#kittywrites<3

You were early to your first meet-up but Felix was already there. He was pacing around the table with a strawberry milk in one hand and a stack of sticky notes in the other, mumbling something about adding glitter to the projects. Then he saw you. “HI!” He practically lunged toward you. “You’re Y/N, right?” he asked, breathless.

You blinked. “Yeah?” He grinned so wide his eyes became crescents. “Awesome! Amazing! Perfect! We’re partners!” You stared, stunned by… all of that. “We’re gonna absolutely DESTROY this project >:)” he declared, punching the air triumphantly. Then he paused. “…in a good way. Like academic destruction. The positive kind.”

“I like your confidence.” you said. Felix leaned over the table. “I like your handwriting.” You froze. “My… handwriting?” He nodded seriously, already reaching for your notebook like it was a sacred artifact. “What pen is this? Why does this look so neat? Did you write this in a warm cozy bedroom with a candle burning and soft music playing? Be honest.”

You laughed loudly, embarrassingly. Felix’s face lit up like you’d just handed him a trophy. “I’m serious.” he insisted. “Your handwriting looks like if sunshine could form letters.” (couldn't be me my handwriting is shit) “You just met me.” “And yet.” he said, dramatically placing a hand on his chest, “I know these things.”

You raised a brow. “Really?” “Really. My instincts are NEVER wrong.” He paused. “…Except about macarons.” “Macarons?” He sighed, shoulders deflating a little. “I’ll explain later. It’s a tragic tale.” He sat down finally, spreading his notes out with the enthusiasm of a kid unpacking presents. And even though this was supposed to be a simple meeting, something about the moment felt...

Easy. Natural even. Stupidly comfortable, like slipping into an oversized hoodie. You two clicked in a way that felt suspiciously like fate. Like a puzzle piece snapping in place. Like the universe winked at you and whispered, “Oh, just wait.” You felt it then that small, warm spark in your chest. And you didn’t know it yet…

But Felix felt it too.

Later that day you were on the floor of Felix’s dorm room, your legs stretched out, his legs tucked criss-cross like he was meditating, papers fanned around you both like a chaotic academic crime scene. Three iced coffees sat abandoned one yours, two his because Felix drank caffeine like it was a blood type.

Dreamy lo-fi beats played from the small speaker on his shelf, mixed with warm synths and soft vocals. (I just know he listens to lo-fi) The lights were dim. The room smelled faintly of sugar cookies and the strawberry milk he’d spilled earlier. It felt cozy.

Dangerously cozy.

Felix leaned back on his palms beside you, hoodie sleeves pushed up, freckles softened by the warm glow of his LED fairy lights.

“We’re doing great.” he said, impossibly proud of your color-coded slideshow. Like you had just written a Nobel Prize-winning thesis instead of a communication theory project. “Yeah.” you said, nudging his knee gently. “I actually like working with you.” Felix’s cheeks warmed instantly pink and soft, before looking away. “Well.” he said shyly, fiddling with the drawstrings on his hoodie, “I really like working with you too.”

Your chest fluttered. And then-

His phone buzzed...Then buzzed again...Then buzzed five more times like it was possessed.

Felix flipped it over with a tiny, annoyed huff. Your eyes… did not look away in time.

Hyunjinnie 💗:

did u eat

🐺 Chan:

come home we made dinner

📱 Groupchat (7):

LIXXIEEEE

GET UR ASS HERE

I’M STARVING

DON’T LET CHAN TORTURE US AGAIN

THE CHICKEN IS DRY HELP

HE’S DOING THE HEALTHY THING

STOP HIM

You blinked. “…Felix,” you finally said. “Why does your phone look like that.” Felix peered at the screen, giggled, and shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Oh!” he said cheerfully, “they’re my boyfriends.”

…

“…Plural boyfriends?” you repeated, because maybe you were having a stroke. “Mhm, all seven.” Felix said, beaming. You stared at him. “That’s…” you paused, then gave up. “That’s a lot of love to manage.” Felix nodded seriously. “We take turns.” You coughed. “Take turns with what exactly?” “Everything!” he chirped. “Cooking, laundry, who gets the shower first, who gets the last piece of cake, who braids my hair...” he trailed off.

You cut in, because your brain had derailed. “They… braid your hair?” “Minho does,” Felix said. “Chan tries, but he gets frustrated. Hyunjin makes it pretty.” You held up your hand. “Stop before I hear something that breaks me emotionally.” Felix giggled and nudged your shoulder. But then he added casually, “And before you ask, yes. They know about you.”

Your heart somersaulted. “…Why?” Felix shrugged, like it was obvious. “Because you’re my friend.” he said softly. “And I talk about you all the time.”

Your brain combusted.

“You what?!” “I tell them how fun you are. And how smart. And how you explain things in a way that makes hard stuff easy. And how you always smell nice, like vanilla and paper or something.” “Felix.” you whispered. He blinked at you, wide-eyed, innocent, devastating. “What? I’m just telling them the truth.”

“And they… don’t mind?” “Mind?” Felix scoffed. “They’re curious!” That word alone sent your stomach into chaos. “Omg wait-” Felix gasped suddenly, eyes wide. “Do you wanna see what they said about you last time??” “Felix NO-”

But it was too late. He scrolled. And scrolled. And scrolled.

🐰 Minho:

if one more person breathes near our sunshine i’m biting them

except maybe this Y/N person. she sounds tolerable.

🐷Changbin:

BRO SHE SOUNDS NICE LET HER COME OVER AND TEACH ME HOW TO STUDY I’M SO DUMB

🎨 Hyunjin:

does she have good aesthetics. this is crucial.

🐶 Seungmin:

felix is exaggerating. nobody is that nice.

prove it.

🦊 Jeongin:

he said she laughed at his macaron story so she’s officially approved

also felix tell her i said hi but like in a cool way thanks

You covered your face with both hands. “Kill me.” Felix shook your arm excitedly. “Nooo! They LIKE you!” “They don’t even know me!” “That’s why they wanna meet you.” he said simply. Like this was a perfectly reasonable chain of events. He lowered his voice suddenly. “...I want them to meet you too.” You swallowed. “Why?” you whispered.

Felix looked at you like you were a puzzle he had already solved. “Because..” he said quietly, “you’re important to me.” Your breath caught. “And I think…” He smiled, gentle, warm, almost glowing. “…the others will really like you too.”

The invitation was not optional. Felix said it so casually like asking you to pass him a pencil, not like inviting you into the gravitational pull of seven men who adore him. “Come meet them!” he chirped, tossing a gummy bear into his mouth and catching it perfectly. You blinked at him, horrified. “I don’t wanna intrude on your… seven-way date night.” Felix burst out laughing. Like, full-on wheeze. Then clapped his hands like an excited seal.

“It’s not a date night!” he insisted, wiping at his eyes. “And even if it was trust me, you wouldn’t be intruding.” You folded your arms. “Seven boyfriends, Felix. Seven. That is literally the definition of intruding.” He leaned forward on his hands, chin propped up, freckles glowing under the warm LED lights. “Y/N.” he said in the softest, most deadly tone, “they will be thrilled.”

“I dunno…” you muttered, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. “What if they don’t like me?” Felix blinked. Then his whole face dropped into the most dramatic expression of disbelief. “Don’t like you?” he repeated, voice rising like you personally offended physics. “They already like you.” “You don’t know that.” “Yes I do,” Felix argued, pointing at you with a neon pink highlighter like it was a microphone. “You’re funny, and sweet, and you explain theories in a way even Han could understand.”

“Is Han… not good with theories?” Felix cackled. “He gets distracted because he tries to eat the paper.” “Felix.”

“I’m serious! One time he actually-”

“FELIX.”

He giggled harder, leaning into you until your shoulders touched. An innocent little bump that sent actual sparks ricocheting down your spine. But then he looked at you with those big, sparkly, kitty eyes. The eyes that could convince you to do anything. “Please?”

The request wasn’t desperate. Just honest. Like he really, genuinely wanted you there. Like it mattered to him. You sighed. The type of sigh you already regretted. “Okay.” Felix’s entire soul lit up. “REALLY?!” he gasped, grabbing both your hands like he might start bouncing. “You’ll come? You’ll actually come?!”

You tried not to smile, but it broke through anyway. “Yeah” you said. “But only because you asked nicely.” Felix squeezed your hands. “No.” he corrected softly. “You’re coming because you’re important.” He didn’t seem to notice the blush on your face, already texting his boyfriends like a kid announcing snow day cancellations.

You watched his thumbs fly over the screen, little hearts and exclamation points and emojis everywhere. And as you sat there, watching him radiate sunshine you realized something terrifying.

You were excited too.

Their apartment felt like a whole universe. Warm lights. Soft chatter coming from somewhere down the hall. The smell of garlic, soy sauce, and something baking. Music playing faintly something upbeat and cozy. You barely had a second to absorb the atmosphere before Felix pushed open the door like a kid entering Disneyland. He didn’t even step inside. He just shouted at full volume:

“BOYS! SHE’S HEEEERE!”

You flinched. The apartment did not. It EXPLODED.

Something crashed in the hallway. Something sizzled dangerously in the kitchen. Someone yelled, “WAIT WAIT WAIT STOP, THE SAUCE” And from the living room came the sound of stomping feet approaching with terrifying speed. You instinctively grabbed Felix’s hoodie sleeve. He giggled. “They’re excited.”

Excited sounded like an understatement.

Bang Chan appeared first, slipping around the corner with a smile that could single-handedly end wars. Messy hair, rolled-up sleeves, warm eyes that made you forget your own name. “Hi.” he greeted, voice soft. “We’re so happy to finally meet you.” His dimples popped and your heartbeat stuttered.

Before you could reply, someone drifted into view behind him like a model making a runway entrance.

Hyunjin.

Tall. Silky hair. Art in human form. He blinked at you slowly. “I’m Hyunjin,” he said, crossing his arms gracefully. “And Felix talks about you constantly.”

Felix made a squeaky noise. You opened your mouth to respond but then someone cleared their throat with the attitude of a CEO ready to fire you.

Lee Know.

He leaned against the wall like it was a photoshoot backdrop. Arms crossed. Eyes sharp. The tiniest smirk tugging at his lips like he already knew all your secrets. “Do you eat?” he asked bluntly. “Um. Yeah?” “Thought so.” he muttered, giving Felix a look that said control your friend. “I EAT!” you protested, offended. “Mmhm.” Lee Know hummed like he didn’t believe you for a second.

Then came Jeongin barreling down the hallway with unmatched enthusiasm, socks sliding on the hardwood floor. He tried to stop. He did not succeed. He bumped into Chan and nearly took them both out.

“HI -oops-HI!” he sputtered, cheeks flushed. Before you even recovered from that, Han appeared from behind him, waving both arms in the air like he’d spotted a long-lost sibling. “HIIIIIIII!” he screamed at a pitch only dogs could hear. “Oh my god you’re REAL FELIX WASN’T MAKING YOU UP!!” “Why would I make up a person?” Felix protested. “You’ve done it before.” Han said seriously.

Changbin strolled out of the kitchen holding an entire pot of pasta with one hand, flexing unintentionally like an action movie extra. “Sup.” he grinned. “You hungry?” “You’re scaring her.” Hyunjin said. “I’m welcoming her!” Changbin argued. “You’re THREATENING the pasta!” Han yelled from behind him.

Seungmin entered last, closing the door behind you with a tired sigh that gave “mother of seven chaotic sons.” He looked you up and down once. Not judgmental, just calculating. “Sorry about them,” he said. “I tried to calm the apartment before you came, but then Felix yelled and Han fell down and Minho threatened the rice cooker.”

“I DID NOT THREATEN IT!” Lee Know snapped. “Minho.” Seungmin said sharply, “you told it you’d throw it out the window if it beeped at you again.” “It beeped at me disrespectfully.”

Han’s voice echoed from the kitchen: “YOU THINK A RICE COOKER CAN BE DISRESPECTFUL??” “It knows what it did!” At this point you weren’t sure if you were dreaming, hallucinating, or had accidentally stepped into a sitcom. Because within seconds you were surrounded.

Eight men beautiful in completely different ways, chaotic in dangerously similar ways, affectionate in a way that made your heart ache, all staring at you like Felix had just brought home treasure. Chan stepped a little closer, smile gentle. “We’ve heard so much about you,” he said. Hyunjin nodded. “So much.” Han added, “A DISTURBING amount.” Felix gasped. “Guys!”

“You talk about her constantly,” Jeongin confirmed helpfully. “Like, constantly.” Changbin echoed. “Every day.” Seungmin deadpanned. “He even threatened to fight Minho for saying you were probably normal”

“I SAID YOU’RE PROBABLY NICE,” Lee Know corrected. “That’s not what Felix heard.” Han whispered loudly. And Felix red-faced, hiding behind his hands groaned dramatically.,“Oh my god, you guys are ruining EVERYTHING!”

You could feel it already. The spark of something you couldn’t name yet.

You barely had your shoes off before they all descended like affectionate, over-excited golden retrievers in the bodies of ridiculously attractive men. Chan stepped forward first because of course he did, he radiated “responsible dad friend” energy from ten meters away. “Tea? Coffee? Water?” he asked, already moving toward the kitchen. “A hug?” You blinked. “A hug??” He froze mid-step, ears turning pink. “Sorry. Force of habit. Felix brings home people who need hugs. Or… who I think need hugs. I can dial it back.” He smiled softly dimples deep, eyes warm and something inside you short-circuited.

Hyunjin, meanwhile, had apparently taken it upon himself to decide you were cold. He reappeared with a fluffy blanket, draping it over you like some kind of ethereal mother hen. “It’s breezy near the window.” he murmured, tucking a corner near your shoulder. You hadn’t even been standing near the window.

“Hyune,” Seungmin said, unimpressed. “The heater is literally on.” Hyunjin narrowed his eyes. “Let me nurture.” Lee Know circled you once like a suspicious cat evaluating a newcomer. “Are you scared of cats?” he asked abruptly. “Oh uh, no?” “Good. Mine bite. It’s a loyalty test.” You weren’t sure if he was joking. Felix assured you later that he absolutely was not.

Han popped up so close you almost fell back. “HIIII.” he sang, voice bright, “you smell nice.” He paused. Froze. “Was that weird? It felt weird. Okay, I’m gonna walk away and pretend I didn’t say that.” “No!” Felix called. “Stay! She likes you!” “I do?” you whispered. “YOU DO!” Felix declared for you. Han beamed like you’d just adopted him.

Changbin entered carrying an entire pot of pasta with one hand, biceps doing very illegal things. “Hey.” he grinned. “Do you work out?” “Not… really?” “You should.” he said immediately. “I can train you.” “Bin.” Chan sighed, “we talked about this. Stop recruiting guests.” “No. I’m friendly.”

“You tried to make the mailman do squats.” Seungmin reminded him. “And he liked it!” Seungmin himself sat curled on the couch. He stared at you with his deadpan, unbothered face. “…she’s cute.” he announced. You nearly died on the spot. “SEE?” Felix yelled triumphantly. Seungmin shrugged. “I’m just stating facts.”

Jeongin rushed up next. “Do you like games?” he asked breathlessly. “We have games! All of them. Board games. Card games. Rage games. Mario Kart where Han cries every time he loses.” “I DO NOT CRY,” Han shouted from the kitchen. “You cried last time tho.” Jeongin replied calmly. “YOU HIT ME WITH A BLUE SHELL AT THE FINISH LINE!”

You stood there, wrapped in a blanket you didn’t ask for, surrounded by eight beautiful men all talking over each other, offering you drinks, hugs, board games, gym training, and emotional support. And through it all, Felix glowed watching it unfold like his favorite show. “See?” he said, looping his arm through yours, practically vibrating with pride. “I knew you’d fit right in.”

You tried to swallow the laugh bubbling in your chest. Because somehow… impossibly… terrifyingly…You actually did.

Chan’s food is criminally good. He set the bowl in front of you with a shy smile, dimples peeking out. “I hope it’s okay.” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. “I added extra garlic… Felix told me you like garlic.” Felix told him? Felix talks about you that specifically? (Girl duh, it's okay tho i'm clueless too) You took one bite. Your eyes widened. “Chan, this is” “Good?” he asked, giggling softly. “Actually illegal.” you said. He blushed. Actually blushed.

Hyunjin plate-serves you like a prince. You tried to reach for the vegetables and suddenly his hand shot out, spoon already there. “I’ll serve you.” he said, tone soft but firm. “Oh you don’t have to.” “I want to.” he murmured, placing perfect little portions onto your plate. Then he flashed you a smile so stunning you forgot what language was.

Changbin keeps offering “just one more scoop.” You’d barely eaten three bites before he appeared at your side like a buff fairy godmother. “Want more?” “No, I’m good-” He ignored you completely. “One more scoop.” he declared, adding it anyway “You’re small. You need fuel.” “I am not small.” “You’re small.” he insisted gently.

Lee Know cuts your food when you struggle with noodles. You were mid-battle with a piece of stubborn meat when he silently slid your plate closer to him. “I got it.” Lee Know said, already slicing through it with expert precision. “Minho, I can do it-” “No.” he said simply. He returned the plate to you. “Try now.” Your soul left your body.

Han keeps trying to make you laugh. He leaned over the table, narrating Hyunjin’s dramatic expressions like a nature documentary. “Observe: the majestic peacock, preening in hopes of impressing the newcomer.” Hyunjin smacked him with a napkin. You choked on air laughing. Han looked delighted. “YES! That’s the sound I wanted.”

Seungmin steals your drink like you’re already roommates. Halfway through the meal, you reached for your cup… Gone. You turned and there he was, sipping it completely straight-faced. “I just wanted to try it,” he said. No apology. No shame. Then he slid it back to you with one raised brow. “I like it better on you.” What does that even MEAN??

Jeongin sits beside you and imitates your expression every time you react. You took a bite he did the exact same face. You raised your brows so did he. You suppressed a laugh he mirrored it perfectly. At one point you caught him doing it and he froze mid-expression, cheeks going pink. “Sorry.” he murmured. “You’re fun to copy.” Your heart malfunctioned.

And Felix…Felix just watched you. With that radiant, glowing smile, proud and almost emotional. Like he brought you into his world and was witnessing all his favorite things discovering each other. At one point, he leaned close and whispered:

“I knew they’d love you.”

Your chest got warm.

And then the moment that killed you:

You were choking on the meat (Lee Know cut it but you still managed to eat like a fool) and all eight boys snapped toward you like alarmed meerkats.

Chan was already patting your back.

Hyunjin passing you water.

Felix rubbing soothing circles on your arm.

Han panicking loudly.

Changbin offering the Heimlich even though you were definitely NOT choking that badly.

In the chaos, realization hit you like a freight train:

They’re… flirting. (no shit)

All eight of them.

But gently. Like they didn’t want to overwhelm you. Like they were trying to make you feel safe.

Wanted.

Chosen.

When you left, everything changed. You waved goodbye , shy, awkward, blanket still wrapped around your shoulders because Hyunjin insisted you take it “for the cold air outside.” You stepped out the door. The latch clicked.

And instantly...the entire apartment went silent. Eight men stood frozen in place like they’d just witnessed an act of God. Felix was still staring at the door with his hands clasped in front of his chest, smiling like an idiot. For a full five seconds, no one moved. No one breathed.

Han:

“Bro I literally forgot how to breathe.” He collapsed backward onto the couch. “Felix… your friend is dangerously cute. I need oxygen.”

Changbin:

“Same.” He flexed unconsciously. “My body temperature went up like eight degrees. This can’t be healthy.” “Are you saying you’re feverish?” Seungmin asked. “I’m saying I’m SIMPING.”

Jeongin:

“She’s so cute I wanna scream.” “You did scream.” Changbin reminded him. “In my heart!” Jeongin yelled from the blankets.

Seungmin:

“You already screamed.” He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “This is bad. You’re all embarrassing.” But even he couldn’t hide the faint smile tugging at his lips.

Lee Know:

“She’s trouble.” Everyone looked at him. He huffed. “Beautiful trouble.” he corrected, softer. “The kind that makes you forget what you were doing.” Hyunjin gasped dramatically at him. “Minnie… are you BLUSHING?” “SHUT UP.”

Hyunjin:

“I can’t believe it… She wasn’t even trying and she destroyed us.” He kicked his feet like a lovesick teenager. “She smiled at me once and my IQ dropped to single digits.”

Chan:

He exhaled. Long, deep, resigned. “Felix… we like her.”

The room froze. Felix blinked at him. Chan continued, voice soft, almost hesitant: “All of us. I don’t think any of us were subtle. At all.” Seven heads nodded immediately. Even Seungmin. Even Lee Know.

Felix:

“I… figured.” “You WHAT?!” Han shrieked. Felix shrugged weakly, cheeks pink. “You were staring at her like she was the last slice of cheesecake.” The seven boyfriends collectively short-circuited. Chan rubbed his face with both hands. “Lix… you talked about her so much we were already curious. And now that we’ve met her..”

Han: “I’m obsessed.”

Hyunjin: “I’m enchanted.”

Changbin: “I’m in love.”

Seungmin: “I’m considering it.”

Lee Know: “I’d die for her. Maybe.”

Jeongin: “I want her to come back tomorrow.”

Felix was blushing so hard he looks like he’s overheating “…me too.” The room fell quiet again but this time it wasn’t shock. It was realization. Soft, dangerous, overwhelming realization:

They liked you.

All eight of them.

Already.

And the worst part?

They had absolutely zero idea what to do about it.

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Felix 🐥:

did u get home safe??

Your shoulders loosen instantly.

You:

Yeah 💗 just got in

You kick your legs up onto the bed, rolling onto your side.

You:

thank you again for dinner

(and the blanket 😭)

The typing bubbles appear so fast it makes you smile.

Then stop.

Then appear again.

You imagine him pacing. Sitting cross-legged on his bed. Biting his lip.

Felix 🐥:

hyunjin is VERY proud

he says it matches your energy

You snort softly, pressing your face into the pillow.

You:

please thank him before he decides I stole it

A pause.

Then...

Felix 🐥:

chan says drink water

changbin says eat something sweet

han says sorry again

jeongin says next time u HAVE to play games

seungmin says hi

You stare at the message for a long moment.

Next time.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard. You shouldn’t overthink it. It’s just friendliness. They’re warm people. That’s all. Still, you type carefully.

You:

tell them thank you

I had a really nice time 💗

You add a heart without thinking. Then panic slightly after sending it. Your phone is silent longer than before.

Too long.

You roll onto your back, staring at the ceiling again, heart thudding. Did that sound weird? Too much? Too honest? You reach for the blanket and pull it into your arms, hugging it loosely. Your phone buzzes.

Felix 🐥:

they’re smiling

like. a lot.

You laugh quietly.

You:

that makes me happy

Another pause, a bit longer this time.

Felix 🐥:

I’m really glad u came

I wanted them to meet you

Your chest tightens.

You:

I’m glad you invited me

You don’t add anything else. You don’t need to. The conversation slows naturally after that: soft goodnights, Felix reminding you again to text when you wake up, you promising you will. Eventually, you set your phone down. The room settles. You turn off the light. But sleep doesn’t come. Because lying there in the dark, hugging a borrowed blanket, you realize something quietly terrifying:

You weren’t just nervous because you met your friend’s boyfriends. You were nervous because you cared what they thought of you. Because part of you hopes that tonight wasn’t a one-time thing. And as you finally drift off, one thought lingers, warm and impossible to ignore:

What happens the next time I see them?

Back at the Apartment

The door clicks shut. The sound is quiet. Ordinary. And yet it echoes through the apartment like a gunshot. For a second, nobody moves. Felix is still standing by the door, hand half-raised like he might open it again. Like if he waits long enough, you’ll knock and say you forgot something. Like this isn’t over yet. The warmth you left behind hasn’t faded. Your laughter still lingers in the air, soft and unreal. Hyunjin’s blanket is gone from the couch, and the absence of it feels loud.

Chan exhales first. It’s slow. Heavy. Like he’s been holding it in all night. “…okay...” he says quietly. No one responds. Han is the first to break. He drops dramatically onto the couch, arms flung over his face. “I need everyone to understand,” he announces, voice muffled, “that I am NOT okay.” Changbin snorts, but there’s no humor in it. He’s still standing by the table, staring at your empty seat like it might start talking back.

“Bro..” Changbin mutters. “She ate all her food.” “That’s what you’re stuck on?” Seungmin asks from the armchair, eyebrow raised. “She went back for seconds.” Changbin insists, like it’s sacred knowledge. “That means she was comfortable.”

“That means Chan can cook.” Lee Know replies automatically. Chan shakes his head, distracted. “She laughed,” Chan says, almost to himself. “Like- really laughed.” Felix finally turns around. His cheeks are pink. His eyes are bright in that dangerous way the way they get when he’s emotional but hasn’t realized it yet. “I told you.” he says softly. “She’s like that.”

Hyunjin is sitting on the floor, legs stretched out, back against the couch. His sketchbook is open on his lap, but he hasn’t drawn anything since you left. “She didn’t rush.” Hyunjin murmurs. “Did you notice?” Everyone looks at him. “When she talks..” he continues, fingers absently tracing the edge of the page, “she waits. She listens. She doesn’t try to fill the silence.” He swallows. “She didn’t look uncomfortable once.”

Jeongin hugs a pillow to his chest. “She smiled at me when I copied her face.” he says quietly. “She didn’t think it was annoying.” Seungmin glances at him. “That’s because it wasn’t.” he says. “You were… weirdly endearing.” Jeongin beams. Han sits up suddenly.

“Okay but am I insane,” he asks, pointing vaguely toward the door, “or was she flirting?” “No.” Lee Know says immediately. Everyone turns to him. He sighs, rubbing his temple. “She wasn’t flirting. She was being kind.” A pause. “…which is worse.”

Chan lets out a small laugh, not amused, more like resigned. “I caught myself watching her hands.” he admits. Felix’s head snaps up. “What?” “When she talks..” Chan continues, voice quiet but steady. “She uses them a lot. I kept thinking: stop staring. Don’t make her uncomfortable.”

Changbin groans. “Oh thank God,” he says. “I thought I was the only one being creepy.” “You were being creepy,” Seungmin corrects. “Affectionately creepy,” Changbin argues. Felix shifts on his feet. “You guys...” he says, suddenly nervous, “she’s my friend.”

The room stills.

Chan looks at him, expression softening instantly. “Hey.” he says. “We know.” Hyunjin nods. “We wouldn’t cross a line.” Lee Know adds, quieter, “We wouldn’t hurt her.” Felix relaxes a fraction, shoulders dropping. “I just-” he exhales, “I’ve never seen you all act like that.” Han laughs weakly. “Because we’ve never met someone like her.”

Silence again.

Heavy.

Seungmin breaks it.

“Sooo..” he says calmly, like he’s discussing grocery lists, “what do we do now?” Everyone looks at him. “What do you mean, what do we do?” Jeongin asks. “I mean.” Seungmin continues, “she’s not just Felix’s project partner anymore. She’s not just a guest. She’s-” He stops himself.

“Important.” Chan finishes quietly. Felix swallows. “She texted!” he says suddenly. Seven heads snap toward him. “She got home safe.” Felix adds quickly. “She said she had fun.” Han screams into the couch again. Hyunjin smiles softly. Changbin pumps his fist once like he’s won something.

Lee Know closes his eyes briefly. “Yeah.” he mutters. “We’re in trouble.” Chan leans back against the counter, arms crossed, staring at the ceiling. “Let’s not rush.” he says. “She’s not something to… overwhelm.” Felix nods eagerly. “She’s gentle.” he says. “She needs space.”

Seungmin hums. “But she also likes being included.” he says thoughtfully. “She didn’t pull away once.” Jeongin perks up. “So we can invite her again?” Everyone answers at once.

“Yes.”

Felix laughs, overwhelmed. And for the first time since you left, the apartment feels warm again. Because every single one of them is thinking the same thing now.

Please come back.

Next Week

The next week doesn’t announce itself as something important. It doesn’t arrive with fireworks or confessions or dramatic realizations. It comes quietly. In small moments. In habits that form without permission.

It starts on Monday. You meet Felix in the library like usual, same table, same window, same stack of notes and highlighters. The project deadline looms closer, but somehow it feels less like work and more like an excuse now. Felix drops into the chair across from you, grinning. “You survived my boyfriends.” he says proudly. “I think barely.” you reply, smiling despite yourself. He laughs, “You did great. They wouldn’t shut up about you.” You pause. “That sounds… ominous.” “No, no,” Felix says quickly. “Good stuff. Mostly.” But you notice something strange as the hours pass. Felix keeps checking his phone. Not distracted just… aware. Every so often, his lips twitch like he’s holding back a smile. When you finally pack up your things, he hesitates. “Hey..” he says, casual but not quite. “The boys are… nearby. They were gonna grab dinner. Wanna join?” Your first instinct is to say no. Not because you don’t want to...but because you do.

Too much.

You hesitate just long enough for Felix to notice. “No pressure.” he adds immediately. “We can rain-check.”

You think about Chan’s cooking.

Hyunjin’s quiet attention.

Lee Know’s dry comments.

Han’s laughter.

Seungmin’s watchful calm.

Changbin’s warmth.

Jeongin’s enthusiasm.

You exhale. “…okay.” Felix lights up like he just won the lottery.

By Tuesday, it’s coffee. You didn’t even plan it. You just mentioned offhandedly that you were tired. Felix frowned, typed something, and five minutes later Chan was standing awkwardly near your table with two cups. “I hope this is okay,” he says. “Felix said you like oat milk?” You blink. “I-uh yeah.” He smiles, relieved. “Good.” He doesn’t stay long. Just long enough to ask about your classes. To wish you luck on your quiz. To remind you to eat. But when he leaves, your coffee tastes warmer than it should.

Wednesday is the group chat. You didn’t ask to be added. Felix just casually says, “Oh, by the way..” and suddenly your phone is lighting up like a Christmas tree. Han sends a meme immediately. Jeongin sends a poll about games. Changbin asks if you’re eating enough protein. Hyunjin sends a picture of the sky. Lee Know reacts to nothing with a cat sticker. Seungmin just says: welcome. You stare at your screen, overwhelmed.

By Thursday, it’s routine. You stop by the apartment after class “just for a bit.” Chan is cooking. Changbin is helping. Seungmin is doing homework at the table. Han and Jeongin are arguing loudly over something unimportant. Hyunjin is sketching. Lee Know is pretending not to watch you take your shoes off. No one makes a big deal out of it, no one hovers. And somehow that makes it worse.

Chan hands you a drink without asking. Hyunjin pulls out a chair. Jeongin scoots closer without thinking. Seungmin listens when you talk, like really listens. Han watches your reactions like they’re his favorite thing. Changbin saves you the last bite. Lee Know mutters reminders you pretend not to hear. Felix watches it all, heart full and terrified.

Friday is when it hits you. You’re walking home alone, phone buzzing with messages from all of them jokes, reminders, pictures of cats, complaints about Han. And it dawns on you, quietly and unmistakably: You miss them when you’re not there.

Not one of them.

All of them.

In different ways.

In ways that don’t feel dangerous yet, but might become so.

Saturday is movie night. You sit on the floor, back against the couch. Felix beside you. Jeongin leaning over your shoulder. Hyunjin stretched out nearby. Chan on the armrest. Changbin and Han arguing softly. Seungmin pretending not to enjoy it. Lee Know silently passing you snacks. At some point, without realizing it, you relax. Your head tips back resting against Chan’s knee.

He freezes. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Just gently adjusts so you’re more comfortable. No one comments. No one teases. Felix notices. He doesn’t say anything but his heart races.

By Sunday night, it’s undeniable. You’re not just visiting anymore. You belong. And inside the apartment, after you leave the silence returns. But this time it’s different. It’s heavier. Because now, all of them know this isn’t a phase. This isn’t curiosity. It's attachment. And it’s growing.

It happens on a day that feels completely ordinary. That’s the worst part. It’s Thursday. You’re on campus earlier than usual, tucked into your favorite corner of the café with your laptop open and headphones half-on. Felix texted that he’d be late group meeting ran long so you figured you’d get a head start on notes. You’re halfway through highlighting a paragraph when someone clears their throat. You look up. “Oh- hey,” you say, surprised. It’s a guy from one of your lectures. You’ve talked before. Not much. Enough to recognize each other. Enough to be polite.

“Mind if I sit?” he asks, gesturing to the empty chair. You shrug. “Sure.” Across campus, five minutes away, Chan is stirring soup. Felix mentions it first. “Oh.” he says casually, scrolling through his phone as he walks back from class with Chan and Seungmin. “Y/N said she’s at the café.” Chan hums. “Studying?” “Yeah. I think so.” Seungmin glances up. “Alone?” Felix hesitates. “…not anymore.” Chan doesn’t react. At least not outwardly. He just nods once and keeps walking. But something tightens in his chest, slow and unfamiliar.

Back at the café, you’re laughing. Not loudly. Not exaggerated. The guy says something dumb about the professor. You snort before you can stop yourself, clapping a hand over your mouth. “Sorry.” you say, smiling. “It’s cute.” he replies without thinking. You blink, surprised. Before you can respond, your phone buzzes.

Felix 🐥:

u still at the café?

You type back quickly.

You:

yeah! studying a bit

You hesitate. Then add:

You:

ran into someone from class

You don’t think much of it.

But Felix does.

By the time Felix gets there, Chan has already spiraled into quiet observation mode. He doesn’t say anything just sits beside Felix on the couch, hands clasped, listening as Felix rambles. “She said she’d come by later.” Felix says. “Probably after she finishes-” He stops. Chan’s jaw tightens. “What?” Felix looks up. “What?” “…nothing.” Chan says too quickly. “Just... who’s she with?” Felix frowns. “Uh. Some guy from her lecture.”

Seungmin looks up from his phone slowly. “Guy.” he repeats. Felix blinks. “Yeah?” Han, who’s been lying on the floor, suddenly sits up. “Guy guy?” he asks. Changbin emerges from the kitchen. “Why are we saying guy like that?” Lee Know, arms crossed near the window, scoffs softly. “She’s allowed to have friends.” Everyone agrees. And yet when you finally show up that evening, you can feel it.

The apartment greets you the same way it always does: Chan’s smile, Hyunjin’s soft hello, Jeongin bouncing over but something underneath is… off.

Like a string pulled a little too tight.

“Hey.” you say, slipping your shoes off. “Sorry I’m late.” “No worries.” Chan says easily. Hyunjin watches you longer than usual. “Did studying go well?” Seungmin asks. “Yeah.” you reply. “Ended up talking more than studying though.” Felix laughs. “Classic you.” Chan doesn’t. He doesn’t realize he’s staring until Lee Know clears his throat sharply. You don’t notice.

Dinner is quieter. Han tries a joke. It lands. But he watches Chan afterward, like he’s checking the temperature of the room. Changbin offers you more food. You take it. Lee Know nods approvingly. But when you laugh again Chan’s eyes flick to your mouth before he looks away.

It hits during cleanup. You’re drying dishes beside Chan, shoulders nearly touching. Comfortable. Familiar. “Who was the guy?” Chan asks suddenly. You glance at him. “Huh?” “Felix said you ran into someone.” “Oh! Yeah,” you say easily. “Just a classmate. We were killing time.” Chan hums. “…he seem nice?” You smile. “I guess? Didn’t really think about it.” Something in Chan’s expression shifts.

Relief. Followed immediately by guilt. Because why should he feel relieved? Later, Hyunjin corners Felix in the hallway. “You okay?” Hyunjin asks quietly. Felix blinks. “Yeah. Why?” Hyunjin exhales. “Chan’s spiraling.” Felix stiffens. “What?” “He won’t admit it but...” Hyunjin says gently. “he didn’t like imagining her with someone else.” Felix’s heart drops. “Oh.”

It’s Lee Know who says it out loud. After you leave. Lee Know scoffs, rubbing his face. “We’re fucked.” Changbin laughs nervously. “That’s dramatic.” “No.” Lee Know replies. “That’s accurate.” Han groans. “I hated it.” Jeongin looks up. “Hated what?” “Knowing,” Han says softly, “that someone else could make her laugh.” Chan closes his eyes. “I don’t want to feel like this.” he admits quietly.

Felix sits down hard on the couch. “Guys..” he says. “She’s not ours.” No one argues. That’s what scares them. That night, you get a text. From Chan.

Chan🐺:

Did you get home safe?

You smile.

You:

Yeah 😊 thanks for tonight

Chan🐺:

If someone ever makes you uncomfortable… you can tell us.

Or me.

Your chest warms.

You:

I know. Thank you.

You don’t see him stare at the message long after. Wondering when he crossed the line. And that’s the first jealousy.

Not loud.

Not angry.

Not possessive.

Just the quiet, terrifying realization:

They don’t just like you.

They’re afraid of losing you.

And none of them know what to do with that yet.

You don’t notice it all at once. It would’ve been easier if you had. If someone had said something obvious. If there had been an argument. If the energy had snapped instead of stretched.

Like how Chan asks if you’re tired more often. Not casually, not like before. Like he’s checking something. Or how Hyunjin watches your face when someone else makes you laugh his smile still there, but softer now, thoughtful, like he’s filing the moment away. Or how Lee Know suddenly positions himself closer when you sit down, not touching, never touching, just there.

At first, you tell yourself it’s nothing. They’re affectionate people. They’ve always been warm. This is just… familiarity settling in.

Right?

Tuesday is when you really feel it. You’re at the apartment again, it’s become normal enough that you don’t even hesitate anymore. Shoes off. Bag down. Greeting everyone by name. It feels like home. And maybe that’s why the shift stands out. Han is quieter tonight. He laughs when you laugh, but it’s delayed, like he’s thinking before letting it happen. Changbin hovers near the kitchen, watching you out of the corner of his eye, offering food but not insisting the way he usually does. Seungmin listens, still does, but his gaze lingers longer, brows knitting slightly when you trail off mid-sentence.

You feel it most when you sit down. The couch is the same. But the space around you feels… curated. Intentional. You don’t know how else to describe it. Jeongin plops down beside you, bright as ever, but his shoulder presses a little closer than usual. You glance at him and he smiles innocently. Hyunjin shifts on the floor, adjusting his position until he’s facing you more directly. Lee Know crosses his arms, eyes flicking briefly to the hallway when someone’s phone buzzes.

And Chan..

Chan is watching everything. It makes you uneasy. Not in a bad way, rather nervous. Like you’ve walked into a room mid-conversation and everyone’s pretending they weren’t just talking about you. You try to shake it off. You joke, smile, relax back into the rhythm that’s started to feel natural.

The tension peaks in the smallest moment. You’re telling a story, something dumb, about a guy from your lecture who completely misread a slide and confidently explained it wrong for ten minutes. You’re laughing, shaking your head. “And he was SO sure,” you say. “Like- absolutely fearless.” Han laughs softly. Jeongin giggles. Felix snorts. But Chan stiffens.

You don’t see it but you feel the atmosphere dip. Hyunjin’s eyes flick to Chan. Lee Know notices immediately. Seungmin pauses mid-sip. You trail off, confused. “…what?” Chan blinks, like he’s been pulled back into the room. “Sorry.” he says quickly. “I spaced out.” You nod, but the warmth has shifted. Felix catches your eye, just for a second, concern flickers across his face.

Later, when you’re helping Felix pack up notes in his room, you finally say it. “Hey..” you murmur. “Did I do something weird tonight?” Felix looks up instantly. “What? No. Why?” “I don’t know...” you admit. “It just felt… different.” Felix hesitates just long enough for your stomach to twist. “…they’re just tired.” he says finally. “You know, busy week.” You don’t fully believe it but you nod anyway.

The real moment comes two days later. You’re at the café again alone this time scrolling through notes when Chan texts you.

Chan🐺:

Are you busy?

You smile.

You:

Just studying. What’s up?

Chan🐺:

If you want company… I can come by.

Your heart jumps.

You:

Yeah, I’d like that.

When he arrives, he’s quieter than usual. Still kind. Still attentive. But there’s a carefulness to him now. Like he’s choosing every word. When someone from your class waves at you from another table, Chan’s eyes follow instinctively. He doesn’t say anything but his jaw tightens. And suddenly it clicks.

Oh.

That night, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, it all lines up. The way they watch you when you enter a room. The way conversations stall when someone else gets your attention. The way Felix looks torn between pride and worry. The way Chan checks in more often. The way Hyunjin studies your expressions. The way Lee Know guards space around you without realizing it.

They’re not just being friendly.

They’re not just being protective.

They’re-

Your phone buzzes. A message from Felix.

Felix 🐥:

u okay?

You type back slowly.

You:

Yeah. Just thinking.

Felix… can I ask you something sometime?

The dots appear immediately.

Felix 🐥:

of course 💗 anytime

You set the phone down. Your heart is racing. Because you’re starting to understand the tension. And worse, you’re starting to feel it too.

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Somehow your presence seemed to stretch and fill the space in a way you weren’t expecting. Felix’s voice came first. “You’re here! Perfect timing!” Your chest tightened. His smile was bright, but there was a nervous edge you hadn’t seen ever before.

Your eyes started scanning the room. Chan. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed lightly. Usually, he would have smiled immediately, maybe teased you for being late. But now he was still, eyes following your movements, and his gaze wasn’t playful. It was sharp.

Hyunjin, sprawled on the floor with his sketchbook, didn’t even try to hide it. Pencil hovering midair, he glanced up, then quickly down, then up again. Every line on his page seemed to pause in anticipation. The way his eyes lingered on yours longer then usual, made your stomach flutter.

Lee Know leaned casually against the wall near the window, arms crossed. At first, he looked like he wasn’t paying attention, but your instinct caught him. The slight stiffness of his shoulders, the way his gaze followed your every step, subtle enough that anyone else wouldn’t notice, it made your heart skip.

Han, sprawled lazily across the couch, grinned when he saw you. “Hey!” he called. But even his loud, careless voice had a sharp edge tonight. He watched reactions instead of you, eyes flicking to the others, observing how they were reacting to you.

Seungmin sat upright in his usual chair, calm and composed as always, but now every tilt of his head, every subtle adjustment in posture, felt like he was quietly cataloging every detail about you.

Changbin hovered near the kitchen, not saying anything, just making sure your entrance was noticed. Every time you glanced in his direction, he smiled faintly, like he had something unspoken he desperately wanted to say, but couldn’t yet.

Jeongin grinned, bright and cheerful, imitating a gesture you had made seconds before. His eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was slight nervousness behind them.

And then there was Felix. Standing awkwardly near the table, fidgeting with a pen, shifting from foot to foot. His smile was bright, sure, but if anyone looked too long they could've seen the way he was constantly fidgeting.

You swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how heavy the atmosphere felt. You could practically feel the tension in the air, a slow, careful, unspoken alignment of attention. Every glance, every subtle movement, every half-smile in their direction was layered with meaning, and your chest beat faster as realization started to creep in. And for the first time, you understood what Felix had been trying to warn you about, before you even knew you needed a warning.

You took a cautious step inside. “Uh…” you murmured. “Hi?” Chan’s gaze softened for a fraction, and he leaned just slightly forward, like he was testing whether you were steady. Hyunjin’s pencil scratched against the page again. Lee Know shifted imperceptibly closer, making room for you without a word. Felix exhaled through his nose, the tension in his shoulders relaxing just slightly as he realized you’d entered. “Hey Sunny!” he said again, quieter this time, but steadier. “Glad you’re here.”

The apartment didn’t feel like a room full of people anymore. It felt like it had shrunk, focused, coiled around you, eight hearts bending slowly, carefully, toward your center. And your stomach did a flip. Because now, finally, you were starting to notice them noticing you.

Felix cleared his throat, the sound breaking the tension like a soft crack of lightning. “Sunny…” His voice was low, hesitant, almost shy. “I… I think we need to talk.” You blinked, heart fluttering. “Oh?” He shifted, hands brushing over the edge of the table. “I mean… not talk-talk.” he added, rushing to clarify, “but…I can’t…we can’t…I just…” He trailed off, and suddenly the rest of the room seemed to hold its breath.

Chan stepped a little closer to the group, carefully watching Felix without interrupting. “We… we’ve been feeling something,” he said slowly, deliberately. “All of us. And it’s been growing, and we can’t ignore it anymore.” Your stomach flipped again. You weren’t sure if you were hearing right, or imagining the layers of attention threading through the air around you.

Hyunjin leaned forward, pencil hovering midair. “Every time you laugh, every time you frown, every little gesture…it affects me. Us.” Minho smirked, arms crossed, still leaning against the wall. “We’ve all been pretending to be casual. But it’s not casual. Not anymore. Not with you here.” Han flopped dramatically onto the couch, one hand thrown behind his head. “It’s sooo obvious.” he said, voice playful but serious. “We’re…all whipped. And it’s driving us crazyy.”

Changbin stepped slightly closer, adjusting the plate of snacks he’d been holding, though you could tell it was more for composure than need. “We’re really into you.” he said simply, not loudly, but firmly, eyes steady. Jeongin bounced around the room, grinning. “I told you!” he exclaimed, and then caught himself, softening into a laugh. “Okay, maybe not like that but uhm yeah, we all like you. A lot.”

And then Felix, finally gathering the courage, extended his hand toward yours, hovering carefully. “Sunny… we like you. All of us. And we…we can’t hide it anymore.” The room shifted. It wasn’t chaos, exactly. It wasn’t overwhelming.

Chan’s hand brushed yours next, lingering just long enough to ground you. Hyunjin’s gaze softened, following every reaction you made. Lee Know subtly shifted closer, protective yet non-intrusive. Han’s playful grin was tempered with awareness, Seungmin’s steady composure was reassuring, Changbin hovered near with pride, Jeongin’s bouncing movements reflected pure joy. And all the while, Felix’s nervous fingers finally met yours fully, warmth and excitement coursing through both of you.

You swallowed, chest tight, heart racing, the full weight of their devotion washing over you. Eight boys, all gentle, all deliberate, all wholly devoted. And the realization hit you: they were completely, utterly, irrevocably whipped for you.

And for the first time, standing in the middle of their collective attention, you realized…you belonged here. All of you, tangled in this chaos, and you were ready to let it unfold.

Chan’s gaze shifted as he leaned just a fraction closer, careful not to invade your space. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly, voice low, steady, almost protective. “You…seem tense.” “I-I’m fine,” you stammered, but your stomach fluttered at the intensity of his attention. Hyunjin’s sketchbook was forgotten on the floor, his pencil tapping lightly against the page. “We just want to make sure you’re seeing us as we are.” he murmured, not meeting your eyes at first. Then he did, and the softness there made your heart twist. “We can’t hide it anymore. Any of it.”

Felix's breath hitched slightly. “Y/N… we like you. All of us. And… we can’t hide it anymore.” You swallowed again, chest tight. You realized: they weren’t just teasing, flirting, or being affectionate, they were showing you, piece by piece, how much they cared. All of them. Each in their own way. And slowly, carefully, the weight of their devotion began to sink in. Your lips parted, unsure what to say.

Felix’s hand was still holding yours, trembling slightly, but warm. Chan was leaning just a fraction closer, Hyunjin’s pencil forgotten entirely, Lee Know’s posture relaxed but protective, Han’s grin softer, Seungmin’s steady gaze unblinking, Changbin hovering like a silent sentinel, and Jeongin bouncing lightly, eyes sparkling with excitement.

You swallowed, heart racing. “I…” you started, but the words got caught in your throat. Felix’s thumb brushed yours gently, grounding you. “It’s okay.” he whispered, voice low and steady. “Take your time.”

And you did. You looked at them, one by one, noticing everything: the tiny quirks you loved, the subtle gestures you’d already felt, the nervous anticipation threaded through each movement. Eight boys, all patient, waiting for you to make the first move in your own way. “I-I don’t even know what to say.” you admitted softly, voice trembling. “It’s a lot…all of you, caring like this…”

Chan stepped forward a fraction, careful not to crowd you, but close enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence. “Y/N, it’s okay. We don’t need words. We just…” He paused, then smiled softly, “We just want you to know how we feel. And we want you to feel safe with us.” Hyunjin added, voice quiet but firm, “We don’t expect you to jump in all at once. We hope you’ll let yourself be here with us.”

Lee Know leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, smirk tugging at his lips. “We’re not going anywhere. And neither are we going to pressure you. Just be with us.”

Felix’s thumb traced patterns on your hand, heart practically echoing through his touch. “Sunny…if you’re willing…if you feel the same way, even a little, then we’ll follow you, always.”

Your chest tightened so much it hurt. You swallowed again, looked at each of them, and felt it every heartbeat, every subtle movement, every small gesture of care. Eight hearts had been waiting for you to realize it, and now… it was your turn. “I…” you began, breath shaky. You let your fingers thread through theirs, feeling the warmth, the pulse, the presence of each boy surrounding you. “I-I want to be with all of you.”

A collective exhale rippled through the room. Chan’s lips curved into a relieved smile. Felix’s grin practically lit up the room, Hyunjin’s shoulders relaxed, Lee Know’s smirk softened into something fond, Han flopped dramatically with a shout of victory, Seungmin nodded once, approvingly calm, Changbin’s proud smile beamed, and Jeongin practically vibrated with joy.

You exhaled, leaning back slightly, letting the weight of it all settle around you. “Okay...” you whispered, barely audible over the soft hum of contentment. “I’m all yours.”

And in that moment, the apartment felt impossibly alive, wrapped in laughter, gentle chaos, and devotion. Eight hearts, one more, finally in harmony with your own.

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The apartment door clicks open quietly. Chan slips inside. You’re curled up on the couch, hoodie two sizes too big, hair loose and messy, laptop still open on your lap even though the screen’s gone dark. He stops in his tracks. “Hey, baby.” he says softly. You look up and smile tiredly. “Hi Channie.” You murmur, rubbing your eyes. He watches the way your shoulders slump the second you see him. The way your eyes soften but don’t quite focus. The way you don’t even try to close the laptop.

Chan drops his bag by the door and kneels in front of you instead. He lifts the laptop off your legs and sets it aside. You protest weakly. “I was-” “I know.” he murmurs. “You were working.” His hands come to rest on your knees. Warm and steady. “You’ve been ‘just finishing’ for three days.” You swallow. “You’re exhausted, baby.” You shrug. “So are you.” He smiles faintly. “That’s not the point.”

Chan presses his forehead to your knee for a moment, grounding himself. Then he looks up again. “Come on.” he says. “Up.” The shower is already warm by the time you realize what he’s doing. Chan steps behind you, guiding you gently, like you might break if he moves too fast.

He peels your hoodie off, careful not to tug your hair, helps you out of your rings, and sets them on the counter in the exact order you always do. You watch him through half-lidded eyes. “You don’t have to do all this.” you murmur. “I want to.” he replies simply. The water hits your shoulders, and you melt instantly. Chan stays close, not touching at first, just there, making sure you’re steady.

When your head tips forward, he reaches out automatically, fingers sliding into your hair, thumbs massaging gently at your temples. “You’ve been carrying everything on your own again.” he murmurs, and your throat tightens. “I didn’t want to bother you.” Chan exhales sharply. “You’re never a bother.”

He rests his forehead against the back of your head. “You take care of me like all the time. Let me do it too.” Your shoulders shake slightly under the water as tears fill your eyes. Chan’s arms wrap around you immediately. “I’ve got you, angel.” he whispers. “You don’t have to be strong right now.”

Later, you’re wrapped in blankets on the couch. Hair still damp, face clean, body heavy in that good, post-shower way. Chan hands you a mug of tea, warm and sweet. “You remembered my favorite.” you mumble. He smiles. “Always.” You sip slowly, eyes fluttering shut.

Chan sits beside you, pulling you gently into his chest. Your head fits perfectly under his chin. He presses a kiss to your hair. “Tomorrow.” he says quietly, “we’re both taking a break.” You hum. “You sure?” He tightens his arms slightly. “I’ll make them wait.” Your fingers curl into his shirt. “That’s my leader.” you murmur sleepily. He laughs softly, the sound vibrating against your cheek. “Only because you take care of me too.”

The tea cools between your hands. Your breathing has already evened out against Chan’s chest, your body finally giving in now that it knows it’s safe. Chan does notice. He watches the way your fingers loosen around the mug, how your shoulders sink fully into him for the first time all day. He gently takes the cup from your hands before it can spill, setting it on the table with care.

You murmur something unintelligible, nose pressing further into his hoodie. Chan smiles faintly. “Sleep, love.” he whispers. “I’ve got you.” He doesn’t move for a long time. His arm is wrapped around your waist, hand warm and steady at your side. The other brushes slow, repetitive patterns into your arm, grounding and familiar. You’d done this for him so many times. When he came home wired from producing, when practice ran too long, when the weight of leading pressed down harder than usual. You’d sat him down, made him eat., taken his phone away, and told him to rest.

Now it’s his turn. He presses a soft kiss to your temple. “You’re allowed to lean on me, too.” he murmurs, mostly to himself. Eventually, he shifts carefully, lifting you with practiced ease. You barely stir, arms instinctively looping around his neck. “Channiee…” you whisper. “I know.” he replies softly. “Just taking you to bed.” The bedroom is dark and quiet.

He lays you down gently, tugging the blankets up around you like he’s afraid you’ll get cold. He changes quickly, before slipping in beside you. The moment he does, you turn toward him. Always. Chan exhales slowly, wrapping both arms around you.

“Goodnight, baby.” he whispers. You don’t answer, but your fingers tighten slightly, and that’s enough. He closes his eyes, too, heart finally slowing. Tomorrow can wait, for now, this is where you belong.

Right here.

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HI BABIESS HOPE YOU ENJOYED, I'M A LITTLE SICK RN AND LAYED IN BED FOR LIKE A WEEK😭😭 I FINALLY FINISHED READING THE SHADOW AND BONE TRILOGY AND BOUGHT SIX OF CROWS AND CROOKED KINGDOM😼😼

~Kitty

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