#chrimata

02. You’re getting ready for a friend’s birthday, standing in front of the mirror as you rant about your day to Jaehyun. He’s sprawled out on your bed, lazily watching you doll up for the event with an amused smile. Just as you finish with your makeup, you step back from the mirror to check your outfit, still talking about the minor frustrations of your day. Before you can take another step, Jaehyun gets up and gently pulls you back against him, his arms sliding around your waist. You let out a surprised yelp as his fingers brush against your collarbones, adjusting the clasp of your necklace and twisting it so it sits properly at the back. His touch lingers for a moment, feather-light against your skin. “There you go,” he says with a small smile, his dimples making another devastatingly cute appearance. You don’t realize you’re blushing until he tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, bringing a finger up to gently poke your cheek. “Who’s the blush for, pretty?” he teases, his voice light and playful. Quickly shaking your head in denial, you mumble something incoherent, but Jaehyun just chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. He cups your jaw, leaning in to press a feather-light kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Let’s go,” he murmurs, taking your hand in his as he leads you out of the house.

03. The crowd around you is overwhelming—voices blending into a loud hum, bodies pressing too close for comfort. You glance over at Jaehyun, who’s walking beside you, looking just as anxious as you feel. When your eyes meet, your hands instinctively reach for each other. Jaehyun’s hand is warm, his grip firm but reassuring. “Don’t let go,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand as he guides you through the sea of people. Even after you’re in the clear, standing in the open with space to breathe, he doesn’t let go. His thumb gently brushes over the back of your hand, sending tiny sparks through your skin. It’s as if holding on to you feels more natural to him than letting go, and honestly, you’re in no rush to pull away either.

park sungho.

01. You complain about your aching feet after a long walk—or worse, a painful shoe bite—and before you can finish, Sungho crouches down in front of you, rolling his eyes dramatically. "What did I tell you about wearing the wrong shoes?" he scolds, though there’s no real bite to his words. He pats his back, glancing at you over his shoulder with a grin. "Hop on." When you hesitate, he shifts impatiently, his voice turning into a whiny plea. "Come on, don’t make me beg." Your giggles fill the air as you finally climb onto his back, his hands steady and warm as they grip your thighs to hold you in place. He adjusts his hold before giving a satisfied hum. "See? Told you I’ve got you." You rest your chin on his shoulder, your laughter softening into a content smile as he carries you the rest of the way, his steps steady and comforting, just like him.

02. After a long, exhausting day, the two of you sit together on the bus ride home. You let out a quiet sigh, and that’s all Sungho needs to notice how tired you are. Without saying a word, he gently nudges your arm and gestures to his shoulder with a soft smile. You rest your head against him, the broadness of his shoulders providing an unexpected comfort despite the firmness of his muscles. He shifts slightly, leaning his cheek against the crown of your head. Just as you’re about to drift off, you feel the soft press of his lips against your hair, his kiss lingering for a moment, warm and tender.

03. Even when you insist you’re full, Sungho always saves the last bite for you—without fail. He picks it up and holds it out in front of your mouth, grinning cheekily. "Say aah," he teases, opening his own mouth wide in demonstration. You try to suppress a laugh at your boyfriend’s antics but give in, letting him feed you. The satisfaction in his eyes as you take the bite is almost comical, and you’re just about to tease him when he leans in and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. Your words die in your throat as heat rises to your face, leaving you flustered and Sungho grinning wider.

lee riwoo.

01. You’re both busy with your own things—he’s watching a show on TV while you’re curled up next to him with a book, your legs resting comfortably over his. Every so often, Riwoo glances at you, quietly admiring the way your brows furrow in concentration, the way you absentmindedly fidget with your lower lip. When a strand of hair falls into your face, you don’t even notice. Riwoo does, though. Gently, he tucks the strand behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your skin for the briefest moment. “There,” he murmurs softly, turning his attention back to the TV, though the shy smile creeping onto his face betrays him.

02. Riwoo isn’t the type to initiate big, dramatic displays of affection, but sometimes, when the moment feels just right, he can’t help himself. Like now, as you stand in the kitchen, focused on something entirely mundane—washing dishes, chopping vegetables, or scrolling through a recipe on your phone. Quietly, he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, moving your hair aside to rest his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You flinch slightly at the sudden contact, letting out a small gasp. “You startled me,” you murmur, though your voice softens as you relax in his hold. “’M sorry,” he whispers, his voice muffled against your skin, his arms tightening just a bit more as his hands come together, anchoring you in place.

03. You’re running late, practically hopping around as you slip your shoes on, fingers raking through your hair in a futile attempt to tame it. Riwoo watches from the doorway, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as you huff in frustration. He steps forward, gently tugging your arm to stop you. “Here, let me fix it,” he says softly, his voice low and soothing. Before you can protest, his hands are in your hair, his fingers working delicately through the tangles. He smooths down the flyaways, combing through the strands with practiced ease, his touch gentle but sure. When he’s done, he steps back, tilting his head slightly as he admires his work—and you. “What?” you ask, catching the faint smile tugging at his lips. “So pretty,” he says simply. Before you can recover, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Bye, love,” he whispers, stepping back as you leave the house. Your knees feel wobbly, your heart racing as you glance back at him one last time before heading out, a giddy smile tugging at your own lips.

han taesan.

01. It’s late, and you’re both supposed to be asleep unless you want to risk being late for work the next morning. But none of that seems to matter. You stand on your tiptoes to pull the ice cream from the freezer, feeling Taesan’s presence lingering behind you. You place the tub on the counter when you feel him tug at the sleeve of your hoodie. Turning around, you’re met with the sight of Taesan’s face bathed in the soft glow of the refrigerator light, his eyes holding a tenderness that makes your heart ache in the best way. He steps closer, his hands finding your waist as he pulls you toward him. His forehead rests gently against yours, and the quiet intimacy of the moment steals your breath. Instinctively, your hand lifts to brush against his cheek, but he winces at the chill of your fingers against his warm skin. “Sorry,” you giggle softly, pulling your hand back quickly. Taesan’s lips twitch into a small, lopsided smile as he takes your hands in his, enveloping them in his warmth. He rubs them gently, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles until the coldness fades. But even when your hands are warm, he doesn’t let go. Instead, he lifts one of your hands to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles before leaning forward to place another on your forehead. He rests his cheek against your temple, his arms wrapping around you fully now as he sways the two of you back and forth in the quiet stillness of 3 a.m. The faint hum of the fridge fills the silence, but all you can focus on is the sound of his steady breathing and the feel of his heartbeat against yours.

02. You’re scrolling through your phone, sitting comfortably on the couch with your legs tucked under you, when Taesan plops down beside you. He sits in silence for a while, fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater as he debates whether or not to get your attention. Eventually, he scoots closer, gently unfolding your legs, and rests his head in your lap, instantly relaxing as the exhaustion of the day melts away. You glance down at him, confusion crossing your face, but Taesan simply grins up at you with half-lidded eyes. Without saying a word, he reaches for your hand, guiding it to his hair. A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you bite back a smile, amused by his clingy behavior. Slowly, you start to run your fingers through his hair, the rhythm soothing both him and you. Taesan hums contentedly, his body shifting as he gets more comfortable on your thighs. You look back at your phone, but your fingers never stop moving through his hair. Your attention is fully on the pretty boy with his head resting on your lap, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

03.

You’re out shopping with Taesan, almost ready to leave after grabbing everything that caught your eye, but you’re too tired to shop any longer. Taesan is holding all your shopping bags, despite your insistence on carrying at least one. He refused to let you. You’re standing in front of the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor. The strap of your purse keeps slipping off your shoulder, and you unknowingly let out an irritated huff as you pull it up for the fourth time in the past two minutes.

“Give it to me,” Taesan says, taking the little bag from you before you can protest. You don’t even know how he’s managed to hold all these bags.

“Taesan, I can hold my purse myself,” you say firmly, but he just clicks his tongue.

“Well, you clearly can’t if you keep dropping it.”

You frown. “I didn’t drop it—”

Before you can finish, his lips press against yours—firm but soft—before pulling away almost immediately.

“Hush, I’m fine with holding your bags, baby.”

You can’t say anything to that, too flustered to even look at him. Your eyes fall on a little girl standing behind you, who bursts into a fit of giggles at the sight of the kiss your boyfriend just gave you. You scrunch your nose at her before resting your cheek against Taesan’s shoulder, biting your lip to stop yourself from giggling like the girl behind you.

kim leehan.

01.

You’re sitting in the corner of a quiet cafe, focused on an assignment that’s due in a few days. Leehan, however, is not as focused. He had plenty of work to do, but after ten minutes, his attention was already drifting. He kept turning his phone on and off, scanning the cafe, and gossiping in your ear whenever someone did something questionable. He fidgeted with your pens, did everything but study.

Finally, he grabbed a pen and gently took your hand, guiding it toward him. You didn’t resist; anything to let this boy distract himself so you could focus. The cool pen glided over the back of your hand as he started doodling.

A few minutes later, you felt him looking up at you with a gleam in his eyes. You glanced down at the back of your hand and saw two fish drawn with a green pen, sloppily yet endearingly, with a heart between them. One fish had wide eyes and a ridiculously joyful expression, while the other had smaller eyes and furrowed eyebrows. A fish with eyebrows? But you didn’t question it.

"Let me guess," you said, your lips curling into a smile, "I’m the grumpy one?"

Leehan nodded enthusiastically. "Cute, right?" he beamed. "They’re in love," he added dreamily.

You smiled at the doodle, finding it impossibly cute. You’d never wash it off if you could.

"Hold on," he said. "I’ll draw our kids too."

"Leehan!"

02. You groan softly as sunlight pours through the window, squinting and turning to face the other way. Leehan is already awake, watching you with a sleepy, gentle smile. "Morning," he says, his voice still thick with sleep. It never fails to surprise you how cheerful he can be, even when sunlight is harshly poking at your eyes on a Sunday morning at 8 a.m.

You grumble in response, your words unintelligible as you move closer to Leehan, nuzzling against his side and pulling the blankets tighter around you. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap you in his warm embrace, his hand gently running through your hair, massaging your scalp with his fingers. You grab a fistful of his shirt, holding him even tighter as you snuggle into his chest.

"Wake up, baby," you hear him murmur, his voice soft and full of affection. You mumble, "Five more minutes, please," and feel Leehan nod in understanding. Five minutes pass, and he still holds you close, continuing to run his fingers through your hair, allowing you to cling to him for as long as you need, because he enjoys it just as much as you do.

His gentle touch and soothing presence make it so easy to forget about the world outside, leaving you feeling safe and content in his arms. You can’t imagine a better way to start your day.

03. You were talking a mile a minute, hands gesturing wildly as you went on and on about some random thing that had happened during the day. Leehan, on the other hand, was quietly listening, his eyes soft and amused as they watched you talk.

“You know,” you continued, oblivious to the way his lips curled into a smile, “I think it’s just—” Before you could go on any longer, Leehan suddenly leaned forward, cutting you off mid-sentence. His hand found its way to the back of your neck, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. And before you could even react, his lips pressed against yours, silencing your rambling in the sweetest way possible. The kiss was soft, a little teasing, and it made your heart race all at once.

When he pulled away just enough to look at you, his face was flushed, but there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “You were talking a lot,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

You blinked at him, cheeks turning a soft pink. “Leehan...” you whispered, still a little breathless. He gave you a playful grin and pecked your lips again, this time lingering just a bit longer, his hand softly cupping your cheek.

“Couldn’t resist,” he murmured, his voice warm and fond. “Every time you talk, I just wanna kiss you.”

Your smile widened, and you leaned into him, feeling his arms wrap around you as he pulled you closer. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to keep talking, then.”

kim woonhak.

01. It wasn’t unusual for Woonhak to absentmindedly play with your hair. Sometimes it started with a little twirl or a soft tug to smooth a flyaway, but soon his fingers would weave through your hair in the gentlest way, like he couldn’t help himself.

One afternoon, as you sat on the floor reading, your head resting against his knee as he lounged behind you on the couch, his hand found your hair again. He started with soft motions—tucking strands behind your ear, brushing his fingers through lightly. The repetitive movement was so soothing you closed your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips.

After a while, his movements changed. You felt him section off a small part of your hair and begin braiding it, the motions careful and deliberate. He worked with so much focus, as though he didn’t want to accidentally tug too hard or mess up your peaceful moment. A small smile played on your lips as you let him continue, enjoying the way he was putting so much care into something as simple as your hair.

“Umm, YN… I think I messed up.”

Curious, you touched the braid—and gasped. It wasn’t a braid; it was a bird’s nest more than anything. “Woonhak!”

His eyes widened, and he clasped his hands together, leaning in dramatically. “I’m so sorry, baby! I swear I didn’t mean to destroy your hair.” Then, without giving you a chance to respond, he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. “Forgive me?” he asked softly, his lips brushing your temple before planting another kiss just above your ear.

You sighed, trying to stay annoyed, but he made it impossible. “Not fair,” you muttered, tilting your head toward him as his lips trailed to your cheek.

“Is that a yes?” he murmured, grinning against your skin.

“Only if you help me fix this mess.”

You laughed as he gently guided you to sit between his knees, his hands carefully working through the tangle of knots. His fingers, though slightly clumsy, moved delicately as he untangled strand by strand. Occasionally, he’d pause to place a soft kiss on the top of your head or your shoulder, murmuring little apologies that made your heart flutter.

“You’re lucky I like you so much,” you mumbled, leaning back slightly against him.

02. Woonhak had an adorable habit of always saving you a seat, no matter where you went. It was second nature to him—at the library, the cafeteria, or even during group hangouts. He’d drape his jacket over a chair or place his bag on it, giving you a small grin when you arrived, as if to say, This is for you. He never made a big deal out of it, either. It was just something he did, quietly and without fuss, as natural as breathing.

Today, your friends had decided on a casual lunch after school. The restaurant was buzzing with chatter, and by the time you arrived, it seemed every seat at the table was already taken—except for one, right next to Woonhak. He looked up as you walked in, his face lighting up instantly. “Over here,” he called softly, patting the empty chair beside him. You made your way over, a little flustered by the attention but grateful nonetheless.

“Thanks,” you murmured as you slid in, your shoulder brushing his. His arm instinctively came to rest on the back of your seat, fingers lightly grazing your shoulder. The conversation flowed easily among your friends, but your little bubble with Woonhak remained. Under the table, his knee pressed gently against yours. You shifted slightly, and he pressed back, as if to say, Stay close.

At one point, he casually reached for your hand, his pinky hooking around yours before giving a soft squeeze. You glanced at him, catching the faintest smile tugging at his lips as he pretended to focus on his food. But the pink hue dusting his cheeks gave him away completely.

And just like that, with your knees touching and his hand brushing yours, everything else was background noise—leaving only the two of you, perfectly at ease in each other’s presence.

03. It was one of those perfect winter evenings—the air crisp, your breath puffing out in soft clouds as you walked down the street. You were a step ahead of Woonhak, chatting animatedly about something that had happened earlier in the day, your hands flying in every direction to emphasize your points. Woonhak wasn’t saying much today. He liked listening to you like this—watching the way your eyes lit up when you were excited, the way your scarf bobbed with every enthusiastic gesture. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he trailed behind, letting you lead the way.

The crosswalk came into view, and the light had just turned yellow, but you were too caught up in your story to notice. You stepped forward without thinking, and Woonhak’s hand darted out instinctively, wrapping gently around your arm. “Wait,” he said softly, pulling you back just as a car sped past. You blinked, startled, and turned to look at him. “Just… be careful,” he mumbled, trying to play it cool, but the redness creeping up his ears betrayed him.

Before you could say anything, he slid his hand down from your arm and intertwined his fingers with yours, slipping both of your hands into the pocket of his coat. The warmth of his palm against yours immediately chased away the chill in the air. You glanced down at your joined hands, a shy smile tugging at your lips at your boyfriend’s sweet gesture to make sure you were safe.

gets excited even for the little things like a surprise day off or an extra hour to spend with you. never lets you get bored and always has ideas of what to do together to make it a date. any time spent with your boyfriend is time well spent. 

definitely has a picture of you as his phone background. on long work days or overseas schedules he misses you too much and likes to still see your face when video calling isn’t an option. likes the idea of matching couple rings or a necklace to have when you’re apart and gets a pair for you at some point.

MAEDA RIKU ﾐ 前田 陸

wears tank tops or t-shirts that look really good on him and then pretends he doesn’t know why you’re staring at him or all over him. he can’t feign ignorance for too long, though, because he always ends up giggling at how cute you are. 

shares his food with you and always makes sure you eat well. would rather order something you like and share it than order something he’s personally craving, especially if you are slightly pickier with your food. he loves enjoying food together and seeing you satisfied. 

has to hold your hand if you’re ever walking somewhere. more of a comfort than function. he knows he won’t lose you, but he likes the feeling of having your hand in his. will also reach out to hold your hand if you’re sitting next to each other. he likes the feeling of your soft skin.

TOKUNO YUSHI ﾐ 得能勇志

eye contact from across the room leads to mini staring contests that end in giggles and laughter. he’ll stare at you like a little cat until he gets your attention just to smile or wink to see you blush or roll your eyes. 

appears out of nowhere sneaking behind you for hugs or planting kisses on your cheek or neck. you often hear him before you see him if he whispers his favourite nickname for you or a simple hey before his arms are wrapping around you.

lies on top of you whenever you’re sitting on the couch. loves when you play with his hair or kiss his forehead. but will also tease you by blocking any attempts to kiss his lips. until you push him onto the floor and then he’s coming back to you begging for a real kiss. 

KIM DAEYOUNG ﾐ 김대영

always texts you throughout the day, sending memes or little updates. especially during practice when he’s surrounded by the other members’ antics. he sits on the side of the studio and finds his own peaceful quiet by messaging you. 

loves taking couple photos and practically has to take a new one each day. whether an ootd photo in the mirror or a cute pose where you’re kissing his cheek, he loves his little collection of them to remember each day with you. prints them out as polaroids and puts his favourite one in his phone case.

will sing any song you like and sends you little covers through voice messages throughout the day. he’ll include raw takes too when he messes up the lyrics or forgets the melody and you might just love when his giggles interrupt the cover even more than a perfect take.

HIROSE RYO ﾐ 廣瀬遼

shares all his clothes with you and even accessories too. his hoodies are practically your sweaters, and his necklaces end up on you more often than he wears them. he thinks it’s super cute, but you do have to compete with sakuya sometimes for dibs on ryo’s sweaters.

teases you with his kisses by pulling away too fast or kissing just beside your lips. only does it to get a reaction out of you and will of course give you a proper kiss eventually, but he lives for your grumpy face. 

is so patient with you and puts up with your cuteness aggression for him. perhaps he understands it because he feels the same urge to squish sakuya’s cheeks (and yours, too). doesn’t mind if his face is showered in kisses and he’s trapped in a tight hug for minutes. let’s you squeeze him like he’s your personal teddy bear. 

FUJINAGA SAKUYA ﾐ 藤永咲哉

the king of matching everything with you: shirts, nails, shoes, even hair ties. he always lets you play with his hair or put it up before he has dance practice. and if his nails aren’t matching with yours, he’s doing something wrong. 

he’s your best friend truly before being your boyfriend, and all the inside jokes you made as friends still make you giggle when they’re brought up. sakuya loves to recreate them whenever he can to make you giggle uncontrollably.

is still super shy with you at times, even though you’ve been dating for a while. if you kiss him by surprise his cheeks will tint pink and he might even stutter over his words. he’s used to being teased by the members for being the youngest and lovesick, and he may never grow out of his shyness towards you.

"what do you want for dinner? it'll be my treat" a giddy giggle escape your lips, looking up from your phone to catch him staring. your gaze soften as you call for him in a small voice, "taro?" you tilt your head slightly. not receiving any reply back, you ask once again. "taro"—"let's get married."

sungchan — your voice + petnames

• there's just something so alluring about your voice

• it doesn't matter if your voice is sometimes soft, sometimes deep, raspy,

• even when you're not talking at all and just simply breathing

• it will always be a sweet treat to his ear.

• especially if you add in some sweet new names for him in your sentences

• he'll be kicking his feet like a highschool girl

• he's so obsessed with it, he will refuse to start a day without calling you or atleast receiving a voicemail from you.

• and obviously sleep calls when he's away are a must !!

"hello?" you utter sleepy, yawning and laying back down to your bed. you can hear shuffles through the call, confusion arising when he's not replying to your words. "pretty boy?" the call goes in one long silence as you can't hear him shuffling around on the other side anymore. "sungc"—"did you just call me a pretty boy??!!! KAKSJDJWISJSJSN WAIT I NEED A MINUTE"

eunseok — your caring nature

• idiot grin on his face

• like his smile is huge everytime your personality traits starts to show up

• the way he observes your attentiveness, your caring and kind nature

• his eyes will legit turns to hearts !!

• loves to watch as your caring mode turns on everytime you see animals, people or simply seeing,, him.

you drop down to a squat gently pushing the can of tuna towards a cute little kitten. "look at you.." you coo, offering your hand cautiously watching the way the kitten reacts before gently stroking it. eunseok smiles warmly, staring down at you and the way your expression soften whilst gently carresing the poor animal. "eunseok" you call softly breaking his trance. "yes baby?" eunseok's smile widens crouching next to you, you giggle gently reach out to fix the stray hair on his face. "can we adopt her?" eunseok swears he's fallen in love twice.

wonbin — your warmth

• wonbin lovesloooooves hugging you

• or cuddling you on top of a comfy mattress

• whether it's him spooning you or the other way around it doesn't really matter for him.

• what matters the most is your body pressed close against him at all times!

• he won't be able to function without the warmth your body provides, even if it's in the middle of summer 😵‍💫

you struggle in his embrace, trying to let go as the heat of summer slowly seeps through the window. feeling you pry open his arms, wonbin let out a whine pulling you closer as he hides in the crook of your neck. "it's so hot wonbin" you pout still trying to breakfree from his embrace. "i know im hot" a groan leaves your lips hitting his back gently. "atleast let me grab the ac remote??" wonbin sigh letting go slightly, his hand still perfectly wrapped around your wrist "fine, so this is how it is huh? you don't love me anymore." "oh shut up." you roll your eyes while chuckling softly turning on the ac before spooning him back in your arms, sighing in content.

seunghan — your touch

• blushing mess everytime your hands touch

• people might assume it would be the other way around, the way he acts most of the time proves that he wouldn't be the one clinging right?

• oh how wrong that is

• he'll make sure to keep you close 24/7

• it seems everytime you touch send such an electric feeling in his body

• and he'll never get enough of it, he will alwaaays be so flustered by it

you lean in slightly, your thumb brushing over his lips. "you got chocolate on your lips" you clarify, leaning back to your seat. sipping on your hot chocolate. seunghan quickly reaches out for your hand, placing it back to his lips. "seunghan..?" "i like your touch."

sohee — your smile

• this boy have the sweetest most beautiful smile and guess what?

• his weakness is your smile.

• he's such a tease about it too :(

• would do anything to see you trying to hold in your smile, looking away while blush crept up your skin. all because of him

"so pretty." he whispers softly, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. his eyes finding yours as you try your best to keep your composure, your eyes wandering everywhere but his pair. sohee holds back a giggle, seeing your flustered state. he gently touch your chin, forcing you to look his way. "baby.. pretty.. look at me."

anton — your kisses

• your kisses are his BIGGEST and i mean BIGGEST weakness ever

• most especially a kiss on his cheeks.. oh and his lips aswell !

• he will literally drop everything he's holding and drop down to his knees

"antoooooniooooo" you call fhim in a singsong voice, running giddily towards him. anton gives you sweet smile, pulling you in for a hug. "i missed you so much" you pout, soon pulling away. "i missed you too baby"— chuu! you lean in and gives him a big kiss on his cheek and another one on his lips as soon as he finished talking. your lipgloss staining his face. anton gasps, touching the places where you leave those kisses. feeling his knees weakening. "oh my—" "anton!!" you laugh keeping his knees from hitting the ground.

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“Yeah,” he replies almost instantly making your heart beat a little faster in your chest. “Do you want to call tonight?” you ask suddenly. You have no idea where this sudden bravery came from but you are glad and scared at the same time now that it did.

Sungho inhales lightly as a small smile spreads on his face as he nods and replies, “Yeah sure.” You don’t know what the future holds and neither does he does but maybe this was a little ray of hope.

LEE SANGHYEOK

trope: sunshine x grumpy now playing: midnight rain

You sign in annoyance when Riwoo picks up the controller again and you snatch it out of his hand, yanking open the cable from the plug point and look at him. He smiles brightly when he sees your grimacing face and jokes, “Come on grumpy don’t glare at me like that.”

“It is Valentine’s Day, don’t you have anything better to do than play LoL?” He pouts and you roll your eyes at him. Everyone in your brother’s friend circle knows how much straightforward you are. Jaehyun has tried to set you up with Riwoo because according to him you are in desperate need of some “sunshine” in your life.

“I am spending the day with you, aren’t I?” Riwoo winks and you gasp at his answer. He walks off to Jaehyun’s room and you exhale, hating for even being born. The way his words has set your whole face on fire should be researched. Hell Riwoo can graze his hands casually and you will be firing up for no reason. You open your phone is frustration and scroll until you find a fluff fanfiction you feel like reading.

The reader kisses the person’s nose. Cringe. You will definitely read it.

And do it to Riwoo, your mind screams and you want nothing more than to punch your mind. You keep reading trying to focus on the story and not think how it is so fitting with Riwoo.

“For someone who is always scowling you like reading stuff that make normal people giggle,” a voice interrupted your reading and you jump as Riwoo slides besides you, still grinning. You hate yourself for how your eyes instantly dropped to his nose.

Stop it.

You force yourself to look into his eyes and it doesn’t help a lot since they look like a whole galaxy of stars. How can someone’s eyes hold so much adoration and spark?

“Why are you looking at my nose weirdly?” he chuckles and the answer rolls off your lips before you can stop yourself, “If I was yours I would just spend the day kissing it.”

Your eyes widen and you want the ground to swallow you whole while Riwoo loud laugh fills the room. You look at him and the way his nose scrunches, soft hair falling on his lashes as he continues laughing and asks, “Is that a line from the thing you were reading?”

“No, stop it,” you whine and your ears, heck, your whole body feel on fire as you look at Riwoo who is smiling and looking at you. “You say that but you look at me like this,” you pout and it takes all of his strength to not press his lips to yours right then and there.

“Like what?” he asks and you glare half-heartedly but he continues, “If you mean like I am head over heels for you, then yes, I do look at you like that.”

Your breath gets stuck at your throat and you don’t trust your voice too much but you blabber out, “Don’t ask me out on Valentine’s, that’s cliché as hell.”

“I can do all kinds of cliché things for you though,” Riwoo’s smiles brighten and you wish for nothing more actually.

MYUNG JAEHYUN

trope: brother’s best friend now playing: stupid in love

The only way you can describe Myung Jaehyun is BF! Big Flirt! Even your brother who is his best friend got a taste of his flirt when he tried to take a lollipop from his mouth.

So when the door of your house swings open and Jaehyun enters the house where you are alone you know you are doomed. Mostly because of your very obvious crush on him. “Y/n,” he says and you nod somehow saying, “Jaehyun.”

“Where’s Sungho?” he casually places the question as you look at him and reply, “Missing your babygirl on Valentine’s Day?” You don’t hide your sarcastic tone but Jaehyun is faster as he replies, “Why? You jealous?”

You scoff thrice at the sentence and then laugh awkwardly as you look away cursing yourself at the awkward reaction. You quietly move around stuff in the kitchen doing nothing actually. The perfume he has worn is too addicting for your own good and you question how you can even smell it when he is literally on the other side of the room.

You turn around and yelp as you see Jaehyun standing in front of you with a tiny smirk on his face. “What are you doing?” you ask nervously as you realise how close he is. He is not close enough to be in your personal space but he is definitely close enough to make your breath stop.

Your back hits the kitchen counter comically even though he didn’t take a single step ahead baffling your mind. Jaehyun sees the chance and walks towards you trapping you into his arms as you frantically look anywhere other than his eyes.

“Look at me,” you hear his soft voice making you sigh because you definitely cannot look at him. “You know you are very obvious,” he giggles making you let out a small noise of desperation as you pout looking at him. “Fine, congratulations you caught me,” you sigh throwing your head back and making him smile as he finds you adorable.

“I am very obvious too but you are too oblivious to notice,” if one sentence can drive you crazy it was this one that just left Jaehyun’s mouth as you look back at him and he shrugs. You feel speechless because never in your entire life did you expect him to fall for you. But before you can reply he pecks you lightly making you trip on air as he giggles and says, “So how long should this be a secret from Sungho?”

HAN DONGMIN

trope: enemies to lovers now playing: title

Taesan had to be the bane of your existence because why else would the universe send you such a person who has to test your patience in every single step. So when he asks for your help in a subject you don’t trust him at all.

But now that you are actually sitting in the library you think you are wrong. You move uncomfortably in your seat as he quietly does the question and you can’t help but blurt out, “Why are you so quiet?”

“Aww you already miss my voice?” he cocks his head sideways making you take a deep breath so you don’t murder him right then and there. “You wish,” you grit out as he lets out a menacing laugh leaning over the table saying, “Sweetheart I wish for a lot of things.”

“Eww,” you place a hand in between your faces as he sits back on his seat smirking. You find yourself scolding your mind for liking that smirk and finding it actually hot. You blame your poor hormones for it as you sit back and stare at him.

“You know you can take a picture,” you gasp as he looks up directly at you, cheeks tinging with warmth as you cough and look away. “But I would need your picture more, considering how out of the world you look,” you head spins at a comical rate when the sentence leaves his mouth.

His mouth is also agape clearly surprised even he said that as he blinks looking at you. “What did you just say Han Dongmin?” you reply as he chuckles nervously scratching the back of his neck not knowing what to do next. Should he just casually deny it? He can do that, tell he has some brain disease or something.

He looks up at your wide eyes as he feels himself getting lost into them and as cliché as it sounds he feels lost in your eyes. He blinks again bringing himself to reality again as he sees you smiling.

You purse your lips and say, “How about I actually give you a signed photograph since you like to look at me so much?” your heart might have fallen out of the ribcage as you said it but Taesan giggles shyly looing down.

He looks up and replies, “How about I take you out and we take pictures together so I can look at you whenever I want?” You grin nodding lightly. That is the true Han Dongmin behaviour, never backing down from a challenge. But this time maybe you both are winning.

KIM DONGHYUN

trope: she fell first, he fell harder now playing: take a chance with me

To say losers and nerds were your type would be an understatement because you would die for Leehan’s smile. That quiet, shy smile as his eyes turn into crescent moons under his glasses. Once he opened his glasses in class and you almost fell in love after looking for a fraction of a second. You are not too proud of this but what he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him.

Except he does know very well because you already asked him out once! He had replied that he just wanted to stay friends and he is not into relationships right now. Easy right? Should fix everything. Except it didn’t.

Your friends have caught him stare at you for one too many times and the underlying tension has remained even though you talked and he has tried to open up in his own nerdy ways expressing his love for fish. It only made it worse, and make you fall harder for him day by day.

So when Valentine’s Week came you had a tiny ray of hope in your heart that maybe, just maybe, he would do something. But as the days went by your hope started to decrease and it came down to a solid negative on Valentine’s Day itself. As usual Donghyun came and sat in the row behind you but you hardly pay attention as you started taking notes.

You make through the classes somehow but before you can leave, Leehan calls out your name, surprising you. He is so shy that he has never called your name out aloud before ever. You slowly look back making sure you weren’t hearing things as he says quietly, “Can we talk?”

You nod slowly indicating your friends to go ahead with your hands as you stand quietly in your place. You think he will probably just ask you about the upcoming project and you feel crazy to think he will ask you out even as an option. Leehan quietly stands up as he says, “Sorry for making you wait.

“Oh no it is totally fine,” you say it a little faster than you want to, mentally slapping yourself. Talk about desperation! Donghyun coughs lightly as he says, “You know you can sit right.”

The whole interaction is so awkward that you plop down on the chair as he smiles and says, “Uhm I am asking you out.” “What?” you reply visibly confused because what the hell was that? Leehan trips over his words as he says, “No, what I mean is, I want to ask you out, it is just that I regret it a hell lot when I said no to you because you are so perfect and nice and I think today is perfect but if you want to stay friends that is super fine with me-“

“Donghyun please breathe,” you reply widening your eyes as you hold his shoulder and look at him. “So?” he asks hopefully as you shrug a little giggling. You look down and smile feeling super shy as you nod and look up saying, “Yes, let’s do this” Leehan swears he has never been happier before and that was crazy because how did you become such a big part of his life when even a few months ago you weren’t.

Maybe that was a mystery he can’t solve but he is glad he got it.

KIM WOONHAK

trope: best friends to lovers now playing: what a man gotta do

Woonhak has been sending you gift hampers on Valentine’s since he has got the part-time job three years back. He has never actually asked you out but the heart shaped chocolates, teddy, ring and a packet of Hershey’s kisses on every Valentine’s don’t lie.

You both have always tagged this as ‘best-friend’ behaviour, too afraid to date each other wondering what will happen in case you break up. It felt pathetic to watch as a third person because you both were so in love with each other.

So when you receive the hamper again this year your friends couldn’t help but roll their eyes at you. The way you two act oblivious makes them want to kill themselves. Because everyone except you two everyone could see how much you were in love with each other. You giggle at the packets as your friends let out tired sighs.

Whenever Woonhak is around you smile, feel like a thousand fireworks going off when he smiles, do pathetic things like singing love songs in the shower and dance in front of the mirror. Your mood instantly lights up whenever his messages come and even if he calls you at two in the night you would pick up without a question.

So one of your friends took matters in her own hands as she texted him saying that it is very obvious and it is a mental torture to watch your push and pull. So Woonhak should just ask you out.

Woonhak ran towards your residence as soon as he saw the message and sees you sitting in the porch in front. He smiles a little as he runs lightly and messes up your hair. “Hey,” you slap his hand away, a bit surprised at seeing him as you ask, “What are you doing here?”

“A friend of yours said you like me so much that you make them suffer making them listen about me,” your eyes widen as soon as the sentence leaves your mouth and you stand up ready to go and kill whichever of your friends did it. Woonhak, always predicting your next actions, holds you by your shoulder and makes you sit down.

“If we like each other, why can’t we be together?” he asks and you sigh saying, “Woonhak you know why, I just don’t want to lose you.” “How are you so sure we will break up?” he asks and you look up at him. Suddenly you realise you are seeing the guy you have grown up with and have been in love with since you knew what love meant. Maybe your fears were just overpowering your thoughts. So maybe you can give this a chance.

“Are you sure about this?” you ask warily and he shrugs replying, “Let’s just go on a date and find out.”

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“Y/N, can you make me hot chocolate?” shouts Sakuya from the floor above. “Why would I?” you reply to the brother in question. “I’ll do your dishes tonight.” “Deal.”

While you stir away at the two cups of hot chocolate in front of you, it becomes difficult to get your mind off the foreboding you’d felt in the pit of your stomach since waking up that day. You love your family, you really do. Winter break has been beyond fun with your cousins in town. But just this once you wish you could spend Christmas at your friend’s party instead. Just so you could avoid him. You still don’t have it in you to face him. Not after last December.

Almost as if your thoughts hold summoning powers, the doorbell rings, “Kids, come to the living room, they’re here!”

You walk out of the kitchen to face the family of your mother’s best friend, including her son: Oh Sion. The boy you hadn’t seen since new years, when you took a chance and kissed him and he didn't kiss back. The boy who stared back in disbelief after you pulled away which was more than enough to add to your mortification. The boy you’d made every effort to avoid all year.

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 24th december 2016, 7:54pm

“They’re so stupid, why would they use that door?”

“The point of the movie is that they’re stupid Sion.”

“Okay, but-”

Before the argument you’re having over Home Alone can go on any longer, your mother shushes both of you, “be quieter, everyone else is trying to watch the movie too.”

You lock eyes with Sion and then both of you turn back to your mother, “Now you’re just lying mom.”

“Yeah Mrs.L/N, it’s a kids movie, none of the adults here care. Not even you.”

“And Saku isn’t even old enough to know what’s going on.”

Your mother reopens her mouth as if to say something, but then seems to change her mind, smiling at the two of you and shaking her head. The two of you turn back to the movie as she turns to Sion’s mom, saying something about how no matter how much the pair of you bickered, you had a habit of standing up for yourselves together. If nine-year-old you cared to listen, you would have heard them say they hoped you two stayed this way forever.

It’s Christmas eve, you’re sitting next to a boy you would realise you loved 5 years later, and your mothers already think you are meant to be. 

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 25th december 2024, 12:02pm

Since he got here, you had avoided eye contact, excused yourself to finish making hot chocolate, excused yourself to go to the bathroom, excused yourself to set up the lunch table. Alas, there were only so many excuses you could make before being forced to sit in the living room with everyone else. By some Christmas miracle, when you got there the only open seat was the one right next to Sion.

Sion shifted to the side, making more space for you to sit, but instead you maneuvered yourself to sit on the carpeted floor right next to the Christmas tree. You manage to get through a lot of the wait time before lunch by eating candy, drinking your hot chocolate, only speaking when asked a question (usually “yes my studies are going great” or “yes, I've started looking at a few colleges”), and most importantly by looking everywhere except at him. Yet, your mother just had to shatter your nearly flawless streak of avoidance.

“Y/N, why don’t you get some hot chocolate for Sion too?”

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 25th december 2021, 1:27am

“Shhh, they’ll hear!” you whisper-yelled at him.

“I didn’t even say anything!” 

You just shook your head in response and reached over to redirect the light from the phone in his hand to the stairs in front of you, tiptoeing down, hoping the wood underfoot won’t creak. The boy next to you grabs your hand with his free one, pulling the two of you closer together than you were before. You stare at the hands and then at his face.

Sion leans to reach your ear to whisper, “I thought I heard something from upstairs.”

All you do is nod in response and continue carefully making your way down. Sion’s face stays close to yours, his hand continues to envelope your own.

You reach the entrance to the kitchen at the bottom of the stairs, turning on its lights. Sion takes his hand off yours, coughing awkwardly as he moves away and turns off his phone's flashlight. You head to the shelf in the furthest corner, getting on your toes in an attempt to reach the cookies right at the top. Sion approaches from behind leaning over you to reach the cookies easily. The gesture and the proximity make your fourteen-year-old heart flutter.

He takes a seat on the floor, placing the cookies down, just as you do the same with the cola you pulled out of the fridge. 

“I can’t imagine a Christmas without you. Or uh- you know. Without all of this,” he says quietly.

“Me neither,” you respond, just as quietly.

It’s Christmas day, you’re sitting on your kitchen floor with a boy, and you’re beginning to realise you may not just have a silly crush on him. You might just be in love. 

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 25th december 2024, 12:27pm

The kitchen has always been just out of earshot of the main living room area. The voices of both of your families fade into the background as the two of you walk in, the rapid beating of your heart becoming louder by the second and filling your ears. You start making the hot chocolate as he leans on the counter next to you, trying (and failing) to meet your eyes. 

“You’ve been avoiding me. Not just today, all year. Since new year’s.”

“I don’t really want to talk about new year’s.”

“Hm?” he hums with a questioning tone.

You stop stirring, finally meeting his eyes, “It was just- you know. A mistake. Drank a little too much. Won’t happen again.”

“We only had one beer each that night. I know your tolerance is higher than that. And I’d like it to happen again.”

There’s a pause. You process what he’s just said to you. Sion can tell by the look on your face that the cogs are turning in your head and a smirk begins to form on his face.

“Oh.” 

He nods, then after another pause you continue, “But you didn’t kiss back.”

“Because I was surprised! You’ve got to give a guy a second to figure out what’s going on before you assume the worst,” he shakes his head in mock disappointment while he smiles at your stunned expression, “I was surprised you liked me back.”

“You liked me?” “I might actually be in love with you.”

“Oh,” your voice now reduced to a whisper out of shock, “I might be in love with you too.”

Now your body turns to face him fully, just as his hand moves to your cheek. He leans down, his lips meeting yours as your hands go to his sides, grabbing his sweater. You’ve kissed people before but with Sion it’s different (especially when he kisses back). You pull apart for breath, “Ok now this is our first kiss, the new year's one doesn't count.” You laugh in response, “Deal.”

Sion engulfs you in a hug, the warm kind he’s always given you. His arms wrap around your waist as yours encircle his neck. As you hug the two of you confess how much you missed each other all year. When the hug breaks he kisses you again and you can feel the smile on his lips.

All of a sudden your attention is brought back to your previous task, realising the hot chocolate must be getting cold. Sion watches you with adoration in his eyes as you turn back to the counter to finish stirring. The adoration has always been there, you’re just beginning to notice it.

It’s christmas day, you’re standing in your kitchen with the boy you love, and you finally know he loves you just the same. You’re excited for new years day, and every christmas after, because each one will be spent with him.

It was always the same, you weren’t one to enjoy change, but this was one of those things that you wished would stop. The vacant seat beside you was about to be assigned to one of your lucky classmates, and if this year was any different than the last you would be sitting beside anyone except him.

The odds were in your favor, statistically you should be safe, but you had gone through this process of hoping and praying only to get disappointed since middle school. You didn’t even want to bother listening to the name the teacher was about to call out, you knew it would be the same.

“Sato Takuma, S12.”

As if everyone had been anticipating it, mummers erupted around the room. You watched him make his way over to you, taking his seat without acknowledging you.

It had become a universal issue, though your reasons differed no one wanted to see the both of you seated together in the future.

Takuma was somewhat the face of the school, just by mentioning the school’s name to any other high schooler in town Takuma’s name would eventually be brought up. Even if you wanted to stay ignorant to his charm, you couldn’t get away with it.

You on the other hand, were just a “lucky” girl, that’s how people knew you, the lucky girl that spends her days beside Takuma. Anything else wasn’t as interesting to the general public.

Despite being this lucky, your relationship with your dear desk mate never crossed the polite greetings stage, and there were no chances of that changing.

There had always been a distance between the two of you that you couldn’t get across, you never found much interest in the popular faces at school, and he only payed attention to those who were interested in him. It was a lucky game for you both to end up so close, yet so far.

Naturally your interest grew, it was hard not to glance over at him between breaks, he just stood out. Your interest towards him however, was different than your peers who just enjoyed being around a pretty face. Something about him felt strange, his quiet demeanor, his calculated gaze, it all felt intentional like he was trying to distract others from something else.

The absurdity of the thought always made you push it deep into your mind, brushing it off as your usual overthinking. Another year beside him meant another year of ignoring that feeling.

The only break you had away from him was PE, there were fortunately no desk-mates during PE, so despite your low endurance you tried your best to enjoy the class. Unfortunately luck was not on your side on your first day of class, and enjoying volleyball came at the cost of a ball flying straight towards your face.

You managed to stumble a few steps backwards without falling but the aching sensation in your nose was enough to make you give up on academics as a whole. The small crowd that formed around you only made the situation worse, the loud murmurs echoing in your ears as you held on to your burning nose.

“Are you okay?” You could barely make out the sound of his voice as you looked around the crowd trying to find the source of the sound. All the faces around you only made you feel trapped, you tried walking away but you could barely coordinate your feet.

A hand wrapped around your wrist and you were suddenly pulled out of the crowd, you tried to search his face, but your vision had completely blurred.

“You should be more careful y/n.” It was the same voice you had heard in the crowd, you could hear him clearly now. It was a familiar voice, but the words made you doubt yourself.

As you walked beside him, you couldn’t help noticing how careful he was as he guided you through the halls, every once in a while he would glance at you with a slight frown in his eyebrows before quickening his pace slightly.

The door was open once you got there, and the windows as well, letting in a soft late summer breeze. As you walked inside you felt his hand loosen its grip, and your wrist fell back to your side like none of it had happened.

A loud sigh brought your attention back up, glancing around the room you realized it was empty. When your eyes turned to him, you realized you hadn’t actually seen his face since he grabbed your hand in the gym, suddenly the realization hit you.

You were no different from the 100 other girls in the school, all the thoughts that ran through your mind were just entertaining your true feelings. He glowed in the sunlight, a hint of worry in his eyes as he looked at you immediately washed away as his gaze shifted to the door.

“You should rest, the nurse should be here soon.” You wanted to make sense out of this, you had spent years beside him convincing yourself he didn’t care about you, and now he’s calling you by your name. It would be easier to believe that he was just toying with you, instead of trying to convince yourself he meant anything by it.

“Thanks.” You said it with a soft smile ready to watch him walk out the door, but his eyes met yours narrowing slightly as if he was confused by your reaction.

You watched as his eyes traveled lower on your face, his lips parting as he took a step towards you. Your eyes widened and instinctively your body moved backwards, you had never seen this side of him, impatient and desperate.

His breath felt cold against your skin, you couldn’t help yourself from inching away from him, it didn’t feel like simple lust at that moment. The feeling of the cold bed railing pressed against your shin making you fall back on the bed resting on your arms as you looked up at him in surrender.

“I hate that look.” He frowned as he looked down at you, his hand reaching for your face, “I’m being careful with you, that’s not fair.”

You felt paralyzed, you couldn’t think straight watching him lean closer to your face, that was when you tasted it, the metallic flavor on your tongue. Blood. You watched him smile at your realization, a genuine smile, his head tilting to the side along with it. 

He swiped his thumb on the spot under your nose where the blood had painted your skin red, bringing the crimson liquid to his lips, relishing your authentic taste.

“Huh? That’s new?” A bright smile grew on his lips, flashing his sharp canines. You felt your heart drop, your words stuck in your throat as you tried to make sense out of what you had experienced.

“I’ve been leaving you hints though, don’t tell me you just realized?” His eyes lingered down to your neck, eyeing it for a second before meeting yours again. Your eyes shook with fear, blatantly searching the room for a way to escape him.

He let out a sigh, clicking his fingers in front of your face to bring your attention back, in that second you could clearly see the truth, his eyes’ usual brown had faded into a deep red, his skin paler than ever. Unconsciously your fingers reached up towards his face, hoping that it would all disappear and you would wake up from this absurd dream. 

He watched as your fingers came closer, waiting for the shaky breath that would escape your lips once you realized how real it was. Your fingers pressed on his skin, and worry washed across your face, wracking your brain for a logical explanation for the situation you were in. 

The cold feeling of his hands wrapping around your wrist made you weary, a part of you made you want to believe that he wasn’t going to hurt you, so you didn’t bother fighting it. Your gaze followed him as he brought your wrist to his lips, taking in the smell of your blood flowing through your veins. 

“I hope you don’t mind if I take a sip, I like your flavour the most.” His fangs trailed gently along your wrist, you wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was pounding, if he was truly the same guy you had spent all those years with, if you were going to die.

Before you could find an answer to either of those questions, the nurse room door swung open, and your hand followed, leaving his grip as he noticed the other presence in the room.