martin treats you gently in ways that don't draw attention to themselves. he'd quietly move you to the inside of the sidewalk, switch drinks with you if yours didn't taste the way you expected, or pull your sleeves over your hands whenever they slipped up your wrists. by the time you notice, he's already doing something else.
whenever you stop to admire something, he never rushes you. he'd simply wait beside you, hands tucked into his pockets, listening as though your excitement is the most important part of his day.
JAMES
james believes princess treatment means making you laugh before anything else. no matter how stressful the day had been, he'd somehow find a way to pull a smile out of you, insisting that seeing you laugh was worth embarrassing himself for.
he loves taking candid photos of you not the posed ones ⎯ the moments where you're laughing halfway through a sentence or looking at something with that sparkle in your eyes.
JUHOON
juhoon rarely asks if you need help because he's already notices before you'd do. he'd quietly untangle your necklace, refill your water while you're distracted, or remember exactly where you left off whenever you forgot the story you were telling.
he has this habit of handing the nicer looking piece without thinking. the crispier fry, the prettier pastry, the slice with more toppings. only when someone points it out does he realize he's been doing it all along.
SEONGHYEON
seonghyeon has never been shy about loving you. he'd naturally reach for your hand whenever the two of you walked together, pull you into his side whenever you stood close enough, or absentmindedly play with your fingers while the two of you talked. to him affection has never been something worth holding back ⎯ it simply comes out as naturally as breathing.
he'd always find some excuses to have you close. whether it's resting his chin on your shoulder while you scroll through you phone or quietly wrapping an arm around you waist just because he can, he'd smile as if being near you is his favorite place to be.
KEONHO
keonho somehow has the ability to make you forget whatever had been bothering you. he'd drag you into the most random conversations, convince you to stop by a convenience store at midnight or challenge you to weird games until you were laughing so hard you'd forgotten why you were upset in the first place.
he'd act like the biggest kid whenever the two of you were together, yet somehow become surprisingly reliable the moment it mattered. before you even realized you needed help, he'd already be standing beside you with a quiet, "i've got it."
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( syn. ) juhoon knows how to keep a secret. his only exception? how down bad he is for his favourite niche pop star 🤨🤨
( tags ) smau ⋆ fanboy&&idol ! juhoon x girlset’s 5th mem. ! reader ⋆ featuring members of CORTIS && GIRLSET ⋆ crack ⋆ fluff ⋆ includes swearing
#🫖: it’s so easy to write martin as embarrassingly in love we must get juhoon onto this agenda too 😛 also girlset has like 3 songs so i had to help them out a bit 💀💀
It’s 3AM, and the studio smells like cold coffee and exhaustion.
Martin is slumped over his laptop with his elbows propped up under his chin, holding up his head like it weighs a ton. His body looks limp and fragile. He’s tired; you can see it in the way his body threatens to stop holding itself up.
The track he’s been working on endlessly repeats for the tenth time, a certain beat hitting a little too hard against his temples. He closes his eyes, furrows his brows into his hairline and lets a sigh out, the type of sigh that starts low in his chest, a slow build of air that slowly escapes.
He plays it again, and again.
He plays it so many times his head ends up fully in his hands, rubbing his eyes vigorously.
You approach quietly, because you know what Martin is like, if you try and confront him head on, he plasters a smile on his face and just says he’s fine.
But you know he’s not fine.
“Tini,” You say softly, wrapping your arms warmly around his shoulders from behind his chair. “You should take a break.”
He lets out a small, hollow chuckle. “I’m good, just finishing up, i’ll be 10 minutes.”
Your heart aches, like it’s being split straight down the middle with a saw. You know he’s overworking himself, but you also know he’s too stubborn to give up. You tighten your grip around him, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. He’s warm.
Martin overworks himself a lot, even if he denies it, you know that he does. He skips meals, misses out on sleep and locks himself inside until he’s satisfied with what he’s made. And even when he is satisfied, he will continue to listen to what he’s created over and over just in case.
“Martin, just let yourself relax for once.” You sigh against his ear.
You bury yourself in his scent, shaking your head against him.
That small gesture makes him pause. He spins his chair round, forcing you to let go of the grasp you have around him. But now, he’s looking directly at you. And the moment you make eye contact, you realise his condition is worse than you thought. His eyes are bloodshot, dark circles so bad you could mistake him for a vampire. You can’t help but notice his complexion too, he looks drained almost ghastly. His jaw is clenched tightly, like he’s been holding every single bit of stress in.
He exhales, but it comes out shaky.
“You know I can’t,” He says, voice low, like he’s afraid saying it out loud will make it come true. “The album, my schedule, the rest of the guys, everything and everyone is counting on me,” He weakly leans his head on your chest, grabbing you lightly by the hips. “What if I can’t be what everyone needs? What if i’m not a good leader, producer, boyfriend, not good at anything?”
How could he say that?
This was the love of your life, and he’s saying these things about himself. It made your chest twist with guilt, all you wanted to do was to lift just a single burden off of his shoulders, he didn’t deserve all this pressure. He’s too young.
You raise your hands up to his head, softly ruffling his hair between your fingertips.
“Hey,” You whisper, patting his head. “Look at me.”
And so he does, reluctantly, but he does.
“You’re not messing anything up ,Tini. You’re amazing. You are part of the reason why you have this amazing life and group. You care too much about everyone, don’t do this to yourself.”
His eyes ever so slightly begin to glaze over, a light film of tears covering his tired pupils. “That’s the problem,” He says, voice breaking. “It’s so hard having to be perfect for everyone.”
You can see him fighting the tears back, trying to swallow it back down.
“You don’t have to be perfect for anyone, especially me. Just be yourself, that’s more than I could have ever asked for in life,” You move your hands down, rubbing his shoulders. “I promise.”
He stands up weakly out of his chair, towering over you. Out of nowhere, he recklessly throws his arms around you, collapsing into you like you’re the only thing in the world that can hold him up.
“I’m scared i’ll let you down.” He mumbles against your hair.
“You won’t,” You whisper into his chest. “You’re my everything, it’s impossible for you to let me down. If anything, I’ll be the one to let you down.”
He rests his chin delicately on the apex of your head. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t ever say that.” You pull back just enough to look up at him, shooting him a hurt look. “I love you, even when you’re the sleep deprived, dramatic, 3AM Martin.”
That gets a choked out laugh out of him.
Yet through the laughter, a solemn tear rolls down his cheek; a tear that threatens to escapes.
“Oh, Tini.” You sigh.
This time, you pull him in, gripping your arms tightly around his waist. You plant your head on his chest, hearing the faint sound of his heartbeat thumping against your ear. Even his heart sounds tired.
He strokes the back of your head in careful strokes, like he’s scared of damaging you.
“I’ll be okay, i’m okay,” He sniffles. “I’ll always be okay if i’m with you.”
“Martin you know i’ll always be here, but I need you to know when to stop too. I can’t stand seeing you overwork yourself to exhaustion like this. I know you’re not alright.”
His heartbeat rises.
“I’ll do my best for us, okay?” Martin mutters.
“I’m only okay if you’re okay too,” You reply. “So don’t push yourself this hard.”
“I’m scared if I don’t, I’ll fail. I’ll fail at everything, what’s the point of being a leader if I can’t even take care of myself?”
“You’ve been given this role because you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, you take care of everyone, and that’s something not a lot of people can do. That’s why you’re so loved, your fans love you, your members love you, I love you.”
He looks up, refusing to look at the precious being he was holding as if one glance would break him completely. And for a while, his eyes stayed locked on the ceiling, blinking fast, like he could blink away the sting in his eyes before it all spilled. You could hear him breathing heavily through his nose, each inhale slow and measured yet every exhale shaky at the edges. He holds the pain in his chest.
“Do you think I have what it takes?” He asks weakly.
With all the courage he has in him, he looks down at you.
You reach up on your tiptoes, taking his head in your hands, brushing his cheek delicately. Martin leans into your touch like he’d forgotten how to breathe and you were the only source of air. A sound comes from his throat - raw and fragile, his words threatening to not come out.
“You have more than what it takes,” you reply whilst stroking his warm cheeks. “I see the way you stay up late, perfecting these songs, I see the way you take the blame when things go wrong, I see you. I see all of you.”
A delicate smile broke through despite his stress, it was shaky and crooked but it was real. A real, genuine smile from Martin.
“I love you.” He says.
“I love you too.”
Slowly, he crouches over and leaves a gentle, soft kiss on your forehead. And just through his kiss, you can tell he means every word he says. This boy loves you more than anything, and you can feel it too.
“Thank you, for seeing me.”
You promise to always see him, every single part of him.
⟡⠀⠀⠀ׅ⠀ 𝑖dol!𝑗uhoon 𝑥 𝑠hy!𝑟eader ❤︎ est. relationship 𓈒 clueless juhoon 𓈒 fluff 𓈒 hand holding 𓈒 drabble
⬞ ׄ 𓋜 𝑟eq 𝑓rom 𝑎non ℎere !
you loved juhoon so much.
he was so easy going and loving, he always made you feel like the only girl in the world.
but like every other idol, he was busy.
busy with making songs, hectic schedules, and comeback planning.
you didn’t think it’d bother you so much until he debuted and seeing him became 10 times harder.
this wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t so clingy.
not in a bad way, of course.
just loved being around him, he brought you peace.
you didn’t act on it, though.
you didn’t want to be that clingy and annoying girlfriend that their boyfriends told “horror stories” about.
although juhoon isn’t that type of guy, you were still cautious.
today was different, though.
he finally got a day off and decided to spend it all with you.
you’re currently walking around lotte mart, looking around.
he wasn’t holding your hands, he was holding your shopping bags but that wasn’t enough for you.
you needed to feel his warm hand around yours but you were too scared to tell him.
you didn’t try to reach out or even brush the back of his hand with your fingers.
you debate on telling him but he’s too focused on walking to the next store.
so instead of doing anything about it, you’re glued to his side.
“what store do you wanna go to now?” he asks after a bit of walking.
bless his heart for putting you first on his day off.
“could we go to a cafe? i’m starving,” you suggest.
you aren’t starving for food, you’re starving for his touch and attention.
he nods and starts walking in the direction of the nearest cafe which so happens to be your favorite.
once there, you both go to the counter and order your drinks.
“you can also get a pastry,” he makes a gesture with his hand as if to say ‘go ahead’.
he knows you love those slices of vanilla cake with strawberries in the middle and top.
after you’re done, he finds a table for you guys to sit at.
he places your shopping bags in the floor beside the table.
after a minute or so, he reaches for your hand across the table and holds it.
his rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.
all while looking out the window like this is normal.
it should feel normal but to you, this is so special.
you always get so happy and shy when he holds you, it doesn’t matter what way.
he looks over at you and notices you blushing.
“why are you blushing?” he asks, somehow genuinely confused.
“i love it when you hold my hand…” you whisper, avoiding his eyes.
you leans over and kisses the spot his thumb was rubbing over.
oh how he loves his adorably shy girlfriend.
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🦢 i dont really want to compromise our friendship, but i got a thing for you, yeah,, friend!juhoon x f!reader, friends that kiss, making out, clingy juhoon, juhoons tipsy, lowercase intended, profanity, fluff, neck kisses (once), 2k~
syn: your friend juhoon just cant stop kissing you. news flash! you dont want him to stop. the lines dont have to blur, right? you guys are going to stay friends, right?
listen to: lowkey by rochelle jordan
james was halfway off the couch, arguing with martin about something neither of them seemed especially invested in proving. seonghyeon had surrendered entirely to scrolling through his phone, occasionally contributing a sentence just often enough to keep james from claiming victory by default. iroha had curled herself into the corner cushion beneath a throw blanket she'd stolen from somewhere after complaining about how loud the party was, and keonho was in the kitchen, quietly rescuing another round of drinks before someone inevitably dropped one.
you sat somewhere in the middle of it, one cross legged, listening more than speaking. the conversation moved around you the way it always did with this group—overlapping, interrupting itself, picking up threads from half an hour ago without anyone needing to explain how they'd gotten there.
juhoon stepped inside carrying a plastic convenience store bag, the green glass bottles inside knocking gently against one another as he crossed the room. his cheeks were faintly pink beneath the warm apartment lights, the flush high enough to suggest someone had already convinced him to drink before he got here. not drunk. just ‘tipsy’.
he dropped the bag onto the coffee table. "i brought more."
james let out an approving noise. "finally."
a few hands immediately reached for the bottles.
juhoon didn't. instead, he looked at you. you noticed because you always did. he crossed the last few steps between you without much urgency and reached out, fingertips brushing lightly against your shoulder until you looked up from your phone. "i need your help."
you blinked. "with what?"
he tilted his head toward the hallway. "come with me?"
there wasn't anything unusual about the request. not to anyone else. martin glanced over from the opposite couch. "you need another person?"
"nah," juhoon answered easily. "we're good."
martin nodded once and reached for another bottle, already distracted again. that was all. nobody questioned it, why would they?
objectively, you and juhoon were friends. there were years of evidence supporting that conclusion. shared classes, same friend group, shared habits accumulated so gradually that no one remembered when they'd started. if one of you disappeared for ten minutes, the assumption was almost always that the other had dragged them into some entirely ordinary errand.
subjectively...subjectively was less cooperative. subjectively, friends probably didn't kiss each other often enough to develop an unspoken system for it. they probably didn't understand the difference between looking and asking. they probably didn't know exactly how long the other would hesitate before saying yes.
fortunately for both of you, those were details no one else had reason to notice.
you stood. "i'll be back."
james lifted a hand dismissing you both without looking up from whatever keonho had just said. the conversation continued itself almost immediately, filling the space you'd vacated. there were enough people there for anyone to notice your absence unless informed.
from the living room, a broad hallway stretched deeper into the first floor. the staircase waited at the very end, sweeping upward toward the second floor before disappearing around the landing. juhoon started walking without checking whether you were behind him.
you followed a pace later.
the music dulled with every step. by the time you'd reached the hallway, the party no longer felt like something you were inside. only something happening in the background.
you opened your mouth. "so...what exactly—"
his hand found your wrist. the interruption was so immediate that the rest of the sentence never made it out. his fingers curled lightly around you with the absent certainty of habit, already guiding you up the staircase before either of you seemed to register what he'd done.
you looked down.
then at him.
juhoon didn't notice.
or perhaps he did, somewhere beneath the pleasant haze of alcohol, because his pace slowed just enough for you to keep beside him without needing to tug against his grip. it wasn't until the foot of the staircase that he glanced back. his eyes dropped automatically to where his hand rested around your wrist. "oh."
there was no embarrassment in his voice. only mild surprise, as though he'd discovered himself halfway through an unconscious decision. for a second, you thought he'd let go. instead, his thumb shifted almost imperceptibly against your skin. "c'mon," he murmured.
juhoon led you further down the corridor of the first floor. pulling you into a vacant room. it looked like a guest room that hadn't been used in some time. a neatly made bed. curtains left half-open. the moonlight being the only source of light in the dark room.
the door clicked shut behind you.
you turned towards him, "you needed help?"
his arms slipped around your waist with an ease that suggested he'd forgotten to think before acting, and a second later his forehead found the crook of your neck. he let out a long and dramatic sigh, his weight settled against you. you could feel his breaths against your skin, his lashes grazing your skin every time he blinked.
your hands tangled themselves in his hair, before you realised it you were absentmindedly running your hands on his back. "what’s wrong?"
he hummed still nuzzled in your neck, the vibrations running down your neck.
"drunk?"
he giggled, "a little?"
"you dragged me upstairs because you’re a little drunk?"
he answered by shaking his head, slow enough that the movement brushed the tip of his nose against your skin before he finally pulled away. the absence of his warmth settled over you almost immediately. for the first time since he'd tugged you upstairs, there was enough space between you for you to properly look at him.
his cheeks were still faintly flushed. a few strands of dark hair had escaped beneath your fingers, falling untidily across his forehead. his eyes met yours. his eyes were blown out.
yup, he’s drunk.
he stared at you for a second, as if he was trying to memorise your face. then, without saying a word, he lifted both hands. his palms settled lightly against your cheeks. you startled not because of the touch itself, but because of the contrast. "your hands are freezing."
his thumb slowly caressed your cheek. "don’t want me near you?"
you laughed softly, "i didn’t say that."
"deal with me then." his voice was raspier than usual. he bent down slightly, one of his hands slipped away from your face disappearing into your hair instead. he gently laced his hands in your hair, making sure not to pull it. his cheek rested atop of your head.
"changed your shampoo?"
you hummed in response as your hands, left with nothing better to do, drifted almost unconsciously to the chain resting against his collarbone. your fingers rolled the small pendant back and forth, the cool metal catching between your fingertips as silence settled comfortably around the two of you.
after a while, he lifted his head from where it'd been resting against yours. the sudden absence of the weight was almost enough to make you look up. his hand remained buried in your hair, fingers still loosely threaded through the strands as though he'd forgotten they were there. with the smallest tug, he drew you a slight bit closer.
he tilted his head. his gaze found yours almost immediately. there it was again. that look. his eyes were still soft from the alcohol, heavy-lidded, carrying the kind of request he never seemed capable of putting into words. he wasn't asking out loud.
he never had to.
you held his gaze for another second before letting out the quietest sigh. "you're unbelievable." you rolled your eyes, though the corners of your mouth betrayed you almost immediately.
he smiled.
the sight of it made your own resolve crumble far faster than you cared to admit. he leaned in slowly, leaving more than enough time for you to stop him if you'd wanted to.
you didn't.
his forehead brushed yours first. then the tip of his nose. his fingers slipped a little further into your hair as he closed the last few inches between you, his lips meeting yours. his other hand met your hips as stepped closer. Your back was pressed into the hallway wall as tispy giggles escaped juhoons lips.
you pulled away slightly, “what?”
“you’re so fucking cute,” he connected his lips to yours again for a brief second before pulling back. he kissed the corner of your mouth, slowly making his way to your neck leaving a trail of kisses on your jaw.
“jju, no.” you whined, gripping his shirt.
his glossy eyes met yours as he kissed you again, hands cradling your lower back. his lips moved against yours as if he was trying to memorise you. You hum into his mouth, “what’s with you today?”
“hmm,” was the only thing leaving his mouth before his mouth brushed yours again. his thumb stroking your jaw. his hands leave your lower back making way to cup your cheeks again. your hands slowly let go off the scrunched material, pushing juhoon away. he only fought back by trying to pull you closer.
he failed.
you pull away breathing heavily. “are you trying to kill me?”
he let out a long, dramatic groan, his forehead falling briefly against your shoulder before he looked at you again. "stop pulling away."
you laughed, giving him another gentle push that he very obviously disagreed with. "juhoon."
"what?"
"i can't breathe here."
he frowned. "i don't care."
You roll your eyes at him again. "yeah, i noticed."
"i missed you." the words left him so easily that you almost forgot to respond. his brows pinched together as he looked at you, genuinely aggrieved. "you were with them the whole time."
you blinked. "juhoon."
"what about me?"
"you were buying drinks."
a pout reached his lips. "i still missed you." you stared at him for a second before letting out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. "i even hit pregame before i came inside."
your eyes narrowed. "you what?"
"had to prepare."
"for?"
"seeing you talk to guys that aren’t me." there wasn't an ounce of embarrassment in his voice. if anything, he looked entirely convinced that made perfect sense. you rolled your eyes so hard they almost hurt. "you're unbelievable."
he smiled. "that's what you said earlier."
"because it's still true."
you reached up, smoothing the front of his shirt where your hands had left it slightly wrinkled. "i'm going downstairs."
his smile disappeared. "Already?"
"yeah."
he sighed. "a few more minutes."
"juhoon."
"one."
you shook your head. "you can come down five minutes later."
his face scrunched immediately. "Five?"
"yes, five." he looked offended by the number. "if anyone asks," you continued, fixing the chain around his neck where you'd been absentmindedly fiddling with it, "some girl was throwing up. we got distracted trying to find her friends so they could take care of her."
he watched you quietly. "Okay?" another pause. "one more kiss?"
you snickered. "nope."
"please?"
"if we're gone any longer, they're going to start wondering."
"let them."
the answer came so quickly you couldn't help smiling. you reached up, brushing the hair away from his forehead one last time. "you're drunk."
"so?"
"so i'm not taking your words at face value."
his lips parted as though he wanted to argue. instead, he settled for the most exaggerated pout you'd ever seen. you cupped his face, getting on your tippy toes to peck the corner of his mouth. "five minutes." you finalised, walking away.
he mumbled something under his breath.
you turned towards him. "what was that?"
"meanie."
your laugh slipped out before you could stop it. you opened the door, glancing back just once more. he was still standing exactly where you'd left him, watching you with the expression of a child whose ice cream was stolen.
"don't come down early," you warned.
he sighed dramatically. "whatever."
you gave him one last amused smile before slipping out into the hallway. the door clicked shut. not even three seconds passed before his muffled voice came through the wood. "this is a really long five minutes."
iro's notes: writing ts was so fun. omg the whole idea of WHATEVER THIS IS has been on my mind 4 so long, all hail rochelle jordan and this fire fucking song like OKAY BARS. also ref'd blue spring ride and hair sniffinf THAT ONE TRAIN SCENE AFTER KOU STEPPED OUT FOR HER EUGHHH
SYNOPSIS: you’re asleep, but juhoon really can’t let you rest, considering he knows he’s made a mistake. kim juhoon x f!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS: little little bit of angst, comfort, a crying juhoon because i love when men cry, begging for forgiveness on his part but it’s honestly deserved
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juhoon knows he’s messed up when the lamp isn’t on as he makes his way through the doorway.
usually, the warm light spills out into the hallway when he unlocks the door to the apartment, filling his chest with a fulfilment only your presence can provide. but today, it isn’t on, and he knows it’s because you’re pissed. at him, of course, and frankly, juhoon thinks he deserves it too.
the lamp, only a few months old, was bought by you at some random thrift store, where you had claimed he needed a light to guide him back to you when coming home after late night practices.
‘a path back to my love,’ you had said.
it was romantic, in the moment, your words soft enough for him to comply, the oh-so-agreeable boyfriend. juhoon has a sneaking suspicion that you don’t think he’s quite agreeable right now, considering he’s three, no, four hours later than he said he’d be.
the clock you had picked together, the same day the lamp was brought home, ticks condescendingly at his demise, following his steps padding towards the shared bedroom.
unsurprisingly, the light is also turned off. and the door is closed, which is a telling sign for juhoon, given you always, always sleep with the door open when waiting for him.
he takes a deep breath, in and out the nose, and checks for light under the door once again with the audacity only a man in trouble can have.
and he was definitely in trouble.
when the door knob twists, he can make out your figure, sprawled out on your side, sleeping. there’s one arm flung across your eyes, and the other resting against the sheets, and as juhoon edges closer towards you, he notices.
there are tear stains, faint, running down your face, lit up only by the moonlight trickling in from the gap in the curtains. a pang of hurt hits his chest, hard, not for himself, but for you. he’s never really seen you cry about such trivial things - but then again, this isn’t something juhoon would call trivial.
your tears, as little as they may be, are a sign that he has failed at his duty, his position next to you, and the thought of failing you in any circumstance is enough for the hurt to travel straight to his eyes.
but the tears aren’t for him to cry tonight, and juhoon needs you to know that he knows that.
a finger brushes over your cheek as he lowers himself to a kneel, thumb caressing the soft pink of your skin. your lashes flutter against the underside of your eye with every breath you take, steady and even.
had juhoon come home an hour ago, he would have instead followed the jagged fluctuations of your breaths as you attempt to calm yourself down from the seemingly unstoppable tears.
he drops a kiss against the exposed skin of your neck, lingering for a second longer than needed.
“hi, angel. you awake?” he murmurs against the shell of your ear, low and resonant, the way it sounds only in your presence.
when you don’t answer, juhoon tries again, lowering the arm across your face and brushing the stray hairs away from your forehead.
“i’m home, yeah? m’sorry it’s so late, i know i should’ve told you.”
another kiss, brushing over both your eyelids before you start to stir at his touch. he watches as your pupils adjust to the dim lighting in the room, watches them recognise his own, before—
oh.
you’ve turned around. juhoon stares at the expanse of your back, covered by one of his old band tees, miffed at the way you haven’t even given him a chance to explain himself.
“please, angel. let me explain?” he places soft kisses across your shoulder blades, “let me show you i’m sorry, ok?”
after a beat of uncomfortable, dry silence, words muffled by the blanket escape your mouth.
“what’s there to explain, ju? you were late and you didn’t tell me. that’s that.” it’s clear to juhoon your articulation is weakened by the last of the tears you shed earlier.
the thought of you crying burns behind his eyelids, lighting a fire that travels straight to the depths of his bones. it brings a tear of his own, finally, after suppressing them for the sake of you.
he was never good at holding his feelings in, anyways.
you’re still turned away from his kneeling figure, unknown to his efforts at fighting mind against heart. juhoon takes the space you seem to have shoved between the two of you, sitting back against his heels as another tear slips down the heat of his cheek.
the quiet seems even more unbearable than before, dragging on as he attempts to put on a front of calm. to no avail, because his own nose betrays him, letting out an almost untraceable sniffle if not for the silence in the room.
juhoon freezes, watching your legs as you shift to face him.
“ju? baby, are you crying?” you’re eye level with him now, hands tucked under the side of your face to see him properly.
under the dim light, you can see the first few tears etch their path into his skin, and the ensuing ones follow after. he’s avoiding your stare, partly because he’s embarrassed and mostly because this is supposed to be him comforting you, not the other way around (also embarrassing).
“m’so sorry, angel. it’s not my place to cry, and i know, but i just can’t help it, i know i was late, but i saw you sleeping and there were tears, and i just—”
he’s shuffled closer, knees touching the wood of the bed frame, hands brushing against your lips, your nose, your brows, anything in his reach that happens to be you.
“hey, it’s ok baby, why’re you crying, hm?” you coo, sitting up, pulling him onto the bed, where he immediately wraps his body around yours.
the pair of you sit at the edge of the mattress as juhoon attempts to prove his reasoning.
“i just, the lamp wasn’t on when i walked in, and the bedroom door was closed, then i saw you and you had tears on your face still,” you brush the stray hairs off his forehead, nodding along. “and i just couldn’t bear to see you in pain, it hurt me too much.”
“so you know you’re wrong, hm? why didn’t you text me?” your tone, usually warm, carries undertones of disappointment, which is arguably worse than anger in juhoon’s mind.
he lowers your hand on his face before reaching to cup your jaw with his own, placing a tender kiss before muttering,
“i forgot.”
“you forgot?”
“yeah, and i know i’m wrong, i swear. even woke you up to let you know i’m wrong. you should hit me. i’ll sleep on the couch if you want. i’ll sleep outside if it makes you happy.”
his brown eyes, usually half-lidded and relaxed, are wide now, glistening with leftover feeling. his hand, the one not caressing the skin of your face, is circling against your waist, and you can tell he’s dead serious by the way he’s watching your every expression.
“juhoon.”
“yes.”
“you’re not sleeping outside.”
“yes ma’am.”
at that, you smile, the corners of your lips turning outwards at his reaction. juhoon mirrors you, eyes crinkling at the (now swollen) corners.
“why’d you cry if i was the one who was sad?”
his head makes its way into your lap, adjusting as you lean against the headboard. you feel a tear sink into the fabric of your pyjamas as he gathers another explanation.
“you were sad, and that made me sad to know that i was the one to make you sad,” he says simply, body relaxing at the feeling of your fingers card through his hair.
“wow.”
“yes.”
“i still haven’t forgiven you fully. better see you beg tomorrow.”
“if that’s what it takes.” he answers solemnly.
peace hushes over the apartment, the most tranquil it’s been all night. as your fingers still in his hair, juhoon sighs, one of relief.
he’ll gladly beg in any lifetime, if that’s what keeps you happy.
‘can i lie down for a bit?’
‘can i sleep just for a while?’
a crying man: transcending the game. what can i say 🤭
juhoon fic finally!! not the angsty one but be glad you’re getting fed.
anyways… school just started again for me so… sorry if this is the only thing you get for the next few weeks…
ok i’m going night night now goodnight coerblr
- ceecee’s contribution ⋆˚࿔♫⋆˚࿔
─ 마틴 ୨୧ ✿ you’d think that with a six-foot-three stature, martin would be impossible to dodge, but the moment he leans his tall figure down to press his lips to yours, you instinctively turn your head away to look at the wall instead. it’s not that you don’t love him, it’s just that he’s been buried in music production for thirty-six hours straight ignoring you which makes you want to tease him a little bit before getting affectionate. martin freezes instantly in that half-bent position, his arms still braced against the armrests of your chair, looking completely blindsided by the sudden rejection. he doesn't get angry, but his dramatic nature takes over as he lets out a heavy, exaggerated sigh against your neck, muttering about how the leader of cortis gets no respect at home. he stays right there, hovering over you like a giant, brooding cloud, refusing to fully pull back until you give him a proper explanation or at least a consoling pat on the back for his bruised ego.
─ 제임스 ୨୧ ✿ james doesn't make a big deal out of things, so when he tilts his chin down for a casual, sweet kiss goodbye and you smoothly turn it into a cheek graze by turning your head, he doesn't blink an eye or drop his signature calm composure. but because he notices absolutely every microscopic shift in your body language, his eyes narrow just a fraction as he pulls back to properly read your face. he stays perfectly quiet for a few seconds, merely studying the way you avoid his direct gaze, before a slow, amused smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. james just finds it entirely comical that you think you can pull a fast one on him after all this time, especially when you’re usually the one clinging to his arm during movie night. instead of forcing the issue or letting you slide out of the room, he casually reaches out to trap your waist with one hand, pulling you a little closer just to tease you about why exactly you’re acting so shy all of a sudden.
─ 주훈 ୨୧ ✿ juhoon takes affection very seriously, so the exact second you turn your face away from his approaching kiss, his entire expression drops into something incredibly piteous and genuinely dejected. it’s almost funny how quickly his usual cool aura completely evaporates, leaving him looking like a completely heartbroken puppy whose favourite person just walked right past him without a second glance. he lets his hand drop from your cheek entirely, taking a half-step back as if he needs to re-evaluate the entire state of your relationship based on that one single dodged kiss. you have to quickly explain to him that you’re just wearing fresh, expensive lip gloss that you don’t want ruined before your dinner plans, or else he’ll spend the next twenty minutes sitting on the edge of the couch in total silence, subtly overthinking everything and casting dramatic, lingering glances your way until you finally give in and give him the attention he craves.
─ 성현 ୨୧ ✿ seonghyeon is so quiet and observant that when you dodge his kiss, he doesn't even ask you why, choosing instead to let out a tiny, soft chuckle under his breath as he casually sticks his hands into his hoodie pockets. he’s so used to living in his own head that he immediately treats your sudden evasiveness like a little puzzle or a game he needs to figure out. he doesn't try to lean in a second time or push your boundaries, but he keeps his sharp, fox-like eyes locked directly onto yours with a knowing, playful glint that makes you feel entirely exposed. he’ll just stand there in the middle of the room, blocking your path out of the kitchen with a relaxed posture, quietly waiting you out because he knows you can't survive more than two minutes of his intense staring before you break and tell him exactly what’s going on.
─ 건호 ୨୧ ✿ as the youngest, keonho already handles affection with a mix of playful confidence and hidden shyness, so when you abruptly duck beneath his arm to avoid his lips, his immediate reaction is a loud, defensive protest. he completely forgets his composure and lets out a sharp whiny sound, demanding to know what exactly he did wrong to deserve being treated like a total stranger in his own space. he’ll follow you directly into the next room, complaining the entire way about how unfair it is that he spent a grueling five-hour dance practice thinking about coming home to you, only to get the absolute cold shoulder the minute he walks through the door. even if you tell him it’s because his skin is freezing from the cold night air outside, keonho will just use that as an excuse to shamelessly wrap his arms completely around your shoulders, deliberately burying his cold face into the crook of your neck until you finally stop laughing and face him properly.
