#dohoon fluff

"Why did you show up here without even asking first? You're gonna embarrass me in front of these sponsors. Why do you always think I want to see you at work? It's so unprofessional!"

It was a perfect combination of stress and tiredness snowballing into an overreaction. If Dohoon had been thinking straight, he should have melted on the spot at your gesture. Showing up at his ad shoot with a homemade lunch and a cute little sticky note to wish him luck. You weren't planning to stay long. You wouldn't even be in the way. You know how stressed he's been lately and just wanted to ease it the best way you know how. You didn't think it would end up backfiring on you.

"Fine. If that's how you feel, you should have let me know earlier. I'll leave before I embarrass you more. Have a good lunch. I'm sure it'll be better than what I made anyway."

You let the water drip down the side of your cheek as you stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror and replay the argument again in your head. Dohoon came home an hour ago and you've been hiding yourself in the bathroom ever since. The lunch you had taken to him sits abandoned in the fridge, still in its box. The heart-shaped sticky note lays crumpled in the trash can.

Your tear stains are still visible, as are the faint red rims around your eyes. Knowing Dohoon, he will probably notice if you gave him the opportunity. Washing your face had done nothing much to conceal what the past hours have been spent doing.

You don’t like fighting with him. Most of your anger has drained away leaving only a sparse and broken sadness. You are calmer now, but not yet ready to forgive him. He will need to ask for that from you.

You’ve fought with him before and you know how he gets. So stubborn and unmoving until he sees your tears, notices that his words aren’t just something you’ll shrug off like his friends. They mean a lot more to you. You take everything a lot harder.

Dohoon isn’t in bed when you come out of the bathroom. You wonder if he’s decided to sleep on the couch tonight. Or, perhaps he’s still annoyed with you and avoiding contact. You decide you won’t waste your time worrying about him and tell yourself that you don’t care where he sleeps or what he’s thinking.

It’s a lie. Of course it is.

As you lay in bed, your only thought is him.

Dohoon, Dohoon, Dohoon.

Is he tired? Exhausted from the shoot? Did he eat lunch? Is he still mad at you? If he sleeps on the couch, will he be uncomfortable? How long has he felt like this—annoyed and embarrassed that you’re his girlfriend? Does he want to break up with you?

You don’t want to break up with him, and the thought of it starts to panic you. To your dismay, tears start to prick again. Dohoon is the best thing in your life. Even with the fight today, he’s still everything to you, and you want him; stubbornness included.

The bed dips, and you realize Dohoon must have come in without you realizing. He must think you are already asleep, as your back faces the bedroom door and you’ve been completely still, consumed by your thoughts.

You quiet your breath and bite your lip to keep your tears at bay. He'll hear you if you don't. He'll see you crying, and then he'll feel horrible. And as much as you were angry at him earlier, you'll feel worse if you see him guilty.

You know he's looking at you. Somehow, without even turning, you can feel his gaze on you. And it's heavy, like he wants to say something but is hesitating. Your lip trembles and suddenly it's too hard to hold it in. Your tears burst through, and before you can stop it, a quiet sob escapes you.

Dohoon sits up, eyes wide, throat tight. He was sure you were asleep. He was relieved when he walked into the bedroom and saw you already under the covers. He didn't guess that you were still awake all this time, and doing your best to not cry. You have always hated crying in front of others.

"Y/n?"

It comes out strained and soft, the words still clinging to a fraction of hesitance. But they fight their way out, and your name on his lips breaks through your raging thoughts. You press your face into your pillow and try to steady your breathing. You can't stop your tears from sheer willpower, but you still try to.

When Dohoon's hand touches your shoulder, the tension in your muscles is dispelled.

"Y/n, let me hold you. Can I? Please?"

Your brain barely processes what he's saying, but your body seems to understand without it. You shift just slightly closer to him, enough to invite more. Soon enough he's pulling you against his chest and holding you tightly. You're wrapped up completely in his arms, tears swallowed into his hoodie, and the scent of his cologne clinging to your senses. It's almost surprising how much better you feel just by being in his arms.

"Did you mean what you said earlier? You're embarrassed by me?" you ask quietly. You feel Dohoon suck in a sharp breath, and his hand gently stroke your back.

"I shouldn't have said it. I'm sorry. I regretted it immediately. Of course I'm not embarrassed of you. I'm only embarrassed of what I said earlier."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was coming. I should have asked first."

Dohoon shakes his head and presses his lips to your forehead.

"You shouldn't have to apologize for it. How lucky am I to have my girlfriend surprise me with lunch at work? I'm stupid to have acted that way. I was just stressed."

"You made me feel horrible."

Your voice is still choked up, but most of your tears are dried. Dohoon cups your cheeks, his thumbs swiping over the salty tracks your tears left on your face. His eyes are glassy and regretful.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I love you." He kisses you between apologies, his lips softer than you've felt in a long time. "I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm sorry."

It doesn't take long for you to melt into his touch, and soon you're kissing him back just as desperately. The ache in your chest calms to a hush as Dohoon dotes on you, pressing kisses to any inch of skin he can reach.

"You know," you mumble with a laugh. Dohoon still holds your face close to his, forehead pressed against yours. "I couldn't stop worrying about you earlier. Even though I was angry at you, even when I thought you might…"

"Might what? What did you think?"

"That you might want to break up with me," you say finally. Dohoon's eyebrows furrow. You can tell he's beating himself up inside for even letting you think like this. You smile at him. "I know it's stupid. I know you don't want to break up. It was just… I was spiralling."

Dohoon seems to relax, but his eyes still search your face for any sign of discomfort. He only pulls away once he's sure you're feeling better. The exhaustion from the day and comfort of being in Dohoon's arms again hits you all at once, and sleep comes quickly for you.

Dohoon stays awake for a while. He soaks in the sight of you sleeping soundly in his arms and promises himself he won't ever let something like today happen again. He'll never make you feel like that again, never let you doubt him or his love for you. He hopes that sleep will wash away the guilt that still stirs in the pit of his stomach. Even though you've already forgiven him, he still wants to make it up to you. It's the least he can do.

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Shinyuㅤ ❛❛    ──── ㅤShin Junghwan !

Days off were rare.

More rare than Shinyu would like to admit.

There was always something: practices, meetings, recordings, schedules full of things to do.

But not today.

Today, by some perfect alignment of the stars, the group had the day off, and they were making the best possible use of it: doing absolutely nothing.

Just the seven of you, spread out in the living room, enjoying a quiet moment while deciding what to have for breakfast.

He was leaning back on one end of the couch, his phone in hand, flipping through the menu with the others. He was barely paying attention to the discussion of what to order. It was a din of mingled voices and banter thrown into the air. You were at the other end, lounging against the armrest, with a sleepy expression that made him smile without realizing it. The dim light of the room highlighted the contours of your face, and Shinyu found his gaze straying to you more times than necessary.

It wasn't unusual. It happened to him all the time.

The conversation flowed smoothly, until Jihoon asked you to help Shinyu confirm the final order.

Shinyu barely registered the request.

His attention was on you, on the way you gently sat up to reach over and take his phone. It was a simple, everyday movement even, but for him it was enough. As if his body acted before his mind, in a single, fluid motion he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him effortlessly, sinking you against his chest naturally.

The contact was warm. Your body fit over his as if you had always belonged there. There was no resistance on your part, only a small initial startle before you gradually settled against him. Shinyu felt an almost instinctive satisfaction run through his body as you rested your head on his chest, letting yourself fall completely on top of him.

Yes. That was better.

He loved this. He loved you.

-Mmm… it's good like this, isn't it? -you murmured, still checking the phone.

-Mhmm… -Shinyu barely answered, his voice distracted, too focused on you to pay attention to anything else.

You confirmed the order, and the others, satisfied, scattered around the room, each minding their own business while waiting for the food. But Shinyu had not the slightest intention of moving. Not when he had you like this, perfectly wedged against him.

He could feel the rhythm of your breathing becoming slower, more relaxed. The heat of your body against his was addictive.

With a relaxed motion, he reached out to take control when Dohoon challenged him to a game of Mario Kart. Perfect. He could play without thinking too much. He moved just enough to grab the controller, but not enough to alter the position you were in. If anything, his grip on your waist became tighter, making sure you didn't move too much. Kyungmin and Jihoon joined in right away, but even as the competition began and laughter filled the room, his mind wasn't quite on the game.

Sure, his reflexes were still good, his fingers pressed the buttons as nimbly as ever, but a large part of him was distracted.

How could he not be?

He had you lying completely on top of him, breathing softly against his chest, not complaining about his grip or the way he was holding you close. Without realizing it, his hand moved, his fingers tracing small circles on the fabric of your shirt. He wasn't sure if he was doing it to reassure you or himself. Maybe both.

And then you did.

Without warning, you moved just a little, seeking more comfort, fitting better against him. It was a small gesture, almost imperceptible, but Shinyu felt it as a direct blow to the heart. A shiver ran down his back as you made yourself even smaller in his embrace, as if you were exactly where you wanted to be.

Oh.

Oh.

Shinyu barely blinked, barely reacted. His character on the screen crashed into a wall and Dohoon let out a victorious laugh, but he didn't even flinch. He just looked down, watching you with a tenderness he had no right to display so openly. His attention was on the way his own heart began to beat a little faster.

It couldn't have been more obvious. He was completely lost for you.

He let out a slow sigh, one that was lost amidst the sound of the game and the voices in the room, but which inside him echoed like a silent surrender. Because deep down, there was no point in fooling himself anymore.

It was ridiculous how much he liked this. How much he liked you.

The game went on, the others laughed and complained about unfair plays, but to him, it was all background noise. He didn't need to say it out loud, but if it were up to Shinyu, the whole world could stop in that instant, and he wouldn't mind at all.

He just needed this moment. Just the simple fact of feeling you so close was enough.

Dohoonㅤ ❛❛    ──── ㅤKim Dohoon !

Mornings always had a different rhythm for Dohoon.

They were slow, sleepy, with the warmth of the sheets still clinging to his skin and the feeling of drowsiness weighing down his eyelids. Not because he was tired-though sometimes he was-but because in the mornings he wanted you close. Closer than was reasonable, closer than others would surely consider normal. And today, with a whole day off until evening, there was no reason to hold back.

He opened his eyes heavily and, before he even thought of getting out of bed, he noticed your absence. You were gone. He frowned, still drowsy, and without even thinking too much about it, he stood up. He didn't need to ask anyone where you were; his instinct led him straight to the kitchen.

And there you were.

Standing in front of the counter, opening the bags with the coffees and drinks the manager had ordered for everyone. The morning light filtered through the window, illuminating you in an almost unreal way. To Dohoon, who was not yet fully awake, the image was too pretty, too perfect.

Without much thought, he approached you silently, shuffling his feet with the laziness of someone not yet fully awake. And then, as soon as he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around your waist and dropped down against you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

God, it felt so good.

Your warmth, your smell, the way you fit perfectly against him as if you were a magnet he always ended up sticking to… Everything about you was addictive to him. He closed his eyes, gently inhaling the scent of your skin mixed with that of coffee, and smiled against your neck when he felt you wouldn't pull away. You didn't make the slightest effort to break free from his grip, you just went about your business, as if you were used to him clinging to you like a koala bear every morning.

And you were.

Gently, without opening his eyes, he rubbed his nose against your skin, taking deep breaths.

There was no way he could start the day without this.

He opened his eyes when he saw your hand move, bringing your latte to your lips. He watched intently, not moving an inch from his place on your neck, as you calmly took a sip. And then, without a word, you brought the straw close to his mouth in a gesture so natural that it made his heart beat faster.

Without hesitation, he caught the straw between his lips and took a sip straight from your drink, his eyes narrowing in pleasure at the sweet, warm taste of the latte. But more than the coffee itself, what he really enjoyed was the gesture itself.

The fact that you shared with him without thinking about it.

There was something intimate in the way you shared these little things. In how they didn't need words, in how you just knew what he wanted, in how he could be glued to you without seeming to make you uncomfortable.

God. How lucky he was.

He drank some more before releasing the straw and sinking back against you, this time squeezing you a little tighter, enveloping you with his body as if he wanted to become part of you.

Your soft laughter vibrated against his chest and, without warning, you caressed his face, your fingers sliding gently down his cheek, along his jaw, a light but loving touch. Dohoon closed his eyes at the sensation, letting himself be pampered, letting you do whatever you wanted with him, because he was already completely yours.

If it were up to him, he could stay like this all day.

But then, his stomach decided to betray him.

Dohoon pouted a little, stirring against you before muttering in a low, sleepy voice:

-I'm hungry…

You just smiled, amused, and barely moved to go get your phone, surely to order food for everyone. But Dohoon had no intention of letting go.

Like a koala clinging to his favorite tree, he stayed glued to you, following you wherever you went, his arms still around your waist, his body still against yours as you tried to open the ordering app.

It was ridiculous how easy it was for him to stay that way, entangled with you even when you were on the move.

-What do you want to eat? -You asked, looking at the screen of your phone.

Dohoon rested his chin on your shoulder, watching the screen lazily. But actually, he wasn't looking at the menu.

He was just looking at you.

Stunned, completely absorbed in the way your brow furrowed just barely as you chose the food, in the way your mouth curved subtly as you read the choices. You knew him well enough to know exactly what to ask him without him having to say anything, but you still asked, because you cared about his opinion.

And that, that was what finished disarming him completely.

He snuggled closer against you, closing his eyes for a moment and letting his weight rest against your body without fear that you would push him away. Because he knew you wouldn't. Because, like him, you enjoyed this too.

If the rest of the day was going to be like this, glued to you, feeling your warmth, sharing every little moment of the morning, then for Dohoon, this was already the best day off of all.

Youngjaeㅤ ❛❛    ──── ㅤChoi Youngjae !

The day had ended earlier than expected, but Youngjae was in no hurry to leave.

Not when he could seize a moment like this.

Not when you were there, so close, so… perfect for him.

The practice room was still illuminated in the soft afternoon light, and Jihoon, as always, had energy to spare to keep dancing, moving with enviable ease as he improvised steps in front of the mirror, and Youngjae… well, Youngjae was just tired. He watched out of the corner of his eye, amused by his dongsaeng's witticisms, but his mind was elsewhere.

Or, rather, on someone else.

You were there, leaning against the mirror, relaxed, not paying much attention to anything but Jihoon. Youngjae watched you silently for a few seconds, noticing the way your expression softened when you were deep in thought, how your lips curved into a smile when Jihoon did something silly. It was nothing serious, just fun. But Youngjae wasn't particularly interested in that right now.

The only thing he was interested in was you.

He didn't know how or why, but whenever you were around, he needed to find an excuse to be attached to you somehow.

And Youngjae, he wanted you close.

He didn't have a clear reason; he simply wanted you close.

Without a word, he came over and lay down on top of you, resting his head carefully on your lap.

The relief was immediate.

And, as if you were perfectly in sync with him, you lifted your arms a little to give him space, allowing him to settle in better. Youngjae wrapped his arms around your waist leisurely, breathing deeply against the fabric of your clothes, letting your warmth envelop him. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the contact, the feeling of being close to you without needing to say anything.

Youngjae sighed softly, as he listened to Jihoon's laughter, so lively and full of energy. He could hear the jokes and the silly things he was doing; And he couldn't help but smile at the scene.

But even as he did so, his mind was still on you.

It wasn't more than a few seconds before he felt your hands move, instinctively moving down to his hair. And there it was, that gesture he so adored. The brush of your fingers through her locks, the light pressure of your nails against her scalp, the slow, steady rhythm that made every muscle in her body relax little by little.

Yes. Just like that.

It was almost ridiculous how much he enjoyed this. The way your fingers ran through his hair as naturally as you breathed, in how your nails gently grazed his scalp, sending little shivers of pleasure down his back. Each caress was like a silent confirmation that he had every right in the world to be here, glued to you, claiming your attention without needing to ask for it.

He opened his eyes just a little, just enough to see you laughing at some nonsense of Jihoon's; moving in an exaggerated way just to make you smile, and Youngjae felt a pang of tenderness in his chest to see you like that.

God, he adored your laugh.

He couldn't see you completely from his position, but he could feel your laughter in the subtle vibration of your body against him. But he didn't have the energy to join in the antics at that moment. Not when he was so comfortable, not when your fingers kept sliding through his hair with a gentleness that made him sink deeper and deeper into the sensation of being with you.

He didn't need you to do anything else.

He wasn't thinking about anything else, just that.

About how it felt when he held you close, when he felt your body so close to his. All he could think about was the warmth of your body under his head, the softness of your fingers sliding through his hair, how each caress felt like a gesture of affection that he didn't ask for, but needed.

It was that feeling, that simple, genuine attention, that had him completely spellbound.

And, for an instant, he thought that maybe, if he could, he would stay that way forever.

He didn't want to move.

He didn't want that moment to end.

And best of all, you weren't even making him uncomfortable about it. You liked it. It was like a kind of silent language that only the two of you shared: you taking care of him without thinking about it, him soaking up the comfort of your company.

And he enjoyed every second of it.

But, of course, something told him that eventually he would have to get up, that Jihoon would stop his madness and the rest of the group would return to the dormitories. For now, though, as you gently caressed him, as his mind completely melted away in that warmth that only you provided, everything seemed perfect just the way it was.

It is perfect.

Hanjinㅤ ❛❛    ──── ㅤHan Zhen !

The dorm was quiet, an unusual tranquility after days filled with practices and tight schedules. Everyone was scattered around the apartment, each doing their own thing, taking advantage of the rare free time. Hanjin, however, only had his attention on one thing - or, rather, one person.

You.

You were sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall, with his Korean book open between you.

Technically, he was studying.

Technically, you were helping him.

But in reality, Hanjin was just enjoying the perfect excuse to have you around.

At first, everything had been normal. You were correcting his pronunciation, patiently explaining grammatical structures, and he was nodding, making the effort to repeat them correctly. But honestly, he was having a hard time. Not because he didn't want to learn, but because his attention was elsewhere.

On you.

In the way you spoke patiently, explaining every detail with that sweetness that disarmed him. In how your voice sounded so natural when you explained to him in Mandarin so that he would understand better the meaning of the words, so comfortable, so you. In the closeness between you, in the warmth of your body next to his, in how easy it was to be with you like that.

As the lesson progressed, Hanjin felt more and more… comfortable.

Almost too comfortable.

Everything about you had him completely caught up.

At some point in the lesson - without even thinking too much about it - he reached out and pulled you to his side, drawing you in as easily as he breathed.

You said nothing. You just let yourself go, settling against him without complaint or question. As if this kind of contact was something as natural as the air between you.

Hanjin liked that.

He felt comfortable with you.

He liked how easy it was to touch you, how easy it was to envelop you with his presence without you pushing him away. He rested his head against your shoulder at one point, feeling the warmth of your skin, the rhythm of your breathing, the simple fact of having you there.

Your warmth, your familiar scent… It was so easy. It was so easy that he almost forgot they were still studying.

And then, he felt your hand move.

Your fingers gently ran through his hair, a brief touch but enough to make him feel that you were there, acknowledging his presence, responding to his need for contact without him having to ask for it.

Such a simple gesture.

But as your hand ran through his hair, Hanjin seemed to have no intention of letting go. On the contrary, he pulled you to him more tightly, pressing you even tighter against his side. A shiver ran down his back, he liked it too much when you did that.

But then, you broke the balance of the moment with a few words.

-我去拿点吃的，我们休息一下吧 - (I'm going to go get a snack, let's get some rest).

No.

Before you could even move, his body reacted on its own. His arms around your waist tightened subtly, drawing you back effortlessly. He needed no words, only the weight of his grip, refusing to let go, as if letting you go was simply an unacceptable option.

You looked down at him with amusement. Hanjin noticed it. He noticed it in the way your lips curved just barely, in the mischievous light in your eyes, as if you were waiting for him to say something else.

And he did.

-不要，待在这儿 - (No, stay here.)

His voice was low, almost a whisper against your skin. The way he said those words, his tone soft but firm, made your heart beat a little faster.

And you… you couldn't resist.

He smiled without another word, enjoying the way you settled back in next to him.

He wasn't one to ask for things with grandiose words. He wasn't usually pushy about what he wanted. But with you, everything was different. With you, he had the luxury of being a little more selfish, of wanting more than he normally allowed himself.

And Hanjin knew what he wanted, and it was simple: he wanted to stay that way, glued to you.

-好吧 - (It's okay.)

You whispered with a smile, surrendering easily to his grip.

He didn't have to say much for you to understand.

Because, in the end, you wanted to stay that way too.

Jihoonㅤ ❛❛    ──── ㅤHan Jihoon !

After weeks of work without a break, the arrival of this rare day off had given Jihoon a much-needed respite.

He emerged from the bathroom with his hair still damp, feeling the warmth of the shower still clinging to his skin. The hot water had relaxed his muscles, but it had also left him with a drowsiness he could barely conceal. His eyelids drooped slightly as he toweled his hair dry, but as soon as he looked up and saw you in his bed, all the heaviness seemed to fade for a moment.

You were lying there, laughing at something Dohoon had said from the other bed. Your voice, your laughter, the mere sight of you there made Jihoon feel a tug in his chest.

The scene was so domestic, so quiet… That his mind had only one clear thought….

He wanted to be there with you.

He didn't think about it too much. In fact, he didn't think at all.

With lazy steps, he crossed the room and, without warning, dropped his full weight on you. Not gently, not with any warning, just with the full weight of his body, as if you were a pillow made exclusively for him.

The air left your lungs in a surprised gasp, followed by a burst of laughter as you tried, unsuccessfully, to protest between guffaws, but that only made him smile against the fabric of your clothes.

It didn't bother you at all, and he knew it.

-Jihoon -you said, your voice cracking -You're too heavy, get off! -you finished with a chuckle, patting him gently on the back. But he didn't move.

Not immediately, at least.

He just got more comfortable.

-No -he murmured in a sleepy voice, letting his arm wrap lazily around your waist, making sure you weren't going to slip away.

Dohoon, from his bed, chuckled as well, surely enjoying the scene, but Jihoon was already too comfortable to pay attention to you. His attention was completely on you, on how your breathing was still agitated by the laughter, on how your body was slowly relaxing under his. He could feel the steady beat of your heart under his cheek, a rhythmic, comforting sound that made his own eyelids feel heavier, plus the way that, despite your playful complaints, you made no real effort to push him away.

Jihoon sighed against your skin, completely content with the position he was in.

And just as you knew would happen, you ended up surrendering with a sigh and, without thinking too much about it, started playing with his damp hair.

If he wasn't so tired, he probably would have smiled self-satisfiedly. But instead, he just closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh, completely surrendered to the gesture.

God.

It was his weakness.

He didn't need words, he didn't need anything else. Just your hand in his hair, the gentle rhythm of your caresses and the sound of your voice returning to the conversation with Dohoon as if you didn't have a whole human being lying on top of you.

He enjoyed this very much.

But he couldn't fall asleep.

He forced himself to open his eyes, though his sight was a blur of shadows and warm lights in the room. He didn't want to surrender to sleep so quickly. Not when he could stretch this moment out a little longer.

He heard your voice conversing with Dohoon, though the words became a distant echo, a soft melody that cradled him unwillingly. He felt your laughter vibrate against his chest, your breathing slow as you continued to play with his hair.

He blinked slowly, clinging to the feel of your touch, the sound of your voice, the way your body molded to his.

But it was useless.

As exhaustion overtook him more, his breathing grew heavier, slower. Every caress on his hair dragged him deeper into drowsiness, every brush of your fingers made his body feel heavier, more relaxed. He wanted to protest, to tell you to stop, that if you kept this up he was going to fall asleep on you, but all that came out of his mouth was an incoherent mumble.

And then, without being able to help it, his eyelids gave way.

His breathing slowed, his body completely surrendered against yours. In the last moment before he fell asleep, he felt the brush of your lips on his forehead - soft, fleeting, like a whisper that carried away any attempt at struggle.

He lost.

But if falling asleep meant being like this, glued to you, with your warmth enveloping him and your fingers in his hair… then maybe losing wasn't so bad after all.

Kyungminㅤ ❛❛    ──── ㅤLee Kyungmin !

Kyungmin couldn't sleep.

The rented house was completely silent. Well, not complete silence-the sound of his hyungs' leisurely breathing, mixed with the occasional murmur of Jihoon moving in his sleep, reminded him that he was trapped in a confined space with three other people.

And that was the problem.

Dohoon, Hanjin, and Jihoon, in their infinite trust, had decided that it didn't matter that the bed was clearly for one or two people at most -they would sleep there anyway.

And they had done so without any respect for the concept of “personal space.”

There was no space. Not a shred of it.

He stirred for the umpteenth time between the bodies of Jihoon, Dohoon, and Hanjin, trapped in a ridiculously small space in the bed they shared. It had been fun at first, pushing and shoving, teasing and laughing until they were all completely exhausted. But now, with Dohoon glued to the other end of the bed, Jihoon completely unconscious, one arm draped over his stomach and Hanjin wedged next to him, Kyungmin could only think of how uncomfortable the situation was.

Four people on a single mattress had never been a good idea.

And he definitely wasn't going to survive the night like this.

With slow, careful movements, he managed to slip out of the tangle of bodies without waking them. His feet touched the cold floor, and he felt a shiver run down his back as he finally stretched.

He needed air.

Space.

Something.

He ran a hand through his hair, tousling it even more than it already was, and without much thought, he left the room, dodging the creaking of the wood beneath his feet.

His steps were silent as he walked down the dimly lit hallway, his eyes still half closed from sleep as he made his way to the one room he knew he could get a good night's rest in.

Your room. Your room was the biggest room in the house, the prize for winning the chaotic game of deciding rooms.

And besides, it had become a habit. Every night, after everyone had retired, he used to come into your room, cuddle with you for a while, and then go to his. It was his little ritual. One that had started unintentionally and eventually became a sort of silent habit between you.

He hesitated a moment before knocking, but the sound was soft, almost shy. In the silence of the early morning, it felt louder than expected.

A small silence and then your sleepy voice from within:

-Come in…

Kyungmin opened the door cautiously and peeked out, finding you sitting up in bed, rubbing your eyes with one hand. Despite how sleepy you were, a smile appeared on your face as soon as you saw him. He felt your chest tighten warmly.

Without a word, he looked at you with deer eyes, silently hoping you would understand his motive.

And, as always, you did.

He didn't even have to explain.

Without saying anything, you made a small gesture with your hand, inviting him to come closer, and he didn't think twice about it.

He closed the door behind him and crossed the room with silent steps before slipping under the sheets beside you. The mattress was big, roomy, but as soon as he got into bed, he glued himself to you without thinking. His face hid in the hollow of your neck, his arms relaxed around you, and as soon as he felt the warmth of your skin and the leisurely rhythm of your breathing, his body loosened completely.

This.

This was what he had been looking for.

One arm of his fell lazily around your waist, and when he felt your chin rest gently on his head, he knew there was no turning back.

It was too comfortable.

Your hand slid down to his hair, stroking it in slow, gentle movements, and he instantly closed his eyes, enjoying every second of that gesture. He bit his lip to keep from smiling too much. There was no way his hyungs wouldn't tease him in the morning when they found him here, but honestly… he didn't care.

They would surely provoke him and make him blush with their teasing, but he didn't mind at all.

If the price of sleeping comfy and warm with you was putting up with their teasing… then so be it.

“ i was joking ynie ~ i’ll take whatever you say , afterall — you are my stylist . you know what looks good on me and what doesn’t . “ dohoon smiled as i lightly dabbed the blush onto his cheeks — our eyes making short contact before i looked away , shifting my gaze to the brush i was holding .

“ could we use lip tint ? instead of gloss or matte ? “ dohoon asked and i immediately agreed , “ it does look better with the tint …! how about .. this colour ? “ i pulled out a mauve shade and he nodded almost instantly , it’s rare to find times like these where we both agree this quick on a product .

i transferred some of the tint onto an applicator and slowly swiped it against his lips , the gap between us was less than ten centimetres away . i couldn’t help but shift my gaze to his eyes from time to time just to see if he was watching me — and he indeed was .

i brushed off the weird feeling . you can’t be feeling this way , it’s weird , no no no … i quickly took the setting spray on the table and sprayed it further away from his face as he closed his eyes , “ and that’s it ! i’ll call you back later to do your hair so just rest in the mean time first . “

the moment he left , i dropped myself onto the couch . what a tiring day — even tho we just started . i was just about to doze off when the door was pushed open , “ ynie ! they said fifteen minutes !! “ dohoon rushed in and plopped down beside me .

“ fifteen … give me three minutes … “ i mumbled as i closed my eyes once more . i heard dohoon giggle before pushing the loose strands of my hair behind my ears , “ cmon yn , i’ll bring you out for dinner if you do my hair ~ “

i felt my cheeks heat up . to brush off the feeling , i opened my eyes wide only to see him up close , his eyes turning into smiles while he smiled sweetly at me , “ finally ! i was about to stare at you until you woke up ! “

i rolled my eyes playfully , the room and the seats were all filled up . i quickly checked the other rooms but they were all full … i sighed before taking in a deep breath , “ ddoi , all the rooms and seats are occupied … sorry … “

his hand landed on my shoulder , “ hey it’s not your fault , don’t apologise . here …! i’ll do this and you can start ! “ he opened his legs into an almost split . i giggled at his quick thinking , “ do you think you could go lower … “ i asked as he shook his head , “ nu uh , missy … this is the lowest i can go . “

“ you’re too tall !! “ i whined as i tried my best to tip toe . “ you’re too short , yn ! “ he teased me back as i slapped his arm playfully .

oh i could never be tired of this . his whining , his teasing , hos complaints . and most importantly , his smile .

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you stretched your arms out so that they would block his sight while pretending to shoot the targets directly in front of him.

“ahhh!! yn!!” he wailed.

you just continued laughing, keeping your arms in place.

he swiveled his head left and right in avail but each time you would mirror your shooter gun in the same direction.

to avoid this, he decided to gently push you down into the corner of the moving car, but ended up underestimating how much strength he actually had in him.

you fell into the wall of the car—not a hard fall luckily—with your face only inches away from junghwans.

he wore a frazzled look on his face, dark brown eyes trailing to your now flushed cheeks and down to your parted lips.

there was no pause of hesitation, no sense of contemplation, as junghwan leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against yours.

it only lasted a short while though, with the car abruptly taking a fast turn to the left and pulling the two of you apart.

you sat there, now lowering your shooter gun and looking at junghwan shocked. you couldn’t hold in your laughter, however, as you started giggling, admiring your boyfriend’s also surprised face and missing the touch of his soft lips on yours.

he grinned with you before cupping your face and leaning in for another. but you realize this is a fake out soon after, junghwan quickly turning his head towards the screen again, a teasing smirk now present on his face.

you scoffed at this playful action of his, focusing back onto the game as well; determined to achieve more points and get payback on your all too competitive boyfriend.

DOHOON ~570 wc

i’m a bit puzzled on how dohoon would be on amusement parks for some reason like my brain is just not working in favor for him rn but here’s what i’m thinking.. dohoon would be the kind of boyfriend who would want to get matching headbands or hats or just smth like that!! and take photos together in it. as for roller coasters i think he wouldn’t really mind them and might even have some he really wants to go on. i think he would mostly go with the flow though tbh. he’d take part in planning your day out if u want but would prefer just playing it by ear in a way? honestly i’m not fully sure lmk ur thoughts.

the two of you entered the park, excited to get your day started. the classic amusement park scent hit you, sweet tooth-rotting cotton candy, buttery overly salty popcorn, and the fresh hot churros all filling your sense of smell.

the first and most important stop—according to dohoon—was the shop at the very front of the park. the one with all of the different hats, headbands, keychains, anything you could basically ask for!

he dragged you towards the store, a big grin on his face.

you entered the shop, passing the candies and bubble wands, and arrived straight at the hats aisle.

and that’s when you found them. the perfect pair of matching beanies.

beanies? yes, beanies.

you knew your boyfriend was more of a beanie person than the baseball cap type. meaning when you saw two striped beanies with a combination of your respective favorite colors, you knew it was meant to be.

he bought them with no hesitation, pulling it over your head with a cheeky smile on his face.

“perfect,” dohoon chuckles.

you two make sure to take a gazillion photos in them—it was only right! (dohoon especially remembers to mark every single moment of the day.)

and at the end of the day, you and him settle in a booth at one of the retro style cafes in the downtown looking part of the park. your adrenaline highs both coming down at this point.

he sits across from you, on the opposite side of the table. he stretches his arms out, opening his palms to take your hands in his.

you accept, entangling your hands in his and resting your elbows on the table.

“i love doing these things with you, you know that?” he says, squeezing your hands slightly.

you raise an eyebrow. “doing what things?”

he laughs, looking out the window of the cafe. “having fun dates like this, silly.” he tilts his head as if he’s thinking deep thoughts. “actually, i take that back.”

you frown, “what?”

he turns back to stare at you, grinning now. “i like doing anything with you. it doesn’t have to be something big and exciting, like this.”

you roll your eyes at his sudden change up. “okay lover boy,” you tease. his words linger your mind. you hum, “you’re right. but, that doesn’t mean these bigger dates aren’t nice as well.”

he nods in agreement. “i just think that anything would be fun, as long as we’re together.”

your face flushes, “that’s true hoon.”

the night ends calmly as you and dohoon watch the fireworks show and leave the park hand in hand, matching beanies keeping your heads warm in the breezy winds.

YOUNGJAE ~590 wc

omg i think youngjae would be so romantic at an amusement park but also be very fun!! like during the daytime he’s all excited and what not but at night he gets a lot calmer and ends up just wanting to chill out for the rest of the day. i also think he would be a roller coaster person because of those pictures he posted on weverse of him on a couple roller coasters so i think he definitely enjoys them!! on top of all of this i literally can’t get the idea out of my head of watching fireworks with him in his arms after a long day of roller coasters :(( like that makes me all 🤭

you and youngjae found a bench lining the sidewalk and sat on it, waiting for the firework show to begin.

you held a sugary churro in your hand that the two of you planned to share, ending the night off with a perfect sweet treat.

both you and youngjae’s legs were killing you guys at this point—the thousands of steps taken surely not for the weak—so when you sat on the bench, a wave of relief and calmness flowed through you. you could tell youngjae felt the same, pulling you close to by the waist and tilting his head down slightly to meet yours.

he observed your face as you took a bite out of the long churro. he did this a lot—observing you, that is. he loved watching you through all little actions or movements of yours, actually, you didn’t have to be doing anything at all and youngjae still loved watching you. it brought a sense of endearment to him, a feeling of warmth.

you met his gaze, motioning the churro towards him to take a bite.

he took a good bite out of it, some of the sugar lingering on his bottom lip. you swiped your thumb against it to wipe it off, youngjae quick to react to the touch as he lowered his head to you.

a voice rings through the speakers surrounding the park.

“the firework show will now began.”

you and youngjae turn to look at the starless sky, hearts beating in anticipation.

then, it starts.

three fireworks shoot up into the night, lighting up with a loud bang. bright colors of red, orange, and yellow radiate the dark blue sky. you turn your head to youngjae. and, quite literally, you’re speechless.

he is beautiful.

the fireworks reflect in his dark eyes, his hair appearing as soft as can be, bangs scattered around his forehead and partly covering his eyes.

you don’t know how long you stare at him like that, but it sure is for awhile.

youngjae’s eyes meet yours and he smiles, the ends of his eyes crinkle a bit.

“hm?” he hums curiously, pulling you even closer to him.

you smile. “nothing,” you say almost breathlessly, “i think you’re just really pretty.”

he giggles, and you can feel his chest move up and down as he does.

he looks at you for a moment, pondering on what to say almost. he whispers, “thank you for today. i wouldn’t wanted to spend this day with anyone else.”

you feel as if the loud fireworks are resonating through you, but that could also just be your heartbeat increasing rapidly.

“i wouldn’t want to either” you don’t have to think long before saying your next words. “i love you jae.”

he presses a tired kiss on your forehead. “i love you too yn.”

HANJIN ~390 wc

hanjin would be soo fun to be at an amusement park with!!! i could totally see him wanting to get matching headbands and taking one million photos with them lololol. also since he’s such a photography lover i could see him getting really excited after finding a photobooth and quickly rushing you to it happily!! he’d adore the photobooth strip so much too, like he would definitely have it in his phone case or hang it up on his wall. to add, he’s also such a cutie i just know roller coasters would be fun with him. i think he would love the exhilaration of it all but also be a teensy bit scared. i love this sweet boy lawdd

after a long and tiring day at the park, you and hanjin headed towards the exit; warm hands intertwined cozily.

it was a pleasant and peaceful moment as the two of you stayed close together in the crowd of people—who were also trying to leave the park—until you heard hanjin exclaim in.. shock? excitement?

he quickly dashed out of the swarm of people, pulling you along with him. (not forgetting to say sweet ‘excuse me’s’ to the people you passed through, of course.)

you were dragged along in a daze of confusion until you realized why he’d done it. there was a bright, glowing photobooth that stood out in the gloomy and dark night.

the two of you stopped in front of it and hanjin turns to you with a wide smile on his face, eyes reflecting the shine of the booth.

“can we take some photos?? please yn?” he stresses his plead.

“why would i say no?” you giggle while ruffling the front of his bangs. “let’s go hannie!”

his hand still in yours, he pulls you into the compact photobooth and discusses the poses he wants to do (this was a very serious matter to him), paying and doing the set up on the screen at the same time.

you just nod at his words and observed the way he looked in the moment. he was happy, so very happy.

the two of you took the photos and rushed to exit the booth afterwards in pure excitement to see how they came out. and with no surprise, they came out perfectly.

he giggled at the sight of the photo strip. “i love it,” he turned to you, looking happier than ever. he continued, “and i love you even more.”

JIHOON ~450 wc

oh boy, oh boy, this silly guy would be so fun to be at an amusement park with. i personally think he would be a roller coaster person but idk for sure. but!! i see it as him being one to drag you from ride to ride because he has so much he wants to do and he’s so excited to go on them with you especially. he would make not even a second of this day dull!! like his energy would be thru the roof all day long and then maybe, just maybe, in line on the last ride you two have decided to go on, he might rest his head on your shoulder and start to get tired. just maybe though. (also i think he would be the one to wear the bag all day. lowk all the members would do that tho.)

jihoon collected your shared bag full with your things after getting off of the ride and the two of you quickly rush out.

he takes your hand in his. “that one next, right?” he gestures to the roller coaster across from you.

“sure, let’s go!” you beam, and the two of you begin walking towards it, a sense of pep evident in your step.

—— later !

jihoon and you have been on rides back to back, screaming your hearts out in joy and posing for the pictures (the poses so far have been peace signs, kissy faces, and deadpans; a few extra miscellaneous ones added into the mix as well).

the sun has fully set, leaving a beautiful dark blue painting the sky and a chilly breeze covering the park.

you and jihoon approached your final, last ride of the night—basically gone through all of the possible attractions you guys could. you walked through the railings and caught up with the line.

all day jihoon had shown no sign of exhaustion, until now, that was.

he hooked his arm into yours and laid his head on your shoulder. you admired his features, your tender gaze hovering over him.

“you tired?”

he’s quick to shake his head.

“no, just need to recharge.” he hums, “you’re like, my charging station, you know? i’m the phone and you’re like… a charger. a charger specially for me—only me.”

you snort at his metaphor. “somehow.. i understand what you’re saying.”

he looks up at you, smiling warmly.

“of course you do, my charging station.”

you meet his eyes, mirroring the same smile as him. “pfft okay then, my iphone.”

the two of you end off the day, holding hands on that last roller coaster and getting ice cream before leaving the park. on the way home, you and jihoon reminisce your exhausting, but fully worth it day.

KYUNGMIN ~430 wc

stop kyungmin would also be so fun to be at an amusement park with. these type of interactive dates would be so fun with him!! okay so i think kyungmin would say he isn’t scared of the roller coasters and on the way there he’d be like “nahh i’ll be fine those are lightwork.” but when you two actually get there and are about to go on the ride he’s actually scared. like very scared. but it’s okay cause you’re there so he’s not terrified at all! (truly though, it’s his pride that won’t let him back down.) ughhh i love kyungmin

you and kyungmin enter the park full of enthusiasm and energy. without thinking much about it, you bolt together to one of the closest rides, trying to make use of the current short wait times.

there’s basically no line as you enter the loading area and are directed to a row of the coaster. oh wow! it also just so happens that the two of you are directed to the very front row. what a fun coincidence?

you were beaming with happiness at this point—the anticipation killing you—but to your scaredy cat boyfriend, something else was killing him.

a sense of fear.

kyungmin took your arm into his hold. “yn um.. is this ride one of the more.. tame ones?”

you stared at him a bit confused. “no kyung, it isn’t really.. why?” you had assumed this whole time that he was a huge roller coaster person just as you were since he’d been reciprocating your excitement all this time. now that you think about it.. he never said he loved them.

he chuckles, but it comes out in a quite nervous tone. “nothing! it’s just..” his eyes wander around, as if searching for a reason. “i was just wondering since i wanted to, um, go on one of the more extreme ones first!”

he cursed himself internally for letting his pride get to him and not being able to confess the truth.

you gave him a doubtful look and opened your mouth to respond—but got interrupted as the gate to the coaster opened. you gave kyungmin a reassuring smile and guided him through the gate and into the seats. his palms a bit sweaty.

the ride goes by in a flash and you hold kyungmin’s hand the entire time (aka his hand was strongly gripping yours the whole time).

after, the two of you exit the roller coaster.

“so.. what’d you think?” you asked him.

he was in a daze, almost. he starts, “that..”

you hold your breath.

he beams, a lopsided smile plastered on his face, “that was amazing!”

But now that you were on a first date with one of your closest friends, you had no luxury within the comfort of cliches. He knew everything about you, your excruciating lore—Hell, he’d been there for half of it. He knew your favorite Fanta flavor, and the last book that made you sob on your floor at ungodly hours. You didn’t have to wonder if he liked you. You didn’t even have to wonder if he thought that niche habit you had was weird, or if he’d text you back the next day.

He was always there; In the breeze through your hair, the coldest parts of your pillow, the perfect shade of blue. Anything. He was there, and sometimes you used to plead, asking if that was a mock or a luxury you took for granted. 

However, you did wonder when he started to see you in a different way, when his eyes fixed on you. You wondered where the lines began to blot and blur like watercolor paintings in a stagnant museum. You even almost asked where he found the beauty, stopping yourself promptly from opening a can of worms you weren’t sure you were prepared to clean up. 

There had to be a first for everything though, and dating your friend definitely was—especially someone as perfect as Dohoon, your kind and gentle BBF. Boy-best-friend, obviously.

And you were a good best friend too, always telling him to never settle, introducing him to up-to-par people—people who you deemed worthy of taking away his time from you. You were the one who kept it strictly casual all those years, friendzoning your own heart. 

But, through stolen glances you couldn’t say the same reigned true anymore. Nonetheless, self-sabotage was still your biggest weakness, and greatest enemy.

“Is this weird?” Dohoon’s voice softly snapped you from your reverie. 

Your eyebrows creased. “No,” you stated simply. “Just…unexpected.” 

He leaned back on his palms, head aimed towards the sky, dusk settling onto it. “Why’s that?”

It was a breathtaking mixture of pink and orange and white hues, clouds fluffy like the cotton candy that you and Dohoon would eat at Lotte World once a year on your birthday. 

You relished in the warmth of the setting sun, a shiver running through your body. “Just because…” you trailed off, taking in the lustrous green of mid August. This was one of your favorite parks, and Dohoon knew that; That’s exactly why he suggested taking you here, seeing the glow in your eyes as the words left his lips. “I guess I never expected it to be me.” 

Through your peripherals you saw his features contort in confusion. “Why wouldn’t it be you, yn?” your cheeks undoubtedly heated at his words, fighting the urge to shy away from the sheer innocence. “It’s always been you, and I'd be lucky to be loved by you.”

There was a soft sound that you exhaled in response, no words because you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything other than words are worthless right now, mimicking his lean as you sat next to him. You tried to distract from the fact that your nervous system was all nervous and no system; Insides twisting, heart beating quickly, skin feeling too hot for the temperature outside. You’d never seen him casted under such an intense glow—a beautiful light—literally and metaphorically.

Truthfully, you’d never felt this way about anyone. You’d known Dohoon for the better part of your adolescence, and he’d always been your closest confidant. Of course, as if you were clasped in a teen-romances tightest grip, you developed a very, very (obviously, very) small crush on him. In your defense, how could you not? First of all, you weren’t blind, and even if you were, you think you’d fall just as hard. Nonetheless, you swallowed that as quickly as it had risen, ultimately deciding that being friends was better than something that could potentially end complicated. 

You couldn’t blame yourself for not wanting to lose him.  

You wondered if he weighed the odds, and if the feelings he possessed were strong enough to cast away the doubts of it not working. The same ones that plagued you and deterred you for all this time. Was he willing to take the risk of his heart beating for you until it stopped? And, did he know yours beat the same rhythm? 

Maybe it was when he started to work out, changing from the awkward boy you’d met in middle school to the well-defined abs and arms. Or maybe it was when he smiled with his eyes for the first time, opening up to the idea of people being around him. Or perhaps it was the fact that he’d remember little details about you, and so casually throwing them into conversation like it was always in the back of his mind, ones even you would forget sometimes. 

Or it was everything combined, or none at all, that solidified the feelings that made a home within you. You always knew it deep down, that all your past flings resembled him in one way or another. He was someone you kept close, someone you couldn’t escape…not that you’d ever want to. 

“Yn?” he asked breathily, basking in the final moments before the sun had fully set. “Can I ask you something?” 

And, if the question of which was prettier—the man at your side or the sunset in front of you—were to arise, you had no fear that the answer rolling off your tongue would be simple: Dohoon, with his soft hands, gentle personality, and contagious happiness. Every time. 

But, you bit back the metaphors for love clawing up your throat. “Sure,” 

“Why’d you do it? Introduce me to every single girl you made friends with?” 

Your blush deepened. If he had asked you a couple days ago, you would’ve been sure of your answer—or, at least, you liked to think you would be—but now that he was scanning over your side-profile, awaiting an answer, you weren’t so sure. It used to be because you wanted him to have someone kind, someone who would treat him the way he deserved and reciprocate the love he’d sure as Hell give. 

You wanted him to be happily in love, off the market so…he could finally be off your damn mind. 

“I, uh, just wanted you to find someone nice. I wasn’t trying to get rid of you, I’m sorry if it seemed like that. I like hanging out with you, obviously.” 

He hummed contemplatively, clearly not satisfied with your answer. You wished you could just tell him what he wanted to hear; What you wanted to desperately spew out. 

“Can I ask you something else?” 

You fought with gulping a dry throat, humming in response because you feared nothing but hoarseness would exist instead. 

“Why would you agree to a date if that was actually the case?” your heart skipped a beat, or three, you were sure of it. “Are you that someone nice now?” 

Your eyes met, time freezing in the lingering heat of summer, though you had never felt warmer. There was no doubt the blush was melting through your foundation now, hands shaking against the brightly-patterned blanket you had brought from the backseat of your car. 

“Can I ask you something now, Dohoon?” you responded with a question of your own, ignoring his—though, he didn’t seem to mind—hummin in acceptance. Your eyes flickered like the fireflies in the air to the place you shouldn’t have dreamed about, but his lips always looked so inviting. A place you’d like to call home. “...Can I kiss you?”

Darkness had descended, the lamps following the bike path all lighting up in sync. It was cinematic at its worst and the world’s eighth wonder at best. You would have laughed at the coincidence if you weren’t so focused on the distance that was gradually closing between you—agonizingly slow. All the surrounding sounds; Crickets chirping and cicadas singing, even kids’ screeches from the nearby playground faded out, like it was only you two on the entire planet. 

The contrast between his usual timid personality and the gravity of the question took you aback. 

“Will you be mine?”  

You shook it off before your lips could touch, mumbling something along the lines of, have been for a while, against his breath, meeting halfway. 

There was a first for everything, but you were glad it was Dohoon on the other end of that tether this time.

Fireworks went off inside you, setting your heart aflame and illuminating the stars behind your eyes, pulling you out of the darkest places. If he was lucky to be loved by you then he must’ve been straight out of Plato’s Symposium.