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It was the kind of silence that wasn’t awkward—it was charged, buzzing, like both of you were waiting for something to happen but too shy to make the first move.

Sangwon’s arm rested loosely around your waist, but you could feel the tension in him. Every time you shifted, his fingers twitched against your side, like he wanted to pull you closer but didn’t quite dare. You tilted your head back to glance up at him, catching the way his jaw clenched, the faint red creeping up his neck.

“Why are you sitting so stiff?” you teased softly, poking at his chest. “You act like I’m going to bite.”

He blinked down at you, flustered. “I’m not—” He swallowed, gaze darting away. “I just… don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. “Sangwon,” you murmured, shifting so you were facing him fully. “You couldn’t make me uncomfortable if you tried.”

That shut him up. His eyes found yours again, wide and uncertain, but there was something else there too—something that made your pulse skip.

You leaned in slowly, giving him time to pull away. Your nose brushed his, his breath caught, and you felt him tense beneath you.

Just as your lips brushed his, a feather-light tickle against your skin made you break into an unexpected laugh. You pulled back slightly, giggling into your hand.

Sangwon froze, mortified. “Wait—what happened? Did I—did I do something wrong?”

Still laughing, you shook your head. “No, no—it’s just…” You struggled to catch your breath, grinning. “Your nose tickled me.”

His ears went bright red instantly. “Oh my God,” he groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “That’s—so embarrassing.”

You tugged gently at his wrists until his hands dropped, revealing the flush spreading across his cheeks. “It’s not embarrassing,” you teased, brushing your nose against his again deliberately. “It’s actually kind of cute.”

He ducked his head, but you caught the shy smile tugging at his lips. “Cute,” he repeated under his breath, as though he wasn’t sure if he believed you.

Before he could overthink it, you kissed him—soft at first, coaxing. His breath stuttered, but he leaned in, his lips tentative against yours, testing. You slid your hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, and that was when he gave in.

The kiss deepened, his mouth parting against yours, and you felt the tension in his body snap into something else entirely. His grip on your waist tightened, drawing you closer until you were practically straddling him. Every brush of his lips grew more urgent, more sure, the shy hesitation melting into raw want.

Still, his nose kept nudging against yours, tickling in that same ridiculous way. You smiled into the kiss, breaking away for only a second. “Still tickling me,” you whispered, breathless.

His laugh was low, a little shaky, but his eyes burned when he met yours. “Guess I’ll just have to keep kissing you until you don’t notice.”

And then his lips were back on yours, hungrier this time, his tongue brushing yours just enough to make your chest tighten. He kissed like he was finally letting go of all the restraint he’d been holding onto, like the only thing that mattered was keeping you close.

By the time you pulled away for air, both of you were breathless. He rested his forehead against yours, his nose still brushing yours lightly, making you laugh all over again.

“You’re ridiculous,” you whispered.

“And you,” he murmured back, his voice low and rough with emotion, “make me insane.”

You grinned, brushing your lips over his again in a teasing ghost of a kiss. “Good. I like you insane.”

This time, when his nose tickled yours again, you didn’t stop laughing. You let it melt into the kiss, imperfect and messy and absolutely perfect all at once.

yunah just rolls her eyes and replies, “why’re you so whipped for him? i mean— i get he’s cute ‘n allat, but he’s so oblivious!”

“that’s what makes him cuter!” you exclaim, sighing as you open the door to the café. there he was. your boyfriend who didn’t know he was your boyfriend yet.

he’s getting someones order— a girl. it makes you slightly jealous but then, he locks eyes with you and he smiles, giving a wave. you light up and wave back.

“you look like an absolute dork.” yunah mutters out, dragging you to the line.

once you’re in front of him, you just stare.

his hair, his eyes, those lips, his baby face—

“hey, y/n.”

his soft voice snaps you out of your little observation.

“sangwon.” you say back, smiling at him. he smiles back, already putting in your order on the ipad. “the usual, right?” sangwon asks, looking at you again.

you nod, unable to hide the blush on your face. yunah watches you two, a silent scoff escaping her lips. when you two sit down, she slams the table, making a few people look over.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion. “he’s so into you!” yunah yell-whispers at you and you can’t help but laugh.

“i wish.” you say flatly. “you are the dumbest person i know.” she says, rubbing her temple with two fingers. “he looks at you the same way you look at him!”

you pout and say, “don’t get my hopes up.” then, sangwon comes up behind you, yunah looking at him, and before you could turn your head to look at what she was looking at, sangwon kisses your cheek.

you froze, turning red as a tomato as he places your drink down on the table along with another one. sangwon walks away and you hesitantly take the drinks and there’s a note on yours it had his number on it and some words. it read; “y/n, be mine?”

on the other drink was a note that said, “another one on the house since i know you love this drink.” you glance at where he went and he’s already staring at you, smiling.

you smile back and nod. then, you get up and walk to him, hugging him. sangwon happily hugs you back, burying his face in your hair.

the scene earns some looks from his co-worker, mostly leo who was squealing with anxin. “i thought you were clueless.” you mumble into his chest.

You tried to explain, but your words died in your throat. “I… it’s just—”

He stepped closer, closing the space between you, tilting his head slightly. “It’s mine. And you look… ridiculously cute in it.”

Heat pooled in your chest. Sangwon leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary. “I was gonna scold you for stealing it, but… now I’m not so sure I want to.”

You bit your lip, a small laugh escaping despite the nerves. “I wear it when you’re gone… I like having a piece of you with me.”

Sangwon’s eyes softened for just a moment before the playful glint returned. He tugged lightly at the hem of the shirt, testing the fabric between his fingers. “That explains why I keep smelling you even when I’m not here. You’re gonna drive me crazy like this, you know?”

Your heart hammered. His proximity, his teasing tone, the warmth radiating off him — it was intoxicating.

“Maybe I want to,” you murmured, a smile tugging at your lips.

Sangwon grinned, leaning down so your foreheads touched. “Good. Then I guess I’ll just have to make sure you don’t get used to this all on your own.” His hand brushed your cheek, gentle but commanding, a quiet promise in every movement.

He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, still smirking at you like he had all the time in the world. “But you really thought you could sneak this past me?”

“I… I thought you wouldn’t be back so soon,” you admitted, tugging the shirt down nervously.

He shook his head, stepping closer until the space between you was almost nonexistent. “Sneaking around, huh? You’re lucky I like it when you do things like this.”

Your stomach flipped as he leaned in, brushing his forehead against yours. “Lucky me?”

“Very,” he whispered, letting his hand drift to your waist, just resting there lightly. His teasing tone softened, warmth threading through every word. “Don’t get used to wearing my clothes alone, though… I might start expecting you to model them for me when I get home.”

You laughed, heart swelling as you reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair. “I… I don’t mind that at all.”

Sangwon’s grin widened, full of mischief and affection. “Good. Because I plan on keeping you in my shirts… with me… for a long while.”

And just like that, the tension melted into quiet warmth. You stayed like that for a while, simply holding each other, the comfort of home and each other wrapping around you like a blanket.

Zhang Jiahao - Arno

The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge. You pressed the oversized shirt against yourself, inhaling Jiahao’s scent. The cotton was soft, warm, and it carried a familiarity that made your chest tighten. You’d stolen it from the laundry basket earlier, telling yourself it was just for comfort—but really, it was because it smelled like him, because it made you feel close to him when he was out and you were missing him.

You thought you were alone. You really did.

Then the front door clicked.

“Hey…”

Your heart jumped. You froze, chest tight, knowing instantly that there was no time to hide.

Jiahao’s shadow appeared in the doorway before you even turned. And then you saw him fully—lean, confident, the way he carried himself like the world bent to his presence. His dark eyes roamed over you slowly, deliberately, a smirk curling his lips.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he said, low, smooth, and utterly intoxicating. His voice alone made your knees weaken.

“I… I just wanted to—” you started, but he cut you off with a single step forward.

He closed the distance, fingers brushing lightly against your waist, sending a shiver up your spine. “It looks… good on you. Ridiculously good.”

Your cheeks flushed. “I just… I like having something of yours with me.”

Jiahao’s grin widened, a predator’s tease in his eyes. He leaned in, tilting his head, lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispered, “I can tell. And I like that…maybe a lot more than I should.”

The shirt pulled slightly under his hand as he tugged at the hem. “You know, this… this isn’t just a shirt anymore. It’s… yours now. Or at least, mine belongs to you, and seeing you in it…” He let the sentence hang, dark and teasing.

You swallowed hard, heat pooling in your chest. “I… I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh,” he murmured, placing a finger gently over your lips. “You don’t have to explain. You’re already… perfect.”

His hand drifted to your side, fingers lingering, not forcing anything, just teasing, just drawing you closer. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to see you like this,” he said, voice husky. “And now… you’re right here, wearing my scent, wearing my shirt… and it’s driving me crazy.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, breathless, nervous, and excited all at once.

“Good,” he whispered, leaning so close that your noses nearly touched. “Because I don’t plan on letting you walk around in my things like this without… consequences.”

You bit your lip, heart hammering. “And… what kind of consequences?”

Jiahao smirked, hand tracing a teasing path along your waist. “Playful ones,” he murmured, voice low and seductive. “I plan on making sure you never forget whose shirt that is—or who wears it best.”

You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around him. “Then I guess I’ll have to let you… supervise.”

He leaned down, forehead brushing yours, smirk softening into something more intimate. “Good. Because I’m never letting you out of my arms like this again.”

The tension lingered, thick and warm, his teasing flirting with something deeper, and you realized—this wasn’t just a shirt. It was a promise, a closeness, and a game that neither of you wanted to end.

Lee Leo

The oversized shirt was hanging off your shoulders, loose and comfortable, the faint scent of Leo clinging to the fabric. You pressed your nose into the collar, letting the warmth of him soothe the long, exhausting day you’d had.

You were sure he wouldn’t be home for hours—practice had been brutal, and he’d promised to stay late for extra training. So of course, stealing his shirt from the laundry was the perfect little comfort.

Then came the sound of the front door swinging open.

“Hey—”

Your breath caught. You weren’t ready. And suddenly, Leo was standing in the doorway, tall, energetic, and instantly aware. His eyes landed on you and narrowed playfully, taking in the sight of you in his shirt, hair messy, cheeks pink.

“You… are wearing my shirt?” His voice was teasing, edged with that sharp Leo intensity, like he couldn’t believe you’d dared.

“I… I just wanted to…” you started, but he cut you off with a laugh, loud and full, shaking his head. “You thought you could just… steal this from me? Huh?”

Heat pooled in your chest. He strode closer, long legs eating up the space between you. “I can’t even… You look ridiculous.” He grinned, and it wasn’t mean — it was teasing, sharp, and utterly him. “Ridiculously cute. And a little… distracting.”

You bit your lip, trying not to melt under the intensity of his gaze. “I just… like having something of yours with me, and technically ist called borrowing,” you admitted softly.

Leo tilted his head, smirk widening, eyes glittering with mischief. “Oh? Is that what you’re calling it?” He stepped even closer, fingers brushing against your hip, tugging the shirt lightly. “Because it smells like me. And seeing you in it… yeah, it’s definitely distracting.”

You laughed nervously. “Distracting? That’s… kind of the point.”

His grin grew bolder. “Good. Because I don’t like sharing… my stuff. Or you.” He leaned in closer, voice low and teasing. “If you’re gonna wear my clothes like this, I might start getting… possessive.”

Your heart raced. “Possessive?”

“Yes,” he said, smirking as he tugged lightly at the shirt again. “Very. Don’t make me chase you for it.”

You let out a small laugh, stepping toward him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “That sounds very temping you know. I guess you’ll have to,” you whispered.

Leo’s eyes sparkled with triumph. “Oh, I will. And I’m not holding back, either.”

He leaned down, forehead brushing yours, playful and challenging at the same time. “Next time you steal my things… make sure you’re ready for me to catch you.”

Jiahao | 张家豪

very playful and loves teasing, keeps things fun

makes you laugh even when you are mad

LOVES physical touch, cuddles, holding hand

spontaneous gestures in form of flowers, little treats just because he can

loves sharing his experiences with you. going together to a concert

making sure you will be the first one to know about his achievements. 1st win, collaborations, …

Leo | 이리오

consistent in showing love / attention

supports you when you’re busy or stressed, gives you gentle encouragement

cozy moments. enjoys just being together

comforting presence / comfortable silence

night owl. late night walks, late night shopping, late night everything

remembers your schedule better than his

Geonwoo | 김건우

someone you can lean on in times of stress

open to deep conversations, shares personal thoughts and fears

protective but respectful. looks out for you, but trusts your independence

opens doors for you, carries your bag, gentleman.

loyal. once he is in relationship, he is not budging from you

Sangwon | 이상원

caring and attentive. remembers small details you mentions

supports your dreams and reassures you during self doubt

subtle romance. leaving a sweet note, calling just to hear your voice

walks you home no matter what the time is just to make sure you are safe

acts of service. helps you with tasks, fixes stuff for you

Xinlong | 贺鑫隆

very patient. gives you space when needed, listens to you without rushing to things

soft spoken.

shy with affection at first

but once he’s comfortable, good luck taking him off you

checking on you often

comforting texts. “I’m proud of you”

Anxin | 周安信

not afraid to show his emotions. when he’s jealous, you and everyone else will know

very exciting dates. might include adventures or exploring new places

loyal. stands by your side, defends you no matter what

loves to make you laugh. so glad you find his jokes funny

never shy to show you off in public

serious when others are around but a goofball once it’s just you and him

Sanghyeon | 정상현

wears his heart on his sleeve. expresses exactly what he feels

stays by your side through ups and downs

another goofball. but doesn’t mind others seeing you guys together