#(youngjae)

⋆˚꩜｡ dohoon

it was a friday night, and that meant your weekly date night with dohoon. this week, you had decided to have a stay in date at their dorms, where you ordered food for everyone and played video games in the living room. you all were having fun, throwing jokes left and right, and making fun of each other’s mario kart skills. as the night grew darker, the others started heading to bed, leaving you and dohoon in the living room

you had shifted from your spot from the couch, planning to clean up the mess before heading home. dohoon had told you they had schedules the next day, so it was best for you to go home so that you were out of everybody’s way when they needed to get ready in the morning. 

“i’ll go home after cleaning-“ you started, before you felt dohoon’s arms wrap around your waist. “no,” he whined “you’re staying the night with me.” you could only let out a small laugh at his reaction. dohoon, despite caring so deeply of his cool image, was always so clingy when the it’s time for you to go home. he had always claimed that you helped him sleep better. which is true, considering it would need double the effort to get him out of his bed if you were sleeping with him. 

“you have schedules tomorrow and i don’t want to bother-“ you couldn’t even finish you sentence before dohoon pulled you back on the couch. falling onto your back, you barely had time to escape before dohoon put his entire body weight on you. “you’re not a bother to anyone, and the schedules are in the afternoon,” he said casually as if you weren’t being squished, “so can we please cuddle and sleep in tomorrow?” he finally brought his gaze to you, waiting for your response. 

you were going to say no, but you couldn’t resist the look on his face. from his beady eyes, to his puffed out cheeks, and to his pouty lips, he was already begging you to stay.

“fine, you’re getting away with it this time,” you said before placing a kiss on his lips. but who were you kidding, he always got his way.

⋆˚꩜｡ youngjae

youngjae was always the quiet one, but you noticed that tonight he had been maybe too quiet. you were hanging out with the other members, exploring the city after dinner. throughout the night, you would squeeze youngjae’s hand and ask him with your eyes if everything was okay. but he’d only give you a reassuring smile in return before turning his attention back to the group. 

everybody decided to go back to the hotel, already tired from the day’s activities. you were sharing a room with youngjae of course, and you were also excited to have some alone time with him after a long day out with friends.

you barely got to close the door to the hotel room when youngjae caught you in the biggest bear hug, dropping his forehead to your shoulder.

"is something wrong?", you asked, concerned over your boyfriend's behavior. you felt him shake his head against your shoulder, "nothing, just wanted your attention."

you smiled at his reason before teasing him, "you big baby. let's spend tomorrow for just the two of us, hm?" you suggested as you rubbed his back, not rushing to let go of the embrace.

throughout your relationship with youngjae, you came to realize that when his social battery would run out, his favorite way to recharge would be to spend some alone time with you.

he reluctantly let go of your hold to go and get ready for bed, but not before stealing a kiss and walking away as if he didn't ask to be babied for a good minute or two.

⋆˚꩜｡ hanjin

the moment the members had told you that hanjin was not feeling well, you immediately went to the store to buy things you needed to take care of him.

when you arrived at the dorms, you quietly walked in hanjin's room. approaching his bed, you tried to locate your boyfriend who was buried under blankets and his many plushies.

he stirred in his sleep, peaking his head from under the blankets. he squinted his eyes up at the figure in front of him. when he realized that it was you, he frowned, feeling guilty. "baobei, you didn't have to come here. you'll get sick," he said as he hid himself under the blanket again.

still, you approached him, and patted his head over the blanket. "don't worry, i'll just be in the kitchen making you food." you had left the room and made your way to the kitchen.

you hadn't even finished unpacking the groceries, when your heard a door click open and close. out came hanjin still wrapped in his blanket, taking small and slow steps to you in the kitchen. you were about the scold him when he had simply come up to hug you from behind.

"i want cuddles," he said, voice raspy and muffled. your heart immediately melted, not having the heart to scold him anymore. you grabbed him by the hand and guided him to the couch.

"we can cuddle later when you've eaten some food and taken your medicine, okay?" you said, as you made sure he was comfy on one side of the couch. all hanjin wanted to do was to cling on to you everywhere you went. but he knew you were doing what was best for him.

so he watched you move around the kitchen from the living room sofa, wondering how lucky he was to have you.

⋆˚꩜｡ jihoon

if you could describe han jihoon in only one word, it definitely would be clingy. you could be anywhere. in the dance practice room, their dorms, even in public. he would hug you, beg you to pet his hair, even putting his body in weird positions just to gain your attention and place his head under your hand.

you would sometimes wonder if he ever ran out of energy. because by the way you watch him interact with his members and perform on stage, it really did seem like he had unlimited energy.

but after a certain busy and tiring comeback season, they finally had a few days off. you were on your way to their dorm, already having a bag full of snacks to share with everybody. you were already thinking of all of the things that jihoon would want to tell you about this comeback and every funny moment that had happened in between.

but you were surprised when you entered their dorm and you weren't ambushed by your boyfriend, who would usually come bounding down the hallway to greet you like a puppy waiting for his owner. you found the other members in the living room, but jihoon had been nowhere to be found.

dohoon said that jihoon was in their room, saying that he was retiring early for the night. after dropping off the snacks, you went to jihoon's room where you found him already in bed, body in another weird sleeping position. you always teased him with the way that even in his sleep, his body can't stop moving.

you approached his bed, deciding to join him. jihoon stirred in his sleep, already moving aside to make space for you. even if he was half-asleep, it was as if he knew it was you, already had the feeling of your presence memorized.

once settled in bed, you could only laugh at the contrast of the situation. this was one of the rare times where you found jihoon tired out. calm, even. but nothing changed, as even in his sleepy state, he found your wrist and brought it to his head, asking for head rubs as he continued to fall back asleep.

⋆˚꩜｡ kyungmin

kyungmin was already so babied by his members, being the maknae. so in your relationship, it was actually kind of rare for him to be clingy to you, especially since he was used to being the eldest in his family, anyway.

but perhaps today was an exception. you were hanging out with the rest of the members at an arcade, having a go at the different games with each of the members.

but now that you were back home, you had wondered why kyungmin was following you around everywhere you'd go. even now as you were trying to focus on the movie that the two of you were supposed to be watching, kyungmin was restless beside you.

"okay, what's wrong?" you asked, as you finally turned to face him. he couldn't even meet your eyes, choosing to focus his eyes on his lap.

"y-you haven't been giving me a lot of attention today," he confessed quietly, "but you were having so much fun, so i didn't want to bring it up."

"aww, is my minie jelous?" you said, teasingly. before he could even protest, you wrapped your arms around him, snuggling your face into his chest. "you don't have to keep it in, okay? i like it when you're clingy."

kyungmin couldn't even respond. instead, he welcomed the attention with open arms, his heart warming at the fact that he doesn't need to pretend or hide his feelings, especially not from you.

"Cosmetology," a voice quickly supplies before you can answer yourself. Youngjae saving you like usual.

Your cheeks burn in nervousness and embarrassment. You can only nod your head slightly and pray that Mr. Choi will stop staring at you. What CEO cares enough to make small talk with one of their employees in the elevator, anyway?

You've never encountered him until today. You've only heard stories of how intimidating he is; how your coworkers have had to tiptoe around him, careful to not say the wrong word. You just don't want to lose your job, especially when you're well aware there is extra on the line for you. If Mr. Choi were to find out exactly who you are, and what you're doing with his son, he might fire you on the spot. You try not to overthink.

After getting his answer, the man shifts the conversation to shareholders and company sales, and you breathe a sigh of relief. In front of you, the CEO's son shifts one step back. The elevator displays the current floor number: sixteen. A chime signals the doors opening and a few more employees step in, pushing you further to the corner. You're happy to be out of view, and hopefully, out of the mind of your boss.

"Stop being nervous. He won't bite you."

The whisper grazes your ear, barely audible. Thankfully, no one else in the elevator seems to be paying attention to your little corner. Youngjae's body is almost pressed against yours, but it is easily played off as cramming for space. His thumb tracing your knuckles would be much harder to excuse.

Perhaps the gesture should make you nervous; close contact with the CEO's son in the elevator. But it only calms your nerves instead. You nod slightly at what he said, letting the former anxiety wash away.

From floors fourteen to eight, most of the people in the elevator get off—including the CEO and his secretary who had a meeting to attend to with a new business partner. The elevator is left empty apart from you and Youngjae, waiting to reach floor five.

"That was the most stressful three minutes of my life," you say seriously, sighing heavily. Youngjae squeezes your shoulder and gives a gentle smile.

"He doesn't remember you, I promise."

You give a wary glance to your boyfriend as the elevator doors open once again and you both step out. The floor is quiet. It's still early in the day, and all the shoots are scheduled for the afternoon. Youngjae follows your lead through the corridors until you reach an empty styling room. There must be at least twenty vanities, each set up with their own makeup stations. Racks of clothes are lined up at the back. In a few hours, the room will be filled with models getting looks done in preparation for the new line launch.

Youngjae shuts the door behind you both. Alone in the big room, you can finally let down your act. You both move towards each other in sync, as if you are two magnets clicking together—a rubber-band finally snapping. Youngjae's hands hold your waist, guiding your steps until you feel the your back hit the wall.

You look up at him; hair neatly styled to frame his face, lips glossy, skin glowing. Not one detail is out of place. Right now, he certainly exudes his reputation. The CEO's son, first in line to inherit the company once his father retires. Although your job is to make models look picture perfect—hair styled, glam on point, skin flawless—right now, you can only think of how badly you want to mess it all up.

Youngjae doesn't protest. In fact, he's more eager than you are. He lets your hands wander through his hair, mussing it completely. He lets your lips find his, smudging the colour that was previously applied. And when you kiss too softly for his liking, he deepens it, encouraging you more with a squeeze to your waist.

"You look so good today," you breathe out softly, voice rasping. Youngjae kisses you once more, fleeting at the corner of your lips. Then he straightens with a smile, eyes never leaving yours.

"You think so?"

You grip his jacket in your hands, barely holding back from pulling him back to you. But you know you're running short on time. You can't guarantee you won't get carried away with another kiss, so you slowly let go and smooth out of the fabric.

"Your hair is so messy. People will notice. Come here."

You pull Youngjae towards one of the vanities, sitting him down in front of it. Pulling out a comb and hairspray from the drawer, you get to work. You're used to working on Youngjae, even though he's never been an official client. You know how to clean up your own work, hiding the perfect mess you just created. You brush out his hair, clean up his smudged lips, and straighten out his clothes until he looks exactly as he did when he entered the room.

And so the delicate secret continues. As long as you cover up your tracks, no one will know. To the rest of the world, he is Choi Youngjae, a young successor with a reputation and company behind his name. He has a legacy to continue. But in front of you, he is just yours; a secret you keep close to your heart, concealing from everyone.

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