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♡ Junseo—

 It was one of those lazy evenings at the dorm,  the kind where everyone just piled into the living room without a plan. The TV played some random movie in the background, but no one was really paying attention. Geonwoo and Sanghyeon were bickering about something small again, Leo was half-asleep on the armchair, and Anxin kept tossing popcorn at anyone who wasn’t reacting to his jokes.

You were tucked into the corner of the couch, right next to Junseo. His arm rested comfortably around your shoulders, your head leaning against him while you tried not to look too out of place. You’d hung out with the guys enough that it didn’t feel awkward, but still, being this close to your boyfriend with everyone around made you a little stiff.

Junseo noticed immediately. Of course he did.

“You good?” he murmured, leaning down slightly so only you could hear him.

You nodded quickly. “Yeah, of course.”

But your shoulders were tense, and he could tell. With a soft laugh, he tightened his arm around you and gave your side a light squeeze, like he was trying to melt the stiffness out of you. “Relax,” he said quietly, amusement lacing his tone.

Of course, that was the moment Anxin decided to pipe up. “Hyung,” he said loudly from across the couch, grinning, “your girlfriend looks like she doesn’t even like you.”

The room erupted with laughter, Geonwoo letting out a dramatic “ooooh,” while Sangwon nearly choked on his drink. Junseo gave Anxin a look that could kill. “Anxin,” he said calmly, “don’t make me bench you for the rest of the week.”

That shut him up… temporarily.

The noise eventually died down, and the movie filled the silence again. You leaned back into Junseo, finally feeling a little more comfortable, lulled by the sound of his breathing. Everything felt easy,  until you felt him shift beside you.

You didn’t even have to look up to know what he was thinking.

“Junseo,” you warned under your breath.

“What?” he said, feigning innocence. His eyes, though, were locked on you with that lazy warmth that always made your heart skip. “Can’t a man show his girlfriend a little affection?”

You shot him a look. “Not here. I’m not kissing you in front of the members. Are you crazy?”

He paused, lips curving into a small, playful smile. “Did you really just deny your boyfriend a kiss?”

“Yes,” you said, trying to keep your voice firm, but your grin was giving you away.

The boys, of course, had no concept of personal space or boundaries. Every single one of them had gone suspiciously quiet, pretending to watch the movie while clearly eavesdropping. Sangwon had even lowered the volume a notch, the traitor.

Junseo chuckled under his breath. “They’re not even being subtle.”

“Exactly,” you hissed.

But Junseo wasn’t backing down. His gaze softened, that kind of look that made your stomach flutter despite yourself. “You think I care about them?” he whispered, voice low enough that only you could hear.

Before you could respond, he leaned in anyway. The world seemed to pause for half a second, the laughter, the background noise, the movie, all fading into a hush.

You barely had time to whisper his name before he kissed you, gentle and sure, not even giving the boys’ existence a second thought.

Someone (Anxin) groaned dramatically. “Hyung, we’re literally right here.”

Junseo pulled back just slightly, eyes still on you, that tiny satisfied smile playing at his lips. “And I don't care,” he murmured, ignoring the chorus of teasing sounds from the couch.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help smiling too. “I hate you.”

He laughed softly, pulling you closer again. “You don't ,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.

And even as the boys continued their noisy commentary, you couldn’t deny….. he was right.

♡ Jiahao—

 You were in front of the mirror, hair half-done, mascara wand in hand, trying to finish getting ready for a night out with your friends. Music played softly from your phone, and behind you, on the edge of the bed, sat Jiahao, arms crossed, legs sprawled out, watching you like a sulky cat.

“You’re really gonna leave me here?” he asked for maybe the fifth time that evening. His tone was dramatic enough to belong in a K-drama. “All alone. While you go out. To a club. Without me.”

You met his reflection in the mirror, lips twitching. “You make it sound like I’m abandoning you for a year.”

“You basically are,” he muttered, slumping even more. “Do you know how dangerous clubs are? What if some guy talks to you?”

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you reached for your lipstick. “I’ll survive, Hao.”

He frowned, watching as you carefully traced the red onto your lips. “Yeah, but will I survive?”

You ignored him, slipping into your dress and smoothing it out before turning around, and that’s when he froze.

His jaw dropped slightly, eyes widening in exaggerated disbelief. “Oh, absolutely not,” he said, standing up so fast you barely had time to react before he was in front of you. “You can’t go out looking like that without me.”

His hands found your waist almost automatically, fingertips pressing lightly against your skin through the fabric. He wasn’t angry, just flustered, playful, that mix of possessive and lovesick that was so him.

“Jiahao,” you warned, laughing. “It’s just a dress.”

“It’s the dress,” he said, still sulking. “How am I supposed to let you leave like this?”

You reached up, brushing a stray piece of hair from his forehead. “By trusting me?”

He pouted. “No. That’s too hard……Give me a kiss at least before you go.” He said mischievously. 

You smiled sweetly… and turned your head at the last second. His lips landed on your cheek instead, and when you pulled back, he just stood there, frozen.

“Hello?” he said, blinking. “Did you just dodge me? Before going out without me?”

You bit back a laugh. “You’re gonna ruin my lipstick.”

He stared, half-offended, half-incredulous. “Who cares about your lipstick? Who do you wanna look pretty for, huh?”

You grinned mischievously. “My other hoes, obviously.”

For a solid three seconds, he just blinked at you, like his brain was buffering. “Excuse me?”

You couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore. “I’m joking oh my god” you said quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re the only one I want to look pretty for.”

He gave you that look, the one where he’s still pretending to be mad but his lips are already twitching. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbled.

Leaning in, you pressed a small, quick kiss to his lips,  careful not to smudge your lipstick too much. “Happy now?”

He sighed dramatically, pulling you closer anyway. “Not really….. but I guess you can go….”

As you slipped on your shoes, he watched from the doorframe, arms crossed but smiling now. “Text me when you get there,” he said, voice softer.

“I will,” you promised, waving.

And as you left, you heard him mutter just loud enough for you to catch "She's too pretty for her own good.”

You smiled to yourself. He was damn right.

♡ Leo—

 Days off for Leo were rare. When he finally got one, there was only one thing he wanted to do: absolutely nothing,  with you.

So there you were, both wrapped up under his blanket, sunlight spilling lazily through the curtains, a random movie humming in the background. You’d been in the same position for hours, Leo sprawled half on top of you, face buried in your chest, one arm slung tightly around your waist while the other rested loosely over your stomach. His leg was hooked over yours, keeping you trapped in the softest, warmest way possible.

Every now and then, you’d feel his slow, even breaths against your skin, and it made you smile. He’d fallen asleep like that clingy, comfortable, and peaceful. You could feel the weight of him pressing into you, grounding you, and your fingers had naturally found their way into his hair, lazily playing with the soft strands.

The room was quiet, until a sudden loud crash came from the TV, making you both jump slightly. Leo stirred, mumbling incoherently, lifting his head just enough to blink at you through half-lidded eyes. His hair was sticking up everywhere, his cheek red from where it had been pressed against you, and his lips parted in the tiniest pout.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Leo, you look so cute right now.”

He frowned groggily, voice rough with sleep. “I’m not cute.”

You bit your lip, trying not to smile too wide. “But you are,” you whispered, cupping his face between your hands. “My cute baby.”

He squinted at you, cheeks faintly pink, but didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering as he nuzzled his face deeper into your palms like a sleepy cat. Your heart melted instantly.

“Oh my god,” you whispered dramatically. “I’m getting cuteness aggression.”

And before you could stop yourself, you started peppering kisses all over his face,  his cheeks, his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his chin, every spot you could reach, giggling between each one. His skin was warm, soft under your lips, and you could feel him smiling faintly.

Until you stopped just short of his lips.

Leo blinked at you, dazed but clearly aware enough to notice. He tilted his head slightly, voice a little more awake now. “You missed a spot,” he murmured.

You grinned innocently. “Hm? No, I think I got them all.”

He narrowed his eyes, shifting his weight so he was hovering a little over you now, his messy hair falling into his face. “Don’t mess with me right now,” he mumbled, sounding way too serious for someone who’d been asleep five minutes ago.

You laughed softly. “You’re cute when you’re bossy.”

He huffed, leaning in for what he clearly thought would be a well-deserved kiss, but you turned your head at the last second. His lips brushed your cheek instead.

For a second, he just froze there, blinking in disbelief. Then he pulled back slightly, pouting like a child who’d been told no candy before dinner.

“…Did you just dodge me?” he said, voice flat with betrayal.

You bit back a laugh. “Maybe.”

He stared at you for a long moment, then dramatically flopped back down on top of you, muttering into your shoulder. “Hell nah.”

You were laughing too hard to respond.

He lifted his head again, giving you the most unimpressed expression possible. “You are not getting away with that.”

Before you could react, his hand slid up to your cheek, gently but firmly turning your face toward him, and then he kissed you, loud and sure, like he was stamping a claim.

When he pulled back, his lips curved into the faintest smug smile. “There we go.”

You stared at him, half laughing, half in disbelief. “Leo, it was just a joke.”

He held your gaze, suddenly quiet. “Never joke like that again.”

You blinked. The way he said it wasn’t demanding, just soft, honest, sleepy sincerity in his eyes. You smiled, reaching up to smooth his hair again. “Okay,” you said, voice gentler now. “I won’t.”

He sighed contently, settling back onto your chest. “Good,” he mumbled, already drifting back to sleep. “You’re stuck with me anyway.”

You chuckled, brushing your fingers through his messy hair again as the movie played on, the two of you wrapped up in the quiet, lazy kind of love that didn’t need anything else.

♡ Geonwoo—

 You’d been buried in textbooks all afternoon, highlighters scattered across your desk, coffee half-finished beside your notes. Finals were close, and you’d sworn to yourself that today would be productive, no distractions, no breaks, no nonsense.

Except, of course, your boyfriend didn’t believe in any of that.

When you heard your apartment door unlock and the soft creak of footsteps, you didn’t even have to look up. “Geonwoo, please tell me you didn’t just let yourself in again.”

“I missed you,” came his easy, unbothered reply. You turned just enough to see him drop onto your bed like he owned the place, sprawling out against your pillows. His tall frame practically swallowed half the mattress, one arm tucked behind his head, the other scrolling idly on his phone.

“You look really pretty with your glasses on,” he said after a moment, tone casual, but you could hear the smirk.

“Geonwoo, shut up. I’m studying.”

“You look even prettier when you’re mad at me.”

You sighed, trying to stay focused. This had been his routine all afternoon , throwing little comments your way, testing how long it would take before you broke. The worst part? He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Are you even comfortable watching me study for hours?” you asked finally, not looking up.

“I’d be more comfortable if you came over here,” he replied immediately.

You ignored him.

He waited. Then, apparently deciding your silence was unacceptable, he got up. You heard the soft creak of your chair as he approached, and before you could protest, you felt him standing behind you, tall enough to make the air shift.

“Baby,” he murmured, leaning down so his voice brushed right against your ear. His hands rested on the desk, one on either side, boxing you in. “Don’t ignore me.”

You didn’t answer, eyes glued to your notebook, even though your heart was definitely not focusing on the definition you were trying to memorize.

“Babyyy,” he repeated, his tone softer, teasing. He leaned down even more, his chin hovering beside your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. You could feel his smile.

You tried so hard to stay composed, but then you glanced at him, and that was your first mistake. His face was right there, just inches from yours.

He caught your gaze and, of course, leaned in,  slowly, deliberately, eyes locked on you as if testing your willpower. His lips were close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath.

And right when he tilted forward to kiss you, you turned your head.

He froze mid-movement, lips brushing nothing but air.

“…Did you just—” He blinked, his expression shifting between disbelief and offense. 

You looked up at him innocently. “Maybe.”

“Are you actually mad at me right now?” he asked, though his voice had softened, equal parts amused and confused.

Before you could respond, he shifted his hands to the armrests of your chair and spun you to face him. Suddenly, you were eye level with his chest, and when you looked up, he was towering over you, his eyes gleaming with mock seriousness.

“You’re annoying,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Okay, but you love me,” he replied instantly.

“Not right now.”

He laughed quietly, leaning closer. “Come on. Give me a kiss, and I’ll stop bothering you.”

You tilted your head, playing along. “If you let me study, then I will.”

Geonwoo arched an eyebrow, pretending to think. “So… a reward system?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to push his arm off your chair, but his hand stayed firm, not forceful, just steady, the way he always was. “Geonwoo.”

He grinned. “Fine,” he said finally, lowering his voice again. “But you’re not getting away with dodging me twice.”

And before you could protest, he leaned down and kissed you…., soft at first, testing, then just a little deeper, long enough that the sound of your heartbeat drowned out everything else.

When he finally pulled away, he was smiling, clearly satisfied. “There. Motivation,” he said simply.

You sighed, pretending to be exasperated. “You’re impossible.”

“Mm, maybe,” he said, already leaning in for another quick kiss before stepping back toward the bed. “But now you’ll study faster so you can come cuddle me.”

You turned back to your books, trying not to smile. And failed completely.

♡ Sangwon—

 It was well past eleven when you checked the clock again. The company building was practically silent, every hallway dim except for the one practice room still lit, the one where Sangwon refused to stop moving.

He’d been at it since eight, replaying the same section of choreography over and over, the music echoing against the mirrored walls. You sat curled up on the couch in the corner, watching him push himself far past what any sane person would call “one last run-through.”

His shirt clung to him, his breath coming out in short, uneven bursts. But even exhausted, he still moved with that same precision, that same intensity that made you understand exactly why he’d been chosen as center.

When the song cut out again, you stood up, crossing the room with your water bottle in hand. “Sangwon,” you called softly. “Baby, you can’t even breathe. Let’s call it a day, okay?”

He bent forward with his hands on his knees, sweat dripping down his temples. “Just… one more time,” he said between breaths.

You rolled your eyes, gently taking the bottle cap off and pressing it into his hand. “Wonie, you’ve done it a hundred times already. You can practice more tomorrow when you’ve actually slept.”

He looked at you then, tired, frustrated, and just a little lost. For a second, you saw the way his shoulders relaxed at your voice. You reached up, brushing his damp hair back and cupping his cheek. “Please,” you said softly. “Let’s go home.”

He hesitated, torn between his perfectionism and your pleading tone. Then, a small smile crept onto his face. “Fine,” he said, straightening up. “But give me a kiss first and we’ll go.”

“HELL NAH,” you said instantly, leaning back. “Sangwon, do you have any idea how sweaty you are?”

He blinked, pretending to be offended. “So you don’t love me when I’m sweaty?”

“Nope.”

He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like you’d wounded him. “Take that back.”

“Not a chance.”

You didn’t even have time to react before he closed the distance, both of his very sweaty hands cupping your face as he planted a loud, unapologetic kiss right on your lips.

You squealed, shoving at his chest. “You are disgusting, Sangwon.”

He only laughed, that smug little grin spreading across his face as he wiped his forehead with his arm. “I’m your disgusting boyfriend. Shut up.”

“You’re so lucky you’re cute,” you muttered, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Cute?” he echoed, tilting his head with mock innocence. “You mean irresistible.”

“Delusional,” you corrected, grabbing his dance bag off the floor.

He slung an arm around your shoulders anyway, ignoring your protests as he steered you toward the door, humming to himself.

“See?” he said as the hallway lights flickered above you. “Now we can leave. And you did give me a kiss.”

You shot him a look, but his grin was so bright, so stupidly satisfied, that you couldn’t even argue. You just sighed, bumping his shoulder lightly. “Next time you’re showering before you touch me, got it?”

“Sure,” he said cheerfully, which, knowing Sangwon, meant absolutely not.

♡ Xinlong—

 The night was quiet when he showed up. You hadn’t expected him, he hadn’t even texted, but when you heard the knock on your door and saw his face on the other side, you didn’t hesitate for a second before letting him in.

He looked tired. The kind of tiredness that went deeper than just needing sleep. His hoodie hung loosely off his shoulders, his hair still slightly damp from showering at the company, and even though he smiled when you hugged him, there was a certain heaviness in it.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, cheek pressed against his chest. He was so much taller that he easily tucked your head under his chin, holding you there for a quiet moment. “Long day?” you murmured.

He hummed in response, a sound that was more sigh than word. “I missed you.”

You smiled, tilting your head up to look at him. “I can tell.”

You’d made a small dinner earlier, nothing fancy, just something warm to share. The two of you sat on the floor by the coffee table, your backs resting against the couch as you ate together. The TV was off, your only background noise was the low hum of the city outside.

You told him about your day, how your professors were evil incarnate, how the commute had been awful, how you’d ended up scrolling TikTok for two straight hours instead of doing homework. He listened quietly, eyes soft, a faint smile tugging at his lips as if just hearing you talk was enough to ease his exhaustion.

But you could feel his gaze lingering. The way his eyes flicked from your face to your lips and back again.

When you finally looked up at him, he didn’t even try to hide it.

“What?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“Nothing,” he said, voice low, still watching you. “Just thinking about how much I missed this.”

And before you could answer, he leaned in, slow, certain, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. He was clearly aiming for a kiss.

So naturally, you leaned away.

He froze mid-movement, blinking in surprise. “Okay… what was that?”

You looked at him like you didn’t know what he meant. “What was what?”

“Did you just dodge my kiss?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I just didn’t wanna kiss you right now,” you said, trying not to laugh.

He stared at you, completely scandalized. “Do you—wait. Do you hate me?”

“What?”

“Do you wanna break up with me?” he continued, already spiraling.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a grin, and nodded just slightly, just to see his reaction.

Xinlong blinked once. Then he straightened up, crossed his arms, and said flatly, “Well, that sucks for you. Because we’re not breaking up.”

You finally burst out laughing, and his expression faltered into confusion. “Wait, what?”

“Relax!” you said, clutching your stomach as you laughed. “It’s a trend! I was just messing with you!”

He squinted at you, still half-suspicious, half-relieved. “A trend?”

You nodded, still giggling.

He shook his head slowly, muttering, “I hate you sometimes…” before leaning forward suddenly and catching your face in his hands. “Try dodging me again, I dare you.”

You squealed, trying to lean back again, but he was faster this time. His lips caught yours in a soft, lingering kiss, warm and just a little needy, the kind that said I missed you too much for this kind of teasing.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “You’re—,” he murmured, though the faint smile on his lips betrayed him.

“You love me,” you teased.

He exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah,” he admitted softly.

♡ Anxin—

 You honestly didn’t know how you got here. One minute you were chilling on the couch, and the next you were sitting cross-legged on the floor of your boyfriend’s room, clutching a controller and losing for the fifth time in a row.

“Wait, wait—stop hitting me, I’m still figuring out how to—” “Boom,” Anxin said smugly, not even looking at the screen as his character obliterated yours. “You suck at this.”

You turned your head slowly. “Excuse me?”

He didn’t even blink. “I said you suck.”

You dropped the controller and gawked at him. “You invited me to play!”

He grinned, leaning back on his hands, completely unbothered. “Yeah, I didn’t say I’d go easy on you.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh, pouting as you crossed your arms. “You’re so mean.”

“Aw, don’t pout,” he said in a mock-sweet tone. “You still look cute when you lose.”

That earned him a light smack on the arm, which only made him laugh harder. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” you muttered.

“Of course I am,” he said, flashing that annoying, perfect smile. “Watching my girlfriend rage is my favorite hobby.”

You stared at him for a beat, ready to fight him or walk out, maybe both, when he suddenly leaned closer, his expression shifting. “Hey,” he said, voice softer now.

“What.”

“Kiss me.”

You blinked. “You just told me I suck at your stupid game.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but you’re cute when you’re mad. I deserve a kiss for putting up with your terrible gameplay.”

You sat there “You deserve—? Anxin the fucking audacity you have”

Before he could finish laughing, you turned your head away dramatically. “Nope. No kiss. Not until you apologize.”

He tilted his head, grinning. “Apologize? For what?”

You gave him a side-eye sharp enough to cut glass. “For being a brat.”

He leaned in closer, his smirk widening. “But that’s like… my whole personality.”

You chuckled, trying to look serious. “Then no kiss for you.”

He blinked, processing that for a second, and then let out the most exaggerated groan. “You’re so unfair,” he whined, dramatically falling back onto the carpet. “This is abuse.”

You burst out laughing, and he turned his head to give you a playful glare. “Fine. I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“Sorry for what?” you asked, raising a brow.

“Sorry for…” He sighed. “For bullying you at video games. Even though it was funny.”

“Good boy,” you said smugly, and leaned forward as if to finally give him the kiss. He leaned up instantly, eyes closing—

And you dodged.

His eyes shot open, pure betrayal written all over his face. “Did you just—?!”

You were already laughing so hard you nearly fell over. “That’s for saying I suck!”

He stared at you for a second before crawling closer, determination in his eyes. “You can’t just dodge me, I'm your boyfriend!? Are you insane?”

You tried to scoot back, still giggling, but he caught your wrist and pulled you toward him. “Anxin—”

“Too late.” He grinned and kissed you quickly, triumphant.

When he pulled back, you were still half-smiling, half-annoyed. “You’re an idiot.”

“Mm,” he hummed, smirk still in place. “And you’re terrible at games. We make a great team.”

You threw a pillow at him, but he just laughed, loud, bright, and so him.

♡ Sanghyeon—

 You’d been stirring the pot on the stove for maybe two minutes before you heard the front door open and the familiar sound of sneakers hitting the floor.

“Baby?” his voice came from the hallway, soft but excited.

“In the kitchen!” you called back.

Seconds later, Sanghyeon appeared in the doorway, his hair a little messy, his hoodie slightly rumpled from practice. His tired eyes instantly softened when they landed on you. “My girlfriend cooking for me?” he said, his grin spreading. “Is this heaven?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re so dramatic.”

“No, seriously,” he said, walking closer. “I must’ve saved a whole country in my past life or something. A pretty girl making me dinner? How lucky am I?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”

Before you could say anything else, you felt his arms snake around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. He sighed, that long, happy kind of sigh that made your heart melt. “I missed you,” he mumbled, pressing closer.

“Sanghyeon,” you said with a small laugh, “I can’t move if you hold me like that.”

“It’s okay,” he murmured, squeezing you a little tighter. “I can pass you what you need.”

You shook your head, smiling to yourself. He was always clingy, but sometimes he managed to outdo even himself. His warmth pressed against your back, and every few seconds, you could feel his gaze shift from the food to you,  soft, admiring, hopelessly lovestruck.

“You’re so pretty,” he said quietly, almost to himself.

You chuckled, stirring the pot again. “You say that every day.”

“Because it’s true every day,” he said without missing a beat.

You felt your cheeks warm. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered.

“Lucky?” he teased. “You mean blessed.”

Before you could respond, he turned his head slightly, his lips brushing the side of your jaw. You flinched back just a little. “Hey! Stop, I’m concentrating,” you said, leaning away.

He froze. His hands slipped off your waist as he blinked in confusion. 

You bit back a laugh, glancing over your shoulder. “I told you I’m busy.”

He looked devastated. “You’re denying me a kiss?” His voice went soft and wounded, his brows furrowing as he tilted his head like a kicked puppy.

You couldn’t help it, you laughed, turning to face him fully. His pout deepened. “Hey,” he said, stepping closer. “That’s mean. I worked so hard today.”

“Baby, you’ll live,” you teased.

“No, I won’t,” he said dramatically, holding his heart. “I’ll just… fade away from heartbreak.”

You burst out laughing, reaching up to pat his cheek. “Okay, okay. Let me finish cooking, and then you can have all the kisses you want, deal?”

His pout immediately vanished, replaced by a smile so wide it nearly split his face. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

He nodded, satisfied, and then wrapped himself around you again from behind, careful not to get in the way this time. “Fine,” he said, voice muffled against your shoulder. “But I’m holding you until then.”

You sighed, amused. “You really are a handful you know that?”

“Mm,” he hummed, his tone happy and sleepy. “ You love me anyway.”

You felt your heart flutter as you stirred the food again, his steady breathing pressed against your back. “Yeah,” you whispered, smiling to yourself. “I do.”

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Genre: Smut MDNI 18+

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Mutual masturbation themes, Voyeurism/exposure, Partner watching/encouraging, Dom/sub dynamics, Teasing Dirty talk, Possessiveness/jealous undertones, Overstimulation (implied in some), Marking, Slight humiliation kink (in some), Aftercare/comfort

Junseo

You hadn’t expected him back so soon, so when Junseo quietly unlocked the door, the last thing he thought he’d find was you sprawled across the bed, hand buried between your thighs, breath uneven and lips parted.

He froze in the doorway for just a second—not because he was embarrassed, but because the sight of you like that knocked the air right out of him. His head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and hunger as he stepped inside.

“Really?” His voice was low, a little teasing. “You couldn’t wait for me?”

Your whole body went hot, scrambling to pull the blanket up, but Junseo didn’t let you hide. He came closer, pulling the cover back with an easy confidence. His gaze stayed locked on you, not flustered, not fumbling—just steady, like he wanted to memorize every detail.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, one hand brushing your cheek before sliding to your jaw, holding you still so you couldn’t shy away. “You know you don’t have to do this alone,” he murmured. His tone wasn’t judgmental—it was matter-of-fact, like he was stating something obvious.

Your heart was racing, expecting him to laugh or pull away, but instead he leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to your lips, letting you feel his calmness bleed into you. “Next time,” he said against your mouth, “call me. I want to be the one to make you feel good.”

It wasn’t shy or playful—it was a quiet promise, and the way he held you afterward, thumb brushing over your skin, made the room feel soft again despite the heat still hanging between you.

Leo

You hadn’t even heard the front door open—too lost in the rhythm of your own hand, soft moans spilling into the quiet of the room. By the time Leo leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, you were already flushed and needy, completely unaware of him watching.

A low chuckle broke the silence. “Wow,” he drawled, his smirk sharp. “Guess I know what you do when I’m not around.”

You jolted, nearly falling off the bed in shock. “Leo—”

But he was already striding over, snatching your wrist before you could pull away. His eyes sparkled with mischief, but underneath the teasing was heat—undeniable, hungry. “Don’t stop now,” he whispered, pushing your hand back down. “I wanna see.”

Your face burned, but the way he hovered over you, lips brushing your ear, made resistance impossible. He kissed down your neck lazily, savoring your reaction. “God, you’re cute when you’re desperate,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. “But you should’ve just told me you needed me this bad.”

His teasing didn’t let up, but neither did his touch—he wanted you flustered, wanted to remind you he could make you unravel faster than your own hand ever could. And when you finally gasped his name, he grinned against your skin, satisfied.

“Next time,” he said, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip, “don’t waste your energy. I like being the one who makes you fall apart.”

Jia Hao

The room was dim, your breaths shaky as you moved beneath the sheets, too caught up in chasing release to notice the door creak open. When Jiahao stepped inside, his eyes went wide, and he froze mid-step.

For a moment, he just stared—shock written across his face. But then, slowly, his lips curved into a smile, a mix of shy and intrigued.

“Y/N…” His voice was soft, but the way he said your name carried weight. “You really couldn’t wait for me?”

Your face burned as you scrambled to cover yourself, but Jiahao crossed the room quickly, sitting beside you. Instead of pulling the blanket back, he gently touched your cheek, coaxing your gaze to meet his. “You don’t have to hide from me,” he said quietly, though there was a new spark in his eyes.

Before you could reply, he leaned in, kissing you sweetly—but the kiss deepened fast, his hand sliding to your waist like he couldn’t hold back anymore. When he pulled away, his expression was softer again, but his words carried a daring edge.

“Next time, let me help,” he whispered, brushing his thumb across your lips. “I want to be the reason you feel that good.”

The mix of tenderness and boldness left your chest tight, your embarrassment dissolving into warmth as he wrapped you in his arms, holding you close like he’d never let go.

Kangmin

You didn’t even hear him come in, too lost in your own pleasure. Kangmin’s voice cut through the air suddenly, making you jolt.

“Well, well,” he said with a grin, leaning against the doorway. “Look at you.”

Your hand flew away instantly, face heating as you scrambled for the blanket. “Kangmin—”

But he was already laughing, striding over and tugging the cover back with no hesitation. “Don’t stop because of me,” he teased, eyes sparkling. “You looked like you were having a good time.”

You swatted at him, mortified, but Kangmin just caught your wrist, pressing a quick kiss to your palm. “I mean, I get it,” he added with a smirk. “I am hard to resist.”

Your glare only made him chuckle harder. He leaned down, brushing his nose against yours, playful but firm. “Next time, though,” he whispered, voice dropping just enough to make your stomach flip, “save it for me. I like watching, but I like participating a lot more.”

The way he winked afterward made you groan and bury your face in the pillow, which only made him laugh louder. Still, he tucked you against his chest, pressing soft kisses into your hair until your embarrassment melted into giggles.

With Kangmin, even something so mortifying turned into something warm, light, and full of laughter.

Sangwon

You thought you had enough time before he came home, the hum of your own pleasure filling the silence of the bedroom. But when Sangwon pushed the door open, backpack still hanging from one shoulder, his eyes went wide the second he saw you.

He froze—not because he was embarrassed, but because he couldn’t believe he’d just walked in on that. His cheeks flushed pink, and for a moment he looked torn between covering his eyes and staring.

“Y/N…” His voice cracked a little, softer than usual. “Were you…?”

Your face burned as you fumbled for the blanket, but Sangwon was already crossing the room, sitting gingerly at the edge of the bed. Instead of teasing, his hand reached out to squeeze yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “You don’t have to hide from me,” he said, eyes earnest. “It’s okay.”

You expected awkward silence, but instead he leaned closer, brushing his lips against your temple, as if grounding you. “I just… I don’t like the thought of you needing comfort and me not being here,” he admitted shyly, but his hand never let go of yours.

The weight of his sincerity made your chest ache. Even though your body was still flushed from before, the softness in his tone melted away the embarrassment. He pressed another kiss, this time to your cheek, smiling gently. “Next time, let me be the one to take care of you, okay?”

And when you nodded, he wrapped you in his arms like it was the easiest thing in the world—protective, tender, making sure you knew you never had to feel alone in moments like this.

Andrew

The room was quiet except for the sound of your own shaky breaths, your body arching against the sheets as your hand moved between your thighs. You didn’t even hear the door until it shut softly, and when you finally looked up, Andrew was standing there.

His gaze was sharp, heavy, taking in every detail. He didn’t say a word at first—just walked forward, slow and deliberate, until he was at the edge of the bed. The heat in his eyes made you feel pinned in place.

“You’re really going to do this without me?” His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, low and commanding.

Your lips parted, scrambling for an excuse, but Andrew was already leaning down, bracing one hand by your head. “I don’t mind you needing it,” he continued, tone steady, “but don’t forget who you belong to.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could hide, he caught your wrist, guiding your hand back exactly where it had been. “Finish,” he said softly, eyes locked on yours. “But do it while I’m watching.”

Your whole body went hot under his gaze, every movement magnified by his focus. When you finally collapsed back against the pillows, he kissed you hard, claiming your mouth like he had been waiting for it.

“Next time,” he whispered against your lips, thumb brushing over your chin, “you don’t get to start without me.”

Xinlong

You were caught up in the heat of it, sheets tangled around your legs as you gasped into the quiet. The last thing you expected was Xinlong’s voice drifting in from the doorway, light and amused.

“Well, this is a surprise,” he said with a grin. “Should I leave you to it, or…?”

Your whole body stiffened, face blazing as you tried to sit up, but Xinlong was already strolling over, hands casually in his pockets like he’d walked in on you reading a book. His eyes, though, told a different story—sharp and playful, lingering on you in a way that made your breath catch.

“Don’t look so guilty,” he teased, leaning down until his lips hovered by your ear. “If anything, I’m flattered. Thinking about me, weren’t you?”

The way he said it made your stomach twist, equal parts embarrassment and heat. You pushed at his chest, but he just chuckled, catching your wrist with ease. “Relax,” he said smoothly, kissing the corner of your mouth. “I like knowing I can get you this worked up without even being here.”

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his smile softening. “But next time, don’t do it alone. I’d rather hear those sounds while I’m the one making them.”

pairing :: ald1 x fem!reader includes :: angst

JUNSEO walks into the living room, shutting the door after him rather harshly. you were sat stoic, at the dining table with the candles still burning, scenting the room with lavender. you watch him lie down on the couch, and immediately get to scrolling. he didn't even notice. you try to push away any sorts of thoughts, walking slowly to him. you pat his shoulder and he jolts up from the soft cushion and looks at you. "y/n you scared the shit out of me!" it's almost 1 am and the lights in the room are dim.

❪ 이 ❫ ⠀⠀ 𓋰 ⠀⠀ you were scared of horror movies, but how could you tell your crush that?

leo & reader ⠀ ノ ⠀ 𝒪𝗥𝗕𝗦 f2l forced proximity fluff ─── 622 ⠀⠀ ✦ ⠀⠀ warns⠀?! ⠀hug , reader is scared of horror⠀⠀。⠀ LIB? ⠀ event ⠀ req. 🥭 anon

From the moment you had agreed to Leo’s horror movie week you knew you were doomed. You don’t know why you decided to show bravery and agree to it in the first place, but you probably shouldn't have agreed to your friends gaslighting you saying you would be crazy to not accept your crush’s request.

Right now, though you knew you cannot back out anymore.

Mostly because you are already on the sofa and Leo is scrolling through a list titled ‘Horror and Psychological Thrillers’. You glance at his face once, not yet cuddled together with him and you make one last attempt, “You know we could watch a thriller too?”

His eyes widen as he turns towards you and says, “But it is Halloween week.” You blink once and say, “Halloween is still twelve days away.”

He just grins and you sigh giving up knowing when he has his mind set on something he won’t budge. You look back at the screen as you try to prepare yourself mentally. It is not that bad honestly, just some jump scares here and there, you can do it.

All you cannot do is jump into his lap, like you mostly do with your friends making them get a good laugh out of it.

“Let’s watch this,” Leo’s voice cannot contain his excitement as you force a smile and scoot a little bit closer to him.

You absolutely cannot do this, you think, as you screech and hide your face in his chest. Your fingers clutch into his shirt corners, and you breathe heavily. This was not what you had in mind. There was definitely no going back now, because this was beyond embarrassing.

You could already imagine him laughing with his friends while telling them how you screamed like a dying cat in a simple horror movie scene.

What you couldn’t imagine or even think was when you felt a hand sneak around your waist and pull you closer. You feel Leo’s body vibrate as you look up slowly and see him trying his hardest to not laugh. You blink once as he looks down and bursts out laughing.

“What?” you narrow your eyes, and he presses his lips together and then replies, “It has just been twenty minutes you know.”

“You should be glad I survived twenty minutes of that,” you scoff, all while you press your face closer to his chest and he replies, “Yes absolutely.”

You look again and see a smug smile spread across his face, and you sigh, “You know I am afraid of horror movies, don’t you?”

“Thanks to your friends by the way,” he laughs again and you swear you have never seen someone’s eyes more sparkle than that. Not because you are totally whipped with him of course.

“Also, you are so obvious about the crush but refuse to do anything about it, so I had to take it in my hands,” he nods, a proud smile conquering his face as you stare at him in shock.

He knew? All this time he knew.

Then you look around the empty dorm and then look back at him bewildered, “And you though horror movie was the best option?”

“Well, I guess I just like you being close to me,” he smiles, and you throw your head back into his chest as he laughs again. “I forgive you just because you are cute,” you murmur as you feel his laugh vibrate on yourself.

"Get a room," Xinlong passed a comment as he walks towards his room and Leo replies, "Shut up and leave."

You giggle as you rest your head on his chest, interlocking your fingers with his.

Maybe his idea wasn’t that bad after all.

ARCHV ⠀ ✦ ⠀ uhm so i got coaxed into stanning them again by berry, but did you think i will only write about your man without even bringing my man? huh? hope yall enjoy btw bye

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Pairing: Kim Junseo (ALD1/WEi) x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut-lite, Christmas AU

Summary: Junseo is terrified of meeting your parents for the first time on Christmas Day. When the nerves get to be too much, you find a way to help him relax that leaves him completely obsessed—and leads to a holiday promise neither of you will ever forget.

STOP OR GO? — K.JS

synopsis: your newest running partner, kim junseo! (very much inspired from this video from the choi crew)

› pairings & contents: runner!junseo x (runner) fem!reader

✧ warnings: smut ofcourse, very early morning sex lol, explicit dirty talk, praise, some profanity, pet names, eating out + fingering, oral sex. this is a work of fiction.

kim junseo's love for running is quiet and a relatively new rhythm. it's the first thing you learn about him, before you even know his name. you see him on the track at dawn. you're there, too, chasing your own pace, your own silence. it's only a matter of time before your orbits sync.

it starts with a nod. then, one misty morning, he falls into step beside you, matching your stride perfectly. "your cadence is off," he says, his voice a low, smooth baritone, not even breathless. "you're over-striding. shorten your step."

you're too surprised to be offended. "are you giving me unsolicited form advice?"

cw: mean dom, spitting, degradation, name calling, edging

a/n: this is a request that was too good to ignore. anon, I love you. I'm just like you. you're just like me. also, this anon was very sweet abt the request. anon, I love you.

Your body aches with desperation, every nerve wound tight, but Junseo is merciless. He drives into you with slow, punishing thrusts, deep enough to make you choke on your own breath, but never giving you what you need.

“Pathetic,” he hisses against your ear, his voice low and scathing. “Clenching on me like you deserve to cum. You don’t. Not tonight.” His hips grind forward with deliberate cruelty, hitting every spot that makes you cry out, only to slow down, to pull back just before the heat in your belly can snap.

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