#alldayproject

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[ an ] :: if these ones aren't as good its cuz idk as much about woochan (ーー; – tarzzan ver.

-,' — loves when you come to his groups dance practices. he'll even try to teach you some of their choreography, and is very patient with you if you're not the best dancer — but if you are, he'll encourage you to create new choreos for him. he feels its heavily bonding and lots of fun.

-,' — will always come home with miscellaneous pieces of candy for you. you're just at his dorm, waiting for him to finish training — when he comes in with a random assortment of sweets. 'where'd you get these from?' you ask,, 'not sure, some i bought but i can't remember' he replies. you appreciate the silly little gesture, and you suspect he gets the candy from his members.

-,' — you guys would really like to get a pet together, but sadly the company doesn't allow it ( ´-｀) you often daydream together about adopting a dog or cat, sometimes even thinking about an exotic pet for funsies.

-,' — he loves when you trace invisible patterns on him with your fingers, especially when he's tired. after a long day of practice, he wants nothing more than to lay with you in your dimly lit bedroom. your fingers tangled in his hair, and softly tracing hearts onto his skin.

-,' — his fav position is face off, sitting back in his desk chair or even on the couch in the studio — arms around your waist, his hot breath on your neck. rolling his hips into you from below, your back arching more every thrust. he loves being skin to skin like that.

-,' — always buys you gifts unprompted. comes back to yours with new sunglasses he bought, 'i just thought they'd suit you' he smiles. you always thank him for his silly impulse buys, how could you not when it makes him so happy?

-,' — loves going on late night 7eleven trips together. sometimes he can't sleep due to stress or overtiredness, so y'all get in the car and take a little trip to the convenience store. pretty much always just getting slushies and candy, its a nice little moment you two share.

—,' his favourite place for you specifically is the couch or up against your floor to ceiling windows. friends with benefits; to him means never stepping foot in your bedroom, extorting unfiltered lust from eachother in the living room was all he needed. the bedroom was too intimate; too serious, out here was just pure unadulterated, animalistic urges.

—,' always at your place, due to his living situation. you're sure his drivers are sick of catering to him at such late hours, not that you have an issue with it.

—,' soooo whiney oh my god, especially when you ride him. its usual for his heavy breaths to turn into whines pretty quick, but when he's laid back on your couch — hands guiding your hips up and down, grinding slow circles down onto his cock in attempt to sink deeper, he melts instantly. throwing his head back, voice almost breaking, whines of pleasure ripping from his throat.

—,' his members know. they don't know you specifically, but they know exactly what he leaves the dorms for. why else would he be out from midnight to sunrise, coming back sweaty and tired? if it was clubbing or dance practice, they'd be invited.

—,' he's so scared of catching feelings, sometimes ghosting you for days because of it. usually only responding when he needs a link up, it's a little messy. yet you both won't talk about it — knowing it's a friends with benefits, knowing you can't catch feelings.

—,' everytime your eyes glaze over his contact, you await his next message. hoping for a 'you free?' or even just a 'link rn?' you don't care, either way you're getting fucked good tonight and you couldn't be more excited.

—,' he's risk addicted. driven purely by lust, he'll push you up against your floor to ceiling window. not caring if anyone sees, a part of him strangely wishing someone will see. being an idol meant no dating, no relationships, and certainly no link ups like this. he yearned to push those bohndaries. your apartment was high up enough for people to maybe see you, but not recognise him from behind you.

—,' ranges from seven nights a week, to none. he'll ghost you sometimes, which is to be expected in a friends with benefits dynamic — ending with you touching yourself to the thought of him because you're too shy to text him first. plus it's better when he's the needy one.

—,' sometimes going clubbing together, as friends of course. yet it always ends with you two in some dark corner of the club, his hands slowly hitching up your skirt. straddling him while you quietly fuck to the best of your abilities. ultimately needing to go home to properly satisfy your needs for eachother.