Fluff

The bustling of crew members muffled as you closed the door to your trailer. Letting out a sigh, you sat down and plopped your head into your hands. Could you do this? When you took the role you had paid no mind to the eventual kiss scene written into the script. What you had not anticipated though, was falling for your costar. Now you had to kiss him and the whole world would see it.

A light knock brought you to your senses, it was probably someone coming to tell you to the scene started in ten minutes. "Come in." You sighed again, taking a swig from a water bottle.

To your surprise, Wooyoung peaked his head into the small trailer. "Hey." He smiled a little and shut the door behind him.

"Hi." You shakily answered back.

"You looked a little stressed. I wanted to see how you were holding up." The concerned look on his face made your heart flutter a bit.

"Oh. I'm- I'm fine. Thanks for asking." You have him a smile to reassure him and he nodded his had slowly.

A comfortable silence settled over you as he stood there for a minute. Taking another drink from your bottle, you felt your nerves calm a little. He looked handsome in his costume. His hair was purposely messy and his makeup looked as if he had been in a fight. You could hardly tear your eyes away from him.

"Is it because of the next scene." His question shattered your composure and you choked on your water.

"No." You said a little too quickly.

"Oh. That's what it is." Nodding his head again, he unwrapped his arms and leaned against the counter. His eyes met yours. "We could practice if you want."

That caught you off guard. "Really?" Maybe it would help. You definitely weren't going to turn down a change to kiss him.

He pushed off the counter and came to stand next to you. "If you want to." His voice was softer and you froze as you looked up at his deep brown eyes. Not trusting your voice to form a response, you nodded your head yes.

He took your hand gently, pulling you up and bringing his other hand to your face. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to yours softly. Your fingers instinctively moved to his waist and twisted in the rough fabric of his costume.

Pulling away, he thought for a second. "Maybe this." He murmured to himself. Pulling you closer, he brought your arms to wrap around his neck. One hand came to caress your face and his other held your jaw. Gazing deeply into your eyes, he moved in again and softly pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered close at the feeling and your fingers played with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. He began to move his lips against yours, tilting his head to kiss you better.

You lost yourself in the kiss, loving the way his hands cradled your face gently. A bang on the door and a yell pulled you apart.

"Action scene starts in five minutes!"

Bringing your fingers to your lips, you looked at him questioningly. "Action scene? Did you know they changed it?"

A smirk played on his lips. "Maybe." You shoved him and shook your head at him, failing to hide your smile. He laced his fingers with yours and gave you a bright smile. "How about we get something to eat after work? We could practice some more if you want." With a laugh, you agreed and pushed him out of your trailer.

The warmth of his hands cupping your face permeated deep into your cold skin. His fingers swiped over your cheek, pushing away an errant strand of hair.

"I just can't seem to stay away from you," He mumbled between kisses. "I'd miss your pretty lips too much."

Intoxicated by the way his lips moved on yours and the way your breath mixed in the crowded space, you felt a rush at his admission. His familiar scent of tobacco and pine filled your senses and you leaned into his embrace further.

"San-" murmuring his name, you pulled back a little only for his lips to follow yours.

"What is it, baby?" He looked at you with that look. The heavy look that weakened your resolve and turned your heart to mush.

"Please don't ever leave me." He knew you were worried when you bit your lip, a nervous tick of yours.

He tugged on the string of the hoodie covering your frame, his hoodie. Pulling you to sit in his lap, he gazed into your eyes with his usual intensity. "I could never leave you babe."

Pressing kisses to your lips once again, sweeter and softer this time, he brought his hand to the back of your neck. "I'm no good for you, baby." Your fingers wrapped in his soft ebony locks, lips littering kisses along his jawline. "But I love you way too much to leave."

Shifting to face him, you took his face in your hands and felt your heart jump a bit when he leaned into your touch. "Only about a thousand times."

It had been about a month since you had been able to see him, with comeback preparations and performances always getting in the way. Today was his day off, and by darn he would spend it with you in his arms. You loved this clingy side of him, how he would whine if you left his embrace and the way his hands never left yours.

Leaning back against the couch, he gazed at your face lovingly. "Do you think the stars are jealous of how gorgeous you are?" Pressing a kiss to the back of your hand which was intertwined with his, he leaned forward to wink at you. "I'm positive they are."

Burying your head in his neck, you shook your head at him. "You're so cheesy."

Pulling you forward to rest your head on his chest, he chucked and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Only for you darling. Only for you."

You sent the text as best as you could with your shaky fingers, hoping Wooyoung would call. Hearing his voice would soothe your nerves. It always did. After nearly twenty minutes of waiting you figured he was asleep and needed to resort to other methods to calm down. Although time had passed, you were still trembling. This dream had been particularly bad. One of your greatest fears had visited you tonight and visions of being followed plagued your every thought. 

As you fumbled around the kitchen looking for something of comfort, a quick knock at the door almost scared you senseless. Should you answer the door? Would the man from your dreams be on the other side? Slowly and carefully, you made your way to the door, taking off your slipper in case you needed a weapon. Peaking through the peephole, you let out a sigh of relief and threw the door open. 

Wooyoung’s warm arms enveloped your waist before you could even greet him. His hands pressed your head to his chest, caging you in the protection of his embrace. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you could feel his rapid heartbeat and the way his chest heaved as he caught his breath. 

“Are you okay? I came as fast as I could.” His voice was low and soft, sending shivers down your spine. 

“I expected you to call me, not run all the way here. You’re going to catch a cold, it’s probably five degrees out there!” 

Disregarding your worries, his eyes traced your face. “You’ve been crying.” Concern laced his voice as he reached to brush his thumb beneath your eyes

“I- I was so scared.” upon hearing the hitch in your voice, he pulled you to his chest once more. One hand held you as close to him as possible while the other ran soothing circles along your back. 

He led you to your room, checking under the bed and in the closet at your request. Situating your positions so he could keep an eye on the door, he pulled you to him once more and promised you that nothing would hurt you. Even when you chuckled a little, telling him it was just a dream, he remained serious. “Nothing touches my angel and lives to tell the tale.” Taking in his determined expression, you felt your heart swell with love. You whispered out a small “thank you,” before pressing a peck to his lips and snuggling into the safety of his arms. 

Sighing in frustration, you cracked an egg into the bowl before you. Just like usual, you were flying around at the last minute, trying to get everything put together. You definitely should have started hours earlier. Today was the day Wonpil had invited his bandmates over for a party. Foolishly, you had promised the boys a fresh batch of gingerbread cookies without remembering you had work that day as well. With thirty minutes left until they arrived, you could only pray the cookies would be ready.

Washing your hands to prevent spreading salmonella, you jumped as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. "Hey baby." With the cookies distracting you, you hadn't even heard Wonpil come in. Turning around, you smiled and pecked his cheek quickly. "How was your day?" Your husband’s bright smile temporarily lifted your spirits, until you remembered the cookies.

"Sorry honey, I don't have time to catch up right now." Pushing out of his hold, you felt a little bad when you saw his smile melt.

Once the cookies were in the oven and the frosting was made, you finally had a moment to breathe. Wonpil came to stand by you and took a bit of frosting with a spoon. He hummed in approval and licked the spoon clean. "Is it good? Is it sweet enough?" You wanted these cookies to be perfect.

Brushing a strand of hair from your face, he smiled softly. "It's sweet. But not as sweet as you." Quickly reaching out, he smeared a bit of frosting on your nose, giggling to himself.

"KIM WONPIL YOU DID NOT JUST-" He turned to run, but wasn't quick enough and soon had a line of frosting running down his face.

This meant war.

Breaking free, Wonpil crouched behind a chair, fearing the maniacal look in your eyes. For every step you took forward, he took one backwards until his back bumped against the counter you were previously standing at. Grabbing a fistful of flour, he threw the white powder at you and quickly dove under the table for cover.

You coughed as a cloud of white floated around your face. That little... Two could play at this game. Running to the counter, you grabbed the bag of powdered sugar and zeroed in on your target. Like a hunter stalking its prey, you effectively backed him into a corner. With him vulnerable and defenseless, you grabbed a handful of the sugar and threw it in his face. Another one followed, and soon he was covered in fine white powder.

Diving forward, he grabbed your torso and you both went down, his head landing on your chest. He looked up at you with love filled, albeit frightened, eyes. "Truce?"

You giggled at the sight of him covered in flour and ran your fingers through his hair. "Truce." With that familiar toothy grin, he connected your lips in a sugary kiss.

Carried away by the food fight, you had both completely forgotten that company was arriving in about one minute. Wonpil carefully stood and offered you a hand up. Wiping your forehead, he pressed a lingering kiss to the now clean area.

The dinging of a timer along with the ringing of your doorbell brought the two of you to your senses.

I got you, anon. Sorry for the late reply, finals were kicking my butt lmao ~Admin K

Rushing around your apartment, you frantically attempted to get ready. Eric’s Christmas party was in three minutes and nothing was going as planned. Your hair was a mess and your outfit was lacking something yet you couldn't put a finger on it. You knew it wasn't a big deal though. When you came over in your pajamas, looking like a train wreck, Eric would always say you looked adorable. He was sweet like that. 

In fact, your boyfriend was absolutely perfect. Except for maybe one thing. He hadn’t even kissed you yet. Maybe he didn’t think it was a big deal or maybe he was too nervous, but you couldn’t wait to kiss his plump lips. If he didn’t make a move soon, you felt like you might go insane. 

All of your frustration washed away once you knocked on the door and he greeted you with a huge smile. He wore a simple Christmas sweater, yet his broad shoulders had your heart doing flips. Everything, from the way he smiled with his perfect teeth to his sharp jawline and beautiful eyebrows had you in awe and so grateful that you could call him your own. He greeted you with a quick kiss to your forehead and pulled you into the dorm. 

“Y/n is here!” Everyone let out a cheer once they saw you had arrived. 

Sunwoo looked absolutely bored. “Great. Eric wouldn’t let us do anything until you got here.” 

“Okay, okay, let’s get this party started!” People rushed past you to begin the food line, joking around and laughing happily. 

Stepping back from the crowd, you turned to Eric and thanked him for waiting for you. “That was really sweet of you. Although, I kinda look like a mess right now."

“I couldn’t start the party without my favorite person.” He slyly winked. "And hey," Leaning in closer, he brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re gorgeous.” Shoving his shoulder, you couldn’t hide your blush, causing him to laugh.

The party passed quicky with lots of laughs. You were grateful you had come, Eric's parties were always a good time.

Although you were having fun, the night chaotically came to an end when Changmin almost stabbed Hyunjae with the pin from the makeshift ‘pin the hat on Santa’ game. For everyone’s safety, Sangyeon called it a night and began packing up the game. 

“Maybe I should go. I have an early day tomorrow.” You looked at Eric apologetically, feeling bad that you had to leave early. 

“It’s okay. I’ll walk you home.” Grabbing your coat, he walked to the doorway where you were waiting, and froze. 

A loud cheer came from across the room. “Ooo Eric. Caught under the mistletoe. I bet you planed that, didn’t you?” Looking up, you confirmed that you were, in fact, under the mistletoe. Eric looked ready to deck Kevin for that comment and you had to pull him back. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You sure wanted that kiss, but you wanted him to be ready too. 

Eric opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Younghoon shouting, “Serves you right!” He looked extremely smug and you recalled how Eric had pulled a trick on him with the plant just days earlier. 

Turning back to you, Eric looked at you silently. "I wanted this to be special, but trust me, I want to do this.” Closing the gap between you, he cradled your face in his hands and kissed you gently. Pulling back to look at you, he smiled a little and captured your lips again. This kiss was deeper and more intense than the first one, making your head spin. He guided you forward until your back rested against the door frame and he was pressed against you. Letting out a soft sigh, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. Angling his head more, he found a better angle and continued to work at your lips while his hands rubed at your sides softly.

The kiss could have continued for much longer, but the clearing of a throat, quite possibly Sangyeon's, had you regretably pulling apart.

“Ew. Gross. We just wanted you to kiss, not make out.” Sunwoo shook his head and left the room, mumbling something about washing his eyes. 

You couldn’t tell whose cheeks were redder, yours or Eric’s. Quickly excusing youselves, you slipped out the door and walked towards your apartment.

“Hey. Guess what I grabbed.” Eric smirked. Pulling a small sprig of mistletoe from his pocket. Tilting your chin up with his fingers, he held it above your head and pecked you softly. “Now I have an excuse to kiss you all the way home.”