DANCE

Martin secretly wants to dance around you - he really does - but the second you're actually there, he suddenly feels like there's way more pressure.

He'll hover near you during practice, doing tiny little shoulder moves or goofy steps, testing the waters without fully committing.

Part of him thinks it'd be fun to dance with you... but the other part panics and decides he'd rather die than accidentally mess up in front of you.

So he settles for dancing near you - close enough to make you laugh, but not close enough to risk tripping over his own feet.

ELASTIC

Martin is fairly likely to shoot a rubber band at you. Especially when he is bored and wants your attention or when he is feeling particularly bold.

Like some teen boi trying to get the girls attention in one of those dramas.

FRAGILE

Martin handles sensitive things pretty normally, but he doesn't open up completely with just anyone - especially not the guys.

He tries to keep a tough, loud exterior, acting like nothing ever gets to him.

But if he ever had to be fragile with someone, it'd be you.

On the rare days he's really down and the others aren't around, you might catch him quietly wiping tears from his eyes.

And if you hugged him in that moment, he'd finally let himself fall apart - because with you, he actually feels safe.

GIFT

Martin is absolutely the type to be out somewhere and suddenly spot a tiny keychain, charm, or bracelet that reminds him of you - and buy it instantly.

He'll ride the elevator back up to the dorms smiling to himself... right until Keonho starts teasing him and Juhoon snickers in the corner.

He'll groan, shove them away, and act all embarrassed - but the second he gives it to you and sees how happy you are, he forgets all about them.

And you'd replace your expensive merch keychain with his little convenience‑store gift without hesitation, because it means more than anything money could buy.

HUG

Martin is definitely a back hugger. When you are cold, or he again if you haven't been giving him attention,

OR if you've been giving all your attention to Keonho, he will try to steal your affection back with a back hug.

ICE CREAM

You don't know it, but under your contact on Martin's phone... he literally has everything written down to remember about you. Your favorite Ice cream being one of them.

He uses the time on his lunch break while filming in LA to run to an ice cream shop and get two cones (one being mint of course) and then returning triumphant to present you the delicious cold treat. And the smile you give him - makes skipping lunch so worth it.

JINX

If you said somthing at the same time. Martin would gasp and then point at you dramatically.

"You gotta buy me a coke now!"

But when you got to the vending machine he would push you out of the way with his hip and put in his cash. Handing you your favorite soda instead, with a smile.

LISTEN

Whenever you start talking, Martin takes his headphones off completely - not just one ear, the whole thing - and turns his full attention to you.

He listens with that soft, meaningful expression he only uses when he actually cares about what someone is saying.

And he values your opinions more than he'll ever admit... especially your awful jokes, which he pretends to judge but secretly loves.

MESSY

If Martin ever had to wake up early for a meeting, he'd show up completely thrown together - hair a mess, hoodie half‑zipped - and immediately feel embarrassed about it.

He'd worry you'd never take him seriously again, mumbling an apology for "looking like a disaster."

But when you just laugh and tell him he could pull off any look, he'd blink, say a quiet "Okay... thanks," and try not to smile too hard.

And later, while he rushes to actually get ready for the day, he'd be grinning to himself the whole time.

NOSTALGIA

You're both sitting in the car, waiting to drive to an interview, when Martin suddenly scrolls through his phone and gasps.

"Oh my gosh, I remember this song!" he says, already hitting play.

You spin around in your seat. "That was literally my favorite song!"

And without even thinking, the two of you start singing it - loudly, horribly, and completely off‑key - windows shaking, harmonies illegal, vibes immaculate.

By the time the manager knocks on the window to tell you it's time to go, you're both breathless from laughing more than singing.

OBSERVE

Martin notices things about you without even trying - the tiny happy dance you do when you get your favorite food, or the little smile you can't hide when something goes right.

But he also sees the moments when you're overwhelmed, when your eyes look shiny and you're holding yourself together by a thread.

He'll go to you immediately, wrap you in a tight hug, and stay there until your breathing evens out.

And later, without making a big deal of it, he'll quietly tell the manager you've been working a lot and ask if you can take your break early - because he always pays attention.

PROTECT

If you and Martin were walking to your favorite snack shop and three guys were standing outside staring at you, whispering and laughing, he'd notice instantly.

Without saying a word, he'd reach for your hand and hold it tight, stepping closer to you as he straightened up to his full height.

Then he'd stand right next to them - tall, serious, and glaring just enough to make his point - until the guys quietly walked away.

And once they were gone, he'd look down at you like nothing happened, still holding your hand as if it belonged there.

QUIET

They were all getting ready for a special awards ceremony, fixing their suits and straightening ties while you followed behind as staff for the event.

But when you stepped out in a classy, elegant dress that suited you perfectly, Martin went completely quiet.

In the car, he had to sit next to you, hands folded, staring straight ahead like he forgot how to function.

The whole drive, he didn't say a word - until he finally glanced over and murmured, barely above a whisper, "You look nice."

And then he went silent again, ears pink, pretending he wasn't thinking about it the entire ride.

REST

Martin will push through exhaustion without complaining, working long past the point he should've stopped.

But during break, if he sees you on the lounge couch, he'll wander over and quietly flop down beside you - his head turned toward you, the rest of his body taking up the entire couch.

He falls asleep instantly, like just being near you finally lets him relax.

And you gently pat his head, watching his breathing slow, knowing he only ever rests this easily around you.

SPOON

Obviously a big spoon... or I guess a tall spoon. Paired with being a back hugger it just makes sense that he would pull you agaisnt his chest to be the big (tall) spoon he is.

But I guess if he really wanted to he would curl up and try to be a small spoon.

TUCK

If Martin ever saw you relaxing in a chair or curled up on a couch, he'd quietly slip off his jacket without saying anything.

He'd drape it over you gently, tucking it around your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And before you could look up or thank him, he'd already be sneaking away - pretending he didn't just do something incredibly sweet.

UNDO

Whenever he sees you smile or laugh really hard at something, Martin can't help but smile too - even if he tries to hide it.

He'll look away fast, pretending he's not blushing, but the pink in his cheeks always gives him away.

And when you're really focused on something - brows furrowed, lips pressed together, completely in your zone - he thinks it's the cutest thing in the world.

It quietly undoes him every single time.

VIEW

Sometimes when you walk by, Martin gets completely caught off guard - by your outfit, your hair, or the fact that he maybe... possibly... but definitely not likely thinks you're cute.

He'll stare for half a second too long before snapping out of it, looking away fast or pretending he was zoning out the whole time.

And if you catch him?

He'll act like he didn't see anything at all - even though his ears are already turning red.

WHISPER

From the back seat of the car, Martin leans forward suddenly, getting way too close just to whisper a joke in your ear.

He's grinning, waiting for you to laugh - completely unaware of how red your face is getting.

He pulls back casually, proud of himself, while you're still sitting there trying to breathe normally... and he doesn't notice a thing.

X‑RAY

Martin can always read your mind - especially when you're about to complain about something.

If you're too hot, too cold, too tired, or two seconds away from saying "ugh," he somehow senses it first.

He'll finish your sentence before you even start it, then immediately fix the problem like it's the most normal thing in the world.

Half the time you don't even get the chance to speak - he's already handing you a blanket, opening a window, or adjusting the AC with a quiet, knowing look.

YAWN

Martin yawns all the time - he's tired literally 24/7.

And he's used to the guys yawning in his face, loudly, dramatically, like they're trying to summon a demon. It's annoying.

But you?

The way you yawn is different.

You cover your mouth a little, your eyes get heavy for a second, and your whole expression softens - and he ends up staring a little too long every time.

"How is yawning even cute?!" he thinks, immediately looking away before anyone notices.

Meanwhile he's the one yawning again because you made it contagious... and because he's down bad.

ZIPPER

Martin is struggling with his zipper - pulling it up, then down, then up again - getting more frustrated every second.

He finally jumps in place with a little annoyed huff, like the zipper personally offended him.

You walk over, gently take the fabric, and fix it in one smooth motion, zipping it all the way up.

When your eyes meet afterwards, he completely freezes.

He can't even say thank you.

And you walk away just as flustered, cheeks warm, pretending that didn't feel like a whole moment.

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juhoon ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

cuteness aggression is real, and you are a survivor- except when it came to animals. you had always been an animal lover, having had many a pet yourself. then when you started dating juhoon, his pets became yours. taking care of them became a second nature and with them your relationship with your boyfriend grew stronger. with this, your cuteness aggression was at an all time high.

one day, juhoon had left you pet sitting his turtles while he was filming. after a rough 12 hour shoot, all he wanted was to go home to you waiting at the dorms, arms wide open for him. instead he came home to you baby talking to his turtles, as if waiting for them to respond with words. “how about we give you a boy for when juhoonie gets here!” you’d said excitedly. “wow i love that idea” you’d responded in a silly voice, moving the turtles tiny leg.

martin ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

“okay just stand here?” you asked, putting the headphones over your messy hair. it was late, but you didn’t care- not when your boyfriend had reserved a whole recording studio for you. having always been interested in his work, martin had brought you along some of his recording sessions, and you fell in love with the process. seeing the smile adorning your face, he quickly threw out the idea of you recording some vocals for a song he’d been working on. you gladly accepted the offer.

“yeah right there, that’s perfect.” he says, adjusting the levels on the monitor. “you’re perfect” you chirp, playful as always. he laughs, shaking his head at your character- although you knew he was blushing. after some quick adjustments, you started recording the vocals. it was all new to you, but it was fun- and martin made sure to compliment and help you throughout the night. unbeknownst to you, every time you snag he fell in love, really fell. he was on cloud 9.

seonghyeon ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

thrift stores make the best cheap dates, and for seonghyeon they’re ideal. there’s something special about entering a space and finding treasure amongst the crowd. sometimes he feels like that’s how you found him, but he would never admit that. besides the mystery and treasure hunt behind thrifting, he enjoys giving his opinion on different pieces you pull- though he swears anything looks good on you.

that is until you come out the dressing room, with the ugliest outfit known to man. you couldn’t contain your laughter, which made seonghyeon laugh as well. then you went back in, and came out with a fedora. starting your cat walk, you made your way towards your boyfriend. he was laughing and teasing you, but on the inside he was falling deeper in love.

keonho ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

one thing that made keonho gravitate towards you was your willingness to try new things. he’s an adventurer, and he needed a partner for his crazy side quests. one of his many adventures includes skateboarding, and of course he wanted to take up this new hobby with you. this meant you both spent countless hours outdoors, while he tried to show you the basics.

“you’re not even listening to me, are you?” he says, smiling as if you were some helpless little lamb, aloof and in need of a shepherd.

“i am.” you lie, softer than the low hum of the fridge amidst the booming speakers. “you’re cute.” he smirks this, his obliviousness of much comfort to you. then again, the only person aware of the walls imperfection is the painter, and the owner of the home.

across the room, somewhere between the flashing lights and the drunken, ever changing silhouettes, is the person you are listening for. the one presence that settles somewhere deep in your chest whether you want it to or not.

james.

your older brothers best friend.

you don’t look. you can’t look. instead, you focus on the boy in front of you, fingers already three inches up your black top. you let yourself lean in a little, let your fingers linger like you’re trying to convince your own body of something.

he gave you an easy smile, an easy distraction— an almost connection. and somewhere between a beer and a cheesy pick up line, you found yourself thinking; this could be enough.

history doesn’t plague this interaction, this simple fun that doesn’t have to be hidden— that can exist in the real without consequences.

this could make you forget the way your heart flutters every time he walks into your home. the way he points out the bumps and cracks in the paint, without the urge to take the bristles and cover them up again. it’s better this way— better not to notice him, or not to linger, not to want.

his hands are warmer now, or maybe it’s his desires bleeding through his skin. his lips travel down your neck, your arms finding their way into his tangled mane. but even as the lights flicker, changing your paint layers as the music swells—

you can’t seem to get rid of that plain white wall, and its owner. james can see it too, the way the purple lights color your skin, the way your hands get stuck in the guys hair— the way your eyes stayed wide and devoid of life as they flicker up, meeting his.

your breath hitches, a faint “relax” travels through the air, wet kisses moving up, a light bite adorning your earlobe— you wince.

the lights turn gold, and you feel as though you’ve been secured in a bubble. the music halts, although it truly booms as bright as ever, just not enough to reach you inside your soundproof chamber.

you look for something to pull you out of the darkness that surrounds you. a window, a door, a rabbit hole. but james is just… there. unmoving in a room that won’t stop moving.

his gaze drops— just briefly— to the hand that’s rushing to wrap gently around your neck. the boy next to you, unlatched from your side, leans down to kiss you, and you almost miss it. his lashes and bangs cover your view, but your right eye, just inches away, catches the light enough to put together the last image of the boy across the room.

something in his expression changed. not loud or dramatic, but different nonetheless.

it sends an arrow through your chest, and you wonder; did cupids bows always sting?

the guy in front of you keeps existing in a version of the night that suddenly feels far away from you. because you’re not here anymore.

you’re there. in that look.

he murmurs a response to your sudden freeze up, thinking you’re just another girl lost in the moment. but you’re not lost. in fact, you’ve never felt more found.

“i”— you start, hands coming up to keep the boy at bay. “i have to get some air.” you say, messily making your way out. he’s disappointed, you think, though you don’t stay long enough to see it take form.

you stumble through the crowd, bodies pressing against you like the enemy closing in on its prey. you cross straight out the back door, and you swear you can feel the heat of his stare against the fabric on your back.

your steps carry you to the edge of the pool, feelings being reflected back at you through blue waves and beach floats. the tears don’t spill out, and you think they’re being evaporated alongside the water at your feet, although the sun had long hidden behind the trees. the moon cut through the sky, pulling your gaze upwards into it— something the sun never allowed.

for the first time tonight, you let yourself close your eyes. the wind picks up your hair, dragging and looping it along in gentle patterns. at some point, maybe two minutes later, or two hours— it was hard to tell; the patterns started speaking in the form of footsteps.

their pattern was irregular, some fast, others slow and hesitant— as if they were keeping the distance enough to turn around if you commanded them. you wouldn’t turn him away, and he knew, yet here he was being polite. he was giving you the choice of letting him in, or waiting until you’ve finished another layer of paint.

you look towards the empty beer cans to the side, crushed and bent out of shape. you wonder what led them there, and who had broken them. would someone pick them up once more?

“you always let people that close, or was i just lucky enough to witness it?”

he seats himself next to you, an empty spot among many empty spots, one that felt like it was being saved just for him. he’s close enough for you to feel his presence, yet far enough that you can’t feel him.

you fix your gaze down to the water, and for a split second you think about taking all your clothes off and jumping into the deep end. “you always watch people that closely?” you ask, body stiff against the wind, not from cold, but from the heat radiating off him. you can’t physically feel it, but it’s plagued your mind, somehow.

silence. not comfortable, or dangerous, but intimate— vulnerable even. “just you.” it’s almost a whisper, but the sound travels through the silence like the music behind you, spilling though the windows.

this sudden confession wasn’t asking for an answer, no explanation; there was no need for acknowledgement. still, you turned towards him. you gave him something he was searching for, something he hadn’t lost or been oblivious to— just something to confirm his own observation.

“i wasn’t looking for anything, i just— it was just a small moment. didn’t mean anything.” your voice trailed off at the end. you didn’t confess to him, although at this point in your life there’s no need to. but your words held weight, you just hoped he was willing to carry it.

he smiles, not a loud gesture, not a paint roller— but a small, detailed brush. bristles built for reassuring, for getting in the small crevices behind a bed, or dresser. “i know.” he states, and you really believe him. and you feel calm, and understood, until you realize this is all too much. this push and pull of little to no words laced with meaning. stares reaching inside the soul, slowly but surely pecking away from the inside out.

you could feel his energy on you now, and you wondered if he got closer somehow? your hands rested next to each other, fingertips sending shockwaves through the ground, into your arms, until reaching your hearts and jumpstarting them.

“you looked off, like you were there physically but mentally just, checked out.”

“yeah.” you said, mirroring his description as you got lost in your thoughts, sinking deeper and deeper into this feeling.

“you’re not the type to get pulled though, you know? maybe he was just a bad kisser, right?” he chuckles. “poor guy.”— “james.”

he pauses as your name rolls off the tongue like honey, like a bee carrying pollen across the field. natural and powerful, though his thoughts are cut short by your expression— your tone.

you sighed your emotions out, because for the first time in your life, you’re going to question him. “what are you doing here?” you ask, eyes searching for an answer years in the making. of course, it’s not that easy with him.

“well, you walked out of there pretty fast so i came—“

“no, what are you doing here? with me.”

he shifts in his spot, and you imagine a beads of sweat dripping down his face, the moonlight reflecting his inner thoughts through them.

he shrugs, giving you a half-smile, light and teasing. “since when do you interrogate me?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow. he tries to flip it on you, avoiding the real question.

but this time— you don’t let him.

“don’t do that. not right now. not like before.”

he gets quieter, his posture straightens, and the teasing drops like a cannonball. “i just didn’t like seeing you like that.” he states; but it’s still not the truth. so you push, until your words give out, until he walks away— which he never does. and that’s the kicker; he never walks away, but he never gets closer.

“i don’t know what you want from me. i know i’ve been pulling away for years now, but it’s safe, you know? because the truth is—“

“y/n wait, i don’t think you should be saying this right now—“

“no let me just say this, please.”

he pauses, weighing the consequences, and then nods, accepting his fate. this was bound to happen, he know so.

“you’ve always— you’re always there, james. just.. not enough. not close enough. and now this, all of this, the one time i let myself move on from you— you don’t get to act like it matters now.”

something clicks for him in that moment, something hard and heaving hanging from his heart. you hadn’t noticed his gaze had shifted towards the same water you found comfort in until he snapped his head towards you.

“you think it doesn’t matter? you and that guy-“ he cuts himself off, afraid of what might come out. he’s restrained, tense, but for a brief moment you saw some release. still, it’s not enough.

you call it out, feeling the energy in his outburst fueling yours. “this isn’t about him, it’s never about him or anyone. never.”

something snaps, not loud, not noticeable— but you notice. you always do. he leans closer, voice low, eyes dark. his arm brushes yours, and it sends heat waves through your body, the sensation crawling up and through your veins. it’s addicting, and you yearn for more.

“i keep trying to stay where i’m supposed to… but you keep ending up where i can’t ignore you.”

every word brings him closer, until you’re merely inches apart. you’re like opposite magnets, poles pushing each other away in a sort of dance. you don’t clash, but you don’t touch— and it’s excruciating just as much as it is exciting.

his eyes grow darker by the second, glowing just enough for you to notice. you take this as an invitation, leaning in just enough to feel his now irregular breathing mesh with yours. the night is cold, and you’ve never felt hotter.

your hand comes up almost instinctively, cupping his cheek. his flesh is warm against your naturally cool skin, and you imagine a light rosy color painting his cheeks and the tip of his ears.

“then don’t ignore me.”

he scans your face as best as he could at this distance. his eyes travel from yours, to your nose, then lips— he pauses. then, he asks for your permission, not with words, but you heard him.

his arms rest beside you, palms firmly gripping the ground beneath you. he leans in, your lips centimeters apart, in that in between space he left just in case he lost control.

then, you filled the space with something fragile yet inevitable.

he doesn’t rush, fingers brushing against you once— twice— as if asking for permission to let himself sink into the moment. he only touches one spot, but you feel it everywhere.

it’s controlled, a touch of lips that lingers just enough to make you ache for something deeper. he pulls back, forehead against yours, breath uneven and heavy.

“tell me to stop.” he whispers, but his voice betrays him. he doesn’t want you to.

and you don’t.

this time, when he kisses you again, it’s slow— if not slower than before, but it’s surer. the kiss deepens, not urgently, but intentionally. he takes his time exploring you, the way you melt into him, the sound you make as he presses just a little closer.

your fingers find his hair, not to control, but to confirm the reality of it all. you kiss him back with equal care, equal hunger, equal tenderness. the way his thumb brushes against your cheek, how his breath synced with yours— the slight smile you both wore.

it’s almost unbearable how gentle it all is.

when you finally pull apart, it’s not abrupt. its reluctant, afraid to end the moment— afraid of how much you enjoyed it.

but this time, you knew it would happen again, and again. and that was liberating.

his eyes stayed close for a moment, his forehead still resting against yours like it was used to it. he’s memorizing the feeling before it can slip away.

when he finally looks at you, there’s something new. something deeper than wanting, or longing to be with you. instead, he was choosing to be with you. you were choosing each other.

because no matter how many layers you chose to cover yourself with;

the color still bleeds through.

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juhoon— basketball court

similar to james, juhoon proved difficult to get close to. once you were though, he switched into a clingy, but also chill puppy. he would often drag you along with him to the basketball court near his dorm, and this day was no exception. you were both messing around, running up and down the court and being cocky— although you possessed no skills. then he goes, “if i make this shot, you have to say yes to being my girlfriend.” and of course he did not miss, and of course you said yes.

seonghyeon— nice meal out

it was an ordinary day, with your friend— seonghyeon. you were sitting across from each other in a booth at your favorite sushi restaurant, which he introduced you to. it was usual for him to invite you out to eat, and he would always pay, but that was it. you were just friends, who maybe wanted more. he wouldn’t beat around the bush when it came down to popping the question, although his nerves were through the roof. he simply recited a rehearsed confession, followed by a shy, “so, would you maybe want to be my girlfriend.” you passed him his favorite salmon roll and said yes.

keonho— over text

look, keonho was young and dumb— albeit sweet and genuine. he’s been crushing on you for months now, and he’s smart enough to know you feel the same. but he’s nervous, shy, even the thought of asking you to be his had his palms sweaty and knees shaky. so he texted you, out of nowhere. a quick, “hey y/n i’ve liked you for a while and i think maybe you feel the same. how about we take this to the next level?” and the he regretted it, until you came to his rescue and accepted his proposal.

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