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Bang Chan, 565 words

Channie noticed your discomfort almost immediately. Of course he did - he knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. He would take note of the way your eyebrows would scrunch up a pinch. He would feel your muscles tensing under his body. You didn't try to pull away, not wanting him to realize that your thoughts were torturing you once again, but his perception of your tiniest shuffle was out of this world - so he knew how you felt, even without you saying it out loud.

"Wait, let's sit up real quick, baby", he loosened his touch around your body, helping you get into a more comfortable sitting-position. His hands were still hovering on your arms, his fingers ghosting over the small hairs that were all over them. His eyes found yours. And while his were shining with love, yours were full of sadness - the tears threatening to escape if you looked at him for a second too long. "Channie?", you put one of your hands over his, slowly removing his hold of your arms. "I can't help but feel like I don't deserve to be with someone as-", you stammered, "-someone as beautiful as you." Your eyes deviated from his, looking at your lap in shame.

The man in front of you asked you to look at him again, his voice barely more than a whisper, "May I touch you, baby?" You nodded, not trusting your voice. Chan put one of his warm hands on your cheek, holding it there until you leaned into it unconsciously. "Whenever you lean into me like that, it shows me that you trust me as much as I trust you. That you feel as comfortable around me as you can." A tear rolled down your cheek. It landed on your lips, tasting salty. You didn't mind.

"Can I touch your hips?", he asked. You nodded again, trying to hold in the rest of the tears that were about to fall. His hands slid down your waist and stopped on your hips. You barely felt the touch, your eyes never leaving his. "I love holding you here when we dance. It's like my hands were made to hold you - like I was made to hold you." Your bottom lip quivered and you stopped holding back, finally letting yourself cry.

"Am I allowed to kiss you, love?", his hands were still on your hips, squeezing them ever so slightly. You nodded one last time, letting the tears trickle down your face. His lips felt soft on yours as his arms slid behind your back, holding you impossibly close to him. Chan tasted the salty tears that hadn't stopped yet, but he didn't care. This wasn't a kiss of lust or romance. It was a kiss of trust and intimacy. It was a kiss of comfort. It was one of love. "If you think I'm beautiful, then you have to be, too. Because I am convinced that I was made for you. That we were made for each other. You complete me and I complete you."

He let you stare at him, letting his words seep into your brain for as long as you needed. "Channie?", you nuzzled your head against his shoulder. "Hm?" "Can we cuddle more?" This time it was his turn to nod, letting your bodies mold together once more, as if they were one, "Of course, baby."

Seo Changbin, 404 words

"Do you think my stomach is too big, Bin?" Changbin furrowed his eyebrows behind you. You were cuddling for a while, but this made him remove his hold from you, letting his hand slide off of your waist. "Jagi! What do you mean?", he made you turn around slightly, so he could see your face. He was expecting you to be joking, but he could tell by the redness in your eyes that you meant every word.

"Yah!", he looked at you with an entirely serious expression. "Why? Do you think mine is?", his eyebrows furrowed more. You were shocked at his response. "No! Why would I ever think that?", your eyes widened, "Your stomach is warm and soft and quite literally my favorite place to sleep!" You sighed, "I just...I think my belly is too fat and that it makes me look gross."

Changbin noticed that you tried to look anywhere but at him, not wanting him to see how embarrassed you were. "Bunny.", his hand touched your chin, making you look at him, "Did I ever tell you that I can't sleep without holding your belly?" You shook your head. "When I hold your stomach it's like I can keep you safe. I can hold you even when we are asleep, and if a big bad closet monster would try to snatch you away from me at night I could hold onto you without it standing a chance. I always take hours to fall asleep when I am not holding you."

You giggled a little, but he could tell that you still weren't entirely convinced. Both of his hands moved to your cheeks, squishing them a little so you would automatically pout a little with your lips. It made you look adorable. "Your belly holds all of your most important organs, you know? It makes sure to keep them save so that I get to have one more day with you. And it does that every single day. How could I think it's gross, when it's such an important part of you?"

"Do you mean that?", your eyes were wide, glistening with wetness. Changbin put both of his hands onto your belly, immediately spreading their warmth to you. "Every word, bunny."

Both of you got back into the position you were in before your question. "Binnie?" He only hummed in response, his breath tickling your neck. "I like your belly, too."

Lee Felix, 438 words

Felix could feel you attempt to pull out of his tight cuddle for the third time, so he finally decided to talk to you, "What's wrong, honey?" You mumbled what he could only assume to be words in some sort of alien language. "I didn't quiet hear that.", he giggled. "I said I don't like my body today.", you tried to wriggle out of his hold - again. But he pulled you even closer - again. "I'm not going to let you get away from me until you hear what I have to say. And if you still want to stop this insanely good cuddle-session to let me freeze to death, then, I'll let you.

He didn't wait for your response, seeing you pout in surrender. He already knew the response, but asked anyways, "Is this about the fact that your legs are hairy?" "Yes." "You are like crazy pretty when you smile. Genuinely. You are gorgeous. I can see your eyes sparkle when you do, and it makes me so happy. That's why I always send you stupid tiktoks that I think you will like." In an attempt to stop him from seeing your smile you pulled the corners of your mouth down to keep the pout intact. It didn't work. Felix beamed a toothy smile at you, "Sometimes I catch you dance along to music when you think nobody is watching. But everyone is watching, because you are mesmerizing. One time I had to threaten the boys I would teakwondo their asses if they looked at you for too long again." You laughed, not being able to hold back any longer. "You did what?" "It's true!", he nodded.

"Do you know why I stopped calling you cupcake a few months ago?" "Because honey is sweeter?" He shook his head, "Close, but no. I realized that you are way better than any cupcake could be. No matter how good the buttercream is and no matter how many sprinkles are on it." A loud snort escaped you, "Lixie, that is such a bad analogy!", you had tears in your eyes from laughing. "Yes, but it made you laugh."

You didn't protest when he hugged you even tighter one last time before letting you get comfortable in his arms again. "How could I ever even care about some hair on your body when your laugh immediately hypnotizes me. You don't even realize that I would do anything for you if it only means I get to hear your laugh."

In order to keep up the playful atmosphere you slapped his arm slightly, fake-rolling your eyes, "Shut up and cuddle me, sprinkles."

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Bang Chan

Whenever Chan would find you crying, he would immediately hug you. He would ask you what happened in the softest voice. He would hand you one of his hoodies, knowing the smell alone would bring you comfort. The man wouldn't leave your side until you're ready to talk. It doesn't even matter if you're fighting. He would put everything aside and focus on making you feel better. And on the days when you would just need to cry it out, he would be there for you, too. If you'd worry about getting his shirt wet from your tears, he would tell you not to worry. "The shirt will dry eventually. As long as your tears do the same." He'd know exactly what to do. You need cuddles? The bed would be turned into the most comfortable place you've ever seen. You want a distraction? He would talk to you about his day in the studio. You need some cheering up? You best know this man will jump up and do a silly dance.

Chan would do whatever he needed to turn that frown upside down.

Lee Minho

Lee Know would always make sure you would have a warm meal. Even when he's on tour or has training until late at night, he would have either left something in the fridge for you to pop into the microwave, or he would order something the moment he knows you're home. He would make you the best soups on days when you're sick with a flu. Whenever you struggle to eat for any reason, Minho would sit by your side, encouraging every single bite. Hell, he'd even drive two hours if that's where he'd get the one thing you'd be able to get down.

Minho would do whatever necessary, to make sure you eat.

Seo Changbin

If you were ever bored, Changbin would make it his personal mission to cure any and all boredom. He would turn into a spontaneous ball of giggles. You're bored of the movie? He would jump up and drag you out on a walk. Too bored to be at home? Binnie would find out where the next amusement-park is set-up. This man would be up for anything, as long as it meant you wouldn't have to be bored anymore. Be careful what you say, though. He would absolutely drag you out of your comfy position in bed at 3 am, if you ask for entertainment,

Changbin would jump up in seconds to keep boredom far away from you.

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin would almost beg you to let him draw you. "You don't even have to do anything! You can just sit there and be as pretty as always!", he would say. In any situation, too. You could have the worst bed-head, wear dirty clothes, even have some dried up drool in the corners of your mouth. This man is convinced you're the most beautiful person in any room. He's sketched you whole cooking, drawn you while cuddling in bed and even did a painting of you cleaning. (He made up for not helping by doing the next cleaning session alone.)

Hyunjin would take every opportunity to have your beauty immortalized.

Han Jisung

Every couple of weeks Han would come back from the studio, giggling, jumping around, shouting that he had something he wanted to show you. Of course, he had written countless songs about you. Some of them published, some he'd shown you and some he will forever keep to himself. But eventually him writing songs about you, turned into him writing songs for you. Whenever you had a song you really liked, muttering how you wished there were more songs like it, it would lead to this ace to spend all his alone-time creating a similar piece of music for you. You had a whole playlist of songs he wrote for you. One time he came back with a whole CD, all of which included new music he made just for you. He even asks different idols to sing parts of it, sometimes.

Han would spend months making songs just for you.

Lee Felix

Felix wanting the reader to braid his hair

You braided Felix' hair one time, when you were in bed together, talking about everything and nothing. Ever since then he would constantly beg for you to do it again. While enjoying skinship, he never liked having people touch his hair. But when you do it? The boy melts. He starts to blush and smile and hide his face wherever he can. Yet he still continuously asks for you to style his hair. It's a sign of trust he doesn't give out easily. He loves the feeling of your hands going through his hair, getting out knots and making it look pretty. Even when you mess with him and ruffle through his (usually) blonde mane, he still doesn't mind.

Felix would cancel any plans, just so you could braid his hair.

Kim Seungmin

Seungmin was never a big fighter. He would solve any arguments rationally and kindly. He's not an argumentative person. Yet whenever you were out together and he sensed danger, the need to protect you would get stronger. He would whisper, "Stay behind me, no matter what!" The singer would puff out his chest and confront any danger. He would get mean and he would fight, if he had to. It's not that he would enjoy it. But if it's to shield you, he'd be willing to do it. Seungmin doesn't enjoy violence whatsoever, but if he has to he will use it.

Seungmin would do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

Yang Jeongin

The maknae had no idea how much he enjoyed picking your outfit and accessories, until you were in a rush once and asked for his help with it. He knows his way around fashion and you're aware of that. So asking him to pick out your clothes was unexpected but probably one of the best decisions you ever made. Whenever you go on a date now, he asks if he can help style you. He always makes sure to suggest things he knows will make you shine. And if you ever don't feel like being all dressed up, he will immediately dig through his own closet - giving you the comfiest hoodie he owns.

Jeongin would never turn down an opportunity to help you with an outfit.

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You knew it was over months ago. It was clear from the way he turned away when you tried to go in for a hug, or how he always found a reason to cancel your plans. It was obvious through how he didn't tell you he loved you anymore.

So it didn't come as a surprise to you, when he said you needed to talk, barely able to look at you.

The couch didn't feel as comfortable as usual. The velvety fabric now coming off as scratchy rather than soft. "I'm sorry.", he said. His eyes didn't meet yours, but you saw the sadness on his face nonetheless. "I just-", he sighed, "I can't do this anymore." Your skin was prickly with goosebumps. The apartment that used to be warm and bright suddenly felt cold. The home you had built, shared memories in, laughed and cried together - It felt sterile now.

You thought you would cry. But you knew it was going to happen. You couldn't force a single tear out, already finishing this chapter of your life in your mind. "I understand." He looked up, his eyes finding yours. He wasn't crying either. The messy hair covering his forehead almost made him look boyish. Your lip quivered at the sight. You wanted to comfort him, hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay. But you both knew it wouldn't. This was how it had to be.

You stood up and grabbed the backpack you had already prepared and set next to you.

"Thank you", you smiled, but it didn't meet your wet eyes, "for showing me that things can be better. Thank you for proving to me that I am worthy of love. I will never forget that."

"I will always love you. And you will always have a home with me."

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"What is your favourite kind of flower?" "You are."

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You closed the door to your shared apartment with your foot, making sure it wouldn't make loud of a noise. Your purse was heavy in your left hand, but what was in your right one was more important - a beautiful bouquet of orange and yellow flowers, handpicked by yourself.

One night, a few weeks ago, you were out with your friend Felix and listened to him be quite sad over the fact that he never got flowers as a gift, just because he was a man. It made you think back to all the gifts you had given to Minho, noticing that it was never simply, basic, good old flowers.

On your way home, you handpicked some flowers by a field close to your workplace and took them to a flowershop to get a professional to make the combination look more intentional.

The second the cats heard the door closing, they ran up to you. You assumed that your fiancé was already home, so you shushed them after giving all of them a soft pet over their heads - not that they listened. The further you stepped into your home, the more you could smell your favourite soup. It was a smell that reminded you of home. After putting your purse onto it's designated spot in the hallway, you hid the bouquet behind your back and made your way to the kitchen.

You figured that the dancer already knew you were home, because the cats would not stop meowing at you, ignoring all your shushing, so you didn't bother to warn him when you opened the door to the kitchen.

Without even turning to look at you, Minho sent a cheerful "Welcome home, jagiya." your way. He continued to cut some vegetables, even as you walked up to him and pressed a soft kiss onto his jawline. His shoulders visibly relaxed and he suppressed a warm smile. When he finally turned around, his eyes searched your face. It was a habit of his to look at all of your features, noticing the way your eyes were smaller from smiling. He saw the hair that got stuck on your eyelashes. And at last he leaned into your soft, chapped lips, kissing you. It was a kiss of honey. Of longing and love. It was pure and protective. It was home.

Only after you parted, did you greet Minho. He moved the hair that had been bothering your eyes for a few moments away. Just as he was about to get back to the cutting board you stopped him by grabbing his hand. "Wait a moment. I got you a little gift.", you removed your other hand from behind your back, finally revealing the gorgeous bouquet to him. "I walked by this field today and couldn't stop myself from picking some flowers for you."

Minho's eyes glistened. You thought, if you focussed enough, you could see the stars in them. They were filled with nothing but adoration. Before you could say anything else, he pulled you in for a hug. Both of his hands wrapped around your back, his chin resting on your shoulder. He squeezed your frame tightly, "I'm never letting go of you." It was hidden from you, but a few tears rolled down his cheeks. Your entire body filled with a comfortable warmth. You took a deep breath, trying to savour the smell that was purely him - attempting to catch it to keep in your memory.

"Thank you, jagiya. Genuinely."

The tears on his face were visible to you, after you released eachother from your embraces. You didn't say anything - There was no need to. You wiped his tears with your thumbs, giving tiny pecks onto his cheeks. "I love you, too."

~~~

"In an endless garden of flowers I will always pick you."

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All you wanted was a soda. But Jisung insisted that this was the perfect chance to walk to the store. “This way we can make sure to get you a cooled one!”, he said. It would be quite a long walk, but you decided it was worth it.

The walk to the store was comfortable. It was sunny, warm, and you had an insanely long and deep conversation. It felt nice. A lot of little giggles filled the air. “Let’s see. I think the drinks are over there.”, Han mumbled, opening the door for you and pointing towards the back. You ran past him, already thinking about what you wanted to buy.

“Come on!”, he said, “Let’s get out of here.”

You grabbed the drink of your choice, walking to the counter, but failed to notice that your boyfriend already had his card out, ready to pay. “Wait!”, you grabbed his wrist, “I’ll pay for it myself.” “Nuh-uh”, he shook his head. “I also grabbed some snacks, so it’s my treat.” Jisung pulled a bag of chips and a few puddings from his back. God knows where he had them hidden. You chuckled, “Fine. But the next time is on me!” “We will see.”, he smiled, showing his teeth.

Just moments after the both of you stepped foot outside it started raining buckets. It took mere seconds until you were entirely drenched. You suggested going back inside to buy an umbrella or wait out the weather, but your boyfriend was much too proud to “lose to the rain”. So you ran down the street, hurrying back home.

You hadn’t gotten far when you saw your life flash before your eyes, slipping on a particularly wet rock. Han, luckily, caught you just before your face kissed the street. At that moment you both decided to stop running. It wasn’t like you could outrun the rain anyways, both your clothes soaked by the warm summer rain.

A couple streets later you saw a flower shop. It was closed, considering it was already late in the evening, but you found shelter under the canopy in front. You had chosen to wait out the rainfall there, knowing you’d still take at least 15 minutes to get home. “Are you okay?”, you looked at Jisung. He nodded, “You?” “All good.”, you smiled softly, “I am dripping, though.” A loud laugh escaped his lips. His hands reached for your face, carefully wiping some of the rain off. It didn’t do a lot, your hair constantly dribbling more water onto your face. It tickled a bit, but you didn’t mind, leaning further into his cold and wet hand. He pressed your cheeks together, making your face form a pout. “God, I love you.” Han pressed his lips onto yours. It wasn’t a great kiss. It was cold and short. But you enjoyed it nonetheless. “. You pulled away, “I love you, too.”, and gave him a peck on the tip of his nose.

For a long time, you just stood there. Looking at each other, enjoying the company you shared. You giggled about the spontaneous shower, when all of a sudden it stopped raining, causing you to laugh even harder.

“Do you think our kiss made the rain stop?”, Han’s eyes widened. You grabbed his hand, pulling him to finish your walk together, “You think our kiss had some magical power that was able to change the weather?”. He nodded frantically. “You’re an idiot, Jisung.”, you said with a smile on your face. Now it was his turn to pout, “But you love meeeeeee. You want me soooooo bad.”. You shook your head at him, amused, “I really do. Now come on, let’s hurry so I can finally drink my soda.”