they trail over the cramped space of the corridor, stopping on the door to the restroom. They land back on you, waiting for your approval. When you bite your lip, he feels like that's all he needs, so he guides you there with hurried impatience.

The interior of the restroom is...as expected. Dirty and tiny. That almost makes you regret your so fast dismissal to his proposal of going back home, but Vernon's already got his hands all over you and all your resistance flies away. He cages you in until your lower back bumps into the sink, and you quickly move to sit on top of it, legs moving to wrap around his waist, bringing him closer quickly.

All restraint and care come to an end, and Vernon all but jumps on you. His hands are everywhere, grabbing, groping, squeezing. His lips tire of your neck, moving directly to the bits of cleveage that your dress lets show. You feel the smoothness of his hair as your fingers sink into it, always bringing him closer, closer, closer.

You only realize how much your hips are grinding into his when he lets out a low whimper, teeth nipping with a little more strength at the softness of your breast. You don't stop, though, the friction of his hardness on your heat way too delicious to let up.

As Vernon's hands move down to your ass, squeezing the flesh and forcing you up on him. Your breath hitches. God, you might as well combust if he doesn't do anything else soon. Your eyes seem to plead to his, and Vernon reciprocates the desesperate look.

"...Please?", he almost whimpers, and you feel yourself melting with his request. Damn, if this man even knew the atrocities going on in your head at this point, he wouldn't be begging like this.

So, better than answering to his plea, you simply move your hands to the button of his jeans, undoing it with a passion you've never seen in yourself before. The same desesperation leads you to lower his pants down just enough to reach his thighs as you glance at his boxers slighty stained from the precum. His eyes, however, don't leave yours. Hungry, wanting, yet dangerously patient. The combination makes you feral, and that's when it hits — your Vernon was there. The ragebaiter boyfriend you always knew. You let out a whimper when he grinds on you again, still not making any move to put your panties aside, which gets you crazy and even more turned on than before.

His hand lowers down from your ass to your thigh, squeezing it and palming the soft flesh, but never reaching where you want him. He's anticipating it, warming you up (as if you weren't feeling like a furnace already), teasing you. This little shit.

"Vernon, I swear, if you don't...", but he doesn't let you finish, since his lips are on yours in a heartbeat. The kiss feels like a clash; tongue, teeth and all. His taste is the same as always, and your hands fly up to his slightly damp scalp once more, way too distracted to complain any longer.

He takes advantage of the delirious state he's put you in to slide his hand higher on your thigh. When he palms you through the damp fabric of your underwear, you feel your entire body shuddering, a small sigh leaving your lips and into his mouth.

"When did you get this wet, babe?", he asks almost teasingly. His whisper is deafening in the small space of the restroom, even with the loud bass of the music outside buzzing through the walls. You bite your lower lip as his skilled fingers start applying pressure in circles on your clit, your thighs naturally spreading wider for him as you lean back a little in the sink.

"At the same time you started getting hard on the dance floor.", you manage to tease back, but it feels almost pathetic with how weak your voice is already. The pleasurable shocks running through your body are all you ever wanted, until they stop.

You're about to complain when you feel his fingers again, this time hastily sliding the fabric of your panties to the side. You suck in a breath when you watch him sliding down his own underwear, and you'd mindlessly blurt out a "thank god" if you were just a little more lost in the sensations.

"I don't think I can wait anymore.", Vernon whispers, more gently now, but you really don't feel capable of responding when he's brushing his tip right against your wetness like that. Fuck. Whatever. Yes, please. Blessed blessed night are all thoughts that pass through your head, but none manage to slip past your lips. He seems to sense that in your half-lidded gaze, because with no more waiting, your boyfriend finally slides inside you.

Oh.

It'd sound cliché to say that the whole universe alligned, but that's exactly how it feels. Everything is right again. All the dignity is restored. All hunger is sated. You could swear all the stars were visible in that ridiculous and dirty nightclub restroom.

Vernon lets out a low grunt, anxious while waiting for your dick-induced moment of epiphany to pass and you finally adjust around him. When you do it so, you meet his eyes and all the sensations strike at the same time: your fingers twitch on his shoulders, gripping him, your thighs flex and tremble slightly, your teeth sink further into your lower lip and your soul almost leaves your body when he slides out to push into you once more.

"Fuck.", you manage to moan out, immediately frustrated at the simplicity of the word when you're feeling so much-

"Say no more.", Vernon teases with gritted teeth, managing to save his smart mouth even as he clearly feels just as overwhelmed. His hips start working in an increasing rhythm, thrusting into you slowly and deeply at first before getting quicker, and shallower.

In between gasps and moans, Vernon searches for your lips with his. It's uncoordinated, you're both too lightheaded to put much thought into it, but it works perfectly well as your tongues brush against each other sloppily. His thrusts get more frequent, your moans dying out in his throat. For a few seconds, you smile into the kiss noticing how his hips seem to unconsciously mimic the bass sound from outside. Everything gets more and more abstract as you lose yourself to the feeling, the heat pooling in your middle as you reach higher and higher with each thrust.

When Vernon pulls away from the kiss, you watch his fluttering eyes through yours, his parted lips letting out small noises you'd internally wish were more proeminent. As you glance at him, overwhelmed, you realize the peak is coming for both of you. Your hips arch more into his, searching for the one thing that you two have been so desesperate for.

You feel your fingers curling even more against the skin of his shoulders, the crease in his forehead deepening as he bites his own lip, and — with a sharp yet messy thrust, you reach your orgasm. Your whole vision goes white and your body spasms in a shudder. Vernon pulls away quickly enough, spilling out right after as he groans. He rests his forehead against your shoulder, sweaty skins shining in the dim light of the restroom.

A few seconds of pure bliss pass between you both, heavy sighs echoing in the small place. Vernon pulls you for a lazy, slow, and loving kiss.

"Please, let's go home now.", he suggests, breathless, but definitely more confident now.

Jun

I know that 'motel' has a different meaning in english, but in Brasil (where I am from) people go to those places to fuck (and cheat on their spouses during lunch breaks sometimes). I think Jun would go there too; he'd get a room with a jacuzzi. He could do it at home, in his own jacuzzi, but he wants to break the routine.

Hoshi

As we say in Brasil: every place is the place.

There's no bad time for him, if it's secluded and you two are alone... but since I have to pick a place: the kitchen, specifically, when he wakes up and sees you cooking or setting the table.

Wonwoo

I'll go for the stereotype again and say: his computer desk. That's it. He will lose a match... maybe a lot of matches. It wasn't a good day to him. Unfortunally for you, someone will need to deal with that. To deal with him. Good luck.

Woozi

I'll go against the tide and not say his studio (even tho it's also true), but i'll definetly say the gymn because a girl can like some stereotypes. He loves to work out, he loves you, he loves to have sex with you. The math is real obvious here, it's all the things he loves at the same damn time.

DK

Ah... I like to think Dokyeom is a good boy, very romantic BUT he would LOOVE to show off, so he would often lift you up in his arms, and take you against the wall. That's it. There's nothing more to say. He will wrap his enormous arms around you and take you the way he wants against every damn wall on his way.

Mingyu

Isn't it obvious?

His car.

All of you know my greatest success diet pepsi (let me show off), the reason I chose to write about sex car with him is because... he's HUGE 😃. Think of it: a man that size driving a big car. It is provocative!!!!!! Who wouldn't thirst over him? Certainly not you – and trust me, he knows that too.

The8

I think Minghao would like to be risky too so... in some empty room before the show… or maybe after the show… or between performances… it doesn't matter to him, he likes the idea of ​​being caught.

Seungkwan

He's a gremlin and he's resentful so everytime he fights with some of the members (the ones he isn't afraid of) he'll drag you to do this on their bed. Hoshi bothered him the entire week? Jun accused him again? The team didn't take his side against Jun? He will take you at each of their beds.

Vernon

Hear me out: a club's bathroom.

He isn't the type to go out every weekend, jumping from one club to another. Vernon prefers staying home or attending more intimate gatherings, so since you dragged him there, you'd better entertain him – and he's already planned how.

Dino

Because you two were "the it couple" since high school. You shared all the first experiences of your lives: the first kiss, first prom, first trip alone, first day at university… Your friends used to joke about your future wedding invitations after your first year together.

Love was never exactly the right word, but stability was.

You only went to the side aisle because he took too long to return to the main table. Some guests asked about him as soon as dessert was served, and he didn't come back. Your best friend whispered and joked about the idea that Chan was getting ready to finally propose to you after six years of dating.

— I'll go get him — you said, smiling.

The smile was still on your face when you opened the wrong door.

There was no doubt.

There was no plausible explanation.

There was no context that would change anything.

Chan was with another woman – a mutual friend, part of your group of friends, a guest at your table – pressed against the wall of the liquor store, hands where they shouldn't be, clothes littering the floor, a proximity that leaves no room for interpretation.

And you weren't the only one who saw. His cousins, the wedding planner, and the photographer were right behind you, waiting to record the proposal.

Chan turned first, pale with wide eyes, your name stuck in his throat. The girl pushed him away as if that would erase the scene.

— It's not what it looks like — he said.

And then you heard footsteps behind you and whispers. His cousins ​​put down their cell phones too quickly. Your perfect life crumbled there amidst boxes of champagne and fairy light decorations.

You just turned around, squeezing through the crowd and ran out of the house, ignoring all the guests shouting your name. After running six blocks in heels with serious damage to your heels, you took them off and jumped into a small, sparsely frequented bar.

— Something strong — you asked.

…

The bar wasn't awful or smelly, which helped. The light was very low, the mirror behind the bottles was smudged, and it played old music at an almost tired volume.

You were already on your third, or fourth, drink. With so little alcohol, you'd already lost count – you were never a strong drinker good with drinks anyway.

Your heels were somewhere on the dark floor, having been kicked a few times by other drunks. The hair you'd spent hours styling now fell in undone, tangled waves over the rest. Your lipstick was gone, your mascara was smudged. You looked like a drunk after three nights straight at a rave.

The delicate graduation dress was still perfect, ironically.

 — One more — you murmured, pushing the empty glass away. — This is the last one. I promise.

The bartender stared at you, raising an eyebrow with his arms crossed, before sighing and picking up the cocktail shaker. — You've said that before.

— This time it's true…

— I doubt it.

The voice wasn't coming from the counter. You turned awkwardly and slowly, and it took a few seconds for the vision to make sense again.

Mingyu.

The Kim - your ex's hot dad - Mingyu was here.

His suit was still perfectly buttoned, but he loosened his tie. His expression was too serious for that type of place. He seemed out of place, as if he had entered by mistake and decided to stay.

You frowned.

— Damn... I'm hallucinating — you murmured. — I didn't even drink that much, it was only three glasses...

The bartender grumbled grumpily: — It was five glasses.

You huffed, crossing your arms. — As if the great Kim would ever enter a lousy bar like this.

— The bar is mine.

You widened your eyes before bursting into laughter. You laughed loudly, throwing your head back and almost falling off the stool. And Mingyu sighed and lifted you off the stool as if you weighed nothing, even with all your drunken weight deposited on top of him.

…

You sat in the car in complete silence, the window slightly open in case you felt nauseous again. The cold wind lessened the urge to vomit, and Mingyu had dimmed the lights, which helped preserve what little dignity you had left.

Mingyu tried to look at you discreetly, trying to gauge your emotional state, but you could feel his pitying gaze on you, and the shame made you fix your hair—or try to fix your hair.

You took a deep breath and cried, because it hurt.

— He cheated on you — he said bluntly, and the statement fell like a weight on your shoulders. It wasn't a question; he already knew everything.

Your crying intensified, and you hunched over, covering your face. The cold wind entered through the crack in the window and sent shivers down your arms. You realized you were still trembling, not from the cold, but from sheer emotional collapse.

Mingyu gently touched your shoulder, and you leaned toward him, aligning yourself against his shoulders and hiding your face on the crook of his neck. He continued rubbing your shoulders affectionately, trying to calm you down.

— They were… — you began, but couldn't finish.

— I know — he repeated, more quietly.

You lifted your face, surprised. — You do?

— I arrived just in time — he replied. — I saw people running and whispering. I recognize a social scandal when I see one.

A broken laugh escaped you. — Of course you do. Your family lives off of it.

He didn't react to the provocation. He just rested his arms on the steering wheel, looking ahead. — Do you want me to go back there and sort it out?

— Sort it out how? — you sniffed. — Spanking your son's ass?

— If it helps, yes.

You turned your face too quickly to look at him. — That will only make him hate you more.

The car was filled with silence again. The type of silence that isn’t empty, but heavy with all the unspoken words and feelings.

— This was supposed to be my happy day — you whispered. — My parents were so proud. I had planned everything! I would have a wedding proposal the same night as my graduation and birthday party… all recorded in 4k. It would be so perfect…

— You didn't even want him anyway — Mingyu replied. Dry again.

You glared at him. — You need to say it like this?

— Only when it's true.

The headlights of a passing car illuminated the interior for a second, enough for you to notice the tension in his jaw.

— Do you think they're still at home? — You asked to divert his attention from your face… or to divert your attention from his face. Who knows.

— Obviously. You ran away and didn’t answer anyone for hours.

— I just… don’t wanna go back.

Mingyu sighed, running his fingers through his black hair. He looked so serious in profile, almost contemplative, and yet so… hot. He had this intense aura, the posture of a real man that was affecting you in a way it shouldn't.

He was your boyfriend's… your ex-boyfriend’s dad. That was a big, shining red ‘no’! But he smelled so good, his scent was warm as musk and cinnamon, and his hands… Ah, his hands were so big and pretty, even his nails were well-cared for. Even the little wrinkles under his eyes were making him look even more appealing to you.

— I’ll take you to my house and call to let your parents know.

Your heart skipped a beat. —No, that will make everything worse.

— It will — he replied with irritating calmness — but they’ll know you’re safe.

You studied his profile for a few seconds. — Don’t you care what people say about you?

— I’m a grown man, darling. If they talk about me, I don't care, I know the truth.

The crying finally stopped and all that remained was a ghost of tiredness, so you simply nodded, agreeing to go to his house. After all, what other option do you have? Go back home and deal with your parents' pity? What if Chan was still there? You'll have to deal with him now and that's the last thing you want today.

— Do you always rescue drunk ex-daughters-in-law from dodgy bars?

— Only the ones who order “the strongest drink you have” five times in a row.

— That was three.

— That was five. And by the way, stop insulting my bar.

For the first time that night, you didn't feel the ground give way anymore; it seemed calm, solid, and safe.

His apartment was surprisingly clean for a divorced man. There were no clothes scattered on the floor; it was well-maintained and well-decorated, and it smelled like the place had been recently cleaned.

— I'll prepare something for you to eat; make yourself at home — he replied, going to the kitchen.

But when he returned, you were already passed out on the sofa, sleeping in such an uncomfortable position that it made him laugh. He left the soup on the coffee table and gently lifted you into his arms, carrying you to his room.

After making sure you were comfortable and warm, Mingyu turned off the light and returned to the living room with a gentle shake of his head.

…

The sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtain woke you, and for a few seconds you didn't recognize where you were. The ceiling was too white, and the smell was different, less sweet with a woody undertone that, since yesterday, you would recognize anywhere.

Mingyu.

You sat up carefully in bed, bringing your hand to your forehead. The headache wasn't unbearable, but it was there, throbbing like an embarrassing memory. On the bedside table was a large white t-shirt and dark cotton shorts, still carefully folded. Next to them, a clean towel and a new toothbrush.

Your heart made a strange little movement in your chest.

He had thought of this.

You ran your fingers over the t-shirt. It was clearly his. Too big. The soft fabric. The discreet scent of the same perfume from last night. You held the t-shirt in your hands, bringing it to your nose and taking a deep breath. feeling his scent.

Stop it, you weirdo! Go take a shower! You muttered to yourself and headed for the bathroom. The hot shower helped organize your thoughts, but it didn't soothe the feelings. Memories of the previous night came back in flashes: him carrying you to the car, the way he calmed you down when you were crying, his arm around your shoulders.

When you came out of the bathroom wearing his t-shirt, you realized how small it looked in you. The hem reached almost to your knee, and the shorts barely showed. You dried your hair with the towel just enough so it wouldn't drip down your back and walked down the hallway in silence.

The smell of fresh coffee and fried eggs came first. Then you entered the kitchen and completely lost your train of thought.

Mingyu was standing with his back to you, in front of the stove, shirtless.

His hair was slightly messy, still damp, as if he had also showered recently. His back was broad, perfectly defined in a way that wasn't exaggerated, his shoulders strong, and his waistline tapering to the low waistband of his sweatpants.

Mingyu stirred something in the pan with an irritating tranquility, as if it weren't utterly indecent in that sunlit kitchen. You leaned your shoulder against the wall, slowly crossing your arms.

— Do you always cook shirtless? — your voice came out hoarser than you intended.

He didn't turn around immediately. — Only when I'm in my own house.

You bit the corner of your mouth, following the line of his back with your eyes. He turned his face over his shoulder, finally looking at you and remained silent for a second longer than he should have. His eyes traveled over you slowly, going from his shirt to your bare legs. Then they went up again, more slowly, and his jaw tightened.

— Did you sleep well? — he asked softly.

— Better than I deserved.

He turned off the stove and turned to face you.

Wow! Now it was worse. He was even more absurdly handsome from the front. Everything about Mingyu was… beautiful. You felt the heat rise up your neck.

He picked up a plate and placed it on the counter. — Come eat.

You walked to the kitchen island with steps too slow for someone just having breakfast and stopped on the other side of the counter. You were so close to him that his scent was stronger there, musk and cinnamon, warm and familiar – too much for someone who shouldn't be.

— Thank you for yesterday — you said, but your eyes were elsewhere.

He rested his hands on the counter, leaning slightly — It was nothing. You were vulnerable.

— Of course! And you were a gentleman? — his tone had something provocative about it.

— I was responsible.

Your heart stumbled, you walked around the counter, approaching him almost instinctively. He held your gaze for a second longer than he should have and then stepped away first.

It wasn't a sudden movement; Mingyu straightened his posture, as if he needed to create distance—not just physical, but moral. His broad shoulders relaxed forcefully, he forced a heavy breath, the air entering his lungs more slowly. Mingyu ran his hand through his still slightly damp hair, leaving the strands disheveled.

You noticed the exact moment he decided to compose himself, and that only made you want to move forward.

His silence seemed electric to you, much louder than the sound of the city coming through the open windows. The kitchen was illuminated by a soft early morning sun, drawing shadows on the lines of his abdomen as he moved to get the glass of water from beside the sink.

You took another slow step. His t-shirt brushed against your thighs as you approached the counter. The soft fabric felt warmer now, and your heart pounded with pure excitement.

He noticed when you got too close.

Mingyu placed his hands on the counter again, but this time to anchor himself and create distance between you, as if he needed something solid under his fingers.

— Darling… — Mingyu gasped, sensing your intention and glancing away at the kitchen window. — Better not.

You stopped a few inches away. — Why not?

— I'm your boyfriend's father.

— Ex-boyfriend — you corrected.

— I'm 45 years old — he tried again, taking another step back.

— And I'm 23. But you already knew that.

You could feel the heat emanating from his skin, and your breathing slowed without you realizing it.

He looked at you again, his gaze traveling from your white shirt to the goosebumps on your legs, then slowly moving upwards, as if forcing himself to measure each of them, his jaw clenching again. He clenched his fists, trying to control himself and not do something he would regret.

You reached out without thinking too much, touching his forearm with your fingertips. It was a slow, firm touch, not at all insecure or hesitant. His skin was warm and soft, and an almost imperceptible shiver ran down his arm. You felt it because he didn't pull away immediately, only took a deeper breath.

His gaze fell to your hand and then back to you. There was something there that hadn't been there the night before. The worry, the responsibility, and the control were clouded. Mingyu turned his face slightly, as if fighting a thought he didn't want to formulate.

You took another half step, your body almost touching his. Your chest rose and fell slowly; you could hear your own breathing and his.

Mingyu closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them again, there was caution. He slowly raised his hand and held your wrist. Not to pull away, but to stop you from moving any further. The touch was firm, and his large hands covered yours. His thumb pressed lightly against your skin, not hurting, just marking his presence.

The size difference between you became impossible to ignore, and you felt the heat take over your body again. Mingyu didn't say anything, but the message was clear in the way he held your gaze: there was desire there.

Contained desire.

Mingyu was fighting against himself, and losing – because his hand was still on your wrist and he still hadn't pulled away.

The closeness became almost unbearable. Your other hand slowly rose, hesitant this time, lightly touching his chest. The tips of your fingers slid over the warm skin, feeling the texture, the firmness, and the movement of his breath.

His body reacted, freezing under the palms of your hands. He tightened his grip on your wrist, and his eyes darkened.

Mingyu finally moved, taking a step back, pulling you with him because of your still-bound wrist, until he bumped against the counter. He slowly released your hand, but didn't move away.

Now he was taller, closer, his shadow falling on you. The air between you grew heavy, and you felt your own courage waver for a second. Mingyu ran a hand over his face, as if trying to organize his thoughts.

His self-control was admirable. He knew what could happen if he moved one more inch closer – and as if he knew he might not be able to stop.

You realized that it wasn't just you crossing a line; he was standing on the edge of it too, and for the first time since the previous night, he didn't seem so sure he could continue being the responsible man.

— I think… I think I'd better go then —  you said quietly, hesitantly. You didn't want to walk away, but a heavy feeling of guilt began to weigh on your shoulders.

Damn it. You couldn't do this! He's Chan's father. This would completely ruin their already troubled relationship.

The problem was that Mingyu wouldn't let you walk away. As soon as the words left your mouth, he tightened his grip on your wrist and pulled you closer. Holding you against him.

— Mingyu... if you're not sure about this, you better let me go soon.

Impulsively, Mingyu let go of your wrists to grab both your neck and wait, pulling you closer to him. Your chest bumped into his and his breath mixed into yours. Mingyu pressed both of your forehead, eyes shuttered closed, his hold on your waist tightening.

— Mingyu… — you tried to talk him into consciousness, but even to you, your voice sounded weak, unsure.

— Shh… — he whispered. — Don’t say anything now…

— You’re going to regret this later…

Mingyu took your lips in an intense kiss, his fingers sliding through your hair to pull you into the position he wanted. You melted in his arms, wrapping your hands around his neck and returning the kiss.

He deepened the kiss as if trying to silence all the thoughts that were still fighting inside him. His mouth was hot, intense, and desperate. There was no delicacy in his movements. His fingers, gripping your hair, adjusted the angle, tilting your head so he could kiss you the way he wanted. You felt the world shrink at his touch.

Your chest pressed against his made it impossible to ignore how much bigger he was. Firmer. Hotter. The kiss slowed for a second, just enough for him to breathe against your mouth, his thumb sliding along the curve of your jaw, but he didn't pull away.

Mingyu held your waist with both hands and, in a firm movement, lifted you. The contact was so abrupt that it drew a small gasp from you as he set you down on the kitchen counter.

The cold surface contrasted with the warmth of his body between your legs, and the change in temperature ran down your skin like a shiver.

He paused for a second, confirming that you were still there, that he had really kissed you, that he had complicated everything even more. Even so, he didn't want to leave and he wouldn't.

You let go of him by the nape of his neck before he could think too much. The kiss returned slower this time, deeper, more exploratory. His hands moved up the sides of your exposed thighs, tracing the path firmly, without haste. The touch was firm, but there was still something careful about it.

His fingers reached the hem of your loose white T-shirt, then he hesitated. It was only a second, but it was enough for you to feel. You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him again, with more intention. Your fingers slid to the nape of his neck, lightly scratching his skin, causing him to breathe.

And then his hands slowly moved upwards, snaking beneath her t-shirt, exploring the warm skin of her waist. The tips of his fingers traced the outline of her ribs, carefully moving upwards, sensing every movement within her.

Your skin prickled under his touch, and you leaned forward, pressing yourself closer to him. Mingyu let out a low sound against your lips, something between a sigh and a grunt.

His hands moved higher, cupping your back, pulling you closer. He trailed kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jawline, then to your neck. He didn't mark, just pressed his warm lips there, feeling your pulse quicken under your skin.

You intertwined your legs around his waist without realizing it, definitively breaking the last shred of self-control he still had. His hands roamed your body like two snakes, cupping your breasts.

You sighed against his lips, and his hands pressed firmly against your skin, feeling the contours of your body while you were still wrapped around his waist. Your body reacted even before your mind could keep up; a shiver ran down your spine as his hands adjusted, holding you more tightly.

Mingyu let out a low sigh against your skin, his forehead still resting against yours for a brief second. Slowly he released you, taking a step back, but his eyes still gazed at you affectionately.

DK

"I've got my drivers license last week, just like we always talked about" 🎶

Mingyu

"But he was so much fun, and he had such weird friends. And he would take us out to parties and the night would never end. Another song, another club, another bar, another dance. And if he said something wrong? He'd just fly me to France" 🎶

The8

"I was half myself without you, now I feel so complete" 🎶

Seungkwan

"Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy. Not me, if you ever cared to ask" 🎶

Vernon

"He says I'm pretty wearing his clothes. And he's got hands that make hell seem cold. Feet on the dashboard, he's like a poem I wish I wrote" 🎶

Dino

Scoups

"You both have moved on, you don't even talk. But I can't help it, I've got issues, I can't help it, baby" 🎶

Jeonghan

"And when does wide eyed affection and all good intentions start to not be enough? When will everyone have every reason to call all my bluffs?" 🎶

Joshua

"And I pull up to your place on the second floor, and you're standing smiling at the door. And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men, but I really can't remember when!" 🎶

Jun

"Car rides to Malibu. Strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two. And trading jackets, laughing 'bout how small it looks on you." 🎶

Hoshi

"It's back and forth, did I say something wrong?" 🎶

Wonwoo

"You got me thinking two plus two equals five and I'm the love of your life" 🎶

Woozi

For him, I think he'd just really appreciate having someone who can add to his unique perspectives, have their own strong and remarkable opinions about the interests they have in common. Bonus points if the person knows how to articulate their thoughts and defends their points of view fiercely (he would definitelyyy find that hot), or if they're artists themselves.

Jeno – Compliments

Jeno is a calm and composed guy who loves being praised and appreciated. Acknowledging his skills is the key to his heart. If you compliment him often or make it clear how amazing he is, he’ll melt—after all, he’s just a puppy at heart. Tell him, “Good boy,” and give him two pats on the head, and he’ll be wagging his tail in no time.

Something like: “Hey, can you grab that box for me? Careful, it’s heavy—wow, you’re really strong…” When he lifts it effortlessly, Jeno will pretend he’s unfazed, but inside, he’s screaming: Oh my god, she wants me SO bad. I’m irresistible.

Haechan – Challenge

This man thrives on challenges and dynamic interactions. He absolutely lives for the thrill of breaking you, teasing you until you snap, pushing you until you lash out at him, making you so frustrated you want to cry (I once heard he likes making his sister cry or something). BUT- when you fight back???

That’s it. There’s no one else. Just you.

He loves when someone doesn’t fall for his charm immediately, when they challenge him right back, when they don’t get flustered but instead match his energy. If you fire back with even more wit and mischief, Haechan will be absolutely hooked.

Jaemin - Common Interests and Shyness

Okay, we've come to this: Na Jaemin, the leo. Although Jaemin might do and say things that have us all asking ourselves "wth does he mean with that", I also believe that he's much more of an open person than we take him for. Jaemin would really appreciate a partner who shared same experiences and hobbies as his, as a leo, because that would get him a way of seeing himself in someone else - and believe me, he'd be head over heels. Plus, being understood and related just feels likes something he craves, especially because of all his eccentricity. Having someone to match his freak would be...welcome.

A plus is if the person is shy. Hear me out on this one: THE Na Jaemin, flirty and easygoing, trying to fluster his S/O who can only blush and giggle at his compliment showers. That would do wonders to his ego, and he would coo so badly with his kindergarden-teacher-voice.

Chenle - A listener

Our dear yapper Chenle. Yes, you got it right. He'd fall for someone who can keep up with his endless talking. Don't get me wrong, he doesn't really realize he's been talking nonstop for the last forty-minutes until he reaches an obnoxiously specific topic and asks the other person "wait, how did we get to this again?" - so it's not really personal.

However, this moment of epyphany in which he realizes he's been going on and on about different types of sauces for different types of meals for the last hour and the other person has just been nodding, observing and reacting properly will get him totally gone. Like wdym they've been ACTUALLY listening the whole time? He'd might just be in love!

(And yep, later in the relationship he might seriously refrain himself from talking too much, just because he wants the S/O to be talkative too. That'll make him realize that listening may end up being much fun to do - especially if you're listening to a loved one)

Jisung – Inexperience

Jisung was the maknae for way too long, and he’s tired of being seen as an innocent little boy - he wants to be seen as a man (sources? I made it up). That’s why I think he’d be incredibly obsessed with the idea of being the experienced, responsible one in a relationship—the one who leads the way and is trusted to make decisions. Not too much, though; he wouldn’t want someone completely dependent or childish.

He’s going to make a mystery out of it. Where are we going? What should I wear? What are we doing? He won’t give you a single detail besides, "Dress casually, and I’ll pick you up at seven. And how will the date unfold? Well, Jeonghan ends up taking you to a Seventeen game night. Chaos might not be your ideal version of romance, but he has his reasons: this way, he gets to show you all the ways he cheats and pulls tricks to win everything - which he believes is his best flex. It also gives him the perfect opportunity to tease and be playful with you, which is totally his love language.

Joshua

Okay, this might sound a little unusual, but hear me out: a beach date. I mean, have you seen his surfing photos?!?!! Shua is another one who has everything planned out, but he’ll obviously give you all the details - and he’ll probably invite you out well in advance, just to make sure your plans are made for him and no one else. He’ll hype up the date a lot, casually mentioning little details or new things he’s planning to make your day amazing. (He might even joke like, "Can you send me a picture of the bikini you're planning to wear? Just to make sure my outfit matches haha.") And when the day finally comes, he WILL pick you up and drop you off, obviously. He’ll also have snacks and drinks all prepared, along with beach games, towels, sunscreen, sunglasses, hats, his surfboard, and anything else you might need. It’ll be playful and romantic - just like him.

Jun

I feel like Jun is more the type to agree on meeting you at the date spot. He will probably be a little flustered to ask you out in person, but if it’s through text it’ll be a lot easier and flowy, with even some rizz going on. He will choose something playful yet cute, like an ice skating rink! Has he ever gone ice skating before? Nope, but he thinks it “can’t be that hard, right?”. If you’ve never done it either, he will try and tease you before the date, saying you can cling onto him if you need to and all that romantic stuff. At the actual date, he might realize that no, it’s not as easy as he thought it was, and no, it’s not easy at all to flex about something you’ve never done before lol. But don’t worry, he’ll own it (after becoming a blushing mess, of course) and you both will have a date full of funny falls and clumsy hugs, trying to find balance together and enjoying yourselves a lot. At the end of the evening, Jun scored lots of points with you without even realizing. Cute.

Hoshi

The total opposite of Joshua. Soonyoung will not ask you with any advance, probably won’t prepare anything too neatly and, heck, he might not even ask you out in fact. I just feel like he would be laid back enough to call you up in the middle of a regular day and ask you to put on some clothes, because he will be passing through your house and he will be picking you up. That's it, bye. He will be simply taking Latte for a walk and think “hm, why not?”, and the next second you’re getting a call from him saying he’s already at your front door. If you disagree or complain, it’ll make it funnier for him, and he’ll probably come up with some threatening such as “well, my car is already entering your street and I can’t park in here or I’ll get fined, so… you better be there when I arrive” and just turn off the call. Yeah, he is a menace, but you’ll enjoy the date nevertheless, even if it’s something as simple as just taking a walk through the park with his annoying ass.

Wonwoo

A little bit shy, Wonwoo might ask you out to some type of event (like a comic con sorta thing, or any type of “cons” really, maybe related to books or games/technology or something he finds that you both have in common) with the excuse that “he already had an extra ticket”, because he probably won’t admit that he already bought them with you in mind, knowing that he would ask another friend and he would say no, which would make the perfect opportunity to take you with him. I think he might meet you at the spot, but drive you home at the end of the evening. The date will be pretty smooth, he will charm you with some nerdy jokes and might even buy some goods you’ve been eyeing behind your back, just to give you at the end of the outing as a small surprise and souvenir from your first date.

Woozi

Jihoon wants to take you to where he knows he is his most confident self. So when you’re granted free-pass tickets to a Seventeen concert, to stay at a private box with a friend, you don’t feel that surprised - even if it’s a big BIG flex. He might send a car to pick you up before the show, since he’ll be busy practicing. Woozi will do his best, taking even more effort knowing that you’re watching him, and he might even suggest something that relates to you during one of his ments, eyeing the box you’re at with a grin that’ll make your heart flutter. At the end of the concert, you will obviously see him backstage, and he will ask you honestly what did you think of specific parts of the concert - just to make sure you were actually paying attention to him all the time - at this point, your friend will get certainly get distracted with the other twelve great-looking guys, which will provide you both some alone time, and even if he’s tired, you and Woozi’s night will surely not end just there. 

DK

As for Seokmin, he’s also one of those who prepares in advance - although he will probably ask you out just a few days from the date, not because he is careless, but because he was a little nervous, and kept procrastinating it. You obviously could never refuse those cute eyes of his, and he feels like he might explode. He will try to play it cool, but will keep on texting you just to make sure you actually know what you’re getting yourself into, and that it’s okay to cancel if you can’t make it, or if you’d like this or that for the date. On d-day, DK will text you with the address info, and as soon as you get there, you’ll see this beautiful picnic set he made only for you. He’s waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers and a wide smile. He shows you all the food he cooked himself and makes sure you’re comfortable on the blanket, giving you cushions and plushies, super proud of his work. It goes without saying that Seokmin will make you laugh during the entire afternoon, and at the end of the date, he’ll open up the door of his car for you like a gentleman and drive you back, feeling all mushy inside.

Mingyu

Three words: late night drive. What better way to get you to stare at his big muscles than driving right by your side? Plus, he’ll get to show off his driving abilities and his nice car. Since it’s a very casual outing, Gyu might warn you about this without much advance (even if he definitely thought of it for some time) and try not to make a big deal out of it (even if he does, in fact, make a big deal of it). It will be funnier than what you expect a late night drive to be, with Mingyu stopping somewhere to buy you food and then parking close to a nice spot so that you can walk a while, hand in hand.

Minghao

He’s really all about balancing and stuff, so he will be something between Hoshi and Joshua: he will ask you out properly, but as soon as you say “yes”, you’ll only be hearing from him when he finally texts you his location at the nearby art gallery. Well, at least he explained to you the setting somewhat previously, because he also understands that dressing up might be important for you. At the date, Minghao will act casually, and effortlessly compliment your outfit or your looks in general. He will enjoy the afternoon to explain to you how he feels about the different arts, and will be definitely eager to hear your impressions too. At the end of the exhibition, he might take you to a café or an ice cream shop, just to prolong the moment a little bit.

Seungkwan

I think Seungkwan will probably ask you out in advance, too, not because he wants to plan it out in detail or because he is a perfectionist, but because he can’t wait for it. This volleyball game has been one of the events he’s been most excited to for the last months, and bringing you along is nice because he can do something he really enjoys doing, which is watching sports, while having someone to share the experience with. On the day of the date, Seungkwan picks you up with his car (he probably texts you a lot of times to make sure you’re ready to go). He promises he will explain to you everything that’s happening throughout the game if you’re not familiar with it, but at the end he gets way too excited cheering for that - which, thankfully will be cute enough for you to let it pass. 

Vernon

He tries to play it cool by asking you to go to the movies with him. It won’t exactly feel like he’s asking you out necessarily, since you are already friends and usually hangout at places like those, but trust me, in his mind, this will be the date. Unfortunately, Hansol lets it slip that he’ll be watching a movie with you and some of the boys might end up showing up - which will then cause some chaos, and ruin all Hansol’s plans of turning this casual hangout into a proper date. He, then, will have to make it a little more obvious that this was not the type of outing that he was planning on taking you to, but that’s fine, because it gives him a nice excuse to run away from that cinema with you, and finally find somewhere more personal and hopefully, more romantic. At the end of your escape and your now real date, Hansol will make sure to walk you to the bus stop (this man simply refuses to drive) and if he’s feeling especially clingy, he might even take your bus with you (even if it doesn’t go even near his house).

Dino

On the way home, the tension between you was palpable. The city passed unnoticed through the car windows while the only thing that truly mattered to Seungcheol was the sensation of your skin under his palm. His large hand rested firmly on your thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles, occasionally pressing as if testing your patience as if making it clear what was coming next.

When he finally parked in front of your house, he got out of the car first. The click of the door opening echoed in the stillness of the night as he moved around, his calm, calculated movements with that dominant presence that made your breath hitch before he even touched you.

Seungcheol extended his hand, helping you out of the car, his eyes never leaving yours. As soon as you were standing, he shut the door behind you—and before you could even process the movement, his body was already pressed against yours on the car.

The impact was gentle but definitive. One of his hands found your waist, pulling you against him, while the other cupped the side of your face. And then, without hesitation, he took your lips.

The kiss was fierce, filled with everything he’d been holding back the whole night. Seungcheol wasn’t one for half-measures, and there, against the car, under the dim streetlight, he made that clear. His lips were demanding against yours, his tongue exploring your mouth without rushing, as if savoring every second, as if he’d been waiting for this for far too long.

When he felt you melt under his touch, the need for more took over. Without effort, one of his hands slid down the side of your body until it found your thigh, and in one swift move, he lifted it, pressing it against his waist. The contrast between the cold metal of the car and the heat of his body made a shiver run up your spine.

Dressed entirely in black, Seungcheol looked even more imposing. The dark shirt clung to his body, accentuating every defined muscle, and the strength with which he held you against him made it impossible to ignore how badly he wanted this.

The kiss didn’t slow down. Seungcheol deepened every movement, exploring, dominating, as if his intention was to etch the feeling into every cell of your body. The firm hand holding your leg against him, his chest rising and falling against yours, the muffled sound of heavy breathing between kisses – all contributing to the electricity that hung in the air.

When he finally broke the kiss, just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and gleaming with desire, he smiled crookedly.

— I should’ve brought you home earlier... — He murmured, his voice rough.

But the way he pressed his body against yours afterward made it clear that the night was far from over.

Jeonghan

The smell of your parents' house was familiar, a mix of fresh coffee and old wood that brought back childhood memories. Lunch had been peaceful, and Jeonghan, with his charming ways, had effortlessly won over your parents. He laughed at the stories they told about you as a child, his eyes gleaming with that mischievous interest only he could have.

After eating, you decided to give him a tour of the house. You walked through the rooms, stopping at every detail that was part of your history—the mark on the living room wall where you used to measure your height as a kid, the bookshelf filled with old books, the garden where you used to play. But it was in your bedroom that the tour truly ended.

The space felt smaller now, but it still carried your essence. Jeonghan was immediately distracted by the old photos scattered around, picking one up with an amused smile.

— Look at you here, such a cutie! — He laughed, holding a picture of you as a little kid. — Who would’ve thought that this innocent little face would grow up to be so bossy?

You rolled your eyes, throwing yourself onto the old bed with a sigh. The mattress creaked slightly under your weight, and you closed your eyes for a moment, letting nostalgia wash over you. But before you could fully relax, you felt an added weight on top of you.

You opened your eyes only to find Jeonghan sitting on your lap, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as his fingers pinned your wrists against the mattress.

— Jeonghan… — You murmured, your heart racing.

— Yes? — He tilted his head, feigning innocence, but the playful glint in his eyes betrayed his true intentions.

— My parents are in the next room.

He smiled even more, leaning down until his lips barely brushed against yours, teasing.

— And? — His voice came out low, almost a whisper. — I don’t plan on making any noise.

And then, he kissed you.

The first kiss was slow, teasing, as if he wanted to test the limits of the situation. Jeonghan’s lips were warm and soft against yours, and the way he moved—always in control, always knowing exactly what to do – made your entire body react instantly.

But he didn’t stop there.

Jeonghan was a game of cat and mouse, and he loved playing with you. Every time you tried to catch your breath, he captured your lips again, stealing quick kisses, smiling against your mouth, his fingers lazily tracing your face, then trailing down to your waist, where he held you with deceptive gentleness.

The bed creaked softly beneath the subtle movements, and every time you tried to protest, he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his lips molding to yours with more intensity.

Your fingers clenched around his shirt, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. The way he dominated the moment, the way he whispered something between kisses just to tease you, made every cell in your body vibrate with anticipation.

And when he finally pulled away, just enough to look into your eyes, the satisfied smile on his lips made it clear that he knew exactly what he was doing.

— See? — He whispered, his thumb slowly brushing over your lower lip. — Not a single sound.

But his eyes said something else. He was just getting started.

Joshua

The elevator doors close smoothly, and you lean against the wall, holding Joshua's hand, watching him with a suspicious look. You two had just returned from a date, and throughout the entire night, Joshua had behaved better than expected—no pranks, no teasing comments.

He's been too quiet, which is never a good sign.

Then, before the elevator even ascends a single floor, he presses a hidden button on the panel. The lights flicker, the elevator gives a slight jolt, and… stops.

— Oh, no… — Joshua murmurs, covering his mouth with an exaggerated expression of surprise. — Looks like we’re stuck.

Your eyes widen. — What?!

— Yeah, it happened again… These elevators are a bit unstable, you know?

Suspicion hits immediately. 

— Joshua. What did you do?

He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with pure amusement.

— Me? Nothing. — But the mischievous smile gives everything away.

You let out an exasperated sigh and reach for the emergency button, but he moves fast. Before you can even touch the panel, Joshua steps closer and cups your face with both hands, his palms covering your cheeks, his long, warm fingers pressing into your skin.

— Hey, hey, what’s the rush? — He murmurs, his voice low and lazy, his playful gaze shifting into something more intense. — Maybe it’s a sign from fate.

Your heart jumps when he leans in slowly, his warm breath grazing your lips before he finally captures them with his own.

The kiss starts as a tease – just like him. Joshua’s lips move against yours deliberately, savoring, testing, as if he’s relishing your reaction. But as you respond, he deepens it, making it slower, more consuming, his tongue sliding against yours in a heated, intoxicating touch.

He smiles against your lips the moment he feels you melt in his arms, giving in to the kiss, your fingers dragging over the nape of his neck with growing need. One of his hands glides to your waist, circling it and pulling you closer, while the other discreetly moves behind you. His fingers find the right button, and without you even noticing, he presses it.

Suddenly, the elevator starts moving again.

You pull back with a start, blinking in surprise. — Wait…

Joshua lets out a low, satisfied chuckle.

— Oops. Guess it’s working again. — He shrugs as if he hadn’t just tricked you once more.

— You…!

He grins like he’s having way too much fun, his thumb brushing lightly over your swollen lips. — Don’t look at me like that. You liked it.

The worst part? He’s right.

Jun

The muffled sound of the audience echoed through the backstage hallways, and you could hardly believe you were there, accompanying Jun to yet another one of the group’s shows. He seemed calm, but there was something in his eyes—a mischievous glint you couldn’t quite decipher.

— Let’s go grab some water — he said suddenly, his voice casual.

You didn’t find it strange. Jun was the kind of person everyone adored—sweet and attentive to those around him—and he hated being away from you when you had a day to be together, so nothing seemed out of the ordinary. None of the members even glanced in your direction, too busy with their own preparations. So, without questioning, you followed him down the hallways.

It happened too fast. Before you even realized it, Jun pushed open the door of an empty dressing room and, in one swift motion, pulled you inside. The soft click of the door closing sounded louder than it should have.

— Jun-? 

Your voice was cut off as he leaned against the wall and pulled you against him, your bodies colliding in the narrow space. He smirked, a malicious glint in his eyes. — I didn’t scare you, did I?

His expression softened into feigned innocence, but his tone betrayed his true intentions.

Your heart skipped a beat. He looked nothing like the adorable Jun everyone knew—here, alone with you, there was something else, something undeniably provocative.

The question lingered in the air, but before you could respond, Jun slid one of his hands down your waist, giving a light squeeze. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and that cocky smile still hadn’t left his lips.

And then, he leaned in closer, so close that you could feel his warm breath against your skin.

— We’ve got a few minutes… — he murmured, the tip of his nose grazing your jawline.

— Yeah? — you asked, wrapping your arm around his shoulders and tilting up to capture his lips in a slow, restrained kiss. One that Jun wasted no time deepening as he held you by the waist with one arm, while his other hand tangled into the hair at the nape of your neck.

He used his grip on your hair to position you exactly how he wanted, making the kiss more comfortable for him—and better for you. He pulled you closer by the hips, leaving one leg between yours, your bodies pressed together enough to feel the rise and fall of each breath.

Outside, the show was about to begin. But at that moment, nothing else seemed to matter except the way Jun looked at you—and what he wanted to do with those stolen minutes.

Wonwoo

Wonwoo was off today and decided to spend his free day playing the game he had been waiting for over the past two months. He was sitting comfortably in his gaming chair, the room lit faintly by a soft yellow LED light.

The sound of the keyboard clicks filled the air, and the soft light of the late afternoon illuminated the space. Since the beginning of the afternoon, Wonwoo had been immersed in the game, as if nothing else in the world mattered. You watched him for a moment, respecting the fact that he needed this time for himself after working so much. However, it was already night, and the longing for his touch, for his presence, started to weigh on you.

You quietly approached, leaning against his back. Your hands, soft and delicate, began massaging his shoulders, feeling the tension accumulated there. Wonwoo let out a slight sigh of pleasure but kept his focus on the game, as if trying not to get distracted. But it was impossible not to notice the touch of your presence and the warmth of your proximity.

After a few seconds, he tilted his head back, his eyes meeting yours. His smile was gentle but full of something you recognized well: desire, affection, and a slight complicity.

Without hesitation, you moved closer and, with a quick motion, kissed him in the Spider-Man and Mary Jane style, your lips meeting gently as he was still leaning back. The kiss was soft, gentle, and even a bit playful, but full of undeniable chemistry.

Fortunately, that wasn’t enough for Wonwoo – and even less so for you. He took control, spinning the chair to face you without missing a beat, and with one firm hand, placed it behind your thigh, slowly pulling you onto his lap.

The movement was smooth, but full of intention. You settled there, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, and the world around you seemed to fade away. He was closer now, and the distance between the two of you seemed to vanish completely.

The kiss quickly escalated, going from something gentle and playful to pure need and desire. Wonwoo held your waist, pressing you down against him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, instinctively arching your back.

— Your game... — You murmured between kisses and caresses.

Wonwoo simply hummed, not paying attention to your words – he had better things to focus on: marking the length of your neck and shoulders. The sound of battle filled the space between the two of you's panting breaths. The game long forgotten.

The night was just beginning, but you knew that, beside him, time would just be a word.

Hoshi

The office was finally silent. After hours immersed in the group's new project, you and Hoshi were the last to leave. He stretched, intertwining his fingers above his head before casting a casual glance in your direction.

— Ready to go? — He asked, already walking ahead.

— Always. —  you replied, grabbing your bag and following him down the hallway.

Hoshi pressed the elevator button, but when the doors opened, he suddenly made a face as if he had just remembered something important.

— Oh, wait... I think we'd better take the stairs. I heard the elevator has been acting up lately. —  He scratched the back of his neck, his expression a mix of concern and amusement.

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical, not buying his excuse but also not protesting as he started heading toward the stairwell. Hoshi smiled innocently and began descending, still leading the way. You kept following him until, two floors down, he suddenly stopped and turned to you, biting back a mischievous smile.

— Already? — You crossed your arms, tilting your head to the side. — Couldn't keep up the lie for too long, huh?

He didn’t answer. Instead, in one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down a step, making you stumble slightly. Before you could regain your balance, his hands were firm on your waist, pressing your body against his. Hoshi leaned back against the railing, a playful glint in his eyes.

Before you could say anything, Hoshi leaned up, capturing your lips in a deep, yearning kiss. Stealthily, his palms slid along the sides of your waist until his fingers pressed firmly against your skin, keeping you close.

For a moment, the world around you disappeared, leaving only the heat of his body against yours, the intoxicating taste of his kiss. His touch became gentle again, filled with hidden intentions, but the way his fingertips moved was so light that you barely felt them creeping upward.

Not until he reached your chest, teasingly squeezing them.

You pulled away, breathless, your face flushed. Your heart pounded wildly as you opened your eyes again, only to find that satisfied smile on his lips. His scent, mixed with the faint, enclosed air of the stairwell, made your head spin slightly.

— You should know by now that I could never resist an opportunity like this. — He murmured, his voice low enough to send a shiver down your spine.

Your heart pounded against your ribs. You could feel his breath far too close to your skin – warm and enticing. The empty stairwell, the silence around you, the way he held your waist as if he had no intention of letting go… everything seemed to conspire against any chance of escape.

But did you really want to escape?

Woozi

You and Woozi had decided to have another one of those afternoons where you both worked on your own projects while enjoying each other's quiet company. His new comeback was approaching, and he still had many songs to work on, while you had to deal with the planning of this new project your boss had made you responsible for.

The room was immersed in a tranquil, almost dreamlike atmosphere. The soft strumming of Woozi’s guitar filled the space with an enchanting melody, blending with the sweet aroma of the warm cookies on the table.

At first, everything felt perfect. Your cup of your favorite drink was still warm between your fingers, and the ambiance seemed to conspire in your favor, helping you focus on the project assigned to you. But as the hours passed, the open pages on your laptop remained nearly untouched, the blinking cursor a cruel reminder that you weren’t even halfway through your planning.

A tired sigh escaped your lips, and Woozi, ever attentive, noticed. He stopped strumming, placing his guitar aside before standing up. His quiet steps didn’t immediately alert you, but soon you felt his firm yet gentle touch as he pulled your chair to turn you towards him.

Before you could question him, Woozi slid his hands around your waist, effortlessly lifting you, making a small laugh slip from your surprised lips. He didn’t say a word, simply carrying you in his arms toward the bed and laying you down gently on the mattress. His eyes met yours for a moment, a silent invitation reflected in the dark shimmer of his gaze.

He lay down beside you, pulling your leg over his hip, bringing your bodies closer. One of his hands traced slow, deliberate paths down your back, making your breath hitch. The kiss that followed was deep and sensual, filled with tenderness and intent. His tongue moved slowly against yours as his fingertips ghosted over your skin, coaxing you into relaxation in his arms.

You let your nails trail lazily down his abdomen, sending shivers across his skin, making him smile against your lips. Every touch was a silent promise that here, in his embrace, you could finally rest. The warmth of his body surrounded yours, and without even realizing it, your eyes began to close.

And just like that, clinging to him, you finally surrendered to sleep.

Dokeyom

You and your boyfriend were having yet another secret rendezvous at your place – just a night to binge-watch some random Netflix series while eating too much pizza and ice cream.

The house was filled with laughter, and footsteps hurried against the floor, as if, instead of a grown-up couple, two mischievous children had taken over the place. Every time you and Dokyeom were together, time seemed to rewind, and each date turned into a collection of questionable decisions and pure fun. The latest one? Play-fighting.

It all started harmlessly – a fierce battle for the TV remote. You grabbed it first, clutching it to your chest as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Dokyeom, with his usual mischievous grin, tried to snatch it from you, the two of you wrestling as if the fate of humanity depended on who would pick the next show.

What you didn’t realize, however, was that behind your boyfriend’s gentle and smiley nature, there was actual strength. And it was only when, in the blink of an eye, he grabbed your ankle with firm hands and pulled you down onto the couch that you understood how dangerous it had been to challenge him.

— Hey! — you exclaimed, trying to regain your balance, but it was too late.

Dokyeom laughed out loud, triumphant, and before you could turn around or come up with a counterattack, he was already on top of you. He pinned your wrists above your head with humiliating ease, his absurd strength contrasting with the bright, innocent smile he always carried.

— Did you really think you could win against me? — he teased, leaning in a little closer, his eyes sparkling with amusement. — You really shouldn’t underestimate me like that, sweetheart.

Your heart pounded – partly from the fight, partly because the sudden closeness between you made everything feel even more electrifying. Dokyeom held your wrists firmly but not tightly enough to hurt, and the way he hovered over you, his hair falling slightly over his eyes, made the world seem to slow down.

Dokyeom brushed his lips against yours, giving your lower lip a playful bite. You gasped against his mouth, and he finally took your lips in a gentle kiss, his tongue making its way into your mouth.

This kiss would be just like the others you’ve shared, but there was something different about this one – something more intense, something that sent shivers down your spine, that twisted into a familiar knot in the pit of your stomach, and all because of the way he’s manhandling you and pressing you into the couch effortlessly.

— I haven’t given up yet — you breathlessly challenged when he broke the kiss, squirming in an attempt to free yourself, but Dokyeom only laughed, tightening his fingers just a little around your wrists.

— Oh, really? Then convince me.

The challenge was set. And whatever the next bad decision of the night would be, one thing was certain – you two wouldn’t come out of this fight without consequences.

Mingyu

The kitchen was warm, filled with the aroma of spices and the soft sound of the knife slicing ingredients on the cutting board. Mingyu stood beside you, big and imposing, absentmindedly stirring the spoon inside the pan. But no matter how much he tried to focus on the food, he kept watching you – a gaze heavy with something intense, something that made your whole body tingle under his attention.

You tried to ignore it, continuing to chop the vegetables, but his presence was impossible to overlook. The way he moved, how his broad shoulders seemed to take up all the space around you, how the difference in size between you both became even more obvious every time he leaned in slightly to grab something from the counter.

And then, suddenly, you realized. His gaze wasn’t just a gaze. It was a warning.

Before you could react, Mingyu slid closer, his warm body brushing lightly against yours. He didn’t say anything – he simply pushed the scattered utensils and ingredients aside, clearing the counter. Your heart skipped a beat as you slowly turned to face him.

He was already there, too close, too tall, too broad, with those dark eyes locked onto yours.

Your stomach flipped when his hand found your waist, long fingers pressing firmly into the curve. But what truly caught you off guard was when he slipped his other hand under your leg, gliding up to the back of your knee before lifting you effortlessly.

A small gasp escaped your lips as your body was lifted as if it weighed nothing, and within seconds, you were seated on the counter, with Mingyu standing between your legs.

His warmth seemed to consume everything around you. Your breath was uneven, and you barely had time to say anything before he leaned in, his hands gripping your waist tighter as his lips met yours.

The kiss started slow, intense, as if he wanted to savor every second, as if he had waited too long for this. His lips were warm, firm against yours, and as the tension between you both grew, the kiss deepened, turning hungrier, more demanding.

Mingyu slid his fingers across your skin, holding you against him as if he didn’t want to let you go. His left hand trailed up to the base of your throat, his long fingers wrapping around it, applying just enough pressure for you to feel him there, but not enough to choke. Your body fit against his almost naturally, and the sensation of contrast – your height against his, his strength against your fragility – made your heart race even faster.

When he finally pulled back, your faces remained close, breaths mingling. Mingyu’s eyes were darker, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.

— Forget the food. — He murmured, his voice husky. — I have a better idea...

And before you could respond, he kissed you again, stealing any words that might have left your mouth.

Minghao

The deserted beach looked like a scene straight out of a dream – the sky painted in warm hues of orange and pink, the salty breeze caressing your skin, the sound of waves crashing softly against the sand. Minghao had chosen this place carefully, a secret hideaway where the world seemed to exist just for the two of you.

He stood in front of you, his gaze fixed on you with that intensity that always made your heart race. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his light pants, his posture relaxed, but his eyes said something else – he was having fun, and you knew that meant he was in a teasing mood.

— I have your present. — He announced, his velvety voice blending with the night breeze.

Your eyes sparkled with excitement, and you practically bounced in place, clasping your hands together like a child waiting for candy.

— Give it to me! Let me see! — You insisted, a wide smile spreading across your face.

Minghao let out a short, muffled chuckle, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek, the corner of his lips curving into an arrogant smirk. His gaze darkened slightly, glinting with veiled mischief as he replied:

— Beg me. — He answered. — Beg me, and maybe I’ll show you.

Your smile faltered for a second, weighing your options. Minghao loved this kind of game, and you knew the only way to win was to play along. So, slowly, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him a little closer.

Your eyes traveled up to his, softer than usual, and you blinked a few times, leaning slightly into him.

— Hao... — Your voice came out lower, almost a whisper.

He laughed, a low, amused sound, and squeezed your waist with one hand before shaking his head.

— I know what you’re doing, but it wont work. — His fingertips brushed along your jaw, tilting your face up slightly. His smirk deepened, a spark of anticipation dancing in his gaze. — I want you to beg for real.

The way he said it, with his voice slow and dripping with provocation, sent a delicious shiver down your spine. Minghao wanted you to truly beg, and judging by the way he looked at you – with that lazy smirk and the mischievous glint in his eyes – you knew he wouldn’t give in easily.

So, taking a deep breath, you leaned even closer, your arms still wrapped around his waist, your fingers tracing subtle patterns along the hem of his lightweight shirt. Your gaze lingered on his lips before slowly meeting his eyes again, filled with something deeper, something more genuine.

— Please, Hao… — Your voice was soft, almost a whisper, and your fingers pressed gently against his waist as if urging him closer. — Give it to me…

For a moment, time seemed to slow down. You saw his smirk falter slightly, his eyes darkening as he took in your words and the way you said them. Then, Minghao tilted his head to the side, his lips curling back into that satisfied smile.

He hummed, looking at you with a predatory glint in his eyes, and finally, he leaned in toward you.

The kiss started off slow, a delicious contrast to his earlier teasing. His lips met yours with patience, as if savoring every second, drinking in the taste of your surrender. But it didn’t take long for the softness to shift into something more intense—the rhythm picking up as he gripped your waist tighter, deepening the kiss.

His fingers traveled up your back, the light touches sending shivers through your skin as he pulled you even closer, as if trying to erase any space between you. You felt his breath mix with yours, the warmth of his body radiating through the thin fabric separating you.

When he finally pulled back, that same smirk lingered, but his eyes now held a different shine – less playful, more intense. He kept his hand tangled in your hair at the nape of your neck, keeping you tilted toward him, and rested his forehead against yours, his fingers still gripping your waist firmly.

— Now that’s more like it. — He murmured against your lips, his voice low and satisfied.

You smiled, breathless, your eyes shining with expectation.

— And my present?

Minghao let out a soft chuckle, sliding his hands down to your arms before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

— I’m already giving it to you.

Seungkwan

The court was empty at that hour, illuminated only by the tall lampposts scattered around the space. The scent of dry earth and freshly cut grass mixed with the night breeze, and the only sound besides the rustling of the trees was Seungkwan’s slightly quickened breath – and your quiet, satisfied laughter.

— Stop laughing. — He grumbled, crossing his arms, but the glint in his eyes betrayed that he wasn’t actually mad.

— I’m not laughing. — You lied shamelessly, holding back another chuckle as you watched him huff.

You had made a bet. Seungkwan, always competitive, had sworn he could make ten consecutive shots without missing a single one. Knowing his exaggerated confidence all too well, you had doubted him. What he hadn’t expected was to miss the very last attempt, and now he was standing there, staring at you with feigned indignation while you basked in your victory.

— Come on, admit it. I won. — You teased, tilting your head to the side. — I told you you couldn’t do it.

Seungkwan rolled his eyes, tossing the basketball away before stepping closer with slow, deliberate steps.

— So what? I missed a single shot, that means nothing. — He grumbled, his voice lower now, laced with that same playful provocation he always used to throw you off.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you held his gaze.

— On the contrary, it means you have to do whatever I want for a full minute.

Seungkwan raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms again as if weighing the idea. The problem was, despite his stubborn front, he already knew he was doomed. The way you looked at him, a mix of mischief and that touch of sweetness that always disarmed him, made his pride waver just a little.

— And what do you want? — He asked, wetting his lips before looking at you more challengingly.

You took a step forward, closing the distance between you until you could feel the warmth of his body despite the cool night breeze. Your fingers trailed slowly up the fabric of his shirt, stopping at the collar.

— You know. — Your voice came out soft, almost a whisper.

Seungkwan let out a short breath through his nose, as if frustrated with himself for giving in so easily, but the way his shoulders relaxed betrayed the truth.

— You’re impossible. — He murmured, and then, before you could respond, he pulled you in by the collar of his own shirt, his lips meeting yours with the perfect mix of urgency and teasing.

The kiss started firm, dominated by his competitive nature, as if he was proving a point. But then, as the seconds passed, the initial tension melted away, giving way to something more genuine. The rhythm slowed, his lips moving against yours more languidly, the heat of his touch consuming every part of you.

Seungkwan cupped your face with both hands, his thumbs brushing over your skin as he deepened the kiss with a satisfied sigh. He had wanted to tease you, but in the end, he was always the one who got lost first.

When he pulled away, his eyes still closed, he took a moment before finally speaking, his voice a little husky:

— I bet you cheated.

— You missed all on your own, babe. I had nothing to do with it. — You laughed, resting your forehead against his.

He opened his eyes, narrowing them slightly before smirking. — Best out of three.

— If I win again, will you kiss me again?

Seungkwan let out a dramatic sigh, but the smile still lingered, hidden at the corner of his lips. — You’re not gonna win.

But judging by the way he was already pulling you toward the ball, you knew he wouldn’t mind losing again.

Vernon

It was only the first month of your relationship with Vernon, and you were already sure he was everything you could ever want: fun, funny, kind, and even a little shy. But there was a problem.

The kiss… or rather, the lack of one.

Vernon always came up with excuses whenever you had the chance to be alone, and it was starting to seem like he preferred anything over kissing you. So when he invited you over for a movie night at his place… you were surprised, to say the least. Was it finally going to happen? Did he want to make it special?

Everything was perfectly set up, the dim lighting in the living room making the atmosphere even cozier – and more romantic. You and Vernon were sitting on the couch, a forgotten bucket of popcorn beside you, while the movie played on the screen. You were the one who picked the film, excited by its premise – TikTok edits – but before you even pressed play, Vernon had already commented:

 — I'm pretty sure I saw some bad reviews about this one…

You ignored him, more focused on other things than the movie. But as the minutes passed and nothing you expected happened the slow-paced plot and forced dialogues started to weigh down. Boredom filled the air. You sighed, resting your head against the back of the couch, and without realizing it, you started playing with the soft strands at the nape of his neck, gently twisting them between your fingers.

Vernon, on the other hand, was distracted, his eyes on the screen, but when you started bouncing your leg non-stop, he smirked, recognizing your restlessness. He didn’t say anything, simply enjoying your impatience in silence.

— This movie is so boring — you huffed impatiently after a few more minutes.

Vernon let out a low chuckle and turned to you, murmuring teasingly: — I told you so.

You huffed again, sinking into the soft couch, but Vernon was more cunning than he seemed, and you barely noticed his warm breath approaching your neck in the dimly lit living room. A shiver ran down your spine as he leaned in closer, lightly rubbing his nose along your neck before leaving a soft kiss on your skin. A mischievous smile immediately formed on your lips.

Slowly, you tilted your head to the side, and your eyes locked on his. For a second, everything faded into the background – the forgotten movie, the justified bad reviews, the untouched popcorn. Vernon still had that playful smile on his lips when you leaned in, and he welcomed you eagerly.

It started slow and comfortable, filled with repressed longing. Vernon gripped the back of your neck firmly, deepening the kiss. You gripped the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer to you. Sensing that, Vernon swiftly slid his free hand down to your ass, pulling you onto his lap with a strong, quick motion.

The movie kept playing on the TV, but your attention was on something far more interesting.

Dino

Your boyfriend had to cancel the dinner you were supposed to have because of the rehearsal for his solo launch, but he felt bad about rescheduling with you, knowing how much those moments meant to you – he also didn’t want to be away from you that night. That’s why he invited you to watch the rehearsal.

The muffled sound of the music still reverberated in the air as Dino monitored each step of the choreography in the mirror like a hawk. During the rehearsal, he barely took his eyes off you. Every movement of yours, every reaction, every subtle and hurried touch during the breaks between the clean-up of the choreography seemed to carry something more, an intensity and veiled yearning between the two of you.

And you felt every furtive glance he cast your way, sensing something growing between you, something irresistible.

Now, at the end of the session, the mood was different. The empty room and the sudden silence seemed to make the atmosphere more tense. Dino approached you unexpectedly, his steps firm, almost challenging. He stopped right in front of you, and in a swift movement, he pushed you against the door, trapping you between his body and the cold wood. His gaze was full of intensity, as if he was measuring the moment with precision.

His lips were close to yours, the heat of his body radiating onto you. The pressure of his presence was almost physical, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest, but you also felt a delicious shiver, as if the air around you had changed in temperature.

Time seemed to slow down as he looked into your eyes, trying to gauge if you were ready for the next step, for what had yet to be said. His usual confident smile was now tinged with something more mysterious, something deeper, something between provocation and anticipation.

Dino tilted his head, his eyes locked on yours, and you felt as though the air around you was condensed into a single point of tension. He lowered his voice, almost whispering, and his words were laden with something you could barely understand:

— You know what I want, don’t you?

The question lingered in the air, like a provocation and a promise. He moved closer, his body pressed against yours, and you felt the intensity of his presence like never before. Dino held your chin, tilting your head to the side, and let a couple of kisses and light bites along your neck.

You deeply gasped, feeling the heat of his body against yours. He hid his smile in the crook of your neck, lifted his head up, locking his eyes on yours again, then bit your lower lip, making you whimper softly.

— The others… — you started, but Dino cut your words off before you could continue.

— There’s no one here anymore, beauty — he murmured on your lips, and in the next second, he took your lips in a hungry kiss.

In the first weeks, he might have some difficulty adapting to someone else in his house (he won't say a thing though, even if you leave fingerprints on his flawless fridge surface or decide to keep your underwear in a drawer that's clearly for t-shirts). He just hates the idea of leaving you uncomfortable in what's supposed to be your house too now.

And then he'll see you cutely sleeping on your new shared bed every morning before going to work and all of that's forgotten. It's worth it anyway. He’ll look at you with the biggest dreamy eyes, taking in your carefree and slightly messy state and feel so at home - and suddenly there’s nothing he wants to complain about.

As you lay your feet by the coffee table, Seungcheol’s eyes seem to widen, but he inhales deeply, trying not to think much about it. His skilful hands slowly snake around your legs, softly moving them to his own lap, patting the skin with a small grin. As you smile back at him, satisfied with the romantic gesture, he sighs lowly in relief, looking back and forth between you and the now free coffee table.

Jeonghan

Moves in with you after making you insist for months (he actually has been wanting that for a long while but wanted you to beg before he eventually did it).

The moment he steps into your now shared apartment, he'll feel instantly at home. So yes, he WILL absolutely take your things off their places to put his without any ceremony.

During the first weeks, he might play some tricks and pranks, hiding away your things just to have you looking around for them (he thinks it's adorable).

His total absolute weakness is when you cook. He gets giggly and happy and could admire you for hours while you cook in your kitchen, he's just a simp for the domesticity of it and loves that you're taking care of you both.

“Hannie, have you seen my heart-shaped earrings? I could’ve sworn I left them in the dresser!” You look out carefully through the furniture, grabbing your hair in frustration and sighing.

“Heart-shaped earrings? I might have seen them somewhere, but I just can’t remember where…” He smiles mischievously, admiring the way you’re leaning to search for them so exasperated as he fidgets with your earrings in his hand

Joshua:

He’s the one who asks you to live with him during a special moment between you too - in a certain way, he was trying to be romantic, but he also really wanted to leave the dorms anyways (lol).

As soon as you both set in, he tries to show you exactly how he usually does things, so that you won’t be lost or confused (also because he just really has his own routine and habits and can be quite methodical :p)

He’s got his own space in the house, full of plants, pottery, etc. It’s where he usually goes when he wants some time to think - and yes, he’ll totally encourage you to use it too or maybe set up your own little space.

Hear me out: SCENTED CANDLES. Those are his best friends, and he’ll surely have one for each special moment. You’re cooking together? He’ll light the tangerine and sandalwood one; Cuddling? Jasmine and vanilla; Making out? Pomegranate and red pepper coming right away.

Overall just loves being close to you on a daily basis so that he can take care of you and all your needs. Plus, he's sooo organized and clean. Everything is always in order and smelling good in your house.

“Are you good, darling?” He asks, seeing you curled up on the couch.

“Just migraines…” You shrug it off. Joshua looks at you worried, but also full of determination to help you.

“Hey, I’ve seen this new massage method for that, let me take care of you…” He says before pulling you closer with the most tender smile. “I can make you some tea too.”

Jun:

He’ll be slightly confused during the first weeks. The first time he sees underwear that’s not his in the dryer, he might go “?” for a couple of seconds before letting out a “Ahh, true, true” with a relieved sigh and a small smile, going back to whatever he was doing.

Will absolutely take some souvenirs and small memoirs from the sets of his dramas and movies to your house, displaying them proudly - and as you start setting in, he’ll cautiously ask if you don’t want to display some things from your own hobbies as well, just to make sure you’re also feeling at home. 

Jun will absolutely cook a whole home-made dinner the day you move in with him. Just the two of you, the boxes of your belongings all around and a boiling bowl on the dinner table as he eyes you expectantly and adoringly, waiting for you to taste the food he took so effort on, even if he won’t exactly admit that. 

“ The recipe kind of asked for green onions, but I didn’t put them in…” He shrugs, tasting the stew while giving you a side glance, as if waiting for your reaction.

“Oh, because I don’t like them? You remembered it?” You ask back, smiling thankfully as Jun’s eyes light up, half pride and half loving.

“Of course, since I’ll be cooking for you a lot more from now on…”

Hoshi:

His eyes will literally sparkle the moment you mention anything remotely close to “living together” and then that’ll literally turn into his life mission. He’ll come up with this all the time until you finally decide to move in with him (he’ll be so enthusiastic when that day comes).

Like, what do you mean he’ll be able to annoy you and banter with you 24/7? That’s a “yes” for him, thank you very much. He also just likes the concept of seeing you in all natural states possible way too much. 

Similar to Jeonghan, he will also be very comfortable with the situation the moment you set in. His brain won’t take much to process that now your things are also his and his things are also yours, so he will be using and touching whatever he sees through the house as if it’s always been there in the first place.

One of his favorite things to do will be definitely coming up with a speaking voice for his dog, using it to communicate with you playfully when he wants something.

“Oh someone’s in a bad mood, right dad?” Hoshi coos, holding poor Latte on the level of his head, facing you.

“Really, Soonyoung, this is not the time to play around.” You answer, trying to remain serious.

“But mom, dad swears he didn’t do it on purpose when he forgot to separate the colored and white clothes on the washing machine!” He whines again in a high-pitch voice, shaking Latte slightly

“Damn…Fine, but just because you’re way too cute…” You mutter, sighing and scooting closer. Hoshi hands Latte in your direction, expecting her to lick your face, but you surprise him as you dodge the dog, going straight for his own lips.

Wonwoo:

You’ll be the first one to suggest moving in, but it isn’t as if he hadn’t already thought about the idea. Quite a lot, actually.

Wonwoo might worry to get you extremely comfortable in his home, knowing that his own habits might not be the most fit for you, but still trying to accommodate your own routines together. He’ll constantly ask you if you need anything before he dozes off to his room to play, and he’ll make sure he organizes his stuff properly before you move in so that you’ll have a lot of space to junk your stuff in.

Despite being slightly nervous when you first started moving in, in a few weeks he will realize that really, it’s all fine. You’ll be in the living room doing whatever it is that you want while he games the evening away, and that’ll take much less to worry than he previously thought it would.

“What about ordering some pizza?” You suggest, head laying on Wonwoo’s lap, eyes not leaving the sight of the book in your hands. You sense your boyfriend adjusting himself slightly before answering, his eyes not leaving his own book either.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll get it delivered for us.” He mutters, finally closing his book to grab his phone, taking a quick glance at your focused look below him, a soft smile threatening to break on his lips as he sighs in contentment.

Woozi:

The second you accept moving in with him, he’ll be arranging space in his indoor gym for you to put whatever you want in there; after all, if he’s not working, he’ll probably be working out in there, and he’d love to have you in the same room, doing what fits you best.

Despites that, he’ll make sure that you both have your two separate spaces in the house; maybe different bathrooms and different wardrobes. The thing is, he’s so busy, and his things can get dirty, but he doesn’t want to burden you with that. Solution? He dirties his own bathroom, and you can enjoy your own clean and pretty one.

I also feel like he might have a very minimalistic, and empty place, not much furnished or decorated, so he’ll love it when you start making yourself at home, hanging over small decorations or pictures on the wall. It’ll make him feel more cozy, and surrounded by you.

During the first days, he might be making some jokes and puns about you living together with him, but during the second week he’ll be already used to it as if you guys have been living together for years now. 

“Babe, can you get me my headphones in my bedroom?” He asks cautiously as he sees you moving in that direction, before cracking up a small smile in realization “Oops, I mean our bedroom”. You nod, leaving the room, listening to him chuckling softly by himself at his own little comment.

DK:

He’s so thrilled by the idea of living together he might as well just move to your house, plus, he doesn’t want you to pass through the burden of having to move all your stuff.

Literally sooo excited about it, he’s another one to cook you a “welcome to the living-together life” dinner, as he clumsily adjusts himself to the placement of things in your kitchen. He’ll bump into some stuff and search for utensils he literally just placed away before smiling sheepishly at you, promising that dinner’s going to be ready as soon as he gets to understand your kitchen’s layout. 

In the first days, he’ll be so cautious not to disrupt the organization of your house, always asking whether he can set his things where he wants to, or asking politely where do you keep the toilet paper, or the cleaning supplies.

But he’ll soon have your whole house all mapped out in his mind, and as soon as you realize, you’ll be the one asking him where the things are (lol).

He’ll take sooo good care of your shared house. He’ll preserve it and happily do the chores, knowing that he’s simply letting your own little space more cozy for you both to enjoy. 

“Hey, love, sorry to ask again…but can I use that smaller pan that’s in the oven?” He shyly asks, hoping to cook you both a meal.

“Dokyeom, for god’s sake, it’s your house too. Of course you can use it.” You smile back at him, trying to reassure him for the nth time this week. 

“Oh, that’s true…” He chuckles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks flush to the sound of your words “I keep on forgetting that”

Mingyu:

He’d happily move in with you, but you decide to go to his house and he just accepts it. Be prepared not to move an inch during moving day - he’ll carry all your boxes, suitcases and basically anything you want to shove into his apartment. 

Mingyu will also help you place every single one of your belongings, making sure that you get to decide where you want your things to be, but at the same time having some control over the changes in his own space. He’ll explain to you where things are so thoroughly that you’ll never have trouble finding anything.

He’s very likely to have a sappy moment while glancing at your toothbrushes together by the sink, internally loving the way your personal belongings are now sharing the same space (and so are you!)

“Okay, let’s order something to eat, baby” He sits down exhausted, sweating slightly after spending the whole day unpacking your stuff around.

“Oh, but I thought you would…cook for us. Like you always do.” You admit shyly, naturally expecting your top-chef boyfriend to serve you your very first domestic scene together.

“I will, baby, everyday, don’t worry about that.” He winks playfully. “But today I’m spent…” He sighs and you laugh softly, appreciating Mingyu’s pouty face.

Minghao:

I feel like Minghao is likely to ask you both to move together, so that you two can decide where you want to live, how the apartment will look like, how to organize it, etc.

And he’ll have MANY opinions, don’t doubt it. Minghao wants his home to look like a home, to display both yours and his personality on the walls (and if it depends on him, your apartment is going to be super sophisticated and elegant, damn you for being so aesthetically aware Xu Minghao!)

He’s also very organized and totally in favor of you having your own personal spaces to unwind. 

One of his favorite things about living together is getting to share his quiet hobbies with someone else, more specifically things that he could do by himself, but that could be much more pleasant if you were by his side - such as having tea ceremonies, painting, reading or just watching a movie.

“Darling, I’m going to meditate for a while, so if you could turn the TV volume down a little, please…” He asks politely, head peeking at the bedroom door frame. As you nod readily, Minghao stops to think a little, looking at you again with a gentle smile. “Actually, would you like to join me?”

Seungkwan:

If he's the one moving in with you, he'll judge the way you do things in your house (like what do you mean you keep your underwear in the second drawer of the dresser!? everyone knows it's supposed to be kept on the first one!), but if you move in with him, he'll carefully show you all around as if it was a big tour or a tutorial of 'how to live in here' - which might be totally cute 

Will totally make you watch sports with him. It doesn't matter if it's the most obscure sports team playing the most random sport you've ever seen, he'll watch it (and so will you!).

He'll try to explain to you how the game works, but at any hints of questions or doubts he'll either 1- explain to you overly-dramatically as if you were a five y.o or 2- say "nevermind, sweetie, you'll understand it better as the match goes on"

“But Seungkwan....I already know your house, I've been here countless times!” You mutter as he keeps on making a sort of MCing voice to present every corner of his apartment to you. 

“ sHUT UP, so, here's where we keep the toilet paper…”

Vernon:

Guy's a little messy, so when you finally move into his place, he'll try to tone it down for a while. He won't necessarily clean up everything, but he'll probably refrain from, I don't know, leaving his wet towel in the bed. For your sake, at least.

Hansol's said to make tons of online shopping and not even opening them when they arrive, only stocking numerous boxes of trinkets. Well, hear me out, his love language is that when you start living with him, he'll start online shopping for you too! He found something cute online? Totally buying it for you. Don't get too excited though, you'll never see those presents, because as soon as they arrive, they're going to the long pile of unopened deliveries (he probably won't even remember that he bought anything in the first place, but the thought still counts, right?)

I just feel like he also would like to have his own space, even if you're living together, so it won't be strange if you spend the whole afternoon in the bedroom and him in the living room, doing your own things.....but yeah, he will be down to cuddling given the chance, no need to ask twice

“Sollie, what’s this…?” You carefully shake one of the dozens of boxes in your living room. 

“Hm…” He ponders. “It might either be a Sponge Bob cutlery set or a pair of flip flops. Not sure.” Hansol murmurs, a little pensative. You roll your eyes, opening the box impatiently only to be surprised by a beautiful and seemingly expensive perfume kit. “Oh, yep, that’s for you.” He smiles softly, taking in the gift he bought a couple of months ago, and had totally forgotten about.

Dino:

He’s so happy and excited about it, you literally have to stop and tell him that you can’t actually move in together at the spot, but actually plan and organize this stuff.

Chan might just want to get a completely new place for you both. A space that’ll truly be new and fully yours. 

He’ll totally let you decide on most things regarding the new place. Not because he doesn’t care, or because he doesn’t want to work on it, but because he actually wants the whole place to be filled with you and your taste. So yes, just decide it and he’ll make it work.

You will be spoiled. If you ever mention that you like a specific snack, or a fruit, or any type of beverage, you’ll wake up to a fridge dramatically filled with it the next day. 

It’ll only dawn on him that you’re actually living together when he sees you doing something incredibly domestic like cleaning something or walking around in your loungewear, and then his heart WILL flutter, believe me. 

“Woah… I must be really lucky.” He mutters to himself while lazily lying on the couch, seeing you walk around the apartment in your pajamas.

“What did you say?” You call out from the other room.