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jongseob had tried to ignore you for over an hour. his glasses kept slipping down his nose from how many times he’d looked down at his workbook, only to be distracted again by the soft hum of your voice, your hand brushing too close to his thigh, your lazy giggles every time you caught him squirming. he had begged you. begged. to let him get through at least this one chapter. he had a physics quiz tomorrow. he needed this grade.

but you were no help.

you were wearing his hoodie, but nothing underneath. he could see the soft curve of your bare thighs where you sat across from him on the bed, feet tangled together. his pen had dropped somewhere near your knee. you’d made a show of picking it up. slow, stretching just enough for the hem to ride up and flash the pretty dip between your thighs. jongseob had choked, muttered a breathless “please, stop” that didn’t sound convincing at all.

you: “stop what?”

your voice was all syrup, all innocent cruelty. he looked up from the page, cheeks already red.

j: “you know what you’re doing…”

he did that thing again where he licked his lips and immediately regretted it. you watched him. your hand crept forward. fingers slipped up to where his lap was covered by a too-thin blanket.

you: “you’re so tense. i’m helping you relax.”

j: “i… i c-can’t focus if you-”

you crawled across the mattress until your face was in his neck, until your hand was curled around his cock through his sweats, rubbing slow just to hear the way he whimpered. jongseob was panting already, his eyes screwed shut behind his glasses. he looked so helpless. head tilted back, adam’s apple twitching, body trembling just from your palm. he always got like this when you teased him. but tonight he cracked.

your palm squeezed. his hips bucked. he grabbed your wrist.

j: “n-no. no more.”

you blinked. surprised by the edge in his tone, even more surprised when he pushed your hand away and shoved the book off the bed. he stared at you for a second, like he wasn’t sure he meant to do that, then swallowed hard.

j: “lay down.”

you tilted your head, smirking.

you: “are you mad at me?”

j: “yes. lay down.”

his voice, shaking.

your heart thudded. you obeyed. and for a second you thought he might crumble again. but he didn’t. jongseob took off his glasses and set them down like he was about to perform surgery. his hands were trembling as he hovered over you. he stared down at your body like he wasn’t allowed to touch it, like one wrong move would make you disappear.

then he touched you. slowly, cautiously. his palm on your stomach, dragging up to cup your chest under the hoodie. you gasped. he whimpered.

j: “i’m not supposed to… but you’re not letting me study… so…”

you didn’t even get the chance to tease him again. because suddenly he was kissing your neck, then lower, licking across your chest with shaky, eager breaths, mumbling little curses into your skin. your hoodie bunched up to your ribs. he slid down between your thighs, face red, hands gripping your hips like he needed permission.

j: “can i… can i taste you?”

you nodded. breathless. he licked his lips and dropped his head, burying it between your legs with a desperate moan like he’d needed this more than air. his tongue was clumsy at first. nervous, unsure. but he made up for it with how hungry he was. whining softly, mouth dragging over you again and again until your back arched.

you were tugging his hair before long, thighs trembling around his head. and still he didn’t stop. your teasing was long forgotten. jongseob was shaking, humping the mattress, fully red in the face while he licked you through your moans. you tried to pull him up, he refused.

j: “not until you cum. i… i want it. please…”

you came with his name tangled on your tongue, body writhing under his mouth. when he finally pulled away, his lips were wet, eyes glazed. you tugged him up by the hoodie strings and kissed him, catching your own taste on his tongue.

he moaned into your mouth. hips twitching against your thigh.

you: “you still mad?”

j: “i need to fuck you.”

jongseob whimpered. pulled your hips into his lap. and the studying was forgotten.

his hands were shaking so hard you almost took over for him. almost. but something in the way he looked at you made you still. like he needed to be the one to do this. like he’d finally snapped and couldn’t bear being teased anymore without giving something back. his fingers fumbled with the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down with a soft, breathless gasp when your thighs spread.

j: “i-i don’t know if i can do it right… just… tell me if i mess up.”

he was already hard, tenting his sweats, the head of his cock damp and obvious through the fabric. you could see how bad he wanted it, wanted you. and yet even now, he hesitated, hovering over your body like he was afraid he might break you.

you reached down and tugged at his waistband.

you: “take these off. you’re already leaking, seob.”

he whined softly, almost embarrassed, but obeyed. his sweats dropped, cock springing free. pretty and flushed, twitching from the pressure he’d built up all night. when he climbed between your thighs, he lined himself up, eyes locked to yours like he was waiting for you to stop him. you didn’t.

he pushed in with a shaky breath.

j: “f-fuck… it’s warm… you’re warm…”

his voice broke as he bottomed out, hips trembling above yours. you moaned under him, hands gripping his arms as he sank deeper, cock stretching you open inch by inch. he wasn’t rough. he didn’t know how to be rough, but he was hungry.

he started moving slowly. short thrusts, hips stuttering as he tried to keep control. you could feel how hard he was trying to hold back. biting his lip, forehead damp, little whimpers slipping through when your walls clenched.

you: “faster. don’t hold back, seob.”

j: “i-i can’t… i’ll cum too fast- fuck-”

but his hips picked up anyway. the slick sound of skin against skin filled the room, his cock dragging deep with each thrust. he leaned in, hiding his face in your neck. moaning every time you clenched around him, panting your name like a prayer.

j: “you feel so good, i c-can’t think- y-you kept teasing, i- mmph-”

you dug your nails into his back and rocked your hips up to meet him. he gasped, pace faltering.

you: “gonna cum already?”

j: “n-no- i mean- y-yeah- i’m trying not to- fuck, i can’t-”

he started shaking. the moment your walls clenched again, his whole body stiffened and he moaned so sweet and high in your ear. his cock throbbed as he spilled inside you, hips jerking through each pulse, breath ragged and broken.

j: “s-sorry- i didn’t last… i didn’t…”

you: “you didn’t even try to hold back, seobie.”

j: “i-i couldn’t help it. you were so tight. so warm. i… i c-can go again though. i’ll make you cum. just give me a second-”

he pulled out slowly, cock softening but still twitching. you felt the wetness leak down your thighs. he watched it with wide eyes, cheeks flushed, hands already fumbling to touch you again. this time with less hesitation.

j: “i-i wanna taste it… all of it… gonna make you cum with my mouth again, please-”

and just like that, nerdy, flustered jongseob had dropped back to his knees between your thighs. studying abandoned. quiz forgotten. only you in his mind now. his only subject, his favorite test.

this time it was different. messier. needier. his tongue lapped through the slick mix of you and him like he’d lost control of himself. moaning, licking, gasping when your hips bucked and your thighs tightened around his head. he didn’t slow down.

he growled into your pussy.

j: “keep your legs open. don’t move.”

his voice was muffled, low, soaked in heat and embarrassment and command. you gasped, already twitching under his tongue, barely able to handle how sloppy he was. his hands dug into your thighs, thumbs spreading you wider as he focused on your clit. sucking and flicking his tongue, messy and insistent.

you reached for his hair, but he caught your wrist and pinned it to the bed.

j: “let me do it. i’m not stopping until you cum.”

his mouth was everywhere. soft licks, sharp flicks, his lips wrapping around your clit just right. and every time your hips twitched, he pressed them back down like he was memorizing what made you squirm. his cock was still twitching, half-hard against the bed, drooling onto the sheets. but he didn’t care. not yet.

you: “seob- fuck- baby i’m-”

j: “cum. cum on my tongue, please.”

you broke with a gasp. hips jerking, body arching into his face as your orgasm hit, hot and blinding and so much after how long he’d teased you. he held you down through it, lapping up everything you gave him, moaning like he was getting off from your taste alone.

he didn’t stop until your legs were trembling. until your cunt twitched under his tongue, overstimulated and soaked. then he finally looked up. mouth and chin glossy, face flushed, eyes wild.

j: “did i… do okay?”

you nodded weakly. and he smiled, proud but still a little shy, crawling up your body to kiss you with his cum-slick lips.

j: “i think i wanna study like this from now on.”

you laughed breathlessly, pulling him back down.

you: “who knew nerds were so good with their tongues.”

j: “i’ll get better. i swear. just… let me try again later.”

you grinned. he already was.

Hongjoong didn’t even look up from his own phone, though his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. He remained unnervingly calm. "She's mad because I forgot that specific, limited-edition book she asked me to pick up in London. I know I heard her, and I know she reminded me about a dozen times, but it completely slipped my mind in the chaos of the airport."

Seonghwa sighed, shaking his head. "She's been talking about that book for weeks. You know how she gets when you forget something important, especially when she’s been looking forward to it."

From the kitchen, the sounds of your anger escalated. You were aggressively preparing a cup of coffee, the metal spoon clinking violently against the ceramic mug. You marched back out, clutching the steaming cup, and slammed it down onto the coffee table with a thud, hot liquid sloshing over the rim. You didn’t say a word, but your eyes locked onto Hongjoong’s with a fierce, burning intensity. You glared at him, your chest heaving slightly, before you turned on your heel and stomped back down the hallway, leaving the two men in a deafening silence.

Seonghwa watched you go, his expression shifting from concern to pure bewilderment. He leaned closer to Hongjoong, keeping his voice strictly hushed. "Are you going to do something about this? She looks ready to burn the place down. How are you planning to fix it?"

Hongjoong finally looked up, offering a casual, almost smug shrug of his shoulders. "I already ordered it online yesterday. It’s supposed to arrive by courier tomorrow morning."

Seonghwa blinked, surprised. "Wait, so you fixed it? Did you tell her? Does she know it’s coming?"

Hongjoong shook his head slowly, his eyes fixed on the doorway where you had vanished. "Not yet."

"Why not?" Seonghwa pressed, genuinely baffled by his leader's strategy. "Why let her stay this mad if you already solved the problem?"

Hongjoong didn't get the chance to answer. You stormed past them again, your coffee cup now empty, headed back toward the bedroom. You didn't acknowledge them, but your icy demeanor remained firmly in place, sending a clear message that the grudge was very much active.

Once you had rounded the corner and the sound of your bedroom door slamming shut echoed through the hallway, Hongjoong finally relaxed his posture. A slow, mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he turned his attention back to his bandmate. He leaned back into the cushions, looking far too pleased for a man currently in the doghouse.

"You really don't get it, do you, Hwa?" Hongjoong murmured, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and genuine affection. He sighed softly, shaking his head as if he were letting Seonghwa in on a secret. "She is just incredibly hot when she’s mad like that. I honestly wouldn't mind letting her stay angry for a little while longer."

Seonghwa

The front door clicked open, and the sound of your heels clicking against the entryway floor was the signal Seonghwa had been dreading for the last hour. He sat on the edge of the sofa, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He had tried to be helpful, really, he had. You had left your favorite silk dress in the washer, and he thought he’d save you the trouble by moving it to the dryer before you got home.

Except, in his haste, he hadn’t checked the label. He’d cranked the heat up high, and by the time he realized his mistake, the damage was already done.

You walked into the living room, your face softening the moment you saw him. You leaned down, pressing a sweet, unsuspecting kiss to his cheek. "Hey, baby," you chirped, your voice bright. "Did you manage to pull my dress out of the dryer? I’m hoping to wear it tonight for dinner."

Seonghwa felt the blood drain from his face. He forced a smile that felt more like a grimace and nodded slowly. "Yeah. It's... it’s out."

"You're a lifesaver," you said, beaming at him before turning toward the laundry room.

Seonghwa held his breath, bracing himself. He didn't have to wait long. A sharp, guttural scream erupted from the back of the house, followed by the distinct sound of a hanger clattering against the wall. He flinched, his shoulders hunching up toward his ears.

A moment later, you stormed back into the living room, a crumpled, shrunken piece of fabric held aloft in your grip like a crime scene piece of evidence. You looked like you were vibrating with fury.

"Explain this," you demanded, your voice trembling with rage as you thrust the mangled dress toward his face. "Seonghwa, please, just tell me how this happened."

He stood up slowly, keeping his hands raised in a placating gesture. "I... I wasn't as attentive as I should have been. I’m so sorry, I didn't think about the fabric type—"

"You didn't think?" You cut him off, your voice rising into a sharp, incredulous shout. "This is my absolute favorite dress! I told you specifically how much I love this, and now it’s ruined. It looks like a doll's outfit! How could you be so careless?"

You continued to rant, your arms gesturing wildly. As you paced in front of him, letting out your frustration, Seonghwa found himself momentarily distracted. He watched the way your cheeks flushed a deep, vibrant red, contrasting beautifully with the fire in your eyes. He noticed the way your chest rose and fell rapidly, your breathing ragged from the intensity of your anger. A strange, undeniable spark flared in his chest; there was something undeniably captivating about the way you held your ground, completely unafraid to let him have it.

A small, genuine smile—completely involuntary—began to spread across his lips.

You stopped dead in your tracks, your eyes narrowing into slits. "Are you... are you seriously laughing at me right now?"

The smirk vanished instantly. Seonghwa’s expression turned deathly serious, though the ghost of that smile still tugged at the corners of his mouth. "No. No, I’m not laughing. I’m very sorry, I—"

His mouth twitched. He bit down on his lower lip hard, trying to force his face back into a mask of contrition, but the amusement was still dancing in his eyes.

You stared at him in utter disbelief, your mouth agape. "You are laughing! You think this is funny?"

Without another word, you balled up the ruined silk and threw it at his chest. It hit him softly, sliding down his torso before landing on the floor. You turned on your heel, your hair whipping around with the force of your movement, and stormed off toward the bedroom. The door slammed behind you with a finality that made the floorboards vibrate.

Seonghwa stood alone in the quiet living room. He slowly reached down and picked up the shrunken dress, the fabric still warm from the machine. He watched the hallway where you had disappeared, his thumb absentmindedly tracing the edge of the ruined hem. He bit his lip again, a soft, breathless laugh finally escaping him.

"Well," he whispered to the empty room, his eyes dark with a mix of guilt and lingering admiration. "I certainly didn't expect that."

Yunho

The late afternoon sun was streaming through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the living room, but the atmosphere inside felt anything but warm. You stood in the center of the room, blinking against the light, your head throbbing with the disorienting, heavy fog of a two-hour nap.

"I told you," you snapped, your voice rough with sleep and sharpened by genuine irritation. "I specifically asked for thirty minutes, Yunho. Just thirty! And now look at the time. It’s nearly sunset. Do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be for me to fall asleep tonight?"

Yunho sat on the edge of the sofa, looking up at you with a sheepish expression. He looked genuinely guilty, though his explanation sounded flimsy at best. "I know, I know, I’m so sorry. I honestly didn't mean to lose track of time. It’s just... that episode of Kitchen Nightmares was so intense! Gordon Ramsay was tearing into that chef, and I got so sucked into the drama that I completely forgot to check the clock."

"I don't care about the kitchen, or the drama, or the chef!" you whined, throwing your hands up in exasperation. "I’m going to be a complete zombie tomorrow. I have that meeting, and now I’m going to be dragging myself around like a wreck because you couldn't be bothered to set an alarm."

You let out a frustrated huff, pacing back and forth before stopping to rake your fingers through your messy, sleep-tousled hair. You sighed deeply, a sound of pure, unadulterated annoyance.

Yunho’s expression shifted. As he watched you—the way your hair fell wildly around your face, the sound of your frustrated whines, and the way your body language radiated such raw, unfiltered fire—his guilt began to be overshadowed by a different, much more potent feeling. He leaned back, tilting his head to the side, his eyes darkening as he took you in. He didn't just look at you; he studied you, his gaze dragging slowly from your head to your toes, lingering on your flushed, tired face.

You caught him in the act. The way his focus shifted made your skin prickle, though not entirely from anger this time. "Don't look at me like that," you muttered, narrowing your eyes. "It’s your fault I look like this, so you don't get to stand there and look at me like I’m some kind of entertainment."

Yunho let out a low, melodic chuckle that vibrated in the small space between you. He stood up, towering over you, and closed the distance. "I’m not looking at you like that because you're tired," he said, his voice dropping into a teasing, husky register. "I’m looking at you because, even when you're fuming and sleep-deprived, you look absolutely gorgeous."

You rolled your eyes, though you could feel your cheeks heating up for a different reason now. "Oh, stop it. I’m serious, Yunho. I am really, really mad at you. You ruined my sleep schedule."

He didn't back down. Instead, he reached out, pouting his lower lip in a mock-apologetic way that made your heart skip a beat despite your best efforts to stay firm. He leaned in, pressing a lingering, soft kiss to your cheek before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight, warm hug.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, and whispered, "If you're worried about not being tired enough to sleep... I might have a few ideas on how we can burn off that extra energy."

You groaned, the sound caught somewhere between a protest and a surrender. You pushed against his chest, trying to maintain some space, though his grip remained firm. "You are disgusting," you muttered, though the bite in your tone had long since vanished.

Yunho just chuckled, pulling you closer, his eyes dancing with mischief as he waited to see if you would finally give in.

Yeosang

The kitchen counter was already a disaster zone of flour, mixing bowls, and half-opened ingredient packets. You had been waiting for Yeosang to return from the grocery store for the better part of an hour, and the moment the front door clicked shut, you were at his side, eager to finish the birthday cake for your friend.

Yeosang set the bags on the island, his movements a little more deliberate than usual. You started pulling out the items, checking them off your mental list, until your hand hit the bottom of the bag. You rummaged through, moving aside the sugar and the food coloring, but your heart sank.

"Yeosang? Where’s the black fondant?" you asked, looking up at him.

He hesitated, his eyes flickering toward the window before settling on your face. "The store was out of it," he said, his voice a little too smooth, a little too rehearsed.

You squinted at him, narrowing your eyes. You knew that tone; you knew that slight tilt of his head. "You’re lying."

Yeosang sighed, his shoulders slumping as he realized the jig was up. "Okay, fine. There was only one package left on the shelf. But this elderly lady reached for it at the same time, and she seemed so sweet—she told me it was for her nephew’s birthday—so I just… I couldn't be rude. I let her have it."

You stared at him in utter disbelief, your jaw dropping slightly. "Are you kidding me? Yeosang, have you lost your mind? We need that for the decorations! You’re the one baking with me, you know this!"

"She was really sweet, though," he protested, trying to defend his soft heart. "She even showed me a picture of the boy—"

"She was probably lying to trick you!" you snapped, your frustration finally boiling over. You started pacing the small kitchen floor. "Yeosang, you are constantly too nice to everyone. You let people walk all over you, and then you get tricked every single time. It’s exhausting! You have to start learning how to speak up, how to say no, and how to look out for yourself instead of being the neighborhood saint."

Yeosang frowned, his brow furrowing as he tried to defend his nature. "It’s not like I get tricked all the time—"

"You absolutely do!" you interrupted, huffing as you grabbed a bowl and shoved it toward the sink. "Now I have to improvise, and the cake isn't going to look like anything I planned. Everything is ruined because you couldn't tell a little old lady 'no'."

You went on a tear, lecturing him with a level of passion and confidence that made the air in the room feel heavy. You pointed a flour-dusted finger at him, listing every instance where his kindness had backfired, your eyes flashing with annoyance.

But as he watched you, Yeosang’s defensiveness began to melt away. He stood perfectly still, his eyes locked onto your face. There was something undeniably magnetic about the way you stood your ground, the way your voice took on that commanding, authoritative edge. The sheer intensity of your lecture, the way your hair was slightly disheveled and your cheeks were flushed with irritation—it was doing something to his pulse. He found himself mesmerized by the way your mind worked, by how tough and unyielding you were in this moment.

"You're right," he said quietly, his voice dropping an octave. "I really should listen to you."

You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden compliance. "I—yes, you should. Because I’m usually right about these things."

"You are," he agreed, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "You’re so smart. And tough. It’s… actually pretty attractive."

You frowned, your hand still hovering over the counter. "Stop that. Don't try to compliment me just to get out of trouble when I’m mad at you."

Yeosang chuckled, a low, smooth sound that only served to frustrate you more. He stepped into your personal space, his gaze intensifying. "I can't help it. You look so good when you’re lecturing me like that."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't stop the heat rising to your cheeks. You shoved a bag of flour into his chest. "Move your ass and stop flirting. If you ruined my plans, you’re going to help me fix this mess."

He caught the bag, his smirk widening as he stepped up to the counter. "Yes, ma'am."

San

The notification sound on your phone was becoming the soundtrack to your frustration. Ding. Another shirtless gym selfie from San on his story, captioned with a casual, lazy emoji. It was the third one today.

When he finally sauntered into the living room, still looking far too fresh after his workout, you were already pacing. You didn't even look at him as you tossed your phone onto the sofa.

"Another one, San?" you snapped, your voice tight. "Do you really need to show the entire world your abs every single time you step into the gym? It’s relentless."

San paused, wiping sweat from his forehead with a towel before tossing it aside. He looked entirely unbothered, even slightly amused. "It’s just fanservice, babe. It’s part of the job. It really doesn't mean anything to me."

You turned to face him, crossing your arms over your chest. Your lip jutted out in a stubborn pout. "It means something to them! I feel like I have to share you with thousands of people every single day. I see the comments, I see the edits... it doesn’t help my mood, San."

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, and took a step toward you. He reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. "You know you’re the only one who actually gets to touch me, right? Everyone else is just looking at a screen. You’re the one who gets the real thing."

You shoved his shoulder, though your heart wasn't really in the violence of the push. "That doesn't make it any better! It’s not just the pictures. Even when we go out, I see the way girls look at you. It’s constant, and it pisses me off. It’s like I’m constantly on guard, defending my territory."

San’s eyes glinted with a dangerous, playful spark. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a teasing, velvety whisper. "If you’re worried about territory, why don’t you just lick me in public? That would certainly send a message."

You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. "You are not funny. That is not a suggestion, that is a nightmare."

"I’m just trying to offer solutions," he said, though the smirk playing on his lips betrayed his sincerity.

"Stop smirking like that!" you shouted, your frustration bubbling over. "I am trying to have a serious conversation about my boundaries and my feelings, and you’re acting like this is a game."

He did stop, his expression smoothing out, but that smug glint remained in his eyes. He seemed genuinely flustered, perhaps even a bit excited by the sight of you so worked up. "I am taking it seriously. But you have to admit, seeing you get this jealous over me... it’s not exactly easy to stay stoic."

"Oh, go fuck yourself," you muttered, brushing past him with a huff. The tension in your shoulders was unbearable, and you felt like you were going to explode if you didn't get away from his infuriatingly calm demeanor. "I’m going to shower. And stay out of there, unless you want me to bite your head off."

You marched toward the bathroom, your heels clicking sharply against the tile. You were already reaching for the door handle when you heard his footsteps trailing right behind you.

"Why don't I just join you?" he asked, his voice now thick with that familiar, predatory playfulness.

You spun around, glaring at him with every ounce of willpower you had left. "Are you deaf? I told you I’m still very mad at you!"

San didn't look deterred in the slightest. He leaned against the doorframe, a low, frustrated groan rumbling in his chest as he took in your flushed, angry face. A hungry, intense look took over his features, and he gave you a slow, deliberate nod.

"Even better," he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous, promise-filled rasp.

Mingi

The walk from the front door to the living room was marked by the rhythmic, squelching sound of your soaked shoes against the floorboards. You were shivering, your hair plastered to your neck in dark, heavy strands, and every muscle in your body felt tight with cold and irritation. Mingi was trailing behind you, his hands hovering uselessly at his sides as he tried to find the words to mitigate the disaster.

You didn’t give him the chance. With a sharp, aggressive movement, you peeled off your sodden jacket. It was heavy with rainwater, and you didn't hesitate to toss it directly at his chest. It landed with a wet thud against him, and he caught it instinctively, his expression crumpled with guilt.

"Fifteen minutes, Mingi," you snapped, your voice shaking slightly, though not just from the chill. "Fifteen minutes I spent standing on that platform in the pouring rain. I was freezing, I was miserable, and I had no idea if you were even coming."

Mingi shifted, looking down at his boots before meeting your eyes. "I know, I’m so sorry. I swear, it wasn't on purpose. We were working on the bridge for the new choreography, and I just—I got so distracted, I lost track of everything. I didn't even realize how much time had passed until I looked at my phone and saw your missed calls."

"I don't care about the choreography!" you shouted, gesturing wildly to the water dripping from your hair. "I care that I’m standing here soaking wet and shivering because you couldn't be bothered to set a simple alarm."

You looked down, your eyes widening as the reality of your state finally hit you. Your thin white blouse was completely saturated, clinging to your skin like a second layer and becoming entirely transparent. You felt humiliated and exposed, the cold air hitting your skin through the wet fabric. You looked up at Mingi, your eyes blazing.

"Look at me," you commanded, gesturing to your drenched form. "Do you see this? I look like I just stepped out of a wet t-shirt contest. I am humiliated, I’m freezing, and it is entirely your fault."

Mingi’s eyes dropped from your face, trailing slowly down your torso. His breath hitched, and his entire demeanor shifted. The guilt in his eyes was rapidly being replaced by a dark, intense heat. His gaze was heavy, lingering on every curve that the water had so blatantly revealed. He didn't even try to hide it; he stood there, watching you with an intensity that made the room feel suddenly smaller and much, much warmer. He let out a low, involuntary groan, his hands tightening around the wet jacket he was still holding.

Your face twisted in disgust as you realized exactly where his focus had landed. "Pervert," you hissed.

You grabbed the decorative pillow from the armchair and hurled it at him with all your remaining strength. It struck him square in the chest, but he barely seemed to notice. "You’re a pig, Mingi!"

You didn't wait for him to try and justify his staring. You stormed past him, your shoulder clipping his as you marched toward your bedroom. The cold water was still dripping onto the floor, but you were far more concerned with getting out of these clothes and putting as much distance as possible between you and his lecherous gaze.

"Hey," Mingi called out, his voice deeper than usual, laced with a mix of genuine worry and something much more primal. "Do you… do you need help getting out of those? I can get you a towel, or—"

His offer was cut short by the sound of your bedroom door slamming with enough force to make the pictures on the walls vibrate. You left him standing there in the middle of your living room, the damp jacket still clutched in his grip, staring at the shut door with a look of lingering, frustrated desire.

Wooyoung

The morning light filtered into the apartment, but it did nothing to brighten your mood. You had spent the better part of the night staring at the ceiling, listening to the muffled shouts and aggressive button-mashing coming from the living room as Wooyoung played games with his friends until the early hours of the morning.

When he finally emerged, looking perfectly rested and infuriatingly cheerful, you didn't hold back. You confronted him immediately, and while he offered a quick, superficial apology, his tone was dismissive. When you pushed back, his defensive wall went up, and his demeanor shifted into something sharp and combative.

"You’re always doing this," you snapped, your patience worn thin. "It’s like living with a toddler who has no concept of boundaries or volume. You act like such a brat, Wooyoung, and I am over it."

He rolled his eyes so far back into his head they nearly disappeared.

"Don't you dare roll your eyes at me," you warned, your voice dropping into a dangerous, low register. You turned your back on him to walk toward the kitchen, your irritation still fueling your stream of consciousness. "Honestly, the lack of respect is just unbelievable. I told you I had an early morning, but apparently, your win-loss ratio in a game is more important than your girlfriend being able to function like a human being. It’s pathetic, really."

As you ranted, you didn't see his face, but you could hear the smirk in his voice as he began to mimic your movements, pulling a ridiculous, mocking face behind your back. He contorted his features, widening his eyes and pursing his lips in a silent, taunting imitation of you.

You stopped in your tracks, glancing at the hallway mirror in front of you. You saw the entire performance reflected perfectly.

You spun around, your eyes flashing. "There is a fucking mirror right in front of me, you idiot! I can see exactly what you're doing."

Wooyoung froze, his mouth hanging open for a fraction of a second before he simply said, "Oh."

You marched back toward him, invading his personal space until he was backed against the wall. "Let me be crystal clear, Wooyoung. Do not mess with my sleep schedule again. If you think I’m annoying now, just wait. If I don't get my rest, I will become your absolute worst nightmare. You have no idea what I’m capable of when I’m exhausted and irritable."

Instead of looking intimidated, a slow, predatory smirk crept across his face. He looked you up and down, his eyes dark with amusement. "You know... I really like it when you’re angry like this."

You bristled, your chest heaving with indignation. "Keep acting like this, and I promise you, I’m going to get even angrier. I’m not playing, Wooyoung."

He nodded, leaning in slightly as if encouraging you to continue. "It’s actually very hot, you know. When you get all bossy and start making threats? It’s a great look on you."

You stared at him in utter disgust, your face heating up with a mix of genuine rage and disbelief. "You are twisted. Seriously, something is wrong with you. Keep pushing me, and I swear, I’m going to suffocate you with a pillow tonight while you’re sleeping."

Wooyoung’s expression brightened, and his smile became wide and blindingly genuine. He didn't even blink at the threat; instead, he laughed, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Is that right? Well, I’m all in for new kinks, babe. Whenever you’re ready."

Jongho

The front door clicked shut behind you, sealing out the noise of the city, but it did nothing to quiet the storm raging inside your chest. You tossed your purse onto the entryway table with a resounding thud, still vibrating with the remnants of the argument you’d just had at the bakery.

"I still can’t believe her," you muttered, pacing the small hallway. "She had the audacity to push right in front of me like I didn't exist! And then she had the nerve to act like I was the one being difficult when I called her out. It was infuriating, Jongho!"

Jongho simply stood by the door, hanging up his coat with his usual, infuriatingly steady rhythm. He looked entirely unbothered, his expression smooth and calm as a lake. "People can be entitled sometimes. It wasn't worth the stress, though."

You spun around to face him, your eyes narrowing. "That’s it? That’s all you have to say? You were standing right there, and you didn't say a word! You just watched me handle it alone."

Jongho sighed, keeping his voice low and measured. "What were you expecting me to do, exactly? It’s a bakery line. We got our bread, we left. It’s over."

"I expected you to stand up for me!" you snapped, your voice rising in pitch. "You could have defended me, or at least shown a little bit of support instead of just standing there like a statue. It’s always like this—you’re so composed, so damn chill, while I’m the one out here losing my mind over the smallest things. Do you ever feel anything, or is it all just logic with you?"

He looked at you, a small, knowing chuckle escaping his lips. He moved closer, leaning against the doorframe with an air of relaxed confidence that only served to fuel your fire. "I think it works out, honestly. We balance each other perfectly. You’re the fire, and I’m the one who makes sure we don't actually burn the house down. It’s a good system."

Your breath hitched. "A 'system'? Is that all we are? And what is that supposed to mean, anyway? Are you saying I’m too emotional?"

He shook his head quickly, his expression softening, though that maddeningly calm glint remained in his eyes. "That’s not what I said, and you know it. You’re just passionate. I like that about you."

You didn't want to hear it. You let out an angry huff and marched into the bathroom, grabbing your hairbrush with a grip so tight your knuckles turned white. You started yanking the brush through your hair, the motion sharp and erratic as you continued your tirade.

"You’re just a rock," you grumbled, half to yourself and half to his reflection in the mirror. "You have no heart, no reaction, no pulse. You just watch me get worked up and you stand there like you’re observing a weather pattern. It’s honestly exhausting being with someone so… unbothered."

Jongho didn't move. He stayed right where he was, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. He watched you intently, his gaze heavy and focused, tracking every movement of your hand and every flicker of annoyance on your face. He didn't interrupt; he didn't offer any more logical justifications.

Instead, he watched you with a look of quiet, intense fascination. As you continued to ramble, your movements became more animated, your passion spilling out into every word. He began to bite his lower lip, his eyes darkening as he watched the flush crawl up your neck.

He didn't seem to hear a single word of your insults. He simply stood there, clearly enjoying the sight of your unbridled energy.

The rain starts just as the streetlights flicker on.

You don’t say anything at first. You just look up—watching the sky blur into silver strings—and exhale a quiet laugh. Figures. Of course it rains the one day you forget your umbrella.

“Y/N?” Riku’s voice cuts through the soft patter. You blink, and he’s already stepping closer, a navy umbrella in hand. His hair’s slightly damp from the few drops that caught him before he opened it.

“You’ll catch a cold like that,” he mumbles, pushing the umbrella toward you.

You hesitate. “What about you?”

He smiles, easy and small. “I’m not letting you walk home in this alone.”

You both fit beneath the umbrella, but just barely. Your shoulders brush every time he shifts. And he shifts a lot—clearing his throat, glancing sideways at you like he wants to say something but can’t find the right moment.

So you talk about everything else. What your teacher said today. That stray cat you keep seeing outside the convenience store. The strawberry bread you brought him last week and how he’s been craving it since.

And still, he keeps glancing over. Like he wants to say more.

Finally, at the crosswalk, he murmurs it: “You know… if it rains again tomorrow, I won’t mind.”

You look at him. “Why?”

He doesn’t meet your gaze. Just shrugs a little and says, “I’ll get to walk you home again.”

Your heart skips. Just once. But loud enough that the silence feels full.

After the four of you had carried most of the stuff inside, both Bora and Jooheon went to bed. You stayed up by the dying fire in the livingroom fireplace, still being a bit too alert after the drive and cold mountain air. So did Kihyun it seemed when he handed you a glass, bottle of Soju in the other hand. "Want to share?" You nodded, holding out your glass. After clinking glasses and taking a single sip you couldn't help but reach for the desserts. Again he laughed with a smile wide enough for his eyes to form to crescent moons. "No one can resist a good dessert." You defended, taking your first bite.

The two of you got comfortable on the couch, facing each other on the 3 person sofa, sharing the blanket you had taken from the car; This time talking about Bora and Jooheon.

"Oh yeah, they are totally ending up together by the end of this. I am surprised they aren't official yet." he agreed with you.

"So he likes her. You're sure?"

"Totally, it's so obvious. I don't get how he doesn't realize himself how much they fit together." As he said this, your mind wandered back to the conversation in the hostel "A lot can happen when you spend this much time together." You quoted Yongsun "Who knows, this trip might just be it." the two of you stayed silent for a bit after that, the remaining warmth of the fire felt soothing on your skin.

"Maybe we should both go to bed, before you fall asleep on the sofa." He broke the silence. You drank the remaining Soju in your glass and with a sigh you got up. "Alright, goodnight." You whispered, walking past him. "Goodnight" He replied.

The next few days groups had formed that always did everything together. The only thing everyone did together was eat. After lunch it was your and Jooheon's turn to clean up. You put on some music on the speaker in the livingroom adjacent and filled the sink to do the dishes.

Standing here with Jooheon now, you couldn't help but pry.

"So, how's things with Bora?" You asked as subtly as you could.

"I don't know, you've spent more time with her than I have." He shrugged but you could see he wasn't as oblivious as he made himself out to be. He was like a brother to you, you could hear his voice change, you could see him avert his eyes as if casually drying the dishes.

"You know what I mean. Don't play dumb."

"Well what about you and Kihyun."

"Well we're not the ones dancing around each other like two hopeless romantics." you deadpanned.

"You sure about that?" His eyebrows raised with the pointed look he gave you. You splashed him with the water that was on your hand. "You're avoiding the subject." He couldn't help but notice the blush on your face when you said this however.

"I'm not kidding though, she has been spending most of her time with you and the other girls so I haven't really talked to her much." Maybe that was the problem, maybe you had to do something about that.

In the other room Bora, Yongsun, Hyungwon, kihyun and Chankyun sat talking and enjoying the music. They had been talking about their recent favourite songs when Kihyun was surprised by something Yongsun said "How have you not heard of imagine dragons before. Give me a second, I am sure you have heard their songs without even realising." He picked up the phone and typed in 'natural'. It soon playing over the speaker.

After hearing the song for a bit Yongsun had to admit she had heard it before. Bora however was stuck on something else. "Isn't that Y/N's phone?" She asked, being sure it was.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure she won't mind. It's just to change the song." He stated casually. He thoughtlessly turned his head to the door leading to the kitchen and smiled, hearing you sing along to the song. It bringing back memories of the two of you singing in the car.

"You know her code?" she questioned, not even knowing it herself.

He didn't answer because as if feeling his gaze in your direction, you appeared in the door. "How about we do a karaoke night tonight, get everyone together." You said excitedly. Maybe you had been thinking about the same thing.

Everyone that was on this trip had something to do with music one way or another so obviously this was happening as soon as someone uttered the word karaoke. "Believe it or not, but I have a karaoke machine upstairs." Yongsun said to no one's surprise. So in the evening you guys got the fire burning and made some space so two people could sing and the rest could gather on the sofas or on the carpet.

Yongsun and Hyejung had started with an upbeat song, Shake it from sistar. It worked wonders as no one could sit still to this song. You even got Shownu to dance along. The laughter filling the room starting off the night right.

You were scrolling through songs when you got an idea. "You know this one?" You asked Jooheon, as soon as he nodded you put it next in line.

The music started and you automatically moved to the music. Your voice fit the song well and you and Bora had sung along to it many times before as it was one of her favourites. You noticed her mouthing the words as you sang them before you turned back to Jooheon. You were both in it for the show, neither of you needing to look at the screen to know the words. When you got to the chorus you were completely into the song, walking and moving to the beat. When it was Jooheon's part you stood with him for a bit, jamming to the music before changing your path to Bora who was sitting in front of the armrest of the sofa. You pointed to her, motioning her with your finger to stand up and sing the next part. She rolled her eyes and took the mic before her part could start. She naturally took her place in front of Jooheon, the two of them perfectly mimicking the chemistry Hwasa and Loco showed in the music video.

You sat down in front of the sofa where Bora sat before, it coincidentally being next to Kihyun's legs. You felt him mindlessly playing with your hair but you didn't mind, it felt kind of nice even. When the song ended you excitedly clapped for your two best friends. Bora turned to you with mischievous eyes. "I see how it is." She said, still in the microphone, amplifying her voice as she spoke. "Let me return the favour." The song turned on with a tap as if she had it ready.

You gasped at the first few cords "Oh my god I love that drama." Bora nodded. "I know you." She shrugged making Jooheon laugh knowing exactly what she meant as well. He walked over to sit next to Kihyun and handed him his microphone. Kihyun gave him a confused look as he took it. "It's your OST man, you better sing it."

The two of you stayed seated with this slow song. You closed your eyes singing the first few lines before Kihyun joined in and you looked up, meeting his eyes. It was exactly like in the car, it was as if the two of you were attuned to each other. Leaving place for one another's voice to come through and harmonizing as if singing together was the most natural thing. You looked away as you sang 'I think I've gone crazy' and as the song ended you were snapped out of the moment by the others clapping. You laughed at their antics and handed the microphone to someone else. You really thought you might have gone crazy because the song went by so quickly as you sang to one another.

When Minhyuk and Hyejung started singing their song, Kihyun nudged your shoulder with his leg as you still sat next to is. He smiled down at you and you looked up with the same expression, hiding the fact that both your mind and heart were racing.

That night was the most fun any of you had had in a while. You noticed the content smile on Yongsun's face showing this was exactly what she had in mind when inviting everyone for her birthday. Which was tomorrow, you realised just then. You really needed to do something special for her.

Before midnight had come, most of your friends decided it was time to turn in. You told Bora to go up already as you sat yourself in front of the fire with a blanket draped over your shoulders until the fire would die out on its own.

"I still have a bottle of Soju." You heard from your left. It sounded like an offer but as you looked towards the source you saw Kihyun already holding the bottle and two glasses.

"Don't offer me a drink." You sang the familiar lyric you had sung before, yet taking the glass from him.

"Don't sing that sooong." He whined.

"Why not? I love that song." You laughed.

"Just don't"

"Jealous?"

You meant it as a joke. You really didn't think that to be the case. Yet his averted eyes and cutely scrunched nose told you you weren't far from the truth. It gave you a nudge of confidence.

"Then why have you barely talked to me these past few days." He was about to deny it but the raise of your eyebrows stopped him.

"I didn't know if you would be alright with riding in a car with only me, let alone have to spend the rest of our trip around me. So I thought I'd give you some space after spending days locked in a car together." He confessed.

“Actually, I have always felt comfortable around you, myself, you know. I'm not sure what exactly that means, but… I know it means something.” you cleared your throat, not sure why you said that out loud. "I think I've gone crazy."

He chuckled "Stop quoting songs."

"But I caaaaan't." You replied dramatically throwing your head back. That made him laugh. An extraordinary sound to your ears, it would make you want to smile even wider when already happy and at ease.

“Why does it feel different when it’s you?” He suddenly asked. You weren't sure what to make out of that question. It could mean so much, or so little.

"What do you mean?" You decided to just ask.

"I don't know, sitting, talking, singing, being alone together, getting the know each other even though it feels like we already do, know each other. It's just so natural." he really looked like he was trying to figure it out. His forehead wrinkled behind his bangs and eyes staring into yours as if they held the answer.

"I get what you mean." A smile on your own lips. You looked down at your drink and at your legs, only now realising that you were in the same position as some nights before. It just came naturally.

Part 3 (I have a problem, love that slow burn fluff I guess)

♥ Thanks for reading!  ♥

“I could listen to you all day.”

“Have I already told you how cute you look?”

“One kiss is just never enough.”

“Not to sound cheesy, but your smile really lights up the room.”

“I cannot find the words to describe how I feel about you.”

“Being happy, fortunately coincides with making you happy.”

“Call me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.”

“Tonight was just perfect.”

“However many years we have left, I want to spend them all with you.”

“I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.”

“You remembered my favourite food.”

“Sometimes, being with you feels like a dream that I don’t ever want to wake up from.”

“Being half-asleep is a very good look on you.”

“You can always talk to me, I will always be here for you.”

“I’ve missed you so much.”

It was so typical. She couldn’t just go through life hating everyone. No, she had to fall in love with the most annoying guy, 10 things I hate about you style.

“Aww, you’re blushing. I like that look on you.”

“You flirt in the most awkward situations.” “You know you love it.”

“I think your parents may like me even more than you.”

"I can bury the bodies. I know a guy."

“Annoying you is what I’m best at.”

“You’re very lucky I love you.”

“I can’t concentrate, when you look at me like that.” “Well, you should be concentrating on me instead, so…”

“Do you like what you see?” “You know I always do.”

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” “Yes. Is it working?”

“Why are you blinking like that with your eyes? Is everything ok?” “That was supposed to be a wink!”

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” “It ripped out my wings, so yes, it did hurt.”

“Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.”

“We should probably leave, before we start a scandal.”

“Stop looking at me like that or my knees will not hold me any longer.”

“I think you lost your underwear somewhere.”

“Is there some space left in that bathtub?”

“I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.”

“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

“Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?”

“I could make you feel better.”

“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.”

"Did you happen to get me a ring?"

How did he know? Then it occurs to you, you both went to the shop together. You'd both liked this little pearl ring set that at the time was way out of your budget. Getting it for Valentine's Day only seemed natural, but apparently you both thought the same thing.

"Babe, did we get each other the same gift?" You ask. The fact that you might have thought the same thing is kind of a funny thought.

He opens the black bag to pull out a very familiar looking box and then you know. "Don't freak out but we did."

He groans followed by a sad pout, "We can't get each other the same gift, they have to be unique."

You only laugh pulling out his version of the ring set, "It's fine, you know this means we are officially soulmates right?"

"How does that make sense?"

"Because," you start to say before you pull him in for a bug wrapping your hands around his neck, "Great minds think alike." Then so he'll stop overthinking you plant a soft kiss right onto his lips. That officially shuts him up.

🐼 Jihoon

"It's a friendly competition."

Friendly or not this was now war. "Are you telling me you want to win against me on Valentine's day?"

No wonder he told you to not dress up too fancy. Jihoon's grand idea of an epic Valentine's day of course included him challenging you.

"Yes, because I am obviously better at bowling than you."

You scoff at the remark, "No one is better at bowling than I am. Not even you."

"Fine, let's have a bit of a competition. Loser has to buy Valentine's dinner for the winner."

You nod at the request, liking the proposal of the competition, "I agree, but I'm winning so get your wallet ready."

"Oh, we'll see about that."

🐯 Yoshi

“You look beautiful.”

That's the first thing out of your boyfriend's mouth as you open the door.

“Thank you, you look amazing as well,” you smile.

Offering a hand he gently caresses the top of the palm of your hand, “Shall we?”

Softly, you smile before leaving in place a small peck on the corner of his mouth, “We shall.”

🐨 Junkyu

The ideal Valentine’s date with Junkyu is usually spent in the house. This year is no different, currently you are cuddling under the stars of your patio just letting all your feelings go.

“Do you know what would make this even better?”

He nods, already sitting up, "Your favorite ice cream from Baskin Robbins?"

"You know me so well."

He smiles, "Of course, what if I told you there is some in the freezer?"

You smile in disbelief, he really does know you well, "Then I would say you just made my Valentine's day."

🐹 Mashiho

Meeting up with Mashi had been the only thing on your mind all day long. He'd been working on your Valentine's day dinner since you left for your shift.

While he'd never admit it he was one of the most romantic people you'd know. While mostly the classics they still made your heart flutter. He'd ask you to meet him at the cafe you first meet at.

With hurried steps you make your way into the building. The entire entrance was lit up with these beautiful little tea lights. Your eyes scan the room, making their way towards the small booth in the back of the restaurant.

He waves towards you loudly calling your name. A cheeky smile clouds your face as you make your way over. “Babe over here.”

“Mashi, stop, this is so cute!” The excitement falls over you quickly. He stands up to give you a big hug and then you both get seated in the small beat up booth.

As soon as you are both seated a waiter makes their way over. A big black tray makes its way into your view. She carefully sets down the tray and a small bento box cake is on the tray.

“This is the first place we met, and also the first place I said I love you. We fell in love here and I hope we can grow old here,” he says hesitantly.

A few tears stream down your face, “I promised myself I wouldn't cry.”

He reaches over and softly caresses your face wiping the tears from your face, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Happy Valentine’s day.”

🦁 Jaehyuk

"Jae, please tell me where you're taking me."

"Then it'll ruin the surprise." Though you can't see him you can imagine the pout on his face. "Okay, just a few more steps. Now...open!"

Carefully he yanks the blindfold off. In the center of your living room is one of those kids tents that has been lit up by fairy lights. In the center sits a laptop and a bunch of candy.

"So, thoughts?" He asks after a second.

Turning around you pull him into a big hug. "It's so perfect. When did you do all this?"

"As soon as you left for class. You wanted to watch that new horror movie, right?"

You gasp softly, "You remembered that, I mentioned it one time."

"I remember everything you tell me," he pulls out from your hug to look right into your eyes, "Happy Valentine's day, love."

🤖 Asahi

Waking up the smell of pancakes invades your nose. A small content smile makes its way onto your face. Getting up you walk into the kitchen to see the table fully set up. There are fresh flowers in the center of the table.

“When did you have time to get flowers?”, the question comes out more like a random afterthought. It seems to startle your boyfriend. Turning around from the stove he smiles seeing you.

“I ran to get them this morning,” he replies, before he walks over to you.

You pull him in for a hug first thing, he returns the gesture burning his head into your shoulder.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you say first. He pulls back to hold onto you looking you in the eye.

“Thank you, happy Valentine’s Day,” he then reaches over, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

🦊 Yedam

"Hold onto me," Yedam instructs, carefully placing my hands onto his shoulders, "All you have to do is follow my lead now."

"I'm going to step on your toes," you warn.

"You won't just follow my lead."

He then presses play on his phone letting the music flow through the room. You follow his lead letting your feet glide smoothly with his.

"See you're doing fine."

Slowly you let the music take you away. The melody of the soft old R&B fills the walls of the dimly lit room. Yedam had earlier set the lights to a dark purple claiming the ‘vibes had to be right’. He wasn’t wrong. The lights in the room with the music were perfect.

As the song comes to an end you both still high in the moment fall back onto the bed. As your back hits the bed you start laughing. He is looking at you and you can feel it.

“Did I ruin our moment?” You ask, turning towards him.

He shifts so he is laying on his side fully facing you mirroring you. “No, not at all. You need to dance with me more often.”

“I don’t know if I would call that dancing more like swaying,” you chuckle.

“Still dance with me more. You looked so free it was beautiful. You are beautiful,” he says without blinking.

Not expecting the sudden confession you try to ignore the blush that you know is about to overtake your entire face.

"I'm in sweats right now and I haven't combed my hair. I don't know if that's so beautiful."

"What you wear doesn't matter. When you smile you're beautiful, when you giggle, when you are looking just at me. That's when you are the most beautiful."

"I can say the same exact things about you," you reply back. Now it's his turn for his face to turn red. Though he doesn't care at all. Instead he just smiles wider before you're both letting the silence of the room engulf the moment.

Without any warning he reaches out to you letting his hand faintly stroke your cheek. For a second you forget about everything around you. “Happy Valentine’s Day love.”

🐰 Doyoung

“Okay, hold on just wait,” a rushed request comes out from Doyoung as soon as you see him.

You're in his room at his parents house, both promising to not make such a big deal out of Valentine’s day. But before you could get into his room he stopped you.

“Wait, why?”

He completely ignores you shutting the door again. Minutes later he opens the door slowly. Right in the middle of the room there is a big sign with red letters spelling out ‘i love you!’.

“Awee, that is so cute,” you squeal, finally taking a step into the room. The entire room is a small red and pink wonderland.

“Happy Valentine's day, I got you something,” he says, walking over to his desk. There is a small cupcake. Red velvet is your favorite. “For you on the most special day of the year.”

🐏 Haruto

"Uh, my feet hurt."

"Just a little longer I promise," he says. You keep following him anyways. Finally you arrive at the back end of the student packed room. On the table sits a little back box.

"We said no gifts," you pout.

"My mom said I should get you something special so we'll always remember this night. I saw it and thought of you."

Without saying anything you pull him in for a hug. “You asked your mom about a git for me that’s so sweet.”

“She said it’s important to give a gift on Valentine’s Day that you will remember. I thought about it and decided on this small ring I saw the other day.”

He opens the box softly, the ring is very simple, a rose gold ring with jewels across the band. You pick it up holding in your hands admittedly getting a little emotional. “You picked the perfect one.”

“It reminded me of you,” he says softly. You slip the ring onto your fingers letting the cold metal hit your skin.

“Thank you, Ruto your mom was right this was the perfect gift,” you smile admiring the ring.

He smiles back proud to make you feel happy. It was the best Valentine's day for both of you.

🐺 Jeongwoo

"I think your boyfriend left a little gift on your desk."

It's the first thing you heard that morning as you walked into your classroom. True to their word your desk is completely covered in red ribbon and small heart candies. Standing right next to the desk is your boyfriend holding a way too large for comfort heart balloon.

"Happy Valentine's day!" He shouts way too loud for 7 in the morning.

"Why just why?"

The snickers of the other kids in the classroom already are starting to haunt you.

"It's national love day that's why," he replies, handing you the heart shaped balloon, "This is my grand gesture of my love."

You shake your head, you just know your eyes are bright red from embarrassment, "I'll never live this down."

"You said you don't want anything for Valentine's day, which obviously means the opposite," the confidence that he uses almost convinces you, almost.

"I said no grand gestures," you reply, "This is a grand gesture. I just wanted us to go out for some ice cream or something."

"Well too late," he replies, then he softly takes your hands. The squeals of your classmates only get louder, "Happy Valentine's Day."

🐮 Junghwan

“Okay, don’t drop me,” it comes out a little harsher than you intend, but the idea of having a bruised butt also doesn’t sound like the best. For Valentine’s day Junghwan and you decided to try ice skating. You’d never gone before so the idea of falling didn’t sound the best.

“I got you,” he promises, holding on to your arms tighter. “All you have to do is push and let the ice take you away.”

You whine at the idea of trusting the ice, “I’m going to fall.”

“Just trust me.”

So do. Terrible mistake. You let go slowly pushing off from the wall and the ice at first was friendly. Then out of nowhere a small crack in the ice made you fall. As if in slow motion, Junghwan rushed to grab you, but you gripped onto him pulling him down with you.

“Are you okay?” you ask right after you get through the initial shock of the fall.

He only smiles followed by a small laugh, he’s always so nice even when you just pulled him down into a major fall. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”

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Sorry this is a day late, but I hope you enjoyed.