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Yonghoon:

He had stumbled into your room late, obviously too tired to think properly and too tired to barely even speak. Younghoon had been working extra hard lately, coming home even later and you were worried. “You’re home so late.” You mumbled sleepily, sitting up in bed and rubbing your eyes. He looked absolutely exhausted, bags under his eyes and sunken shoulders. 

“I know, I’m so tired.” He grumbled, dropping his jacket and things to the floor before crawling into bed. Younghoon nestled into your arms and turned around, his back to you. He never was like this, normally always preferring to hold you rather than you him. Something was going on with him, but you knew he was too tired to explain now. So you simply hugged him tighter, your other hand carding your fingers through his hair as you felt him slowly drift off. 

“Thanks for not asking a lot of questions.” 

Kanghyun/Hyunggu: 

Hyunggu had been tossing and turning all night, staring at the ceiling. He even attempted reading in the hopes it would help him fall asleep but it all wasn’t helping. He was entirely envious of you sleeping away right next to him, so much so he just had to wake you up.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” You asked, a little bit of distress in your voice about being woken up. “I can’t.” He laughed, stroking your face gently as a silent apology. You blinked at him, eyes adjusting and seeing his tired expression. “Can you maybe... hold me?” His voice was soft but you could tell there was a sense of need in his voice. He turned around, his back pressing into your chest. Hyunggu suddenly felt warmer, more comfortable as he felt your arms around him. 

“That’s already so much better.” 

Harin:

There were days that Harin practiced so hard that it felt like his arms were going to fall off. That he practice with so much emotion it was difficult to even put his backpack on. This was one of those days. Harin had trudged home to find you waiting for him and he couldn’t help but melt into your arms. “I can’t even take my clothes off to get ready for bed.” He grumbled, exhaustion clear in his voice. 

You stroked his face before helping him, stripping him of his shirt and jeans, helping him into comfy clothes before opening your arms for him. Harin couldn’t help but melt into you, the feeling of your chest against his back being a total comfort after a long day. Not to mention the gentle brushing of your fingers through his hair. In this moment Harin fully understood why you normally enjoyed being little spoon so much. 

“I’m so gratefull to have you.” 

Dongmyeong: 

He was incredibly fidgety, all night. It was driving you nuts while you tried watching a movie before bed. Dongmyeong was normally quite calm, actually he was the one to get onto you if you moved around too much so it was odd. Smacking his arm lightly as he fidgeted, Dongmyeong looked at you with an offended expression. 

“You keep moving.” You commented with a laugh at his face. You received a huff in response and a look as he moved again. “What’s wrong?” You asked, wrapping your arms around him tightly to keep him still and simply to show affection. “I can’t get comfortable.” He admitted, though the feeling of you holding him was already making him feel better. “Just, spoon me please.” He asked hesitantly and you smiled. “Of course.” You told him and he sighed, snuggling into your chest. 

“See if you would have asked earlier this could have been resolved earlier.”

Cya/Giwook: 

He was stressed, anyone from a mile away could tell. Which meant you, from sitting not 2 feet away could most definitely tell. The music just wasn’t working out that day and it was effecting Giwook’s whole mood. You adjusted yourself on the little couch and cleared you throat. 

“Take a break, you know forcing it won’t help.” You said softly, watching his shoulders drop in defeat from behind. He turned in his chair and looked at you with a pout. “Can you just hold me? For a little bit.” He asked and you felt your own expression soften. You opened your arms for him and allowed him to snuggle into your chest. “You know you don’t even have to ask.” You said softly in his ear as you stroked his hair from behind.