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Post Date: 26th April 2022 

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Xiumin - *He’d probably try and help as much as he could, despite knowing how to do so in the best*

Lay - *He’d try hold back his tears when you get really emotional, and struggling with it to try and help you but he’d break, letting you know that he wishes better for you*

Kai - *He’d try and remind you that your feelings are valid and try and suggest things to you to try. He hates seeing you have a bad relationship with your mum*

Suho - *He’d sigh and stand there ready to give you a hug, knowing that you struggle a lot. He wouldn’t say anything to you after a while, just being there for you to release your emotions safetly*

Kyungsoo - *He’d try and keep his opinion about your mum to himself to save making shit worse but he would make comments that she needed to better*

Tao - *He’d get absolutely enraged by your arguements from seeing how upset you get*

Chen - *He’d try and make you laugh afterwards, making you forget aboutt he arguement you just had, he doesn’t want you to dwell on it*

Chanyeol - *He’d get 2nd hand anger from seeing you getting fustrated. He would just wait for you to come to him, but would silently offer affection to help you*

Baekhyun - *He’d sit there, looking at you, arms out each time. Knowing that you need someone to understand you in the moment*

Sehun - *He’d sit there, rolling his eyes when you explain to him what your mum said, he’d try bite his tongue but would let a few bad things slip, just because he wishes you had a better relationship with her*

Luhan - *He’d try and not get angry, he’d try and be supportive to you but he’d let his fustration out when you’re explaining about the phone call. He’d need you to remind him that you just need him to listen*

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continuation of this for anon

after that night, you left chanyeol. you can’t stay with the man that has hurt your feelings way too much, can you? but the thought of him haunts you at night. you think about him when you’re taking a bath because you remember making out under the shower. you think about him when you’re out in the park because you remember taking toben out on a walk. 

it was torture for you. it was like a game that’s never ending and you’re losing. you feel like you’re a puppet and chanyeol is holding your strings, toying with your mind. and it’s affecting your everyday life. you can’t find new people to date. everyone is just not chanyeol and you’re scared. 

so you come back to him. chanyeol tells you sorry for the nth time and attempts to prove his honesty by making love to you. it’s starting to make you get sick because it’s convincing. this is not the way to make up but it works. and you know this is not healthy. 

chanyeol wakes up with you not next to him again. he feels like a failure. did he not make you come last night? or was it something deeper? he finally cracks a smile when he saw a post it with a message from you:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

Seeing Chanyeol with his girlfriend at all times was really not Baekhyun’s idea of fun, and although the other boys had slowly started catching on to his feelings towards the Happy Virus, there was nothing they could do about it. They tried telling Chanyeol to spend less time with her, because he needed to concentrate on practicing for the upcoming comeback, but he didn’t listen to them. They tried forbidding him from bringing her to practice, but when they did,  he refused to go to the studio for a week if she wasn’t allowed to be there.

EXO were watching their own group crumbling around them, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. They were losing Chanyeol, and due to that, they were also losing Baekhyun.

Baek just wasn’t the same, the girl was wonderful, she was sweet, kind, cute, stylish, soft spoken, and giggled at everything Chanyeol said. He was exactly like Chanyeol had always said he wanted his girlfriend to be. How could he possibly compete with that?

He was being ridiculous, he kept telling himself that, Chanyeol would never love him that way. Chanyeol wasn’t even into guys he bet. He was just creating an illusion in his mind, that unfortunately was never going to become true.

Eventually, Baekhyun, tired of Chanyeol skipping practice to be with his girlfriend, asked his fellow band members to lift the prohibition. He would rather see Chanyeol, even if it broke his heart, than have him get possibly fired, just because his heart was aching. He knew how much this job meant to Chanyeol, how much he had worked for it, and he decided to just put his feelings aside.

He sat in the practice room, with the rest of the members, while they took a break, chatting with Chanyeol and his girlfriend. He wanted to hate her, he really did, but she sounded wonderful. He was growing green with envy, and he was ashamed of himself.

“Chanyeol oppa… I am thirsty…” She begged him, with those large doe eyes of hers, and a small cute pout on her lips.

“Ahhh Jiwoo, but my leg has fallen asleep… why don’t you wait a little until I can move it again?” Chanyeol asked her, smacking his leg so he could regain feeling on it. She stopped him, taking his large hands gently in hers.

“Oppa! Stop! I know, why don’t you ask Baekhyun to take me? He is your best friend, so I think we should get to know each other better.” She replied cutely, batting her eyelashes at Chanyeol, who just sighed, and stared at her like a lovesick puppy.

“Ah what do you say Baekhyun?” he asked Baekhyun, who just stood there with his mouth slightly open, completely taken aback by this. He swallowed the spit in his mouth loudly, and stood up nodding.

Xiumin looked at them with suspicion, but he didn’t say anything just yet. He wanted to see how the story would unfold.

Baekhyun led her out of the room, and towards the small vending machine down the hallway.

“I’d take you to the coffee shop, but I think I saw paps outside, so this will do for now.” Baekhyun told her, still looking down at his feet. He couldn’t bring himself to look at the face that Chanyeol kissed every day.

“Ah thank you Baekhyun oppa!” She replied cutely, as they continued walking towards the machine.

“It’s nothing.” He replied shortly, not liking the way she was calling him Oppa. Say what she may, they were NOT friends.

“No! You are really nice to me! It is kind of interesting, seeing as you are in love with my boyfriend.” She replied, her usual cute voice becoming harsh and spiteful. Baekhyun’s head snapped up, shocked at her words.

“Sorry, what?” Baekhyun stuttered, he didn’t know how to reply, he hadn’t seen this coming.

“You don’t really think I’m stupid enough not to notice right? I see the way you look at him, everyone sees the way you look at him. But just so we are clear, he is mine. He belongs to me, not you. He sleeps with me, not you. So don’t  even try anything with him, because honestly, with just one word from me, you’d be out of his life. We both know who he would pick. Maybe you should find another crush, because Channie is not into boys anyway. You have no chances.” She spat out angrily, her eyes narrowing, and her voice completely distorted.

Baekhyung was not only hurt, and humiliated, but he was also horrified. This was her true nature? Was this the girl Chanyeol was dating? Did he even know she was like this? She was just a fake. Just another fake, trying to date Chanyeol for his fame, pretending to be his ideal type.

Kattttttttt can you please do a Jungkook scenario or a Kai scenario where their gf is sick (coughing, sneezing, curling up in bed etc.) and they curl up with her to make her feel better? I'm still at home with viral bronchitis and I feel like crap :/

You coughed loudly, your chest aching with every move, making you whine and complain. You hated being sick, it really, really bothered you. Especially when it was so damn painful.

You curled up in your bed, holding a pillow, as you wiped your nose with a tissue, and rolled it up into a ball, before tossing it away. You groaned, tugging on your hair slightly out of pure frustration.

What was more upsetting was that you were supposed to have a date with your boyfriend Jongin, on a day he finally didn’t have to work on, but now you were sick, and on bed rest, and you couldn’t see him, because he could catch whatever you had and get sick himself, and as much as he wanted to take risks for you, you wouldn’t allow it.

You scrolled down your feed on tumblr, laughing at the awkward jokes, and secretly downloading fanmade pictures and gifs of your boyfriend to save on your secret folder in your phone, folder which was protected with a password, so that Jongin would never find out how much of a true fangirl you were.

You squealed at a particularly sexy picture of Jongin, fully immersed in his on stage persona, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, and a warm fuzzy feeling all over. How could he be so gorgeous? And most importantly, how did you ever get so lucky as to be able to call him yours?

Suddenly you heard the door to your apartment open, and for a second you panicked. Who the hell could it be? You weren’t expecting company, but whoever it was had a key, so it wasn’t anyone you should be scared of. You lay back down onto the bed, your back hitting the fluffy pillows. Your eyes fluttered shut, you could feel your temperature rising again with the coughs that wouldn’t stop.

“Hey jagi…” Jongin whispered as he opened the door to your room, too scared to be loud in case it woke you up or bothered you. You opened your eyes and stared at him in surprise, with a  smile on your lips, until you realized that he was in your house, when you were sick, and had completely ignored your advice, making you frown.

“Jongin, what are you doing here?” You asked him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well… I came here to see you… obviously…” He replied, looking at you like you just asked a stupid question.

“I know that! I’m asking why you are here, although I specifically asked you not to come. I am sick if you don’t remember?” you asked him, your voice a little harsh, but you wanted him to understand you were being serious when you asked him to stay away, this could potentially damage his health and/or career, and you didn’t want to be held responsible for it.

“I know you are sick. That’s why I brought you chicken.” He said, raising the bag of fried chicken in his hand with a proud smile. You had to laugh at that, which you kind of regretted, because it made you cough a little harder, but it was so worth it.

“Oh My God Jongin… You are supposed to bring me chicken SOUP, not fried chicken!” You told him with a laugh, but you motioned for him to get closer. He smiled at you sheepishly.

“I know, but I don’t like chicken soup, and I was hoping we could eat this together.” He replied with an awkward laugh, and a flash of those beautiful pearly whites of his. You loved his lips, you loved staring at them, he had such a beautiful mouth. He was beautiful.

“You are a tool, you know that? But thank you for the gesture, I really appreciate it.” You told him with a smile, as you opened the bag and checked its contents.

“It’s the thought that counts right? Now, give me your laptop, let’s find a movie to watch!” He said, grabbing your laptop from beside you, and looking through Netflix, trying to find a movie which interested him, while munching on some chicken.

“You know, you shouldn’t even be here, you’ll get sick…” You mumbled, while you popped a piece of chicken in your mouth.

“Bla bla bla, the love of my life is sick, and needs me, I can’t just stand by and let that happen.” He dismissed you with a movement of his hand, as he searched for movies. He didn’t realize what he had said, but you smiled and blushed, because it was the first time he had referred to you as that. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

“Ah… I feel dizzy.” You spoke, noticing things distorting in your sight. Jongin’s head immediately snapped back to you, his hand reaching for your forehead.

“You have a temperature. Let me go get you some water and some medicine. Stay here, don’t move.” He told you, standing up faster than it was humanly possible, and running to get you those things. You smiled, you were happy to have found someone who cared so much about you.

A few seconds later, he was back, with a full glass of water in one hand, and medicine in the other. He helped you take it, and then grabbed your body, setting you between his legs, as he sat against the headboard of your bed, with your back against his chest. He placed the laptop on your legs, and started playing Legally Blonde, just because some girl humor was sure to cheer you up.

You cuddled up into his chest, with the blankets thrown over you, and watched the movie with tired eyes.  Jongin’s arms wrapped around you, bulling the blanket tightly around your body.