off on cloud nine

you and jongho had met late into university, meeting through mutual friends. neither of you could deny how quickly the two of you clicked with each other, or how charged the air felt after a few drinks. it was no surprise when jongho ended up in your dorm room, lightly teasing you as he fucked you until you could no longer form coherent sentences. at some point, you had lost count of the amount of bruises he left on you, and the amount of times you had cummed for each other.

the morning after the hook up, and a small discussion later— neither of you felt ready, or compelled really, to jump right into a relationship. the commitment of it all appealed to neither of you. instead, you proposed that you’d remain friends with benefits. jongho couldn’t argue with that, especially if that meant seeing you more than most people.

there were only two rules for your arrangement; no cuddling, and to have fun. other than that, anything else was fair game, even people knowing about it was on the table.

the last couple years have been filled with raunchy, and downright sinful texts, many late night escapades, and the two of you knowing the layout of each other’s home as if it was your own.

now, jongho was breaking the very first rule… you rest your head on top of his as he lays soft kisses along your collarbone.

this wasn’t the first time he’s broken the rule. it was slow, but steadily over the last year, he would stay a little longer, his friendly touches would linger, and he would look at you kind of… weirdly. almost as if you were something he couldn’t have.

which wasn’t entirely wrong. you were friends first, fuck buddies second. you enjoyed the friendship you shared— the hours you’d ramble on about a new interest, him playing league of legends and forcing you to watch, (he wanted you to feel included), and the karaoke nights you felt he was made for. it’s rare for you to jell so well with someone, and you’re afraid to lose that if you were to ever cross a line.

there were nights where he would jokingly ask if you had a partner yet, knowing that you’d still see other people from time to time. and when you’d say no, he’d look away for a moment before saying, “well, that needs to change. it’s a good thing you and i are both single..”

you push his arm playfully, laughing lightly in your tired state. he laughed, too, wearing a blush of his own. he was joking, of course, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that a part of him was being sincere.

sometimes you played with the idea, though: imagining the two of you on dates together, going to couples only events, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

you stop your daydreaming when imaginary you says i love you for the first time.

you would shake your head at yourself, a little frustrated with how easily you let yourself get carried away.

even now, you shake a mental fist to yourself, as if telling yourself to get a grip. jongho makes you feel good in more ways than one, sure. but loving him… like that…? that felt almost too much for you to bare.

what a lively night tonight was: you had only been at the local bar for a few hours, and everyone seemed hammered. the music was loud, the drinks were constant, and the people were rowdy— it definitely felt like a saturday night.

you had came with your friends to let off some steam from an especially tiring work week. it seemed like each and every one of you were put through the ringer at your respective jobs. but it was finally the weekend! and you all planned to drink and dance to forget what’s to come monday morning (work! again!). you had been using the buddy system up until now, your buddy being spurred off by a beautiful stranger some time ago. you made sure to keep an eye on them, though, even in your buzzed state.

you were waiting for your drink of choice to be made, choosing to stay close to the bar. you drew little circles onto the wooden surface as you waited, your mind seeming to forget you had your phone to occupy you.

in this moment with yourself, you reflect on the last three hours; there were a few people you had recognized that came out tonight, none that you felt especially close to. there was a group of men that had came in sometime after you that had caught your attention. all of them were stupidly attractive— there wasn’t a single one of them that had you thinking otherwise. it felt impossible to witness, but you were suddenly grounded in reality when you recognized a few of them, especially jongho.

you had seen pictures of him with his friends, but seeing them in person? it had you staring when they first came in. when you still had a buddy, you had gone up to jongho to say hello, even chatting a little bit before parting ways. you had said polite hellos to his friends, although not staying long to chat. your focus had been on jongho, who seemed to fit in perfectly with such a beautiful group of men. sometimes you would try to find him in the crowd, finding him downing shot after shot with enthusiastic vigor. he was definitely in his element.

the bartender slides you your drink with a smile before moving on to the next patron. you just barely touch the glass before you feel a hand graze the small of your back. you whip around, an insult on the tip of your tongue before sighing and relaxing fully.

“god, jongho!” you punch his shoulder lightly before grabbing your drink, “if you were anyone else, i would’ve cussed you out!!” you laugh a little, still trying to shake off the spike of adrenaline that shot through you.

jongho holds up his hands defensively, laughing lightly with you, apologizing, “i thought you would! you looked like you wanted to slap me, actually.” he’s never seen you look like that before… he makes note never to do it again.. lest he be slapped.

he stands next to you instead, almost shoulder to shoulder with you, “did your friends abandon you, too?”

you scoff a little, yet unable to hide your smile, taking a small sip from your drink. yummy!

“no, they’re just… preoccupied, is all.” you say with a wave of your hand, now looking out into the sea of strangers. jongho follows it, elbows propping him onto the bar, “it looks like they’re with my friends…”

you chuckle softly, back resting against the bar. he was right— each one seemed to have found their handsome stranger. you chance a glance at jongho: even in the dark, you could see the rosey hue his neck and face have taken. you’re a bit surprised with how sober he seemed, but he’s always been able to take his alcohol well.

“what brought you over here, though?” you ask with a slight tilt of your head.

he shrugs a little, “i wanted to dance with you.”

you feel your face flush a bit, instantly deciding to blame the alcohol. “and you didn’t think to ask me like a normal person?”

jongho laughs heartily, as if that’s the funniest thing you’ve told him, “no, i actually thought of dropping down on one knee, taking your hand and asking ‘would you do me the absolute pleasure of entertaining me this fine evening?’” he muses mockingly, his voice twinging into a posh accent. you giggle with him, rolling your eyes a little, “if you did that, i’d definitely say yes.” you joke as you sip some of your drink.

jongho’s gaze on you narrows a little, then looks away with an almost devilish smile.

he swiftly plucks your drink from you, almost spilling it. before you protest, he takes a couple gulps from it before setting it back down on the bar, taking your colder hand in his and leaning in closer. “would you do me the absolute pleasure of dancing with me, ______?” even with the music blasting, you could hear the faint rasp in his voice. his eyes were eager, pupils blown wide. you almost crumple under his gaze— his intensity sending a shiver down your spine. you nod almost too fast, forgetting you had a drink in the first place.

jongho’s smile inches wider, now pulling you towards the dance floor.

once on the dance floor, a sensual, but upbeat song starts to play, instantly making you sway your hips to the music. you feel entranced into the beat as jongho stands across from you, his hand barely grazing your waist. your body moves on its own— sensually dragging your hands across your body with a newfound confidence. your eyes lock on jongho’s as he dances with you, matching your energy.

you knew he had moves, but it seemed like he was enticing you with how his body moved, inviting you to get closer to him…

by the end of the song, you were on each other— your back pressed to his chest as he stood behind you, hands running along your sides and the front of your legs with your hands settling on top of his forearms. you felt sexy— desirable with jongho. he was the only one who could bring this side out of you so easily. the alcohol definitely helped, though.

your dirty dancing continues for a few more songs before you finally grip the collar of jongho’s shirt, crashing your lips with his. you pull away, letting his bottom lip go from your teeth. your lips graze his ear when you lean in, rasping softly, “let’s go and take care of this,” you grind your thigh against his hard on, earning a low, surprised groan from him, “my place or yours?”

“mine.” he mutters back with a giddy grin you couldn’t quite see. you link your hand with his as he takes you off the dance floor, hooking your arm in his once you’re out the door of the bar.

his bedroom door slams open, the tangled mess of you two landing harshly on the bed with a bounce. jongho detaches from you to quickly shut the door while you readjust yourself on the bed. you were about to take off your outer layer of clothing until you were stopped, strong hands on your wrists.

“let me do it.” he says, but it comes out as a command. your hands settle on the bed as jongho starts peeling off your clothing. he was slow, and deliberate with each article, running his hands along newly revealed skin as if it’s a blessing that he’s seeing it.

you snort a little at his silent praise, “you’ve seen me hundreds of times jjong.. what’s so different now?”

he looks up at you with an unreadable expression. he almost looked.. serious.

“am i not allowed to appreciate your body?” answering a question with a question.. classic. his hand runs over a bruise he had left from a previous session, kissing it, “every part of you deserves to be worshipped. otherwise i shouldn’t be here.”

you blush, feeling the sincerity of his actions and words. your gut feeling was telling you that today would be different than the other times you two had sex.

once he had you down to your undergarments, he pauses, admiring your physique. you squirm, somewhat restless. jongho notices, humming out a chuckle as he gets off the bed to get on his knees, grabbing you by the hips and making you yelp a bit when he pulls you to the edge of the bed. “alright, alright, i’ll stop admiring your perfect self and just go straight into fucking you.”

your eyebrows furrow in confusion, his demeanor change throwing you for a loop. when he pulls down your underwear, you wonder what exactly has gotten into him. usually, he was meaner, and rougher with you. he’d call you all sorts of names and make you beg for his dick. even with the cold air causing you to shiver, you wonder what else jongho was hiding.

jongho’s tongue darts out, licking his lips at the sight of you. he squeezes your thighs before spreading them open to fit comfortably in between them. he hikes one over his shoulder as he spreads your lips open. he couldn’t help the groan that left him, sounding as if he was dying of thirst.

“goddamn, i missed your pussy.”

your thighs twitch, wanting to close but can’t. “you just saw it a few days ago.” you quip instead.

with his thumb, he swipes a stripe up your slit, “don’t care. i would eat it every day if you’d let me.”

your teeth catches your bottom lip as he seeps his thumb into your folds, making wide circles around your clit. you finally lay down, your hands tangling into his hair as his circles become more precise.

he knew just how to get you going— you moan softly, unintentionally bringing jongho’s head a little more forward towards your cunt. he lets out a warm laugh before teasing your entrance with his middle finger.

“you’re already so wet for me, ______. i could slip into you so easily.” was he talking about his fingers or dick..?

“then why don’t you?” you look down at him, trying to act nonchalant, but clearly trying to steady your breathing.

jongho smiles that gummy smile you’ve come to adore, although this one felt menacing.

“i like to take my time, baby.” the circles on your clit become faster, your back starting to arch off the bed. “but it’s also fun to watch you squirm.” he adds before sliding two of his thick fingers inside you, the base of his fingers hitting against you with a small bump.

“fuck— finally!” you’re almost relieved with the somewhat sudden change of pace. he fucked you with a strength you were familiar with, but never got tired of. you cry out and moan out his name as you grew closer to your climax, your legs starting to squeeze around him.

jongho leans in and flicks his tongue over your clit, giving it quick kitten licks as he drove his finger into you. it didn’t take much longer for you to unravel, feeling that familiar snap has you cum on his fingers. jongho laps up what he could, but continues to thrust his fingers into you.

you reach down, trying to push him away with a soft whimper, “that’s— it’s too much!”

unfortunately for you, he’s sturdy, and has no plans of stopping. in fact, he seems to be going harder, sucking on your swollen bud to entice another orgasm out of you.

the grip you had on his hair was sure to give him a headache later, gripping it as if it was a life line. he groans and grunts against your pussy, the vibrations from it bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm.

“c’mon, cum. i know my pretty baby wants to.” jongho briefly pops up to say before stooping back down, curling and pounding his fingers with a ferocity you hadn’t felt for a while. his pet names didn’t go unnoticed, either. it made your heart swell— it felt like you belonged to him, in someway. his kind praises almost felt better than his degrading ones.

almost.

“jongho, i’m gonna—!” you see stars as yet another orgasm is ripped from you so quickly. they dance in front of your eyes for a bit before fading away.

jongho takes the opportunity to finally pull out his fingers, licking his very well coated fingers. he unbuckles and unbuttons his pants, kicking them off with his boxers as he goes over to his night stand.

“no..” you call out weakly, shakily propping yourself up on your elbows.

he looks at you, almost concerned, “no?”

“it’s fine..” you mumble. it wasn’t like you to go without a condom, but tonight, you felt a little adventurous. you crawl over to him and tug at the hem of his shirt, “you forgot something…”

his worried look fades, returning to a more lighthearted one, “i was going to take it off,” he slips onto the bed, straddling your waist, “but someone stopped me.”

“i did not,” you huff up at him, the buzz of the alcohol and overall tiredness creeping into you, “i’m actually reminding you to take it off.”

jongho scoffs a little with a chuckle, “shut up and flip on your stomach.”

you let him shuffle down some before you flip over, ass up. jongho grins to himself— you weren’t even his, yet he’s trained you so well.

he gives your ass a resounding smack, a cry comes from you that immediately melts into a moan. this was the jongho you were used to seeing. he firmly grabs both cheeks, slapping the other with just as much force as the first. you couldn’t help the soft whimper that escapes you, now gripping at the bed sheets.

jongho smooths his hands over your ass, squeezing a few times before kissing its curve. he peppers kisses down your back and at the base of your neck, squeezing your ass still. he nips at your ear before muttering into it, “do you like it when i’m nice to you? when i treat you like royalty?”

his hand finds your folds once again, gripping your hip with the other, “or should i just use you as my cock sleeve? ‘nd make you beg for my cock?”

you shiver under him, despite the immense warmth you also feel. both sides of jongho were doing numbers on you. plus, it didn’t help that you were still buzzed, it being hard to make a sound decision. as your mind scrambles for an answer, jongho bites at the base of your neck, making you moan softly.

“..both,” you finally say, “i like both sides of you.”

he licks over the bite with a soft chuckle, “mm, my, aren’t you a greedy little thing.” he sits up, grabbing his dick and rubbing its tip along your slit, “if i didn’t know any better,” he presses the tip inside you, without warning, “i would think that you wanted all of me..”

you bite your lip, trying to suppress some of the moan that bubbled out of you. it felt like it took forever, but you were finally getting what you so desperately wanted.

“please.. jongho.” you beg, almost pathetically. “i need you— more of you.”

he lets out a soft groan, feeling you tighten around what little was in you. all he really wanted to do was pound into you until you couldn’t speak anymore— where the only thoughts you had were of him and how good you were making him feel. and, secretly, that you and him were meant to be together.

he grabs one of your cheeks as he pumps his tip in and out of you. “the ______ i know can beg a hell of a lot better than that.” he squeezes the cheek he’s holding, “beg like you mean it, ______.”

you couldn’t help but groan frustratedly, “god— jongho, you’re right there!!” you try and shimmy your hips down on him, but receive a smack in reply, making you wince. you feel tears pricking your eyes, your selfish need to be fucked senseless was overwhelming.

“please, please, jjong. i need your cock— your dick— you, i need you so, so bad! i’ve been so good, fuck—” you feel a sharp pain shoot through you before it fades into pleasure, nearly lurching forward into jongho’s headboard.

he bottomed out immediately, face absolutely flushed, but wore a proud smirk. there was no way anyone else was making you feel this good.

he lets out a satisfied sigh as you clench around him, adjusting to him. without a condom, he could feel how deliciously you kept him inside you, and the slickness of your walls.

jongho pounds into you at an ungodly pace, messily, but with power you felt you haven’t experienced in a while. you cling helplessly to the bedding as he uses you, consistently brushing up against your g-spot. your lewd sounds mixed with his, creating a synchronized harmony that neither of you had anticipated.

you force yourself on your elbows, looking over your shoulder— the sight of him has you clenching around him impossibly more: his typically well kept hair was jostled—messy beyond recognition, his skin glistening in a thin sheet of sweat, his right hand adorned with a watch grips your hip, while the other stays on your ass. you feel yourself arch your back more, your orgasm already building up to its peak.

before you could even announce that you were coming, jongho pulls out and flips you on your back. grabbing the back of your knees, he picks them up, and bends you into a mating press.

“hold them.”

you follow his command instantly, holding your legs slightly wider as well.

he settles his arms in between you, them being at both sides of your torso, then slips into you once again with practiced ease. your eyes roll back from the depth, at how delicious it was. his hips slammed into yours with such intensity that you were almost scared that he’d snap his bed in two. or, more importantly, you.

your grip on your legs tighten, moaning out jongho’s nickname loud enough for his neighbors to hear. he leans down, kissing your collarbone before going ‘fuck it’ and crashing his lips into yours. the two of you making out was messy and uncoordinated, but passionate without a doubt. it spurs him to go impossibly faster, exploring your mouth as he reaches down, pressing hurried circles on your clit.

this was so much— you almost can’t take it.

“jjong, i—“

“do it.” his voice sounding hoarse. “cum for me, baby.”

on cue, you cum, nearly screaming his name. jongho hastily pulls out, your name on his tongue as he cums all over your chest and stomach.

you go limp, and jongho wants to join you. instead, he rolls off of you, grabbing his boxers, “i’ll be right back, ______.” he reassures you with a smile before leaving the room.

you lay there, exhausted and somewhat dizzy. you weren’t sure why you didn’t want to use a condom, or why jongho was acting different, but you were glad that it happened.

jongho comes back a few minutes later, giggling softly at you.

“you look like a starfish..”

you turn your head to look at him, eyes narrowing but held no malice, “yeah, because someone shot their load on my chest! i didn’t want any of it to get on the bed.” you had tried to swipe up any droplets while he was away.

his smile softens, turning into an appreciative one, “how considerate of you..”

you huff, returning your gaze to the ceiling, “remind me never to be nice to you ever again.”

jongho pouts, coming over to you with water, snacks, and a warm, but damp hand towel in hand, “but, you were so nice for me earlier!”

you blush a bit, averting his gaze, “you shoulda thought about that before you called me a fish..”

he chuckles warmly, setting the snacks and water on the nightstand, starting to wipe you down with the towel, “you would be the best, most attractive starfish there ever was.”

you roll your eyes, pushing jongho’s shoulder playfully, “you play too much.”

“your reactions make it worth it.” he smiles, almost proudly to himself. you couldn’t help but scoff, grabbing the water from the nightstand.

it didn’t take long for the two of you to clean up and get cozied up into each other. you ate and drank all the snacks jongho brought, now cuddling, much to your dismay. jongho was persuasive, as always.

you got to be little spoon today, curling yourself up impossibly close to him. his arms wrapped around you: one wrapped around your waist, and the other under your head. he nuzzles himself into the back of your neck, sighing softly to himself.

“you okay?” you ask gently, the exhaustion finally settling in.

“yeah..” he mumbles into you, pressing a light kiss on the back of your neck

a moment or two passes by before he speaks up again, “hey, ______?”

“yeah, jjong?”

another moment passes before he whispers, “i love you.”

your eyes shoot open, sitting up and turning over to see a passed out jongho.

please do not attempt to edit, repost, copy, or feed my work (in)to ai. translating can be negotiated, permission is needed. again, will possibly repost to ao3 once i get the invite! if there’s a way to make my work more accessible, lmk!

when they first hear you, all of them— except for wooyoung— would stop whatever they were doing to look at you. wooyoung had a hunch you would sound nice, but would grin a little to himself when it would be confirmed.

they would all find ways to hear you more often, and for mingi, wooyoung, hongjoong, and seonghwa, louder.

seonghwa and san would immediately praise you on how good you sound— how it makes them feel, too. they’d hold you closer, grinding their hard on against you a little. a silent plea. “god—do that again. please, i need to hear more of you.” their voices are breathy, eager. seonghwa would pepper a sensitive area with kisses. san would continue to rut against you, hoping the friction will do the job. be good and keep them singing your praises!

yeosang would coo sweet things to you, even being a little mean if he has to but still keeping his voice gentle and soft. “no, no— don’t hide from me, not with a voice like that.” he’ll gently pry your hands away from your face. sure, he was gentle, but his eyes say he wants to be anything but. “you sound so pretty, don’t stop now.”

yunho and mingi would bite their bottom lip, then crash their lips into yours. their kisses were needy, almost suffocating. but would you have it any other way? mingi’s groans and other lewd sounds would melt into yours, his hands roaming your back and up into your hair. yunho would try not to be as needy, but failing. he would pull away to start leaving little love bites on your neck, his hands roaming your body on a mission to make you moan even more.

jongho had sucked a little harder than he had anticipated. but now, he might as well suck harder. he’d softly murmur into your thigh that you have pretty moans, and that he’d like to hear more of them. you could tell he meant it by how much warmer your thigh had gotten, a light blush dusting across jongho’s face. “i won’t stop you from being as loud as you want to be.”

wooyoung would tease you relentlessly, “you moaned just from that? i barely did anything to you!” in reality, he’s driving you stir crazy from his ministrations. his shit eating grin gives him away. it makes you want to both strangle and kiss him. that little shit..

hongjoong would have a coy smile, cupping your face in his hand. you could almost see him mentally scrolling through his options on what to do to you. for now, he lets his free hand travel, wanting to see for himself what exactly makes you tick. “keep your eyes on me. next time you moan, i want to know exactly how good it makes you feel.”

baby’s first suggestive/smuttish post!! yay!! i’m testing the waters to see if i’d wanna write smut for a larger audience. (i actually had to rewrite some of this and i wanted to fall down a hill… tumbling down like a child that lost their footing….)

reminder: this is a work of fiction, and is meant for entertainment purposes only :)

when they first hear you, all of them— except for wooyoung— would stop whatever they were doing to look at you. wooyoung had a hunch you would sound nice, but would grin a little to himself when it would be confirmed.

they would all find ways to hear you more often, and for mingi, wooyoung, hongjoong, and seonghwa, louder.

seonghwa and san would immediately praise you on how good you sound— how it makes them feel, too. they’d hold you closer, grinding their hard on against you a little. a silent plea. “god—do that again. please, i need to hear more of you.” their voices are breathy, eager. seonghwa would pepper a sensitive area with kisses. san would continue to rut against you, hoping the friction will do the job. be good and keep them singing your praises!

yeosang would coo sweet things to you, even being a little mean if he has to but still keeping his voice gentle and soft. “no, no— don’t hide from me, not with a voice like that.” he’ll gently pry your hands away from your face. sure, he was gentle, but his eyes say he wants to be anything but. “you sound so pretty, don’t stop now.”

yunho and mingi would bite their bottom lip, then crash their lips into yours. their kisses were needy, almost suffocating. but would you have it any other way? mingi’s groans and other lewd sounds would melt into yours, his hands roaming your back and up into your hair. yunho would try not to be as needy, but failing. he would pull away to start leaving little love bites on your neck, his hands roaming your body on a mission to make you moan even more.

jongho had sucked a little harder than he had anticipated. but now, he might as well suck harder. he’d softly murmur into your thigh that you have pretty moans, and that he’d like to hear more of them. you could tell he meant it by how much warmer your thigh had gotten, a light blush dusting across jongho’s face. “i won’t stop you from being as loud as you want to be.”

wooyoung would tease you relentlessly, “you moaned just from that? i barely did anything to you!” in reality, he’s driving you stir crazy from his ministrations. his shit eating grin gives him away. it makes you want to both strangle and kiss him. that little shit..

hongjoong would have a coy smile, cupping your face in his hand. you could almost see him mentally scrolling through his options on what to do to you. for now, he lets his free hand travel, wanting to see for himself what exactly makes you tick. “keep your eyes on me. next time you moan, i want to know exactly how good it makes you feel.”

baby’s first suggestive/smuttish post!! yay!! i’m testing the waters to see if i’d wanna write smut for a larger audience. (i actually had to rewrite some of this and i wanted to fall down a hill… tumbling down like a child that lost their footing….)

reminder: this is a work of fiction, and is meant for entertainment purposes only :)

Stoner!yunho who makes you sit in his lap, simply so he can snuggle with you.

Stoner!yunho who trails kisses starting from your temple all the way down to your shoulder.

Stoner!yunho who always makes sure to buy your favorite type of weed, despite his preference being the opposite of yours.

Stoner!yunho who’s hands ‘accidentally’ slip underneath your shirt and bra to hold your tits, gently massaging them with his calloused hands.

Stoner!yunho who gets rather clingy when he’s high, constantly needing to touch you anywhere and everywhere.

Stoner!yunho who sucks at rolling blunts, making them too skinny, and he’ll pout if you laugh at him for it.

— “Roll up, baby.” “Why do I have to do it?” “Because you’re more skilled with your hands than I am.”

Stoner!yunho who moves your body like you’re more so a doll, making you straddle him because he ‘wants to be as close’ to you as possible. And no, he doesn’t care if your hands are full either.

Stoner!yunho who started out with slow, shallow grinds up against you in hopes you wouldn’t really notice. But as the moments pass and the weed brain kicks in, he’ll get too needy and will literally pin you down to him to make you feel him.

Stoner!yunho who gets whiny, saying ‘need it’ with every grind against you until you give in.

Stoner!yunho who pulls your panties to the side once you give him the green light, not even caring to take yours or his clothes completely off before impaling you onto his cock. Moaning rather loudly at the feeling of you clenching around him.

Stoner!yunho who grips your hair with one hand and your hip with the other, too high and horny to care about being even slightly gentle with you.

Stoner!yunho who pins you completely to him when he cums, his hips stuttering up into you to make sure nothing leaks out.

"We should have a toast first." San spoke up.

Seonghwa, eager as ever, stood and held his glass up. "Thank you to everyone who worked hard on this comeback. It wouldn't have been possible without you. To my members, let's enjoy some time to ourselves and celebrate our win. Fighting!"

"Fighting!" The group chorused.

Everyone collectively raised their glasses and downed their shots, Hongjoong's lips pressing together at the bitter aftertaste. You cleared your throat, dropping the glass back down onto the table.

"One more. One more." Wooyoung eagerly chanted, grabbing for an open bottle.

"Are you trying to get us drunk before we even eat?" Hongjoong chastised teasingly.

"Hey, loosen up." Wooyoung laughed. "We're celebrating."

Another round was poured and everyone threw back their shots. Jongho, the most immune, started filling his glass again for a third round.

Mingi laughed, pointing at the youngest. "Look at this guy."

While the others cut up with one another and goofed off, Hongjoong turned to you, his gaze lingering long enough for you to notice.

"After such a busy schedule, seeing you is like a breath of fresh air." His hand found yours under the table, his thumb caressing your knuckle.

A chorus of "ooh's" rang out, bringing your attention to the many platters of food being brought to the table, their savory aroma dancing in the air.

An array of side dishes were spread along the table to pair with the grilled beef and pork. Everyone had the same wide-eyed expression, reaching for their chopsticks eagerly.

"I'm gonna show you how to properly eat grilled pork belly." Hongjoong grabbed a piece of meat, taking a little of the side dishes, steering clear of the vegetables, and creating one perfect bite.

Instead of eating it himself, he held it out to you. You let him feed you, barely managing to get it all in one bite.

"Mmm!" You hummed in approval, giving him a thumbs up.

"I told you." He grinned proudly.

Food disappeared and glasses continued to be refilled. All the while, you were witnessing firsthand the rapid effects the soju was having on your boyfriend. He didn't have a noticeable pink flush, but his behavior gave it away. Hongjoong giggled more, finding everyone entertaining. He laughed that loud belly laugh of his that you loved so much. The alcohol had definitely loosened him up, allowing a glimpse of a goofier Hongjoong you didn't get to see often.

He wasn't the type for a lot of PDA, but with all those shots coursing through his veins, he became more touchy. He would give your hand a little pat, lean over to bump shoulders, and even rested his hand on your thigh.

After Yunho made some ridiculous pun, your boyfriend leaned over on you as he cackled, which he'd been doing often, losing his balance despite being seated.

"You alright?" You chuckled.

"Yeah." He drawled with a grin, draping his arm over your shoulder. "Never better."

A discussion at the opposite end of the table seemed to have sparked an impromptu karaoke session. Mingi stood up to belt out lyrics, dragging poor Yeosang to stand beside him. Hongjoong got up and swayed with the others, bumping into you while singing along. Even San, who had been sitting quietly, was now on his feet singing loudly. You were grateful to be in a separate dining room, away from any patrons looking for a peaceful meal.

Watching the guys was so entertaining, you almost missed your boyfriend going to do a handstand, his legs hoisting into the air beside you.

"Hongjoong!"

He took a couple wobbly steps before dropping his feet back to the floor. He stood upright, laughing heartily. The other members seemed unfazed by his behavior, like it was just another day.

"Ohh captain's drunk!" Laughed Seonghwa, who was already teetering on the edge of intoxicated.

"He does this all the time." Yunho assured you, grinning at Hongjoong's drunken enthusiasm.

"Careful." You warned in a lighthearted tone.

He waved a dismissive hand. "Ah. I'm fine."

Once the group sing along ceased, Hongjoong sat back down, taking a bite of grilled beef, his free hand coming to rest on your thigh. Your eyes darted down at the contact, his touch warm, even through the fabric of your pants.

He chatted with the boys, discussing some of the highlights of the comeback, recalling a few funny mishaps during the promotional period.

"No, no. Tell the story about how you slung your mic across the stage at M Countdown." Hongjoong said to Mingi through a laugh, his touch leaving your thigh to absentmindedly reach for your hand.

The rapper began his tale of woe, leaving the entire table laughing, including you.

The topic switched and your attention drifted from the conversation when you felt Hongjoong's forehead hit your shoulder.

"I'm so glad you're here." He drawled drunkenly.

"I am too."

"You're so nice." He murmured. "And you're all mine."

"That's right." You had to conceal the amusement creeping into your tone.

On a regular day, Hongjoong was possessive—in a sweet and endearing kind of way, but tonight the alcohol had brought out a more vocal side of him.

"You won't look at other idols, right? Only me?" He asked in a murmur, lips in a soft pout.

"Only you." A chuckle slipped out. "I promise."

"Mmm." He nuzzled against you. "Good. You can't look at other idols. Just look at me."

"I will." You snickered. "You tired?"

He nodded.

The other members were equally as wasted, some worse than others. The group's manager gathered them all, guiding them towards the communal SUV that took them out. Hongjoong shuffled behind you, dropping into his seat, his head falling limply onto your shoulder as you wrestled with his seatbelt, clicking it into place.

He was out like a light within minutes, the street lamps briefly illuminating his face as they passed. Getting him inside and into bed would prove to be a challenge, but it was one you were willing to tackle. And you'd definitely be teasing him for his behavior tomorrow when he was sober.

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀 | 성화 | w.c 1,460

Mingi's arms gesticulated wildly as he told some elaborate story over dinner, Wooyoung cutting in every so often to correct him when he misquoted something.

"It's been so long since we've gone out as a group." Seonghwa said to you, his eyes glimmering with unspoken, but visible, appreciation. The undertone of excitement in his voice didn't go unnoticed either.

The entire table was buzzing with conversation as everyone pored over the menu, discussing what they were craving.

"Wahh. They have boiled pork belly and seafood pancakes." He gaped. "I don't know what it is, but greasy food always pairs well with soju."

You considered Seonghwa to be a connoisseur of sorts when it came to food and what combinations were the best, so you trusted his opinion.

"They have the brand of beer I like too." He pointed on the menu. "I might have one."

Seonghwa was a lightweight when it came to alcohol. He knew that, you knew that, the whole group knew that. However, Seonghwa knew his limits.

"Should we order some spicy rice cakes?" Yeosang asked, glancing down the table.

"Two." Yunho added enthusiastically, holding up two fingers.

"That sounds good." Seonghwa gasped.

The entire group loved food and would chime in when someone suggested something particularly delicious. Once the order was placed, multiple bottles of beer and soju were brought to the table. Jongho grabbed one and started doing tricks with it, creating a cyclone with the alcohol. Seonghwa took one and opened it in a showy manner, rotating and twisting it open. You chuckled at his theatrics, watching as he poured you a shot of soju. Mingi did the honors of pouring Seonghwa's, filling it to the brim

"Woah. Woah. What's that?" You laughed loudly, pointing to the overflowing shot.

"Hey, Mingi's no good at this." Wooyoung shook his head.

"You can't pour it out." Jongho cut in.

Seonghwa took the glass, examining it before grinning, clinking his glass softly against yours with a small, "Cheers."

He tilted it back, taking it like a champ. You followed, drinking your own glass. The burn was subtle, lingering in your chest after you took the shot.

Seonghwa released a long "Ahh." and sat back in his chair.

"Let's have another round." Wooyoung suggested, already working to pour more shots for those around him.

Seonghwa refilled your glass and let you do the same to his. You made sure not to overdo it like Mingi did, giving him a normal level of alcohol.

The warmth from the soju mixed perfectly with the cozy and welcoming atmosphere of the restaurant. Conversations buzzed between the group, Yunho telling a particularly interesting story about Yeosang walking into his room naked while he was doing a livestream.

"I was laid on the bed holding my phone and I see Yeosang in my peripheral."

Yeosang was laughing, but you could see his ears were pink, and it wasn't from the alcohol.

You had your hand over your mouth, nearly doubled over in your seat from laughing so hard.

"No one saw him, right?" Hongjoong asked Yunho.

"No, no. But I told Atiny about it as it was happening and everyone wanted me to turn the camera around."

The entire table burst into laughter.

"That's our Atiny." Mingi chuckled.

During the conversation, Seonghwa decided to crack open one of the beers while it was still cold, taking a sip of it.

He let out a noise of approval, his brows pulled together in an expression that let you know he enjoyed it. He looked towards you with a little smile, leaning over to say quietly, "You look really pretty tonight."

The heat of a blush spread across your cheeks and all you could manage was a shy thank you.

Amidst the discussions and silent exchanges, glasses were refilled and ready for another round.

After Seonghwa's third shot, you could tell he was starting to loosen up. He was laughing louder and being extra cheeky, his ears sporting a deep shade of pink.

"Let's play a drinking game." He piped up.

Yunho's expression brightened at that and Jongho nodded in agreement.

"Okay. Pick one." Hongjoong nodded towards Seonghwa.

Immediately, a game chant was started, prompting your boyfriend to give his answer at the end of it.

"What about 369 game?"

A chorus of excited noises echoed down the table as everyone got ready.

It started on the opposite side of the table, Yeosang began the game by calling out one. It went to Wooyoung, who called out two, then San clapped. The game continued, going around the table until the second round of numbers when they started to get higher. Seonghwa, poor guy, missed his cue to call a number, prompting the group to start chanting, "Idiot shot! Idiot shot!"

Seonghwa's giggles filled the air and Yunho did the honors of pouring the shot—to the brim. Seonghwa examined the glass with wide eyes.

"You don't have to drink it all." Hongjoong assured him.

"No. I can do it." He insisted, cheeks flushed.

His nimble fingers took the glass, raising it to his lips and tilting it back.

It took two servers to bring out everything that was ordered. Bowls of steaming rice cakes, glistening cuts of pork belly, perfectly browned seafood pancakes, and other dishes were laid out on the table for the group.

Your foodie boyfriend's eyes were wide with wonder as the food was brought to the table, darting from platter to platter. Some of the members laughed at his awed expression, a few teasing remarks made here and there.

"Cute." San giggled.

"What do you want on your plate?" Seonghwa asked you, brown irises shimmering under the dim restaurant lighting.

Your heart softened at his attentiveness. Even tipsy, he made sure that you were taken care of.

Everyone fell silent, quietly enjoying the spread of dishes brought to the table. You glanced over to check on Seonghwa periodically, watching lovingly as he took massive bites of his food.

You stifled a chuckle, to which he gave you a blissfully blank stare.

"What?"

You shook your head. "You're just cute when you eat."

His face melted into the most adorable little smile, his eyes going soft. In a split second, he closed the distance between your faces, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You blinked at the public display of affection and before you could fully react to it, Seonghwa went back to stuffing his face.

As the night progressed, his eyes became rounder and more glossy, his cheeks and neck tinged a deep pink—a clear sign he was drunk.

"Hwa, love." You murmured.

He turned to you with a ditzy expression, blinking expectantly. "Yes?"

"Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine!" His words were accompanied by a slight slur. "Let's play another drinking game!"

A few suggestions were thrown out there before everyone settled on one. You participated in the game, watching Seonghwa giggle throughout the whole thing.

"You messed up!" Wooyoung pointed to San, who was barely hanging on. "Penalty shot."

Seonghwa laughed loudly. "Haha! Idiot."

He was being particularly adorable, unintentionally cranking up the cuteness.

He wobbled in his seat, leaning sideways into you when he laughed, needing support, lest he go toppling to the floor.

When the evening came to a close and everyone was taken back home. You were left to deal with a drunken Seonghwa who staggered while trying to get his shoes off in the doorway. His roommates, San and Mingi disappeared to their own rooms. San was about to fall asleep standing up while Mingi couldn't stop laughing at him.

You barely managed to get Seonghwa to his room without stumbling. As soon as you released him, he dropped down onto the side of his bed.

You sighed softly and cupped his cheeks, gently forcing him to look at you. His face was the reddest it's ever been and his brown eyes were glistening in the dim lamps in his room.

"You're so pretty." He murmured, gazing up like you'd hung the moon.

"You're very drunk right now." You giggled quietly.

"But I still think you're pretty."

"Thank you, Hwa. You're pretty too."

His puffy eyes widened. "I am?"

"Yes." You stifled a soft laugh. "Now, I think pretty boys like you need some beauty sleep, yeah?"

He nodded with a cute little noise.

He didn't bother with pajamas, merely stripping down to his boxers and collapsing in his bed. You stole one of his shirts and a pair of sweats, turning off his lamp and crawling into bed. He was glued to your side in an instant, curled up against you.

"Soft."

You reached up to caress his hair, earning a faint noise in response. "Goodnight, Hwa."

"G'night." He slurred, already dozing off.

𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎 | 윤호 | w.c 1,030

It was a cozy Friday night with Yunho. The coffee table was littered with partially-eaten containers of food and bottles of soju that had long been opened. An exhausting week of work was behind you and your weekend was being kicked off by having a game night with your boyfriend who'd just gotten a new game for his PlayStation. The Spider-Man-themed controller was clutched between your hands, your fingers moving swiftly over the buttons and joysticks.

"Good job, good job, good job." He repeated, eyes glued to the TV screen.

Yunho was leaned forward, completely engrossed in the gameplay, barely even blinking, lest he miss something.

His body jerked and he yelped. "Dodge! Hurry, hurry."

Your thumbs toggled the controls and you moved your avatar out of the line of fire, your heart pounding from the adrenaline.

One by one, the both of you worked to take out enemies from the other team until the very end. There was only one player left from the opposing side. You located their hideout and ambushed them with Yunho, taking them down and winning the game.

Yunho threw his hands up in victory, leaning over to pepper your face in kisses.

"That's my girl!" He praised, stirring up butterflies in your stomach. "Let's celebrate with a shot."

His neck and ears were already red and the same rosy hue was starting to spread to his cheeks from previous shots, but you agreed anyway.

You set aside the game controller and let Yunho pour up a glass, taking the bottle from him to serve him in return.

"To a good game." He toasted, clinking his shot glass with yours before tilting his head back.

You mirrored his movements, feeling the subtle burn that followed. You returned to your partially-eaten food that still held a little warmth, chewing quietly as the background music for Yunho's game filled the room.

"Should we watch something?" He asked.

"Yeah. I think I'm ready to relax for a bit."

Yunho immediately opened up one of his streaming services and scrolled the options.

"How about this one? We've been putting it off." He offered.

The thumbnail for an anime that recently released was displayed on the screen along with a description.

"It's got that one character in it." He added, proceeding to dramatically mimic said character from popular clips that had circulated social media.

His goofy behavior never failed to make you laugh. Giggles bubbled up out of you and Yunho's already glossy eyes seemed to shimmer.

"Let's do it." You agreed.

The first episode started to play and Yunho situated himself against you, his thigh pressed against yours, an arm draped behind you. You leaned into his side, eyes focused on the screen. Throughout the next few episodes, Yunho alternated between eating and taking a few sips of soju, opting to drink straight from the bottle.

At first, you paid no mind to it. Yunho had a decent alcohol tolerance, so you knew he wouldn't get plastered. He would gradually shift his position, sometimes pulling you right into his chest, keeping you very close. This behavior was a little clingier than normal. It wasn't anything to be alarmed about though, so you let him do as he wished and lay however he wanted.

It wasn't until he started grabbing your hand to play with it and peppering your arm with kisses that you realized something was up. You could no longer concentrate on the anime, as Yunho's clinginess was taking most of your attention.

"You okay?" You finally asked, your voice tinged with amusement as you watched the way he nuzzled against the back of your hand.

"Mhm." He hummed blissfully, releasing your hand to wrap his arm around you, pulling your body against his.

You shivered when he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, releasing a warm breath right against your skin.

"You're so soft." He murmured, words slurred.

His lips pressed firmly to the junction between your neck and shoulder, making your eyelids flutter involuntarily. He pulled back to nuzzle into your jaw, lips brushing along it.

"I love you." He uttered drunkenly. "M'so lucky."

The ticklish sensations caused you to shiver. "I love you too, Yun."

He leaned over, putting more of his weight on you until you were laid on the couch, partially trapped beneath his body.

"Yunho." You chuckled.

He laughed in response, settling fully on top of you.

"You're really comfy."

"And you're drunk."

"Only a liiitle." He drawled, snuggling into you.

Yunho's weight was comforting, his body warm and cozy. He shifted, pressing a clumsy kiss to the corner of your mouth, his hand slipping underneath the hem of your shirt to caress your bare waist.

"This is nice." He murmured, pressing his lips to your jaw.

His kisses were messy and uncoordinated, but stirred butterflies in your gut nonetheless.

"We're missing the show." You whispered, fingers carding gently through his hair.

"S'okay."

You had no doubt that if Yunho was with a group of friends right now, he would be laughing and bouncing everywhere, but due to the lazy atmosphere, the alcohol was making him feel heavy.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his glazed brown eyes glimmering in the light of the TV. He gazed at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

"What?" You decided to ask.

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

"Okay. That's definitely not true."

"It is." He insisted, dragging the words out with a faint whine.

Instead of arguing, you indulged him. "Well, thank you."

"You're welcome." He hummed, dropping his head onto your chest with a little huff of self-satisfaction. "I know what I'm talking about, y'know."

"Hm?"

"I'm a little tipsy, but I know what I'm saying."

You believed him. After all, his tolerance for alcohol was impressive.

"Then I want you to tell me again tomorrow."

"I will. I'll scream it from the rooftops."

"That's not necessary." You giggled, brushing his hair. "Just rest for now."

At your words, Yunho's body relaxed and he fell silent, save for his soft breathing.

"Goodnight." You whispered.

𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 | 여상 | w.c 1,430

Green bottles of soju were scattered along the tabletop, one of them already empty. You and your boyfriend were usually homebodies, preferring to stay in rather than go out. However, tonight, you found yourselves in an outdoor eating area beside a food truck. An array of classic Korean meals and side dishes were spread along the tabletop, some partially eaten. The tent covering the dining area made for a comfortable experience and it helped that there were only two people in there besides yourselves.

Yeosang took a rice cake between his chopsticks and popped it into his mouth, humming appreciatively.

"This is nice." You sighed, grabbing a generous bite of ramen, slurping the noodles quietly.

"Mhm." Your boyfriend nodded, chewing with a little pout on his lips—an adorable habit of his.

You reached for your phone, opening the camera and snapping a couple pictures as discreetly as possible, wanting desperately to capture this moment. Unfortunately for you, Yeosang was much more aware than you hoped in that moment, his eyes catching the top of your phone peeking from over the edge of the table.

"Hey."

You jerked your phone out of sight and started laughing out of embarrassment at being caught.

"Sorry. You looked cute."

"I'm not cute." He denied.

"Right, right." You chuckled, recalling how Yeosang didn't like being called that. "Then what do I do? What am I supposed to call you?"

"Call me handsome. Sexy, maybe?" He grinned, wiggling his brows.

"When you're eating with a pout on your face? That's impossible." You huffed dramatically, slumping forward.

"Okay." He relented. "I'll give you a pass this once. Only once, because you're my girlfriend."

You gave a small laugh, knowing that was a lie. He let you call him cute all the time.

"How generous."

Yeosang set his chopsticks aside and reached for another bottle of soju.

"Wanna see something I learned from Jongho?"

"A bottle trick?"

He nodded, taking the bottle and holding it sideways before jerking it upright, the force of the movement causing a small tornado inside the glass.

"Ooh." You clapped. "Impressive."

He had that signature tiny shy smile on his face at your praise.

"Here. Try it." He pressed the bottle into your palm, his fingers brushing yours.

You mimicked his movements, jerking the bottle, watching as a partial cyclone spun inside the glass.

"I did it! Sort of." You chuckled, passing it back to Yeosang who cracked the seal and poured you both another round. You clinked your glasses and downed the shot in one smooth motion.

"Should we play a game?" He asked, licking his lips.

"Which one did you have in mind? A lot of them require a group."

"Let's just do rock, paper, scissors. Leave it up to chance."

A slow grin spread across your lips. "I'm down."

Yeosang rested his elbow on the table, fingers curled into a fist. You mirrored him, your eyes meeting his.

"Rock, paper, scissors. Shoot!" He chanted, sticking two fingers out in the form of scissors.

You had kept your same starting stance, your hand still clutched into a fist.

"Ha!" You laughed. "Take a shot, Sangie. I win."

He smirked, taking his loss in stride as you poured him a glass, watching him throw back the shot.

"Okay. Round two." You grinned, holding your fist out again. "Rock, paper, scissors. Shoot!"

You chose paper this time, Yesoang stuck with scissors.

"Ah." You dropped your head as your boyfriend's devious giggles reached your ears.

When you lifted your gaze, he was already pushing your penalty shot across the table.

You shook your head, grabbing the glass and drinking down the soju inside.

You played a few more rounds, your heart racing every time you made your move. Much to your relief, Yeosang ended up drinking the most. Though you had your fair share of losses.

"I think I have to tap out." You giggled, feeling a little buzz coming on.

"Not me." Yeosang shook his head, pouring another shot just for fun.

"Are you sure about that?" There was a hint of amusement in your question.

"Of course I'm sure. I'm good at drinking." He insisted, downing the shot.

"Suit yourself." You huffed out a laugh, taking another bite of food. "Unlike you, I wanna be able to remember this tomorrow."

"Don't worry about me." He waved his hand dismissively.

You huffed out a laugh and shook your head.

While you eased up on the drinking, Yeosang kept pouring shots, alternating between drinking and eating. His ears were red and the color was slowly creeping onto his cheeks. His behavior was changing too. Normally, he was calmer and more laid back. Now, he was acting cuter, pouting and speaking in a higher tone.

"Whew." Yeosang huffed, shrugging off his jacket. "It's hot in here."

Your eyes were instantly drawn to what he wore underneath the jacket. A tight black tank top, his favorite one.

Yeosang's gentle, angelic laughter filled the air and your attention snapped up.

"What are you looking at?" He asked, his tone carrying a cutesy lilt.

"Nothing." You lied.

"Come on." He drawled with a teasing grin, his glassy eyes glinting with amusement. "Tell me."

"I'm look at you, silly." You responded, trying to play it off as nothing.

More giggles spilled from his pretty pink lips as he swayed in his chair.

"You're wasted."

"No. I'm Yeosang."

You pressed your lips together to suppress a laugh.

"Hey." Yeosang drawled, his big eyes glimmering. "Let's take a walk."

"I think that's a good idea." You said, getting to your feet and offering him your hand.

His fingers curled around your palm and he stood, swaying on his feet.

"Woah there." You stumbled forward to help stabilize him.

He leaned on you, giggling.

"Alright, bud." You grabbed his jacket draped across the back of his chair and started making your way out of tent. "Let's go."

The night air hit your skin, the temperature outside cooler than inside the sheltered tent.

Yeosang shivered, walking closer and pressing his face into your hair.

"Cold." He whined.

"Let's get your jacket back on." You pulled away, holding it out for him. "Maybe cover up those distractions too."

"Distractions?"

You eyed his chest and arms, causing him to smile shyly. "Oh."

He tugged on his jacket, returning quickly to your side, draping an arm around your shoulders. You supported some of his weight, keeping him steady as you strolled down the sidewalk.

Yeosang yawned. "Mmh. I change my mind." The pout in his voice was evident. "I wanna go back home."

"Getting sleepy?"

He nodded against you. "Wanna cuddle with my girlfriend."

You huffed out a laugh. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

His eyes were barely open and his pretty lips were pushed into an unintentional pout.

"You're so adorable when you're drunk." You murmured with a soft laugh, unable to keep the thought to yourself.

"Nooo." He dragged out. "I'm not cute. I'm sexy."

"You don't realize this, but your cuteness level goes up when you're drunk."

"It does not." He whined, leaning further against you.

"Alright." You relented. "Whatever you say."

He swayed and bumped into you with a small grunt.

"Easy." You warned.

He giggled, clinging tighter to you and nuzzling into your hair. "Sorry." He murmured, letting out a dreamy hum at being so close.

As you returned to your apartment, Yeosang put more of his weight on you, his feet dragging across the concrete, indicating just how tired he was.

You managed to get him inside and lead him into the bedroom where he detached from you, barely having time to shrug off his jacket before he dropped onto the bed. His arms instantly reached out to you, beckoning you to lie down with him.

"Not yet." You chuckled, tugging off his shoes.

He groaned in protest, but let you undress him so he wouldn't be uncomfortable.

"Tonight was fun." He murmured into the pillow as you changed into some pajamas.

"It was?" You clicked off the bedside lamp, bathing the room in darkness.

"Yeah. I liked drinking with you." He felt around for your forearm, his fingers curling loosely around it and tugging you towards him.

The moment you landed on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. His body was warm from all the alcohol he consumed, the heat seeping through your clothes as he held you in his embrace. A gentle, sleepy noise fell from his lips, followed by steady breathing.

He was out.

You suppressed a chuckle, leaving a delicate kiss on his cheekbone. "Goodnight, Yeosang."

𝐒𝐀𝐍 | 산 | w.c 1,280

Ateez were all seated in the private dining room of a restaurant that had been making its rounds on everyone's social feeds. There was a break in the group's schedule and Jongho managed to get everyone together for a shared dinner.

"I read about this place online." Your boyfriend marveled, staring up at the ceiling in wonder.

"Their sashimi is supposed to be really good. It's all anyone talks about on Instagram." Seonghwa mentioned.

"Ooh. They have marinated crab." Yunho gaped.

"We should get a couple orders of that." San added.

After some menu browsing and discussions, everyone placed their orders, including an impressive amount of alcohol. Some ordering beer, others choosing the classic soju.

"We need to go all out." Jongho had said.

It was easy for him to say. He had one of the highest alcohol tolerances in the group.

Beverages were brought out first, your boyfriend reaching for one of the bottles, pouring you a generous shot.

Once everyone had their glasses filled, Mingi took the initiative to get the ball rolling.

"Cheers." He called out enthusiastically, clinking glasses with everyone.

The group took their shots at once, the now empty glasses hitting the table with a small thump. San's face scrunched a little at the taste and you chuckled in quiet amusement.

"What's so funny?" He asked with a dimpled smirk, draping his arm across the back of your chair.

"Your reaction." You responded simply.

"Do I amuse you or something?" There was a teasing glint in his eyes as they flickered up and down your seated form.

"Very much so." You giggled, giving his nose a little tap.

Seonghwa reached over to fill your glasses again caught your attention.

"Another round already?" You questioned with a small laugh.

"Yeah. We're going all in tonight." Seonghwa grinned.

San wasn't one to initiate the drinking. He more so just went along with everyone else, following when another round of shots were poured up. If one was given to him, he would drink it.

"Alright. Let's go, let's go." Wooyoung chanted, tilting back his glass, prompting everyone else to do the same.

The food was brought out minutes later and there was a brief intermission in the drinking to indulge in the mouthwatering dishes that had been ordered.

Your poor boyfriend was awful at holding his liquor. It didn't take many shots for his face to start sporting that telltale pink flush. You didn't think much of it at first, not realizing just how poor his tolerance was. Everyone had placed their orders and started playing games to pass the time. San was roughly three shots in and you only noticed his tipsy behavior when Seonghwa, who was also pink, pointed it out, laughing at him.

San blinked cluelessly at the teasing until it finally processed in his mind.

"No." He denied, rubbing his cheek. "I'm okay."

"You sure?" You asked, your eyes drifting over his red face.

"Mhm." He nodded.

You didn't want to push, choosing to drop it for the time being and took a bite of food.

San observed the other members almost dazedly, leaned forward slightly, bracing himself in his chair.

"Another round!" Yunho encouraged, pouring shots for everyone.

San silently watched everyone grab their glasses and downed the alcohol with them. He was clearly feeling it, but went along with whatever the group was doing.

"What about a game?" Yeosang suggested.

"Let's play the one where we yell at each other back and forth." Mingi suggested.

"No." Yeosang cut in and immediately shook his head rapidly. "I'm not getting screamed at again. That was scary."

The rest of the group laughed, seemingly recalling a previous drinking session together.

A more tame game was suggested after that and everyone agreed on it. One by one, you would take your turn, keeping up with the steady pace of the game. It didn't take long for Hongjoong to mess up, resulting in a penalty shot.

"You alright?" You asked San after a few rounds of drinking games, taking in his reddened face.

His eyes were puffy and barely open, giving away just how affected he was.

"Yeah." He answered, sounding completely coherent despite his appearance. "Just a little hot."

You laughed softly, endeared by his current state. He looked sleepy, blinking sluggishly.

"If you say so."

"I do." He insisted with a little pout.

As the drinking games proceeded, he kept up the best that he could. It was painfully endearing seeing him this way. When he lost a round and had to take a penalty shot, he took it in stride, but leaned over on your shoulder pouting about it when no one was looking.

When it wasn't his turn, he fell silent. He didn't speak, spaced out and staring at nothing. You pressed your lips together to suppress a laugh, but he noticed.

"What?" He inquired, the clueless expression on his face making you have cuteness aggression.

"You seem a little drunk."

"M'not drunk." He denied, his words punctuated by a small whine.

What started out as a group dinner turned into a karaoke session at a 24 hour karaoke bar. The nine of you were packed inside of a room with colorful lights dancing along the walls and floor.

Jongho was standing before the TV on the wall, singing along to the words displayed on the screen. San must have gotten a sudden burst of energy, his singer instincts kicking in the second he heard music. Though he wasn't the one with the microphone, he was belting out the lyrics with his eyes closed as he swayed in his seat, getting lost in the emotional ballad. Other members had joined in, but your boyfriend was the loudest.

You burst into laughter at the enthusiasm that San was exuding, watching him amusedly. His face was still sporting that deep red flush from all the drinking, making this moment all the more entertaining.

San slung an arm over your shoulders, making you sway with him. You held onto his waist, joyful chuckles spilling out of you.

His singing ceased when the song came to an end and Seonghwa stepped up to grab the mic next.

Music started up again and the whole group straightened at the opening instrumental of a popular upbeat K-pop song.

San jumped to his feet and pulled you with him, shouting out the words with Seonghwa and the others. Singing wasn't one of your talents, but you still had a buzz from the alcohol earlier and joined in, dancing around the room with San.

He tugged you against him, stumbling slightly.

"Woah there." You chuckled.

His head rested against yours, a hum vibrating in his chest. "Love you so much. You're so beautiful." His words were murmured and dragged out like he was sleepy.

"I love you too, San."

"You should stay the night when we go home."

"If your roommates are okay with it, I will." You chuckled.

"They don't care." He moved to nuzzle against your cheek, letting out soft hums that sounded akin to a purring cat.

"You tired?" You asked, brushing your fingers through his dark hair.

"Mhm." He nodded.

"I think San's ready to go home." Hongjoong pointed out, having noticed the way he was clinging to you.

"No!" He raised his head immediately, lips pushed into a pout. "Let's keep singing."

Scattered laughter filled the room at his reaction.

"You sure?" Yeosang asked.

"Yeah. We just got here." His sentences were exaggerated with a whine at the end that made your chest squeeze with adoration.

"Alright. We'll sing a few more songs then we'll head home. Deal?" You asked him.

"Mmh." He nodded. "Deal."

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈 | 민기 | w.c 1,310

The first indication that your boyfriend was drunk were his texts, or more so the selfies he sent. Blurry pictures of Mingi smiling brightly at a table filled with food was what greeted you when you opened his messages. His grin alone was proof enough that he'd been drinking.

He used to indulge in alcohol often and had since cut back, but Jongho and Wooyoung invited him out and those two were big drinkers.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard pensively before you decided not to text. He may not even be able to respond.

"At least he's having fun."

You sighed and leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling, twiddling your thumbs.

Your phone buzzed a few minutes later and you jumped to check it. More selfies flooded in from Mingi. Blurry group photos, then a picture of Wooyoung kissing a visibly uncomfortable Jongho on the cheek, followed by a series of images showing the youngest grappling Wooyoung into a chokehold. You snorted amusedly, knowing how affectionate he was sober.

The evening wore on and your boyfriend made sure to spam endless selfies and snapshots, some of them obviously accidental.

As you swiped through the pictures, Mingi's contact photo popped up on the screen and his custom ringtone played aloud. He was FaceTiming you.

Your thumb swiped to accept the call, raising your phone level with your face. You jerked back when Mingi's eye filled the screen, startled by the unexpected sight.

He pulled back, blinking owlishly.

"Y/n!" He shouted over the sound of Wooyoung's loud cackles.

"Mingi, what are you doing?" You asked with a laugh.

"I sent you pictures! Look." He turned the camera to show the table filled with nearly empty plates and many bottles of soju, crumpled napkins and discarded chopsticks littering the space.

You caught a glimpse of Wooyoung and Jongho in the background, both of them attempting tricks with the bottles.

"I got your pictures. It looks like you're having fun."

"I am!" He clumsily faced the camera back to himself, smiling drunkenly.

"Why'd you call?"

"I missed you." He spoke loudly.

Your expression softened. "I miss you too, but I'm glad you're having a good time."

"Hey, you should come join us!"

"Oh. No, I don't want to intrude."

Before you could continue, Wooyoung chimed in.

"Y/n, get down here! Mingi has been whining about you all evening."

Your boyfriend's already pink cheeks deepened. "Heyyy." He frowned.

Wooyoung snickered in response.

"Okay. I guess I'll head that way.." You gave in.

"See you soon." Mingi waved, his phone wobbling in his hand before he ended the call.

You sighed, shaking your head. "That boy."

Half an hour later you stepped into the bar, having shed your comfortable clothes for proper outside attire. Your eyes scanned the small space that had a surprisingly decent crowd clustered on the floor.

"Y/n!"

Your attention was drawn towards the call of your name and a large hand waving excitedly over the clusters of patrons. You recognized the flashy rings instantly, a knowing grin spreading across your lips.

Mingi emerged, staggering towards you with a dopey smile on his face.

"Y/n." He uttered, throwing his arms around you.

"Hey, baby." You greeted, rubbing his back.

He buried his face into your shoulder, releasing a mix between a groan and a sigh.

"Wooyoung and Jongho... they're sooo fun."

"I know they are."

"I'm so happy you're here."

"Me too. Now I can keep an eye on you." It was partially a joke. "You said you weren't gonna drink a lot. How did this even happen?" You asked him.

"We played games and I kept losing." He whined, pulling back with a pout. "They made me take penalty shots."

"Oh you poor thing." You cooed, running your fingers through his lengthy hair, tidying the unruly strands.

If there was one thing you knew about Mingi, it's that he liked to be babied. Contrary to his height and sometimes intimidating appearance, he enjoyed when you doted on him. He melted into your touch, sighing out a slurred, "I love you."

"I love you too." You laughed, giving him a little pat on the cheek. "Let's go sit."

He took your hand, guiding you through the crowd, back to his table where Wooyoung and Jongho erupted in excited exclamations at your arrival.

"Heeeey!" Wooyoung greeted.

You joined the two of them and Mingi dropped back into his chair, sitting beside you.

"We just ordered more food. You hungry?" Jongho offered.

"Oh yes." You grabbed a pair of chopsticks and took a bite.

"Alright. How about another round of shots?" Wooyoung beamed, already opening a bottle of soju.

"No." Mingi shook his head. "I can't. No more."

"I'll have one. Only one. I'll probably be driving this guy home later." You gave your boyfriend a pat on the back.

"Alright." Wooyoung pushed a glass towards you. "One shot."

You took the glass and turned it back just as Wooyoung and Jongho did.

"Ahh." Jongho sighed dramatically.

You grabbed your chopsticks again and went back for more food after downing your shot.

"This is insanely good." You praised.

"It pairs so well with the drinks, doesn't it?" Wooyoung chimed in, grabbing himself a bite.

You glanced over at Mingi, checking on his current state. His eyes were glossy and he looked like the pouting emoji personified.

"Mingi?"

"I think I'm ready to leave." He frowned. "It's stuffy in here."

"But she just got here." Wooyoung whined.

"No, no. It's fine." You placed your chopsticks down. "I can take him home."

"Yeah, he's kinda out of it." Jongho reasoned.

"Alright." Wooyoung sighed.

You said your goodbyes and took Mingi to your car, watching him fumble with the seatbelt.

"Here." You reached over to click the buckle into place.

"You're so nice to me." He murmured, his words slurred.

"Because I care for you, bub."

He let out an incoherent murmur as you started the engine and headed towards home.

Somehow, you managed to lead Mingi inside and get him to your shared bedroom without him collapsing. He stepped past the doorway and held your waist to steady himself.

"You good?"

"Mhm." He flashed a dopey grin, cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

There was no time to react as he leaned in to capture your lips in a clumsy, uncoordinated kiss.

Your hands flew to his cheeks, pulling back just enough to talk.

"You really missed me, huh?"

"Yeah." He breathed, diving in again.

"Mmph!" You giggled against his lips. "You were only gone for a couple hours."

"I still missed you." He whined softly, kissing you once more, awkwardly guiding you towards the bed.

The back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress and Mingi went tumbling forward on top of you with a small grunt.

"Oops." He laughed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses along your skin.

You squirmed, the sensations both pleasant and ticklish all at once. He raised his head, shimmying to reach your lips only to bump his forehead against yours by accident.

"Ah." You flinched.

"Ow." He whined. "Maybe I need to take it slow."

"Good idea." You caressed his hair, pushing it back away from his face. "How about I get you some water?"

He gave a sleepy nod and you managed to slide out from underneath him, slipping off to the kitchen.

By the time you returned, Mingi was asleep. His shoes had been kicked off, but he was still fully clothed, splayed across the bed.

A sigh of endearment exhaled through your nostrils as you placed a bottle of water on the nightstand, gazing down at your boyfriend's sleeping form.

"Goodnight, sweet boy." You whispered, placing a delicate kiss to the top of his head, leaving him to rest.

𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 | 우영 | w.c 1,070

Taking care of your drunk boyfriend was not on your agenda tonight, but Wooyoung liked to let loose and have a good time.

It started off just fine. You, Wooyoung, San, and Seonghwa all went out for a fun little karaoke night, renting a private room for the evening. There were snacks, sweets, and alcohol of course.

Wooyoung dragged you up from the bench along the back wall of the room and to the TV, choosing a fun duet to sing. It was a popular song from a film that was sweeping the charts, one that you could shout at the top of your lungs to.

You both belted out the lyrics without a care in the world, paying no mind to how you sounded, jumping around and getting lost in the music. Wooyoung took your hand with his free one, spinning you around while singing passionately. The lyrics were interrupted only by laughter from the both of you.

Your little performance earned you a standing ovation and a round of applause from San and Seonghwa. The both of you did a bow and returned to your spot on the bench lining the wall at the back of the room.

San got up and grabbed one of the microphones, choosing a song to sing, striding around the room trying to get everyone hyped up. You clapped to the beat, cheers and shouts of encouragement filled the room. San began singing roughly, straining to put his heart and soul into his performance.

Wooyoung took one of the soju bottles and started pouring shots for everyone while his bandmate carried on with his enthusiastic rendition. You clinked your glasses, swallowing down the liquid inside that left a subtle burning in your chest. Your boyfriend grabbed the last full shot glass, trying to get San to drink it despite being in the middle of an enthralling vocal performance. His singing ceased long enough for Wooyoung to press the glass to his lips. San laughed, but his face was twisted in distaste at the unpleasant bitterness of the soju.

There was a brief intermission between songs so everyone could enjoy some of the food and refuel. Spicy chicken stir fry, veggie dumplings, and Korean corn dogs. These karaoke places specialized in bar food or anything greasy to help you get less drunk. Plus, it paired well with the alcohol.

A string of mozzarella stretched from the corn dog in Wooyoung's hand right to his plush lips. He ate his way along the gooey trail of cheese, humming pleasantly.

"So good." He spoke through a mouthful of food.

"Soooo good." You agreed, pinching a fried dumpling between your chopsticks.

As the night progressed, the empty bottles piled up, so did the empty plates. Things took a turn when the four of you finished off the third bottle of soju. Wooyoung was eager with the shots, even insisting on playing some drinking games.

"You're wanting to play with the two weakest drinkers in your group?" You questioned with an amused grin.

"Yes." He answered without missing a beat.

So, you played a few rounds of games and continued on with karaoke.

The first indication that Wooyoung was getting drunk was the fact that he couldn't keep his hands off you. His warm palms found their way to your waist or even your thigh, squeezing and caressing subtly wherever they landed. He kept stealing kisses too, leaning over to randomly smack his lips against your cheek and jaw. Wooyoung was affectionate anyway, but with all the alcohol he consumed, it became much worse.

While a pink-faced San was eating, you were having a conversation with Seonghwa, talking to him about a clothing store you visited recently when Wooyoung randomly grabbed your face and kissed your cheek firmly, pulling away with a loud smooch sound.

"Wooyoung!" Your cheeks flooded with heat, but San and Seonghwa only laughed, desensitized to this kind of behavior.

"They're not bothered with seeing a little public display of affection. Besides, they're both tipsy." Wooyoung waved it off dismissively.

"Yeah, so are you." You countered, lightly poking his cheek.

He snapped his teeth teasingly at your finger and you yanked it away, you shot him a warning look, not being serious. He responded with a mischievously smug smirk.

At that point, Seonghwa and San had gone back to eating, your previous conversation about shopping had fallen to the wayside.

"Behave." You nudged him.

"No promises." He sang with a playful lilt.

He did not behave.

For a while, he kept an arm draped over your shoulder and had you pulled against his side. He wouldn't allow you to even stand up when it was your turn to sing.

You didn't know how long you spent inside the karaoke room, but when San looked like he was about to fall asleep, Seonghwa suggested calling it a night.

Wooyoung lumbered in through the front door with a drunken grin plastered on his face. You sighed and closed the door, flicking the lock. The moment you did so, Wooyoung's hands found your waist, pulling you back against him. The tip of his nose traced your neck and you suppressed a shiver.

"Mmm. Tonight was fun." He hummed. "You looked so good dancing without a care in the world."

Your muscles tensed when he placed a warm, open-mouthed kiss to your neck.

"Wooyoung."

"What?" He grumbled against your skin, his deft hands sliding under the hem of your shirt to brush against your waist. "You're so warm."

"You're a little drunk right now." You reminded him despite how nice his touch felt.

"So what? I just wanna kiss my girlfriend. Is that so wrong?"

"You can barely stand upright."

"Then let's go lie down."

You managed to get to the bedroom, prying Wooyoung off long enough to change into pajamas. He didn't bother with any, merely stripping down to his boxers.

He hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you towards the bed and on top of him, his hands sliding along your sides. His nose nuzzled against your cheek before he turned his head to kiss your lips. His aim was off and he ended up kissing the corner of your mouth instead.

You laughed softly. "You should probably sleep."

"Lemme kiss you for a little while longer." He murmured, his droopy eyes gazing into yours. "Please?"

"Okay." You caved. "Just a little longer."

𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎 | 종호 | w.c 1,130

It was a cozy Saturday evening with Jongho. Laid before you was the classic Korean combination of fried chicken and beer, along with a few bottles of soju for variety.

"This is where it's at." Jongho rubbed his hands together, taking in the spread.

The fried batter on the chicken looked so mouthwatering you could practically feel the crunch already, and the glaze on the sauced chicken glistened under the warm lamplight, making you swallow instinctively.

Your boyfriend passed a pair of disposable gloves to you for eating (complementary with the meal) and presented you with your drink of choice.

"Ladies first." Jongho gestured.

You didn't need to be told twice, reaching out to grab a chicken leg covered in sauce.

The first bite had you slumping against the back of the couch dramatically, earning a string of heart-fluttering giggles from Jongho. He slipped on a pair of gloves and grabbed a classic fried drumstick, taking a large bite. His brows scrunched together as he chewed, humming in approval.

No words were exchanged, just the soft crunch of the fry batter as the two of you ate in silence.

Jongho reached over and opened up a bottle of beer, taking a swig of it, his eyes closing at how the flavors mixed.

"An unbeatable combo." He said, shaking his head. "So good."

He finished eating and pulled off his gloves, grabbing the soju next, twisting the cap and pouring a couple shots for the both of you.

A grin played at your lips seeing Jongho slide one over. "Alright. Getting the party started pretty quickly, huh?"

"You know it."

You gave a little shrug and took the small glass, lightly clinking it with Jongho's before tilting it back. You pressed your lips together at the taste, setting the glass back on the table.

"Don't expect me to keep up with you tonight." You told him.

"I don't. Tap out whenever you want." He said, pouring himself a second shot.

You pushed your glass towards his, indicating you weren't backing down yet.

Jongho tended to be a little heavy-handed with alcohol, pouring shots that nearly filled the glass.

"Jeez." You laughed, raising your glass to examine it. "Are you trying to get me plastered?"

"Not on purpose." He giggled.

You huffed amusedly, drinking the full shot.

Jongho had just finished his, pulling away with an exaggerated exhale.

"I like drinking on occasion." He said, swirling his beer inside its bottle. "Especially if I'm going out to eat. I can't have a delicious steak without a good glass of wine. Or chicken without beer."

"Of course." You nodded, knowing how Jongho enjoyed a good food and drink pairing.

"Mingi says you're the only reason he drinks anymore." You mentioned.

"Did he?"

"Yeah. He stopped, but when he goes into eat with you, he ends up drinking."

"Hah!" Jongho threw his head back, letting out a loud laugh. "He's weak-willed."

You scolded him, by delivering a light smack to his shoulder. "Hey. Be nice."

"It's the truth."

You huffed, shaking your head.

The conversation progressed from there and Jongho started telling you funny stories about the members and things that have happened when the cameras were off. During this, he poured more shots and you two enjoyed some more chicken, nearly finishing off both boxes. His story-telling abilities already made you laugh, especially with the way he mimicked people, but with the alcohol, things were even funnier to you. Your loud cackles filled the living room, tears brimming at the edges of your eyes while you clutched your stomach.

Jongho was leaned over, his eyes scrunched into tiny crescents as his adorable laughter reached your ears. The sight alone was enough to make your heart melt. From the crinkles by his eyes to his endearing gummy grin.

"He did not say that." You spoke through belly laughter.

"He did! I swear."

Time slipped by and the table was littered with empty bottles, boxes from the chicken, and wadded disposable gloves and napkins. Jongho drank two beers and both of you emptied four sojus. Jongho stretched, blinking blearily. His neck and ears had been pink for quite some time, but now the color started creeping to his soft cheeks. You watched him leave the room and return with a fresh bottle of beer.

Even in your slightly hazy state, a small tinge of worry flared in your chest.

"Not to be a buzzkill, but don't you think you should slow it down?"

"Slow it down?" Jongho echoed perking up at your words, almost immediately going into his group's choreography for their song Bouncy, singing the lyrics under his breath.

"Jongho." You laughed. "I don't want you getting hungover tomorrow."

He huffed, slumping in his seat. "I just want one more."

"I'm not gonna stop you from doing what you want, but you've had a lot."

"Oh, come on." He wiggled his shoulders, laying the cuteness on extra thick. "One more bottle of beer."

You tried to resist, but it was impossible. Jongho was just too cute, especially when he acted this way. Plus, the alcohol had given you a little buzz that was clouding your judgement.

"Alright. One more, but I don't want you getting sick."

"I won't." He waved you off. "I'm a champ when it comes to drinking. My tolerance is soooo good."

His pink cheeks and slurred words said otherwise. Jongho had reached his limit of tolerance.

"Right, right." You nodded, giving him a pat on the back.

"Why do you sound like you don't believe me?"

"Because I don't." You giggled.

"Hey!" He leaned over and grabbed your sides, making you yelp.

Your laughter spilled out when he laid partially on top of you, trapping you against the couch cushions.

"You don't trust me?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Nooo." You teased, a big smile plastered on your face.

"Oh yeah?" Jongho grinned, his face inching closer. "If I'm so drunk, then why am I aware of the fact that I have you trapped right now?"

You could feel heat creep onto your cheeks at his words, not missing the glint in his eye. You were at a loss, not having a comeback.

"Speechless?" He asked, his half-lidded eyes drifting to your lips.

By the time it registered in your sluggish mind, his mouth was on yours, warm and soft. Your arms draped around his shoulders in acceptance, eyes falling shut as you kissed him back. It was a little messy and uncoordinated, but it made your stomach do flips.

Jongho hummed, dragging his lips slowly over yours, letting you feel the shape of them.

"What about your beer?" You asked when he pulled back a fraction.

"I don't want it anymore. I want you."

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seong ⊹ hwa

seonghwa’s crush on you is evident in the way he pays attention to the smallest details about you. while others might call him a perfectionist, with you, it wasn’t just about doing things well — it was about making sure everything he did for you was flawless.

whenever the group invited you over, seonghwa will quietly take charge of ensuring the space was comfortable for you. “the lighting’s too harsh,” he’d mutter, adjusting the lamps until they cast a warm glow. if he knows your favorite snacks, he’ll make sure they were prominently placed on the coffee table. “oh, these? i just picked them up randomly,” he’d lie, hiding how he’d gone out of his way to find them.

his crush also comes through in his protectiveness. if you were out together with the group, seonghwa is the one subtly checking to make sure you were warm enough or have a drink in hand. one rainy evening, you forgot your umbrella, and seonghwa immediately offered his. “i don’t mind getting wet,” he said, though you noticed how he pulled his jacket tighter around himself as he walked beside you.

during a late-night karaoke session, seonghwa’s feelings slipped through his usually calm demeanor. when it was his turn to sing, he chose a ballad — a soft, emotional song about unspoken love. his eyes flicked toward you as he sang, the raw emotion in his voice making your heart skip a beat.

afterward, you clapped enthusiastically. “that was beautiful, seonghwa. you put so much feeling into it.”

he smiled shyly, looking down at his lap. “it’s easier to feel a song when there’s someone… special in mind,” he admitted softly, his voice barely audible over the music.

yun ⊹ ho

yunho’s crush on you is impossible to miss, given his naturally outgoing and playful personality. he isn’t shy about spending time with you, often using humor and charm to mask how nervous he actually is around you.

he’ll find excuses to be near you during group hangouts. if you are sitting on the couch, yunho will plop down next to you, grinning as he stretched his long legs. “hope you don’t mind me stealing some of your personal space,” he’d tease, his tone light but his gaze lingering on you just a second too long.

yunho’s crush is also evident in his habit of subtly showing off around you. whether it is effortlessly spinning a basketball on his finger or nailing a complex dance move during practice, he’ll always glance your way afterward to see if you were impressed. when you compliment him, his grin will widen, and he’d laugh it off. “ah, it’s nothing. just a little something i’ve been practicing.”

one day, while the group was playing video games, yunho handed you the controller and coached you through the game. “here, press this button — no, not that one!” he laughed as your character stumbled on-screen. his hand covered yours briefly to guide you, and you couldn’t help but notice the slight flush on his cheeks.

later that evening, yunho found himself alone with you as the others stepped out. “i have fun when you’re around,” he said suddenly, his usual playful tone replaced with sincerity.

“me too,” you replied, smiling warmly at him.

for a moment, yunho considered confessing, but instead, he just grinned and nudged your shoulder. “good. then i’ll keep making sure you have fun.”

yeo ⊹ sang

yeosang’s crush on you isn’t as overt as some of the others — it is in the quiet moments, the subtle glances, and the small gestures that spoke volumes if you were paying attention. he isn’t the type to shout his feelings from the rooftops, but that doesn’t mean his emotions aren’t strong.

he always seems to notice the little things about you. if you mention being cold, yeosang will quietly drape his jacket over your shoulders without a word. when you compliment a particular drink once, he makes a mental note and starts bringing it to you whenever he has the chance. “i thought you might like this,” he’ll say casually, but his lips would twitch into a small, satisfied smile when you accept it with a grin.

yeosang’s crush would shine through during group activities. if you are participating in a game or challenge, he’ll subtly cheer you on, his quiet encouragement just for your ears. “you’ve got this,” he’d say, his tone calm but sincere, his eyes lighting up when you succeed.

one evening, while everyone was busy chatting, you caught yeosang watching you. when you met his gaze, he quickly looked away, his ears turning pink. later, he approached you with a hesitant smile. “you look really happy tonight,” he said softly.

you laughed lightly. “i am. it’s nice being here with everyone.”

yeosang’s expression softened. “it’s nice when you’re here, too,” he admitted, his voice so quiet you almost didn’t catch it. before you could respond, someone called his name, and he quickly excused himself, leaving you wondering if you’d heard him correctly.

san ⊹

san’s crush on you is impossible to miss — he wears his heart on his sleeve, and his feelings shine through in everything he does. he isn’t shy about being affectionate, always finding ways to be close to you, whether it is playfully slinging an arm around your shoulders or giving you a big, warm hug just because he can.

he was your biggest cheerleader, always hyping you up no matter what. “you’re amazing, you know that?” he’d say with a bright smile, his eyes sparkling with genuine admiration. if you ever doubted yourself, san was the first to reassure you. “you’ve got this. i believe in you more than anyone else.”

san’s crush also manifested in his protectiveness. if you were out together, he’d instinctively walk on the side closest to the street or make sure you were comfortable. one time, when someone made an offhand comment that upset you, san was quick to defend you, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a rare intensity. “hey, watch it,” he said firmly, his jaw tight as he stood by your side.

during a quiet moment at a group hangout, san handed you a small, handmade bracelet. “i made this for you,” he said, his cheeks tinged with pink.

“you made this?” you asked, surprised.

he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah, i thought it’d suit you.”

when you put it on and smiled at him, san’s grin stretched from ear to ear, his heart practically melting at how radiant you looked.

min ⊹ gi

mingi’s crush on you is both endearing and awkward — his feelings make him nervous, but he can’t help the way he lights up whenever you were around. he’ll stumble over his words sometimes, his usual confidence replaced with a shy energy that only seems to surface when he is with you.

“hey, uh… how’s it going?” he’d ask, his voice a little higher than usual. if you teased him about being nervous, mingi would laugh it off, scratching the back of his head. “me? nervous? nah, i’m just… uh, thinking about something.”

his crush shows in the way he always tries to make you laugh. whether it is cracking silly jokes, pulling exaggerated faces, or doing a random dance move, mingi loves seeing you smile. “there it is!” he’d say triumphantly whenever you laugh, his own laughter following shortly after.

one time, while the group was practicing, you walked into the room, and mingi immediately straightened up, putting extra energy into his moves. he’d steal glances at you between steps, his lips quirking up into a proud grin when he noticed you watching.

later, when everyone was taking a break, mingi handed you a water bottle. “you must be thirsty after watching us, huh?” he joked, though his cheeks flushed as you accepted it.

“thanks, mingi. you’re really thoughtful,” you said with a warm smile.

his eyes widened slightly, and he looked away, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “ah, it’s nothing. i just… i like making you happy.”

mingi’s honesty caught you off guard, but before you could respond, he jumped up, clapping his hands. “alright! back to practice!” he said, his voice a little too loud, clearly trying to cover up his embarrassment.

woo ⊹ young

wooyoung’s crush on you is impossible to miss — it radiates from him in the way he teases you, how his voice softens when he says your name, and the subtle yet intentional ways he finds to touch you. he is naturally flirty, but with you, his charm carries an extra layer of sincerity that he can’t hide no matter how hard he tries.

“are you blushing? don’t tell me you’re falling for me already,” he’ll tease, his signature grin lighting up his face. but the moment you tease him back, wooyoung’s confidence would falter just slightly. “i’m not blushing,” he’ll mutter, averting his gaze while his cheeks turn a telltale shade of pink.

wooyoung always finds ways to include you in the group’s activities, dragging you into dance challenges or asking for your opinion on his outfits. once, during a karaoke night, he deliberately picked a romantic ballad and sang it while making exaggerated gestures toward you, earning playful groans from the others. “what? i’m just serenading my biggest fan!” he’d joke, though the way his eyes linger on yours betrays his true feelings.

but beneath all the playfulness, wooyoung’s crush revealed itself in quieter, more thoughtful moments. when he noticed you were tired, he’d bring you snacks or offer you his jacket. “you take care of everyone else so much,” he said softly one evening, placing a warm drink in your hands. “let me take care of you for once.”

it was during one of these moments that his feelings slipped through more clearly. you had been talking about your day when wooyoung suddenly blurted out, “you’re seriously incredible, you know that?” he froze for a second, realizing what he’d said, and then quickly tried to cover it up with a laugh. “i mean, obviously — anyone with eyes can see it.”

though he tried to act nonchalant, the way he looked at you told a different story — one of someone utterly smitten and hopelessly drawn to you.

jong ⊹ ho

jongho’s crush on you is quieter but no less meaningful. he isn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but his actions always speaks louder than words. if he had a crush, it would show in the way he pays attention to you — remembering the little things you say, noticing when you are feeling off, and always being there to lend a hand.

“here,” he’d say, handing you your favorite drink before you even asked for it. when you looked at him in surprise, he’d shrug, a faint smile playing on his lips. “you mentioned it once. i thought you’d like it.”

jongho often finds himself stealing glances at you, his gaze softening whenever you aren’t looking. if you catch him, he’ll quickly look away, his ears turning red. “i wasn’t staring,” he’ll insist, his tone calm but the slight awkwardness in his voice betraying him.

when the group is together, jongho will naturally gravitate towards you, whether it is sitting next to you or offering to help you carry something. one time, during a group outing, you struggled to open a bottle, and jongho immediately stepped in. “give it here,” he said, easily twisting the cap off and handing it back to you.

“thanks, jongho,” you said, smiling up at him.

he nodded, his expression unreadable, though his ears were tinged pink. “it’s nothing. i just didn’t want you to hurt your hand.”

despite his reserved nature, jongho’s crush shines through in the rare moments he let his guard down. during a casual conversation, he suddenly said, “you’re different from anyone i’ve ever met.”

the comment caught you off guard. “different how?”

he hesitated for a moment before meeting your eyes, his gaze steady but gentle. “just… special. in a good way.” his words were simple, but the weight behind them made your heart flutter.

though he isn’t one for grand gestures, jongho’s quiet devotion and thoughtfulness makes it clear just how much he cares — without him ever having to say the words outright.

seonghwa:

- barely notices it

- probably daydreaming about something

- but when he notices there's no feeling in his hand he panics

- softly lifts your head to retrieve his arm

you stir, feeling the weight of your head being lifted. you blink your eyes open and turn to find him looking guilty. "i'm sorry honey, rest up," he lays back down and pulls you close, "go back to sleep."

yunho:

- bro is immediately panicking

- do i wake them? do i suffer?

- he chooses that he'd rather suffer than wake you up.

- constantly flexing his fingers to make sure his arm doesn't go too numb

you stretch out your limbs and flip over, eyes landing on a very awake boy. he shoots up immediately and grabs his arm, flexing it to wake it up. "i'm sorry baby, go back to sleep," he breathes quick, "i didn't want to wake you but i might need to go to the ER." you giggle and force him to lie back down, this time making sure he's comfortable before drifting back off to sleep.

yeosang:

- he's fast asleep

- he doesn't even notice it

- bro is so chill

you adjust your position and wake up to the feeling of muscle beneath your head. you look, panic and turn over. "baby, i'm so sorry!" he's blinking his eyes at you, confused why you woke him up. in his dreamy state he flips on his back and draws you into his chest, and mumbles, "5 more minutes."

san:

- he's so happy

- not even a crane could tear that boy away from you

- omg they chose ME? hell yeah

- kinda creepy cause he's just watching you

hongjoong is the one to find you both on the couch, whispering to san, "you want some help?" he moves towards you both. "don't you dare," he whispers with a growl, using his free hand to pull you closer to him. hongjoong backs up.

mingi:

- panicking

- bro is so stressed he's going to wake you

- barely breathing

- barely alive

"baby?" he whispers so low he can barely hear himself. "ok princess, sleep well." he tries to fall asleep after but can't due to his arm. but eventually you turn, still asleep and cuddle into him. he finally breathes and hugs you tight.

wooyoung:

- oh he's so smug

- thought about waking you up to tease you about it

- but saw how content and sleepy you were and held back

- watching you like the yearner he is

"youngie?" you croak, stirring from sleep and feeling his burning stare. "yes darling?" he presses a kiss to your shoulder. "stop staring." "never."

jongho:

- tries to act nonchalant

- you're probably around the other members too

- they're teasing him about it

- but heaven forbid you try and move

you stir after hearing another round of giggles pass by the couch. when you catch on to what they're laughing about, he stops you. he uses his free arm to hold you down. "baby-" "no," he sterns, "you're right where you belong." and although his eyebrows are furrowed together, the kiss to your forehead is soft.

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