#bnd fluff

it had started the day you were introduced as the newest hire to the team, with your shy smile and nervous wave that made his heart skip a beat for no good reason. then the tiny moments that followed throughout the next month: sitting next to him at team dinners and outings, talking together during lunch breaks, cracking jokes about your boss’ tall tales of bygone youthful days when no one was around. you were funny and kind, and through you didn’t talk much, when you did, he found himself in awe of the things you had to say. it was honestly quite surprising, how fast he found himself looking forward to seeing you again when you waved goodbye at the end of each work day.

which was all to say, dongmin had known that inviting you to his family home would end up being trouble.

what he hadn’t known was that the trouble would start quite so… soon.

perhaps he should have expected this to happen when you walked into the office later than usual this morning. not that your tardy arrival was itself an issue (he wasn’t sure your boss agreed, though), but that on top of the rather… prominent eyebags darkening your skin and the way you all but collapsed into your chair, audible from across the office, was a little concerning.

when he made his way over to your desk a few minutes past lunchtime, you barely even noticed, completely absorbed in your computer screen. leaning against the wall that surrounded your workspace, he waved his hands by your face. it took you a moment before you jumped slightly, breaking out of whatever transfixion the computer had you in. “dongmin!”

“hey,” he grinned, crossing his arms over his chest as you leaned back in your chair, stretching. “you hungry yet?”

you blinked before looking around. the office was empty - something that you only just seemed to notice. you turned back to him, furrowing your eyebrows (your eyebrows, of all things! what was he, a goner?) in a way that made something flutter in his chest. “where is everyone?”

“gone,” he hummed, pushing himself off the wall and holding out a hand to you. “already on lunch break.” i waited for you so we can eat together.

when you slipped your hand into his, your skin warm in the grasp of his palm, it took everything in him to not melt into a puddle on the floor right then and there. “i’m so out of it today,” you murmured to yourself as he pulled you up. he had half a mind to keep holding your hand, but when you let go to rummage in your bag for the lunch you’d packed, he (begrudgingly) complied.

when the two of you arrived at the cafeteria, you paused in your tracks at the entrance. dongmin looked back at you, tilting his head. “you okay?”

“you were right,” you breathed, gazing out at the markedly less busy cafeteria. “people do go home for the long weekends.”

dongmin took a deep breath. “and so will you.”

(your first extended time off in seoul. dongmin had been a bit worried about you, to be honest. you’d mentioned not having the time yet to go out and meet new people, throwing yourself into your work as soon as you’d moved to the big city. even in the office, you mostly kept to yourself unless someone reached out to you first.

so the gears had started turning in his head.

you’d mentioned wanting to see more of the korean countryside. his parents have been telling him to visit, to bring some friends too. this way, you could explore areas you’d never been to, see sights that were new. and… he’d get to spend more time with you too.

a win-win situation, right?)

your cheeks pulled up into a bright smile at his comment, one that would have him going weak in the knees had he not been bracing himself against the onslaught of your beauty. “i’m so excited! thank you, dongmin. truly.”

“of course,” he’d replied with as much grace as he could muster, ears burning.

right now, though, he was really starting to question the state of his mind when he’d concocted this grand scheme to spend a weekend with you.

because right now, you were gazing up at him with the most devastating, sleepy eyes known to mankind.

the train rattles over another divot in the tracks, causing dongmin and the other people packed around him stumbling into the seats lining the edges of the cars. you were seated directly in front of him, startling slightly as the train car shook around you.

“it's okay,” he says as your wide eyes met his own. “seoul rush hour is kind of always like this.”

you nod slowly, looking around you slowly as the train rolls into the stop. you let dongmin take you by the hand, let him make sure you have your bag and are walking fast enough beside him as he leads you through the station, and dongmin doesn't know how to explain even to himself how warm and fuzzy he feels all over from the warmth of your hand.

is it normal to feel this much?

he doesn't know.

when you arrive at your connecting station and are waiting for the train on the platform, dongmin notices you haven't let go of his hand yet.

selfishly, he holds on tighter.

you speak into the relative silence of the hustle and bustle around you. “i can't wait to meet your sister,” you say, staring straight ahead. “from all the stories you've told me, she seems sweet.”

dongmin smiles. “she's going to really like you, i think.”

(if his siblings realized just how down bad he was for you, though, he’d never hear the end of it.)

the two of you say nothing else in the ten minutes it takes for your train to pull into the station, but dongmin feels his heart flutter all the same when you squeeze his hand.

you find your seats and stow away your bags before claiming your seats, and for a minute, all the fatigue disappears from your eyes as you gaze out the window, watching the scenery go from bustling city to quiet suburbs to green nature. then you settle back in your seat, and dongmin can see sleep pulling at your features.

“tired?” he asks.

you shake your head, but a yawn betrays you. “a bit,” you admit. “had a bit of a late night.”

for some reason, his heart is pounding (so hard in his chest it hurts) when he says, “you can lean on me. sleep for a bit.”

and you look at him with wide eyes and a bit of color on your cheeks, and you ask “really?” in that soft voice of yours that has him falling into the abyss of loving you, over and over again in tiny ways that you can’t know have that effect on him.

he nods.

you shift in your seat, tilting your head until you’re resting entirely on his shoulder, and dongmin has to keep himself from inhaling sharply. this feels… different. your skin is warm against his own, even through the fabric of his shirt. you exhale gently, and the motion has you settling more snugly into the curve of his arm.

the weight of you feels… comforting, somehow.

and so dongmin does something he never thought he’d do in a situation like this.

he leans his own head to the side, resting the side of his face against the soft strands of your hair.

(is he deluding himself, or can he feel the way your cheeks push up into a smile?)

dongmin can feel himself relaxing against your side, and he has half a mind to close his eyes and let the afternoon roll by.

perhaps spending the weekend with you wouldn’t be so much trouble after all.

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you roll your eyes with a scoff, this is what you used your energy on? but despite your faux annoyance, you can’t bring yourself to ignore his texts.

you : omg ur right

you : so basically you should go get us some and bring it to me

your notifications blow up and you can already hear his complaints about how it wouldn’t be the same without you and how boring it’d be to go alone. you eventually give in, only because he threatens to not get you anything at all and just eat his snacks in front of your face. which of course he’s done before..

and while occasionally a pain in your side, he still offers to make his way to your house first and walk with you to 7/11 together instead of going individually. it’s a habit he picked up at the beginning of high school because he was taught it was the “gentlemanly thing to do” and wanted to be seen as more of a man. (dork) ((affectionate))

soon, woonhak pokes his head through the front door casually like he always does when he gets bored and decides to invade your home. he tucks the spare key under the potted plant once he gets the door open and makes a beeline to your bedroom. you recognize his footsteps immediately, but how could you not? all too quick and energized as always and he drags out your name as a warning before barging the door open, this time drawling each syllable.

you grumble a weak response, not having moved since texting him back because each movement feels like you’re sinking into the mattress. he stares at you for a second and you can’t tell if he’s figuring out a way to toss you out the window or if he’s taking in the breeze your fan gives him as a break from the heat. but somehow he managed to get you outside and under the more shaded parts of the sidewalk, humbly taking the sunnier parts when possible.

the walk is nice, the conversation flowing easily as it always does with the occasional brush of shoulder or bump of elbows. except you’re feeling a touch warmer than usual and the sun in your eyes isn’t exactly helping. and of course, he notices. he always does, it’s the small things that inch you closer to your impending doom.

and like it’s the most normal thing in the world, woonhak swipes his sunglasses off of his forehead, his hair now flopping into his eyes out of the slicked back style it was in before. his footsteps slow down and he gently places them onto your nose while being careful not to get your hair in your eyes.

“there, now you can actually see!” as if he didn’t handle that with the delicacy one would have with a porcelain doll. however, you are glad the tinted glass hides how your eyes widen.

the whole morning you’ve felt this weird mix of emotions swirling in your stomach, like you knew something would happen, you just weren’t sure what.

and the realization isn’t dramatic, not a huge scene that makes your head spin and your hands all clammy. but the fact that it’s something so simple almost makes it more embarrassing.

it’s when you finally make it to the convenience store, you could kiss the ground it sits upon for it just existing there. and the relieved glint in your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by the man next to you, either.

woonhak takes a step in front of you to get his hand on the door, swinging it open for you to get inside first. the air conditioning blasts in your face and you light up immediately. he smiles at how the pout on your lips fixes itself, his grip on the door unnoticeably tightening.

opening a door is a completely normal, everyday gesture anyone would do. especially when your best friend has made it “a competition to see who gets to it first.” real smooth. but you let it slide because it meant never touching a door handle with him around and the habit just stuck ever since. that is, until an older woman catches your attention, only a couple strides ahead of you as she makes her way out the store with a bag slung on her arm.

and what seals your fate is when she turns to you with a warm smile as she takes in the sight before her; a young man holding the door open for a lady, who he stares at and treats like she’s his girlfriend, and having the manners to keep it open for someone else. because apparently kids these days don’t have decency anymore..

“thank you, young man! oh what a sweet gentleman you have, my dear!” she glances between the two of you with a proud sense of gratitude and winks as she directs the last part to you.

“oh, he’s not— uhm, thank you…” your voice trails off awkwardly as you nod to her, clearly caught off guard by such a compliment.

her smile, a little gummy yet so kind, was too genuine for you to correct. and it’s not like you’re actually dating anyway, so who cares?

…

you do. you care. as of this very moment. because the brief moment of eye contact after being perceived as a couple only solidifies what you should have come to terms with ages ago. you like kim woonhak. your friend since high school who’s stuck it out for two years of uni and now a summer full of your demands to go hang out.

he brought you fried chicken late at night because it was the only thing you’d eat while studying at that hour, even if he stole a few pieces. he’ll tie your shoe for you when you’re too tired to bend over, grumbling about how lazy you are despite crouching down without a fight. he’s been there to put your hair up for you while at the beach because you were worried about getting it wet, only to throw you into the ocean with the heartiest laugh you’ve seen from him while you plotted a way to drown him.

so yeah, while occasionally a pain in your side, woonhak has stuck by your side throughout each and every little hardship. he’s been your rock while the two of you experience some of the most fun yet terrifying years of your life without any sign of being annoyed or unhappy.

and you can tell he doesn’t plan on changing a thing because after reciprocating your awkward glance with a head nod, woonhak immediately grabs your favorite chips with a childlike grin and places them in the basket. he didn’t notice. and for that you’re grateful. because you’re not very mentally prepared for it to have become a scene.

you peruse the small shop and stick your head in the refrigerated section in hopes of cooling your heart down when you remember what you came here for in the first place; a slushie. it’s fine, sitting under a shaded tree while you talk about mindless topics will surely clear your head and brush away those silly thoughts of what you think is only a one-sided crush.

woonhak, on the other hand, is now staring at the slushie machine like it owes him money with that quizzical face of his that means he’s truly in thought.

“what flavor are you getting? ooh wait, i want the red one! i’ll get you blue so we can trade—”

“NO- i mean, um. no, i want ice cream instead”

the act of sharing a drink never seemed weird to either of you because friends share things all the time. even using the same straw or utensil on occasion was never “gross”, it just meant trying what each other had. but now? the thought of having your lips in the same spot made your head spin. or maybe it was the heat.. right, ice cream…

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If we’re talking about the place furthest from the word 'peaceful' on this planet, the group's dorm on a weekend evening with no schedules would undoubtedly make the top three.

The sound of the game console competed with the loud bickering of Jaehyun and Taesan, who were fiercely battling it out in a racing game. Meanwhile, Sungho sat sighing on the single sofa, and Leehan leaned against the couch, hugging his knees and watching the game with a quiet smile, not making a fuss.

"Yah! Han Dongmin! Why did you cut me off?! You threw that red shell at me on purpose, didn't you?!" Jaehyun yelled loudly, shifting and swaying his body to the rhythm of the car steering in the game, as if he were actually the one driving.

"It suits you, hyung. You're the one driving as slow as a crawling in shell," Taesan replied in a calm, provoking tone, his hands endlessly mashing the controller buttons.

As for you... you were sitting cross-legged on the soft, fluffy rug in front of the long sofa, trying to blend in as a piece of furniture to escape the chaos. Behind you sat the giant maknae, Kim Woonhak. His strong arms were draped over your shoulders, subtly trapping you in his embrace.

The weight of his chin resting on your hair didn't feel uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, the warmth of his body heat and the faint scent of his signature cologne made you feel strangely relaxed.

In your hands was a large strawberry cheesecake sundae you had just ordered for delivery—your absolute favorite that you fully intended to devour all by yourself. But it seemed the giant puppy behind you wasn't going to let that happen.

"Let me have some," Woonhak's deep voice sounded right next to your ear, his chin still resting heavily on your head.

"No way, go get your own spoon," you deflected, twisting away to protect the sweet treat in your hands.

Riwoo, who was sitting not too far away and could see what was happening, quietly reached over and handed him some snacks instead.

"Aww, but I'm too lazy to walk over and get it. Feed me, please?" Woonhak used that whining, affectionate tone he always used when he wanted something. He reached out to take the snacks Riwoo offered, but his bright eyes blinked pitifully anyway, looking down at you like a starving puppy when you looked up at him over your shoulder. "Please? Just one bite."

You let out a long sigh of defeat. Who could possibly resist Kim Woonhak's begging?

"Only one bite, okay?"

You reiterated the condition, scooping up a generous spoonful of ice cream with a big chunk of cheesecake, and turned to hold it up to the pouty boy's lips. Woonhak obediently opened his mouth, his eyes curving into happy little crescents.

However...

Instead of just taking the ice cream from the spoon and pulling away, right as you were about to pull the spoon back, Woonhak leaned his face in closer. His mischievous eyes looked deep into yours for a split second before his target shifted.

His soft lips didn't just touch the pink plastic spoon; they deliberately pressed against the corner of your mouth, which was slightly smeared with ice cream.

Smooch!

The sound of lips touching was soft, but loud enough to make your eyes widen. Your body froze for a moment. The ice cream in Woonhak's mouth didn't interest him nearly as much as the sweetness from the corner of your lips. He pulled away slowly, his cold, ice-cream-coated lips breaking into a wide, eye-crinkling smile.

"Mmm... sweeter than I thought," he said nonchalantly, as if he were simply critiquing the taste of the cheesecake, even though his eyes were completely fixated on your lips. He lightly licked his own lips to catch the lingering sweetness.

Beeeep! GAME OVER!

The game-over sound effect blared from the TV, accompanied by a solid three seconds of dead air in the living room. No one moved. Every pair of eyes turned toward the source of the silence.

"Yah!! Kim Woonhak! Get a room if you're gonna do that!" Jaehyun, who had turned around just in time to witness the scene, yelled out, throwing his controller onto the sofa.

"Ugh, my eyes..." Riwoo squeezed his eyes shut in exasperation, grabbing a large throw pillow to cover his face and burying himself into the sofa's backrest, refusing to acknowledge the PDA attacking the single guys.

"This kid is wicked," Leehan added, shaking his head, while Sungho simply raised a hand to massage his temples.

Your cheeks burned so hot they felt like they were going to explode into Cocoa Crunch. The embarrassment bubbled up so intensely you wanted to burrow under the rug and hide, but with the members' eyes staring right at you, all you could do was take a deep breath and try to keep your expression as normal as possible.

You whipped your head around to glare at the culprit, who was sitting there beaming, completely unfazed.

You didn't yell, scold him, or throw a tantrum like usual, knowing full well that if you made a fuss, his hyungs would tease you even more relentlessly. Instead, you gave him a deadpan, silently threatening glare that clearly conveyed: 'You are so dead when we get back to our room. We're settling this later, Kim Woonhak.'

Still, unable to hold back your sheer exasperation, you lightly smacked his lips with the back of the ice cream-stained plastic spoon in suppressed frustration.

Woonhak flinched slightly when the spoon hit his mouth, but instead of showing remorse, the golden retriever boldly challenged the tiger. He gave you a cheeky, provocative eyebrow raise and reached out with his large hand to gently wipe the ice cream smudge from the corner of your mouth. The slightly rough touch of his thumb sent shivers down your spine.

He was completely unaffected by your threatening glare. Worse yet, he slowly licked his own lips right where you had just smacked him with the spoon. His sharp, mischievous gaze never left your face.

Before his deep voice whispered softly... loud enough for only the two of you to hear, amidst Jaehyun's endless complaining in the background.

"I can barely wait."

...

"Han Dongmin!! Stop throwing water bombs at my car!!"

"It's your own fault for not focusing on the game, hyung."

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In psychology, there's a term called 'Cute Aggression'.

It’s the phenomenon where you see a creature so incredibly cute—so cute that your brain simply can't process it—that your body's natural response is the urge to squeeze, squish, bite, or even completely devour it just to release the overwhelming tension.

Kim Woonhak had never understood this ridiculous theory in his entire life. He always thought that when you see something cute, you just look at it, take a picture, or at most, give it a few gentle pats on the head. How could anyone have such a sadistic urge to crush something cute with their bare hands?

(Well... I guess that explains why he never understood why Taesan hyung would always squish his face into a pancake, or why Jaehyun hyung would randomly sink his teeth into his arm.)

That was... until he started dating you…

"Chew your food properly, you're gonna choke."

The deep voice came from the tall guy sitting with his arms crossed on the sofa. Woonhak was staring at you—sitting cross-legged on the rug in front of the TV—with a gaze that clearly screamed he was secretly losing his absolute mind.

It was a day off, and you had decided to camp out at his dorm. You were lounging around in his favorite oversized gray hoodie (which, on you, draped all the way down to your knees, making you look like a little mochi wrapped in a blanket). Your hair was tied up in a messy bun, and most importantly... your cheeks were currently stuffed with butter bread as you chewed away, your eyes glued to the variety show on screen, completely oblivious to your surroundings.

And that exact sight was driving Woonhak insane.

The 180-plus-centimeter giant was sitting there biting his lip, his hands resting on his lap balled into tight fists, veins popping.

Cute... she's way too cute.

He screamed that sentence in his head for the hundredth time today. The way your eyes widened in anticipation at the TV show, combined with your round cheeks bouncing with every chew, was a direct, critical hit to the superstar maknae's nervous system.

You snapped your head around at his scolding tone, your brows furrowing slightly while your mouth was still entirely full of bread.

"Mmmph! (What!)" you let out a muffled sound of protest, blinking your innocent eyes at him in confusion. "Ooh awway ah aah aah! (You're always scolding me!)"

Kim Woonhak's last thread of sanity snapped.

The tall boy shot up from the couch and marched straight over to you while you were still looking at him cluelessly. He quickly dropped to his knees right behind you.

"Hey! Do you have any idea how much of a hard time you're giving me?!"

"Huh?"

Before you could even swallow your bread, two familiar large hands reached out from behind and firmly cupped both of your cheeks.

Woonhak held your face before squeezing both of your cheeks together with the ultimate level of cute aggression. The squeeze wasn't painful, but it was firm enough to squish your lips forward into a duck pout, pushing the soft flesh of your cheeks up right under your eyes.

"Oon-ah! Whah aah oo oohing! (Woonhak! What are you doing!)" you squawked, your voice completely muffled. You tried to bring your hands up to pry his octopus-like grip off your face, but the giant boy stubbornly refused to let go. Instead, he leaned over your shoulder, resting his chin right on your collarbone.

"Because you're too cute! I'm going crazy here!" he whined back, his voice shaking with pure, unadulterated frustration. "Why are your cheeks so puffy? Why are you wearing my hoodie and acting like a little cotton ball, huh?! Do you know how badly I want to squish you into pieces right now?!"

"Eh oh igh ow! (Let go right now!)"

You wriggled around, finally managing to swallow the bread with great difficulty before glaring back at the person behind you. But the moment you saw his handsome face up close, you froze.

Woonhak wasn't frowning. He wasn't mad at all... Quite the opposite, his bright, dark eyes were sparkling with mirth. The corners of his mouth were twitching like someone trying so hard to hold back a smile that their cheeks were cramping.

Seeing you stop struggling, the pressure on your cheeks slowly loosened. From squishing your lips into a pout, his large hands shifted to gently cradling your face with absolute care. The warmth of his palms spread across your skin, which was already blooming with a rosy flush.

Woonhak's long thumb gently stroked your cheekbone. The touch, shifting from an aggressive squish born of cute aggression to a tender, deeply adoring caress, made your heartbeat stumble.

"You're seriously dangerous..." he murmured, his voice softening as his eyes stared deeply into yours. "When you act cute without even realizing it... do you know how dangerous that is for my heart?"

"I didn't even do anything..." you mumbled, your voice dropping to a whisper, completely flustered by the proximity.

"That's exactly why it's so frustrating," Woonhak chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling your cheek. "Because you don't even have to try... and you're still the cutest person in the world to me."

With that, he leaned in closer, burying his nose into the cheek he was holding and giving you a huge, firm peck just to release whatever cute aggression he had left in his system.