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he groans quietly, pressing his face further into your hoodie. “it’s too early for talking.”

“you literally talked first.”

“that doesn’t count.”

you laugh softly under your breath.

he sounds so sleepy it’s almost unfair.

you turn slightly in his arms so you can look at him properly.

big mistake.

his hair is messy in every direction, eyes barely open, cheeks still soft with sleep, and somehow he still looks devastatingly pretty.

your heart immediately folds in on itself.

nicholas notices you staring after a second.

“…why are you looking at me like that?”

“like what?”

“like you’re having a full internal crisis.”

you let out a soft laugh. “maybe i am.”

“why?”

you smile a little into the pillow, cheeks warm. “because you look really cute right now.”

nicholas pauses for a second.

then, very quietly, he pulls the blanket up over part of his face like that somehow fixes the situation.

you stare at him.

“…are you hiding?”

“no.”

“you literally are.”

“it’s too early to be perceived.”

you laugh again, brighter this time, and he peeks at you over the blanket like he physically cannot help it.

there’s something so soft about him in the mornings.

less composed.

less careful.

just yours.

you try sitting up again.

before you can get very far, nicholas catches the sleeve of your hoodie lazily between his fingers.

“where are you going?” he mumbles.

“the bathroom.”

he frowns immediately, still half asleep. “again?”

you blink. “i haven’t gone yet.”

“oh.”

he thinks about that for a second.

then tightens his arm around your waist anyway.

“still. don’t go.”

you laugh softly. “you’re so clingy in the mornings.”

“only because you’re warm,” he murmurs against the pillow.

then, quieter:

“and because i like you a lot.”

his voice is lingering when he says it, like it slips out before he can think too hard about it.

and somehow that makes your heart feel even lighter.

because he says it like it’s nothing new.

like it’s always been true.

like it’s just part of the morning, the same way the sunlight is.

your face warms immediately.

nicholas notices, of course.

he always does.

a small, drowsy smile tugs at his lips. “there it is.”

“what?” you mumble, already trying to hide behind the pillow.

“you getting all shy again.”

“i’m not shy,” you insist, though your voice comes out softer than you mean it to.

you pull the blanket up a little more anyway, hiding your face.

nicholas lets out a quiet laugh and gently tugs it back down just enough to see you.

“don’t hide,” he says, still smiling. “i like seeing you like this.”

your chest melts a little at that.

actually, a lot.

you glance down after a second and realize—

“…wait. this is your hoodie.”

nicholas hums softly, still half asleep. “yeah.”

you blink slowly. “when did i steal this?”

“you didn’t steal it,” he says.

“then why am i wearing it?”

he takes a moment, eyes barely open, like he’s searching his sleep-fogged memory for the right explanation.

“because you said yours didn’t smell like me.”

you go completely still.

“…i said that out loud?”

“mhm.”

your voice drops immediately. “that’s so embarrassing.”

nicholas just smiles a little against the pillow. “i thought it was cute.”

you make a small noise of protest and hide your face in the pillow right away.

he laughs softly and reaches over, fingers brushing your hair back with slow, careful movements.

“you were half asleep,” he murmurs. “you also called me ‘home’ like it was a personality trait.”

“nicholas,” you whine quietly. “please stop remembering things.”

“and then,” he continues anyway, way too pleased with himself, “you took my hoodie and refused to give it back.”

you peek out slightly. “in my defense… it’s really comfortable.”

“i noticed.”

you sit up a little, still hiding half your face. “so this is what our relationship has come to?”

nicholas hums thoughtfully, eyes soft.

“apparently,” he says, “i just get robbed and complimented a lot.”

you finally crack a smile.

“and you’re okay with that?”

he reaches for your hand under the blanket, lacing your fingers.

“yeah,” he says simply. “i’m willing to suffer through it."

you peek up at him finally, and he’s already looking at you.

softly.

like he always does when you’re not paying attention.

your stomach flips a little.

“what?” you ask quieter this time.

nicholas shrugs slightly against the pillow.

“nothing,” he murmurs. “i just really like waking up next to you.”

your entire brain goes completely still.

he says things like that so gently too.

never dramatic.

never forced.

just honest enough to make your chest ache.

“you’re being suspiciously sweet right now.”

nicholas hums a little, still half-asleep. “maybe i just like you.”

you blink at him, caught off guard for a second.

then you smile anyway, like you can’t really help it.

“that’s not a fair answer,” you mumble softly.

he shifts closer under the blanket, “why not?”

“because now i don’t know what to say.”

that makes him smile—small and drifting, but so fond it’s impossible to miss.

his hand finds yours under the blanket again, fingers slipping into yours easily.

“you don’t have to say anything,” he says quietly. “just stay.”

your chest feels warm immediately.

“…i was going to,” you admit, voice softer now.

“good,” he murmurs. “then we agree.”

you glance at him, still smiling a little.

he’s looking at you like this is exactly where he’s supposed to be.

like he wouldn’t want anywhere else.

and somehow, that makes you relax even more into him.

“i never want mornings like this to end,” you say quietly.

his expression softens instantly.

he’s quiet for a moment, then breathes out a small laugh that isn’t really amused—more like he’s trying to believe you.

“why would it have to?” he asks gently.

┆彡 FUMA [ 風魔 ]

highkey makes you match pokémon pjs with him 🥹

he's just so big and warm… you always fall asleep (and wake up) wrapped in his arms<3

he's a light sleeper so most of the time he slurs awake every time you let out a noise or shuffle in your sleep.

given that, he always wakes up first. and no matter how many times you tried waking before him… nope. he even wakes up before your alarms

he will have all the time to take a shower, maybe work out a little, and most important: make you breakfast

especially on weekends you can bet your ass that fuma will make you a breakfast in bed<3

he'll just crawl back into the covers and gently wake you up, definitely with light kisses all over your face… and you're blessed that his face is the fist thing you see when you wake up

(and the delicious smell of food on the nightstand)

┆彡 NICHOLAS [ 奕翔  ]

HIS DEEP VOICE HELLO THATS WHAT WE WILL START WITH.

like UGHHHAIWIOWOWQQ okay im normal. but he will mumble lazily into your ear, half awake, and his deep morning voice sending shivers down your spine

he will whine into your ear to not go. one arm around you, the other pressing down on your hip… breath fanning on your cheek. in cold winter you're doomed because it's SO cozy you wish you could just sleep all day with him<3

he sleeps shirtless so also. be prepared to wake up glued to his torso,,,, esp after a warm summer night

he will not put a shirt on like he knows what effect it has on you AND hello. he's being comfy in his own house. it's a win win for him ~

he's SO stubborn like will not wake up until he decides to. otherwise he's not budging one bit

also keeps your arm glued around you at all times. when you try to escape the bed, he'll pull you back… and welp, usually pin you down without realizing

┆彡 EUIJOO [ 의주 ]

euijoo moves a lot in his sleep so most of the time you end up somewhere else you fell asleep at

him too. once or twice he woke up where your feet were which was so funny that he woke you up with his loud laugh

HAS to throw a leg around you or otherwise he will not sleep pacefully

when he wakes up, he likes to trace your face with his fingers:( the touches are so light and delicate because he doesn't want to wake you up

and if he accidentally does — or if you simply wake up on your own — you lock eyes and spend long moments just enjoying the intimacy

euijoo is a silly fella so sometimes when you refuse to get out of the bed he will… jump on it… and shake you until you beg him to stop lmao

┆彡 YUMA [ 悠真 ]

that is a cat.

will be so hissy when you wake him up LIKE sassy man apocalypse. pulling the cover over his head, grumbling to himself… yeah, good luck

and oh my god. if you try to leave the bed?

drama.

as i said, cat. will pretend not to care, turning his back to you. but underneath his breath he's murmuring about how cruel you are for leaving him… how you're making the bed cold… how dare you…

and if you cave in (and most of the time, you do) and crawl into the bedsheets again, he's locking you in. bear hugging you, your cheeks squished against his bicep ane leg thrown over.

his face is buried in your neck, inhaling your scent and lulling him back to sleep… and you always pretend not to see through his grumpy act, feeling is smile imprint on your skin<3

┆彡 JO [  穣 ]

jo said he's a still sleeper, waking up in the same position he has fallen asleep in so usually it applies to yu as well

fell asleep hugged onto him? or back to back? you will wake up like that too

secretly he's a fan og being the small spoon:( will tug at your pj shyly to suggest that you should fall asleep holding him<3

he takes a while to shake off the sleep and often just… zones out, staring at your sleeping form<3

gets SOOO red when you catch him and tries to hide under the covers

but you just gush about how cute he his and snuggle into him, placing hisses on his blushing face

(also you bet he has a lot of sketches of you sleeping:( live laugh love artists<3)

┆彡 HARUA [ 琉愛 ]

he needs to hug something when he sleeps so… you know well it's you!!!

arms wrapped around you like you're his teddy bear. his chest glued to your back, face nuzzled in your neck and snoring softly. and you bet he will wake up the second you try to wriggle out of his hold (good luck going pee in the middle of the night btw)

you often wake up in the same position you've fallen asleep in, or just. his body plastered on you.

very very sleepy, needs a few moment to shake off the sleep:( in the meantime he often nudges his face into your neck, pretending it's totally not making him even more sleepy

and when you caress his hair? yeah no, he's snoozing again

┆彡 TAKI [ タキ ]

oh my god. a menace.

WILL launch his body onto the bed to wake you up. and tickle you. and blow raspberries into your neck. i mean hey, at least you are guaranteed to wake up properly!

(he feels bad about it later so if he has time he will make you breakfast<3)

if you wake up before him, you're gentle. and enjoy the moment, looking at him and tracing his cheeks. he often pretends to sleep so you keep touching his skin but more often than not, he breaks into a smile.

and then? attack. wrapping his arms behind your neck and pulling you close, peppering you with kisses.

won't admit it but looooves when you lay on top of him. like a weighted blanket!!! it makes him feel warm n secure and he just gets to have you close<3

┆彡 MAKI [ マキ ]

lowkey doesn't care as long as he has you near him. holding hands, cuddling, backs touching like he will be content!!

also sleeps uh. in a sleeveless tanks. so yeah, maybe… just maybe… you ask him to use his arm as a pillow<333

he occasionally startles awake and looks around, just to go back to sleep moments after. at first it scared you but you've grown used to it. however, every time he does wake up, he takes a look at you. just in case.

also his morning voice is dangerously attractive… esp when he stretches and groans, mumbling "good morning" into your ear

WILL yank you back into the bed if you try to escape >:(

a menace too btw so he will put his cold feet on you. and roll his eyes while jokingly complaining about morning breath. and i feel like sometimes he snores, like chainsaw type of snore

masterlist <3

Murata Fuma

Group date

Fuma strikes me as a shy man that does not feel really comfortable at the idea of just being alone with a woman during a big amount of time.

He would definitely be okay with going on group dates. He would feel less pressure to perform as there would be multiple people.

Fuma need things to be taken slowly. His date would definitely be more outgoing and making conversation more.

He is someone that needs time and get accustomed to people before feeling comfortable and truly himself.

At the end of the date he would be the one to pick up the bill.

I also feel that afterwards the two would probably be texting for a bit before Yuma would ask her out on a date, just the two of them.

Wang Yixiang

Museum date

Nicholas is a man that loves arts. Piano, fashion, and I think he could be into art history and appreciating art.

The date would be taking place during a morning, so the museum would be more calm.

It would allow not only for conversation with his date to happen, but also for each of the two to get a better understanding of the other depending on the pieces they like.

Nicholas would walk slowly, admiring the pieces and peeking looks at his partner.

He is also the type to sneak aesthetic pictures of his date as she observes the pieces. Also feeling like he would send them to her proudly smiling and telling her "For your instagram".

He is a shy man in some aspects and would not try to compliment too much his partner on the first date.

If the date goes well I can definitely picture him asking his date if they want to get lunch together. It would make the date go longer and allow them get to know each other some more.

He would definitely be a gentleman, getting to know her, respecting boundaries.

He would directly ask at the end of the date for a second one, showing clear interest.

Byun Euijoo

Coffee date

Euijoo is someone that would like something simple and light for a first date.

Meeting up in a coffee shop to share a coffee and some cakes. Euijoo is the one that would definitely keep the most distance out of everyone and somehow be the most awkward.

He is the type to get a fruit tart and he would try to make jokes with his date (that got a chocolate cake) about how their taste are so different and don't match.

The joke would definitely not be a success. And the end of the date would be pretty uncomfortable.

EJ would still be a gentleman, and try to ask for a second date as they walked out the door.

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After that he starts noticing you, asking about you, caring for you.. Deeply he knows nothing can happen, after all you are the little sister of his best friend.  

But yet, the way your eyes look at him changes, the atmosphere is changing whenever you are in the same room, during movie night your fingers sometimes brush against one another.. Can love truly be build in silence and in secret of someone precious to the both of you ?

Rivals to lovers

Prince!Yudai is someone that grew up in a deeply shouldered environment, being taught that as the prince and future king he has the right to do whatever he wants. He is unstoppable, proud and cocky.

So the day a knight beat him in a duel, he naturally starts to grow weary of him. Then he notices him wherever he goes. He is strong, a great archer, amazing at sword fighting. He was also clever and kind to everyone.

He despised that knight. And the knight, you, also despised him.

As a young girl, you were born in a noble family, and when your older brother passed away at 9 from the fever, your parents ordered you to replace him to keep the family standing. Officially, you had died, and he lived.

You had been brought up to hide, be discreet but still represent your family. Be strong.

So, when at 22 years old you had to go the palace, become a knight and met the prick of a prince you could not help but hate him. He was nothing but an arrogant idiot who thought he was better than everyone else.

The two of you started a rivalry, fighting whenever you could, dueling whenever. The most random things became the reason, the pretense for fighting.

Everything changed when one day, on your period you fainted during training. That day Yudai realised that maybe he cared a bit for you.

Following that event everything changed, he noticed more, cared more.

You still hated him though.

One day, he was going to see you in your room, officially to get back one of his poetry books. But that day, he saw you, not the male you, but the female you.

And perhaps, that’s when he realised that maybe you were not that bad. Following that day, he progressively became a huge puppy following you around and falling for you deeper and deeper.

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He is always the first one to take your defense when the shit talking goes to far, he opens the door for you and support you during your presentations. He is also the one that asks if you want a coffee when he is ordering it for everyone.

You fall for him slowly, discreetly. You start to wonder if he is coming to come by your office to give you a coffee or asks if you want to get lunch together.

The day you have to work overtime because of your boss, he sees the light in your office and comes to help you. Making sure you stay hydrated, helps you get your work done and even organizes the files.

The fondness grows slowly for the two of you.

And before you both understand, you end up holding hands under the table of the conference room. Meeting discreetly in the stairs to share a stolen kiss, and sharing a ride together to get home.

Secret admirer

Fuma is a shy man and for him going to talk to you is actually pretty difficult.

He is one of the college nerds, the top nerd of his computer science major, and you on the other hand is the girl everyone loves, and knows. After all you won multiple literature contest and were active in the journal with articles.

He first noticed you the day you helped him out carrying out basketballs to the gym. You were kind, had a bright smile and a sweet laugh.

From that day on he kept noticing you, in the library as you wrote, in the cafeteria laughing with your friends, under the oak tree reading a book.

You were everywhere and he only saw you, admiring you from afar. His best friend Yudai kept teasing him about how he was head over heels for you and yet had only talked to you once.

But Fuma was fine with it, just catching glimpses of you and silently admiring you from afar.

What he did not know was that you had noticed him just the same. The guy that was always laughing with his friend, that played basketball every Wednesday at 5 pm, thone wearing a different pokemon shirt every monday morning.

Both of you admiring each other from afar, and yet, never taking that step to talk to the other, too shy to dare.

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the thought crossed yuma's mind immediately: the lower mood you've been in these past few days, your complaints about not feeling well. at first he assumed you were coming down with some sort of sickness, only to realize that it's been a few weeks since you've last complained to him about your monthly bleeding.

he left the bed, movements slow as he rubbed his eyes with both of his hands, footsteps leading him towards where he assumed you were — the bathroom. his sweatpants hung low on his waist, the waistband of his boxers peeking from underneath as he knocked on the door ever so gently, waiting for a response. he knocked again after a few seconds; a little louder this time, hearing you mumble something from the inside. he took it as a sign to go inside.

yuma opened the door slowly, the door making a small creek sound as he did so. he peeked his head first — curious eyes catching a glimpse of you inside the bathroom, his face immediately falling.

you were laying on the floor, curled up into a ball as your face contorted in an expression full of pain. your cheeks were stained with tears as you sobbed quietly, hands crossed around your stomach.

'oh, sweetheart.' yuma mumbled quietly, kneeling down next to you. his hands immediately found their way to your shoulders — massaging them gently with a comforting touch. 'is it the cramps again?'

you could only nod in response, not moving from your current position.

'did you take painkillers?' yuma asked. you nodded again. 'they didn't start working yet, did they?'

another nod.

yuma hummed quietly, thinking to himself for a minute.

'do you want to get back to bed?' he asked, voice quiet and soothing. 'i could carry you.'

this time, you shook your head in response — yuma's brows furrowing in slight confusion.

'the tiles are cold.' you mumbled quietly, voice barely audible as you remained in your curled up state, a small sob escaping your lips. 'it feels nice.'

yuma smiled at your words — eyes filled with adoration and worry, hands drawing gentle patterns along the exposed parts of your back, ones your tank top didn't cover. he wasn't going to leave you there waiting for the painkillers to start working; opting instead to lay down next to u, body encaging yours in a big, comforting hug, the warm sensation of his skin against yours providing a nice contrast to the cold bathroom tiles. although you didn't move or change your position, your body eased into his touch almost on instinct — muscles loosening and almost melting in his hold.

'the medicine will work soon, i promise.' he whispered, leaning in to plant a soft kiss to your cheek. 'i'll lay here with you till it passes, okay?'

he noticed the way your lips curved up just slightly, a weak smile appearing on your lips at his words.

'thank you.' you murmured, hand finding his in slow movements. 'i love you.'

'i love you too, sweetheart.' he said, planting another kiss to your temple. 'let's spend today in bed, hm? just us, cuddles, a movie and snacks. i have your favorite ones stored away for occasions like these.'

you squeezed his hand gently, nodding in response.

'can we order food, too?' you asked.

'of course.' yuma chuckled, head nuzzling in the crook of your neck. 'you can choose what we eat, too. as long as it doesn't hurt your stomach.'

he planted yet another kiss, this time to your neck, then another one to your shoulder. and with the soothing touch and comforting presence of yuma absorbing you from all around, you seemed to almost forget about the pain still building up in your lower stomach — letting yourself enjoy the moment as you focused on your boyfriend and just how lucky you were to have him.

'you're the best.' you mumbled quietly, closing your eyes as your back rested against his chest. yuma smiled.

'you deserve it and nothing less, sweetheart.'

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you and jo had been friends for longer than you could remember, more years than you could count on your 2 hands. he had always been there for you - as kids, when you’d fell over at the park, crying over a graze on your knee; as teenagers, when you experienced your first heartbreak; as adults, when you were stressed over your demanding job. always. 

jo was your closest friend, and you appreciated him more than he knew. everything was perfect.

---

at first, jo felt the exact same way as you did. you were his best friend, his shoulder to lean on, his everything. you’d let him seek refuge at your place countless times when his parents would fight for what seemed like eternity, offering him a hug and blissful, comfortable silence to indulge in when it felt like his family was fallen apart. you never rushed him. never pushed for him to open up. never made him feel like too much or too little.

jo couldn’t remember a time when you weren’t there to reassure him, make him feel heard when his voice was quiet, which was most days. and to top it all off, you were amazing at cooking rice for him when he came over for dinner.

you were his most reliable friend and he loved you for that.

---

as time passed, jo eventually started noticing how his heart rate would speed up when you hugged him, how his hands became clammy every time you complimented him, how he could feel the blood rush to his ears when he heard your laugh. he felt like he was going crazy. whenever the two of you were apart, your face haunted his mind, that beautiful smile of yours always lingering in his head. 

jo’s deep-rooted love for you wasn’t simply platonic anymore. he loved you in a more intimate way, one in which he could notice your flaws and yet find them perfect, find your voice soothing to his troubles, your skin against his serving as a warmth he never knew he needed. it was undeniable that jo had fallen for you. 

---

jo was never a particularly confident or charismatic kind of guy, evidenced through his lack of experience with women. in the past, he would go out of his way to avoid talking to girls he had interest in, never having the courage to confess. and now, with you, he felt even more hopeless with his feelings, unsure of what to do or how to express his newfound crush - on his best friend of all people. however, jo was smart, and so he came up with a few ideas on how to subtly convey his feelings to you.

---

he’d begun buying treats for you more often, things you pointed out when you both hung out at the mall, or items you had shown him from your favourite brands online. when you’d ask why, he’d make excuses once he got too nervous to properly explain himself.

“oh, the makeup set was on sale so i thought i’d buy it for you. saves you the time, right?”

“my mom accidentally bought two of these shirts, and i know you like the brand. she said to give one to you.”

he’d started asking to hang out with you more, referring to them as dates, hiding his shaky hands as he watched for your reaction. he’d let out a quiet sigh when you laughed it off, a small shake of your head as you walked into your usual cafe. jo felt hopeless.

you seemed completely oblivious to his attempts. he felt discouraged that all of his effort seemed to be going to waste with each failure.

---

to you, jo had always been a sweet guy, a kind and gentle giant who was nothing short of perfect when it came to being your friend. although you had noticed a recent change in jo’s behaviour, nothing alerted you. it felt right to simply assume he was just being sweeter than usual - which you didn’t mind at all.

the underlying message of jo’s actions was completely missed, covered up by the platonic label he’d been stuck under for years. he had to do something to finally show you how he felt, before it was too late.

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it was a typical wednesday evening when your phone dinged with a message from jo. you had just gotten home from work.

jojo :

- hey y/n

- can i come over?

it wasn’t out of the ordinary for jo to ask to come over at such hours, so you accepted in a heartbeat, thinking nothing of it.

no longer than 10 minutes later, jo was in your apartment, kicking his shoes off and sitting on the couch. you couldn’t ignore how his hands trembled on his lap, fingers pinching at the fabric of his jeans. he had anxious written all over him.

“jo, are you okay?” you asked, sitting down on the couch next to him, concern evident in your tone of voice. jo sighed.

“uh, yeah, but… i need to talk to you about something.” his eyes flickered to yours. “something i’ve been avoiding for a while.”

“oh...okay. go ahead.”

jo took a second to calm himself down before turning to face you fully, the tips of his ears already a deep crimson colour.

“the truth is that i love you. as more than a friend. i have for a long time, i think. and you know how i am, i was too shy to tell you outright because i’m an idiot and i was afraid. so i tried to hint at it by buying you your favourite things, trying to show you that i care about you but it didn’t really work. i didn’t know if you were ignoring it or just couldn’t see the truth and it was driving me crazy and i couldn't help but overthink it all-”

before jo could say a word more, you wrap your arms around him. his rambling stopped almost instantly, his body melting into yours, his hands finding their resting spot on your lower back. you could feel him sigh into your shoulder.

“i’m sorry. i was just afraid i was going to ruin everything we have. nothing went how i wanted it to.”

“you don’t need to apologise for anything, jo. it should be me apologising, if anyone. i was oblivious.” you admitted, earning a small chuckle from jo.

“i wasn’t exactly forward with my advances, though.”

the two of you fell silent, holding each other with a gentle yet heavy grip. you were first to break the silence, lifting your head from his shoulder.

“you know, i’d be willing to give us a try.” jo’s head shot up, eyes blown wide in shock. “i’ve honestly felt the same as you recently. like i wanted something more from us.”

“r-really?” he asked in disbelief. his hands found your waist, squeezing your sides.

“yes, really.”

at your confession, jo brought his mouth to yours, lips grazing each other delicately. you reciprocated, your mouth pressing into jo’s, causing him to let out a quiet noise of surprise, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. 

jo had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like years, his dream seeming impossible. but now he had you, and he wasn’t about to let you go.

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younger bf! maki who had only selective friendships, despite being extremely popular and well mannered.

younger bf! maki who crosses paths with you when the basketball accidentally bounces off court and hits your shin while you were studying, seated at a bench nearby. he runs to you, continuously apologizing even though the hit wasn’t intentional.

younger bf! maki who absolutely gets astonished by your dazzling smile that you flash at him, being kind and reassuring that it didn’t hurt you at all and it was completely alright.

younger bf! maki whose face almost turns red at how flustered the interaction made him, turns away and gets back to the game, the picture of your smile imprinted on the back of his mind.

younger bf! maki who loses sleep over the tiny moment between you two replaying in his head throughout the entire night. he’s completely awestruck by your presence.

younger bf! maki who doesn’t hesitate to ask around and inquire about you, only to find out that you were a senior in his own major.

younger bf! maki who is shy at first but eventually mans up and follows you around uni and tries his best to interact with you, being careful enough to not cross any boundaries.

younger bf! maki who genuinely torments himself by denying all the deep attraction that he felt towards you over the few weeks that you had been friends.

younger bf! maki who secretly gets possessive over you, shooting unconscious glares at whoever tried to get close to you or acted a bit too friendly towards you for his liking.

younger bf! maki who gets so flustered every time his friends tease him about you but never shows it openly. little did he knows his rose coloured cheeks and the smile threatening to creep upto his lips gave everything away.

younger bf! maki who gets extremely jealous when he sees you hanging out guys in your year. the fact that they know you longer, better and are closer to you than him makes him feel sad.

younger bf! maki who makes his best efforts to observe and learn about you all the damn time, spending all the free time he has with you, trailing behind you like a puppy.

younger bf! maki who brings you your favourite food and stays by your side every time you're stressed because of assignments.

younger bf! maki who gets judged by other girls who are interested in him for hanging out with someone who isn’t as popular as him, but in reality all those talks get blurred out the moment he sees you smile.

younger bf! maki who never oversteps boundaries and is extremely respectful towards you, often looking up to you, admiring your passion and confidence, all while being absolutely in love with you.

younger bf! maki who makes your heart flutter every time he makes those puppy eyes at you unknowingly, giggling at your half funny jokes, paying attention to your words whenever you speak in a group of people, giving all sense of his concentration to your every little move.

younger bf! maki who is extremely oblivious of your gaze that always travels to him, filled with adoration and also the feeling that floods your chest every time he smiles at you, dimples almost kissing your heart.

younger bf! maki who doesn’t even have a bit of an idea how your chest swells and your face heats up every single time he calls you ‘noona’ with the softest voice ever.

younger bf! maki who finally breaks out of his own bubble of denial, only to realise that he couldn’t hold all the feelings he has for you in him anymore,

younger bf! maki who shudders at the thought of even confessing to you, because in his eyes, you were the most perfect human being with no flaws. it would be a miracle if you liked him back.

younger bf! maki who plans his confession a million times in his head, repeating his words over and over again, stuttering even at the impromptu confession to a wall that his friends had to witness.

younger bf! maki who genuinely gets his friends worried at how nervous he gets before telling you about his feelings for you. nobody would’ve expected mr.popular-handsome-good-at-everything man to have his hands shaking at a mere conversation.

younger bf! maki who at last gains all the courage and plans a dinner for you at his house, his supportive family leaving the house for you two to have your moment.

younger bf! maki who cooks your favourite dishes (he had spent weeks perfecting the taste), based on all his observations, the ones which came to him naturally when admiring your every move.

younger bf! maki who looks visibly nervous when he opens the door, letting you in into a dimly lit house, candles flickering at a distance on their dining table, everything arranged neatly, food plated neatly and cloches places over necessary dishes.

younger bf! maki whose hands tremble with the nerves as he tries to serve you your food, while hesitating to look at you, shyness taking over him the moment you two are alone.

younger bf! maki who gets taken aback when you almost snatch the fork out of his hands, serving food for both yourself and him, his eyes going wide and puppy-like. “hey, it’s alright maki, relax. let me do it okay?” you say calmly like your heart isn’t threatening to burst out of your ribcage anytime soon.

younger bf! maki who is oblivious to the fact that you sensed what was coming, right when he invited you home for dinner, but you pretended to play along, just to watch him adorably do it in his own way.

younger bf! maki who purses his lips, setting down the dessert spoon as he finishes eating. his eyes stay fixated on you as he watched you take the first bite of the delicacy that was crafted carefully and oh so lovingly by his own hands.

younger bf! maki who waits for your reaction and immediately lights up when your eyebrows raise along with your lips curving into an oh so beautiful smile. “this is delicious, maki. thank you.” you say as you scoop up the last bite and savour it.

younger bf! maki who paces around the living room, repeating his speech, the words that he wanted to say to you, loud and clear when you leave the living room to him while you use the restroom.

“okay maki, breathe. just say whatever you planned. she’ll accept your confession. or maybe not… but uh we have to confess— okay repeat once again. breathe… wait i cannot talk if she looks at me like that i like her too much fuck—” a chuckle resonates behind him and his heart momentarily stops. doomed.

maki turns around, the small velvet box stumbling off of his hands but he catches it clumsily. you watch his actions with an amused smile. just how flustered can he get around you?

the expression on his face was a mixture of fright, embarrassment, shock— and also absolutely hilarious to you. you almost failed to hold back your laugh.

“what was that about?” you ask, a gentle smile, full of adoration and amusement gracing your lips.

words get stuck in his throat and he immediately hides the box behind him, his huge palms enveloping the mini cuboid. he shakes his head indicating the sweet commotion to be nothing.

“i’ve heard it all now c’mon.” you take a step forward to stand right in front of him.

maki lets out a sigh of defeat, his lips pressing into a thin line, dimples popping out adorably. he opens the tiny box, arms resting on either sides of his torso. his eyes flicker between you and the tiny ring that encircled itself around a thin, silver chain, which rested oh so beautifully against the velvet base of the box.

your mouth falls agape at how stunning yet simple the neck piece looks. simple and stunning? that's what you were to him.

“i uhhh… actually forgot everything I planned to say initially but uhh..” his voice trails off, nervousness getting the best of him. with a deep inhale, he starts again.

“i really like you, noona.” heart flutter. you nod.

“I've liked you since the day i saw you. you're probably one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I know it seems like I'm being too intense with my emotions right now, but I just think that's how i feel. There's not a day that goes by without me wanting to be yours and wanting to make you mine.”

an uncontrollable smile creeps up to your features, your hand almost raising up to cover your face in order to hide the blood that rushed to your cheeks. oh he was so utterly adorable.

“and this necklace. I initially wanted to buy you a ring, maybe like a promise ring? I know it's too soon but i would like to pledge my loyalty to you, you know?”

a laugh erupts from your mouth at such deep words that he had used to describe his loyalty, a laugh purely out of adoration and love for the younger man.

Maki's face turns into a question mark, along with a dimpled smile that appears caused by your contagious laugh.

“why are you laughinggg???!!!”

“pledge your loyalty to me? what are you? a knight?” your laugh dies down with your question, the remains of it still playing on your lips.

“i mean i could be. noona’s knight in shining armour?” he shrugs.

“anyways what i wanted to say is, i promise to be the best boyfriend ever and i promise to treat you better than any man you've ever met. noona, would you like to be my girlfrie—”

“yes”

“let me finis—”

“i cannot wait to kiss you, you're so damn cute.”

you step forward, palms cradling his face as you press your lips onto his softly. maki kisses you back so sincerely, hands gently and respectfully resting on your waist, his body hovering against yours while his brain does a good job at holding him back from completely dissolving into your touch.

“riki wilhelm maus, yes, i will be your girlfriend.” you say as you pull away, your finger reaching to boop his nose, your waist now attached to his hip while his arms completely wrapped around you.

his face displays the widest grin you've ever seen, and oh those cutest little dimples in the world make your heart skip multiple beats.

“sooo…” his eyes wander all over your face and the pretty smile that took over your face and he speaks, “do I still call you noona?” he tilts his head in question.

“yes?? I love it when you call me that.” you reply and a giggle erupts in response, as he brings you closer to bury his face in your neck.

younger bf! maki who's so so smitten and would cherish such a moment forever, often giggling over it every now and then. his friends were definitely gonna hear the end of it and his heart would never forget the swell of his chest that he had felt at that very moment.

your first impression of euijoo, however, was a little different.

your earliest memory of him was of a short, tiny boy with hair so round his head was practically a circle.

he stood wordlessly behind his mom, offering nothing but a shy wave as she introduced you two.

you remember your silent play while your mothers laughed over coffee. you remember him stealing little glances at you before quickly looking away, the tips of his ears glowing pink whenever your eyes met.

you also remember the first ray of sunshine he ever gave you.

it happened on a walk home from the playground, tired of the ‘adult talk’ that took over the dinner table. the sky had darkened without warning, and before either of you realized it, rain was pouring hard enough to soak through your clothes in seconds. you’d whined about getting wet, trying to shield your head with your hands.

without saying a word, euijoo took off his tiny yellow raincoat.

he draped it over your shoulders instead.

he walked the rest of the way home in the rain wearing nothing but a damp t-shirt, insisting in his small voice that he wasn’t cold even though his teeth had started chattering.

when his mother scolded him later, he only smiled sheepishly.

“she would’ve gotten sick.”

after that, the strings of your lives kept crossing—through reluctant playdates, family trips that turned into your family and the byuns. through afternoons together that always seemed to last a little longer than they should.

those strings eventually crossed into a tight little knot, too tangled to ever come apart.

somewhere along the way, your playdates became voluntary. weekends at euijoo’s house started outnumbering the ones you spent at your own—it felt almost strange for you two to be apart.

somewhere along the way, being around euijoo became as natural as breathing.

high school came and went with him by your side.

in the midst of failed exams and celebrations, late-night tutoring and quiet walks home, he remained the one constant you could always count on.

and at that point, your lives had melded together. friendship melted into something softer.

so when euijoo finally asked you out, just days before graduation, the answer had always been yes.

even through the screen, it was still you two.

you watched his face on survival shows. waited through practices that ran too late for him to come home. cheered every small victory until they became milestones.

when he finally debuted, it was still you two.

suddenly, the sunshine that had once belonged to lazy afternoons in your neighborhood was illuminating concert venues and stadiums instead.

millions of people came to know the warmth you’d been lucky enough to grow up with.

they loved his smile, his kindness. they loved the way he looked after everyone around him.

you couldn’t blame them—you had fallen for those same things years ago.

and deep down you knew there were parts of his sunshine that only belonged to you.

the soft orange of sleepy phone calls after midnight. the bright honey of his laugh when not in front of a camera. the way he’d whisper your name so kindly, so softly your face would flush amber.

those moments grew fewer as idol life only became busier.

tours and promotions asked too much from him. his eyebags grew deeper, recordings blurred into rehearsals into music shows, and on the nights he finally had time to call, his voice was always tinged with exhaustion.

you couldn’t help but wish things were easier for him.

and though euijoo always showed up when he could—always made time for you—it was usually you who fit your lives together.

you made the reservations and bought the movie tickets. you planned birthday dinners around impossible schedules. you found the tiny pockets of time where the two of you could simply exist together. all euijoo had to do was show up.

and sometimes, even that was a pretty big ask.

but you never minded.

loving euijoo had never been about keeping score. if taking a little more off his shoulders meant seeing him smile, then it was worth every reservation made and every date planned.

euijoo, however, never saw it that way.

despite your endless reassurance, he carried the guilt with him. every canceled plan or rushed goodbye weighed heavy. every special occasion that had to compete with a schedule that demanded more time than he had in a day.

so this time, he wanted things to be different.

for your anniversary, euijoo wanted to do something special.

to take matters into his own hands for once.

so there he was—spreading his arms wide, euijoo tossed the picnic blanket onto the grass with a triumphant grin, the red checkered fabric standing out against the endless stretch of green.

“there,” he said, more to himself than you, dusting his hands together. “perfect.”

you laughed, already reaching into the picnic basket only for him to gently nudge your hand away.

“nope.”

you shot him a questioning look, “juj—”

“i’ve got it.” he reassured, a soft smirk playing at his lips. “trust me, just relax this time.”

before you could argue, he was already unpacking everything himself—sandwiches wrapped neatly in paper, fruit he’d cut into little pieces that morning, your favorite snacks he’d somehow remembered to buy after you’d mentioned them weeks ago.

he talked the entire time, words spilling out effortlessly as he arranged everything with surprising care.

euijoo rambled on in a way he only ever did with you, jumping from funny stories from practice to a dog he’d seen on the walk over. you loved listening to him talk as much as you treasured the comforting silence you two had shared. 

and yet, somewhere along the way, his words faded into the background.

instead, you watched him.

you couldn’t help it.

the afternoon sun hung high above, bathing him in warm golden light that made his skin practically glow. the brown wash of his hair burned almost orange beneath the summer sky, tiny beads of sweat forming along his temples from the heat.

he looked beautiful.

not in the ‘super star k-pop idol byun euijoo’ way. but in a softer, gentler way. in the way his bright laugh filled a room. in the way he melted into your arms after a particularly long day. in the way he always made sure your drink was within reach before thinking about his own.

you weren’t sure if you’d ever stop looking at him like this.

“…yn?”

you blinked back to reality, euijoo staring at you with an amused smile.

he continued, “did you hear what i said?”

“of course.” you replied immediately, without thinking. “you were just talking about how…”

you trailed off, searching your brain's most recent memories for something he’d said. your mind, however, had betrayed you—replacing every word he’d spoken with the image of sunlight caught in his coffee-brown hair and the pink dusting his cheeks.

“i’m sorry,” you uttered meekly, corners of your mouth ticking up apologetically. he feigned anguish, shaking his head with a disappointed ‘its okay…’ yet the corner of his mouth stayed ticked up into a smirk.

only when he took a seat beside you on the blanket did you take in the scene before you.

the blanket sat beneath the shade of an old oak tree, big enough to shield you from the heat while light leaked through gaps in between. birds hummed somewhere off in the distance, daisies twirled between your fingers where your hand met the grass.

the basket between you overflowed with food he’d packed, far too much for the both of you. croissants that overflowed with cream and fruit. small sandwiches with pickles, others without because euijoo knew you didn’t like them.

it was nothing extravagant. it was no dinner reservation in fancy outfits, neither was it a grand vacation somewhere foreign.

but to you, it was wonderful. your heart swelled all the same because every minute detail whispered the same message. 

i thought of you.

when you turned back to face him, he was already looking at you.

his eyes softened the moment yours met them, crinkling into that familiar smile. the same one that never failed to wake the butterflies in your stomach, even after all this time.

you reached for his hand.

“thank you, love.”

he turned your palm over, brushing his thumb across your knuckles before pressing a gentle kiss against them.

“always.”

𓂃 ₊⊹ ✿

time seemed to blur after that.

you think 15 minutes had passed, you weren’t sure. it could’ve been years or just a few seconds.

yet for those few lovely moments it was just you, the park and euijoo, the rest of the world lulling to a quiet. 

nothing else mattered but the laughs you two shared between bites or euijoo’s hand brushing your skin when you got crumbs on your face.

for those few perfect moments, euijoo didn’t have to be ‘&team’s byun euijoo’—he was just yours. it all felt so bright, like the sun was shining just for you two. like nothing could go wrong. 

the first raindrop landed on your arm, leaving a glossy trail behind as it ran down.

it was so small you barely noticed it. a cool little tap against sun warmed skin. and then another. one fell on euijoo’s shoulder. another dotting the blanket, rippling through the surface of your lemonade.

you both looked up at the same time, the once bright blue sky now painted gray. your gaze turns back to euijoo, seeing the light in his face dim to a worry.

he stretches his hand out, just barely beyond the shade of your tree. 

“…baby” he murmurs, a tiny pout already forming. “i think it’s gonna rain.”

you hum in agreement as another drop lands on the blanket, “maybe it’ll pass.”

“hopefully,” he answers, but he sounds unconvinced. 

the drops multiply, pelting into the ground and splattering onto you. 

they’re coming in harder, faster. euijoo is already pulling the basket closer beneath the tree, shifting the containers away from the edge of the blanket. he smooths a hand over the cloth as if that’ll somehow stop the rain from reaching it.

“…okay, maybe not.” euijoo’s brows knit together.

the rain is coming down in sheets now, his gaze darting back to the food. “shit, it’s all gonna get wet. the blanket, the bread—baby your dress.”

he gives up on avoiding it and hurriedly starts gathering containers together to pack up. his movements rushed and clumsy in a way they rarely were.

he pauses for a moment, his head falling down as he exhales.

“i’m sorry.”

the words caught you off guard. you tilt your head down, trying to meet euijoo’s worried eyes, “for what?”

“i wanted today to be perfect,” the words come out with a small, disappointed laugh. “i checked the forecast and everything, i really thought it’d stay sunny.”

something in your heart bloomed, warm despite the cold rain which was coming in harder.

even now, standing in the middle of a park while rain soaked through his hair, his biggest concern wasn’t truly the food or the picnic or even himself.

it was you.

it was returning the favor the countless dates you’d planned in previous, all thoughtful and flawless. 

in his head, euijoo’d failed. himself, sure—but most importantly, he’d failed you.

you reached up, tucking a damp strand of hair away from his forehead.

“euijoo.”

he finally looked at you.

you continued, “it already is.”

euijoo smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. like he wasn’t convinced yet.

you pressed a light kiss to his cheek, “come on.”

and before he could stop you, you stepped out from beneath the tree.

the cold bit you instantly, raindrops dotting your shoulders and soaking through your dress.

somewhere behind you—

“yn!”

you only laughed.

spreading your arms wide, you tipped your head toward the sky.

you blinked through the water to find a perplexed euijoo. his eyebrows knit together as he laughed, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.

“come dance with me, juju!” you shouted through the downpour.

“…out there?” he asked hesitantly, though his grip on the containers had already loosened.

“especially out here.” you bit back a laugh as you teased, “unless you’re scared.”

“scared?” he scoffed, a grin tugging at his lips. “of a little rain?”

pushing himself up, euijoo weighed his options for just a second before finally stepping out from beneath the tree.

his shoulders jumped with a gasp as the rain hit him, his hair flattening and sticking to his forehead.

you giggled, holding out your hand to pull him closer.

just inches away, you noticed the beads of water clinging to his eyelashes. the way his skin glowed without the layers of stage makeup. the way his cheeks puffed up with that smile you’d loved since you were children.

“there’s no music.”

“that’s okay,” you murmured, resting your hand on his shoulder.

euijoo slides his into your free hand, the other settling at your waist—warmth seeping through your dress at the contact.

to nothing but the rhythm of the rain, he took one careful step.

and then another.

mud splashed at your ankles as euijoo’s focus stayed pinned to the ground so as to not step on your feet.

“…sorry,” he whispered when he very unfortunately failed to do so. “i’m not very good at dancing.”

you let out a laugh, euijoo finally making eye contact with you. “are you sure?”

“mhm.”

“that’s alright then,” you play along as he absentmindedly lifts your joined hands. “it’s just us.”

he repeated the words under his breath, like they eased whatever worries still lingered in his mind. 

just us.

he gave your hand a gentle tug, encouraging you into a spin.

you squealed as your shoes slipped against the damp grass, and euijoo grabbed your waist before you could fall. a surprised laugh burst from him a heartbeat later when he nearly lost his footing too.

"you're lucky i caught you," he said with a grin, steadying you against him.

you raised a brow.

"pretty sure i caught you too."

"...let's call it teamwork."

his shoulders shook with another laugh, the sound warm and unguarded. yours dissolved into something quieter as you looked at him, bringing your forehead to meet his.

rain dripped from his hair. his cheeks were flushed from smiling. his thumb never stopped tracing slow circles over the back of your hand.

there were three little words hanging comfortably between the two of you.

neither of you said them.

neither of you had to.

"happy anniversary, juju."

"happy anniversary, my love." he leaned in, pressing one lingering kiss against your forehead before pulling you back into another clumsy sway. 

your sunshine had never been the weather.

it had always just been byun euijoo.

bassist!jo who had caught your attention through low bass vibrations streaming through an empty classroom.

bassist!jo who you peeked at through the small window in the door, catching a glimpse of him.

his hair fell softly over his face, head bopping along to the music that played through the headphones planted on his ears.

bassist!jo whose fingers moved faster than you could keep track of, his eyes closed as he played a bass line that had you tapping your foot without realizing.

bassist!jo who never quite left your mind after that day, your small crush on him fueled by split seconds of eye contact in the halls.

bassist!jo who absentmindedly tapped bass rhythms against his desk during class, pencil drumming against the wood whenever he got lost in thought.

bassist!jo who you suddenly got paired up with for a group project, flashing a shy smile when your names had been called out.

bassist!jo who barely spoke a word as you discussed the project—preferring gentle nods and quiet mhm’s—yet still listened to every instruction you gave him.

bassist!jo who you caught staring once or twice while you spoke, ears burning a bright pink the second your eyes met.

bassist!jo who you’d agreed to meet up with after school to work on the project.

bassist!jo who—with flushed cheeks—meekly offered to share his earphones with you when you’d groaned about leaving yours at home.

bassist!jo who you noticed always wore a different pair of headphones. when you’d asked why, you could’ve sworn you’d seen his eyes light up.

bassist!jo who admitted one pair made the vocals sound warmer, another brought out the bass, another made every little instrument easier to hear—as if every song held tiny secrets waiting to be discovered.

bassist!jo who apologized when he realized he’d been talking for too long, completely unaware you could’ve listened to him for hours.

bassist!jo whose hands met yours when you both reached for the same sheet of paper. you couldn’t help but notice they were rough and calloused, worn down from years of practice.

bassist!jo who you learned more about through whispered conversations in class and study sessions that stretched late into the night.

bassist!jo who couldn’t listen to a song anymore without wondering if you’d like it too.

bassist!jo who disappeared into his room for hours after you’d casually mentioned your favorite band.

bassist!jo who acted strangely nervous whenever one of your favorite songs came on.

bassist!jo who eventually admitted he’d learned every bass line from your playlist, scratching the back of his neck as if it weren’t a big deal.

bassist!jo who’d started offering you an earbud without you having to ask, playing songs he said reminded him of you but could never really explain why.

bassist!jo who you’d, one day, asked to teach you how to play.

bassist!jo who patiently guided your fingers along the strings, gently repositioning your hand whenever it slipped.

bassist!jo who couldn’t help but laugh when your fingers buzzed against the frets, quickly apologizing the second he saw your mock glare.

bassist!jo who secretly thought you looked adorable trying.

bassist!jo whose ears burned pink all over again when your fingers brushed against his.

bassist!jo who nervously invited you to watch his band perform, eyes fixed firmly on the floor until you said yes.

bassist!jo who treasured the friendship bracelet you’d given him as a good luck charm, tying it around the headstock of his bass before every performance.

bassist!jo who transformed the moment he stepped onto the stage.

nowhere to be found was the boy who stumbled over his words. in his place stood someone confident, someone who let the music do all the talking.

bassist!jo who broke character the second he spotted you in the crowd.

bassist!jo who smiled so brightly at you he nearly forgot where he was.

bassist!jo who fumbled a single note when your gazes met—not loud enough for anyone but you to notice, though his ears still flushed bright pink.

bassist!jo who couldn’t quite meet your eyes once the performance ended, convinced he’d ruined the entire set over one tiny mistake.

bassist!jo who looked up in surprise when you came running toward him the moment he stepped offstage.

bassist!jo who you kissed before you’d even realized what you were doing.

bassist!jo who stumbled back half a step, heart hammering so loudly he swore you could hear it over the crowd.

bassist!jo who let the adrenaline guide him as he cupped your face, carefully angling your head to meet his. his other hand rested against your waist, grip just firm enough to keep himself grounded.

bassist!jo who, after years of letting music speak for him, was grateful you heard his voice, too.