#moesthinking

Taesan doesn’t remember when you began this “game”, all he knows is that he’s submitting to your touch day by day.

He’s not sure if he’s fully onboard with you unraveling how truly sensitive he is, but when you grab him by his jaw and kiss the side of his neck, he starts to think it isn’t too bad.

The problem is you manage to catch him off guard each time.

Taesan sits in an empty studio, one leg propped up on his spinny chair as he stares uselessly into the laptop screen. Something is missing, that usual BoyNextDoor spark. No matter how much he replayed the track, moved sound effects around, it wasn’t hitting the same.

He would’ve heard the door open if he weren’t blasting the music in his headphones, securing his future buying hearing aids.

He misses your steps, how you linger behind him wondering if when his eye will catch you in the reflection. Taesan is engrossed in his laptop, you roll your eyes.

“Love?”

You even gave him a verbal warning, yet he’s still squinting at the screen like he’s trying to find treasure; you’re annoyed.

Your hands snake onto his shoulders, ever so slightly putting pressure. Taesan immediately shivers under your touch, almost like his brain already knows it’s you even if he hasn’t turned around yet.

“Y/n—“

He doesn’t have the chance to interrupt, your lips make contact with the side of his neck.

Lips quirk up into a smile, blush creeps across his face, and his shoulders would’ve perked up if you weren’t holding him down so easily (where did you get this sudden strength??).

He lets his head hang low, letting you continue despite the swarm of butterflies in his stomach. You kiss down, eyelashes fluttering when his lips part, his breathing elevating.

“So what’s got you frowning?” You inquire, lips still traveling, almost trying to dissect more of his secrets.

You’ve got him all nervous, he isn’t sure how to respond. Your hands leave his shoulders, your fingers moving up to the back of his head. A sound nearly escapes his mouth as they curl into his dark roots, pulling ever so slightly.

He sucks in a breath, trying to speak—protest against this “attack”.

“The track— I— it doesn’t matter.”

Taesan, who is usually a competitive guy, admits defeat. He pulls you onto his lap, craning his neck for you to pick up where you left off.

You stare at him in surprise, studying him as his eyes wander to the floor, his hair falling over his shy expression perfectly.

“Ask for it, handsome.”

You take advantage of the moment, giggling at him sinking into his seat further. Taesan swears you’ll be the death of him, your cute face, your words that seem to hit him right where you want them to, he’s an absolute goner.

He bites his lip, thinking about his ego, maybe his dignity. Though, what else has he to lose? His girlfriend’s lips on his neck, her hands pawing at the back of his hair, he’s in heaven each time no matter if he wants to admit it or not.

“Please, continue.” He practically mumbles, hoping that’s good of a response for you.

He didn’t know his meek behavior would make you even more hungry. His chest shakily rises and falls as you stare at him like prey, your eyes piercing through his soul. He wants to know what you’re thinking—but you’re a tough cookie to crack.

You squish his jaw between your fingers, nails ever so slightly digging into his pale skin. He presses his feet into the ground, trying to connect with the earth again.

Then you do something unexpected, you kitten lick his collar bone before sinking your teeth into his skin. Taesan jerks underneath you, a broken sound finally escaping his lips.

“When will you admit you like this?” You whisper into his skin, teeth grazing the spots you would’ve usually peppered with kisses.

His grip on your hips tightens, not able to speak when you’re sucking marks into his skin. You’re currently pulling out the deepest parts of him, discovering how vulnerable you truly make him, he can tell you’re eager for more.

He doesn’t know what gets him to crack, if it was your thumb caressing his face, or maybe your hand binding one of his wrists to your waist, it doesn’t matter anymore. His brain has completely fogged up, your touch taking advantage of the free capacity.

“You’re right.” He replies breathlessly, fighting back another noise as your teeth sink greedily into his skin once more.

The small beat of the track from his headphones is quickly drowned out, the moment fully encapsulating you both.

Taesan hopes he’s stuck here forever.

a / n : should this be on the nsfw? I dunno it isn’t that bad 😭🤞 enjoy ts he’s been on my mind lately 😰😰

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𑄽𑄺 clingy boyfriend! keonho who quite literally needs to be attached to your hip 24/7, he swears a part of him is missing whenever you’re not around.

𑄽𑄺 will not leave your house/will not let you leave his dorm until you give him a goodbye kiss, cause why would you even think about leaving without it?

𑄽𑄺 trust that keonho’s arm will always be draped over your shoulders, or a hand on your waist, or an arm hooked around yours. He might die if he’s not constantly on contact with you idk.

𑄽𑄺 expect texts from him ranging from the most useless information ever to him describing how much he misses you, there’s never a waking moment where you aren’t on his mind.

𑄽𑄺 constant face time calls too!! when touring it’s hard to get used to new time zones, so hearing your voice always soothes him to sleep.

𑄽𑄺 keonho who is clingy but not to the point where he smothers and overwhelms you!

𑄽𑄺 he literally sees god when going on his first tour, being away from you for the first time, and barely being able to talk to you?? He swears he was just put on death row.

𑄽𑄺 of course you make sure to cover his face in kisses until he’s a giggly mess when saying goodbye.

𑄽𑄺 please let him sleepover when you both are free, he cannot get enough of them. He loves cuddling with you, feeling your warmth against his body, and your hair tickling his cheeks.

𑄽𑄺 FACE MASKS WITH HIM AT THE SLEEPOVERS, ohh my god the amount of pictures he will take of you both and especially you. He smiles at those everytime he’s away from you, his members tease the shit out of him.

𑄽𑄺 free backstage pass each time you come for a show, no matter how sweaty he is, he WILL give you a giant bear hug, and ignore your protests.

𑄽𑄺 literally obsessed with kissing you, he cannot get enough of it. You look cute? he’s kissing you on the cheek. You got him a gift? He’s giving you a fat kiss on the lips. He just loves you so much.

𑄽𑄺 wants to post you on his socials SO badly, he has to convince himself everyday not to boast about you and show you off to his fans.

𑄽𑄺 when he’s allowed to get a private acc on any platform, TRUST your face will be littered across his page.

𑄽𑄺 clingy boyfriend! keonho who loves you so much it hurts.

a/n : keonho my goober,… my shayla…. I hope ygs are liking these daily posts

perm taglist — @beomtomie @sincerelysungho @ajjaehyun @leeknowramona @wensurr

cortis taglist — @trulytaesan

Juhoon understood what he was getting into the moment he auditioned to become an idol. He anticipated the long hours of training, the need for immense creativity, the overwhelming support from fans, and the requirement to be social. He excels in these areas, knows what he's doing, and is prepared for the next step. What he wasn’t warned about is the possibility of falling for someone who is out of reach. You, unbelievably pretty, bubbly, and seemingly sweet. Traits that Juhoon has observed from afar, even though he desperately wants to learn them directly. Unfortunately, he never gets a chance to introduce himself or talk to you personally. You are both always ushered around, have conflicting schedules, and train on opposite sides of the building.

Though your paths seem to cross momentarily throughout the day, both traveling to your respective rooms. With your fast pace and his slow reaction time, he can never seem to get a word in. He’s come to terms with the fact that you’ll have to stay a simple hallway crush, someone he’ll admire from afar. He can’t help but wonder what it would be like to know you as a person, even if your relationship stays friendly. What are you interested in? What’s your family like? More importantly, what even is your name? 

Juhoon can never seem to catch it, no matter how hard he tries to eavesdrop on your conversations. With all the cons and few pros, he feels defeated. Even though he tries to believe he’s accepted that you’ll forever be a stranger, he can’t. Your face never leaves his head, your laugh, your voice echoes in his thoughts when a room is quiet. You haunt him, and he can’t seem to escape, despite the number of times he’s tried.

The solution is simple: Introduce himself and finally get to know you, a task that he’s actively making harder for himself. Juhoon doesn’t know how to casually walk up to a girl and introduce himself; he doesn’t know how to have a charismatic personality like other boys do, he knows he has to learn somehow; he needs to put himself out there. Not only for himself, but for you, the girl he’s been yearning to know for weeks now. This has got to be the most stressful event of his life, other than auditioning to be a trainee, of course.

It’s early in the morning, and Juhoon feels like a zombie. He slumps while the dance instructor rambles on about technique and ability; all of her words float through his head, going in one ear and out the other. You’re on his mind again, your smile outshining the choreo he needs to get down. Music plays through the room, snapping him back to reality. He quickly gets to work; it's a miracle he managed to hit all the right moves. The only problem, he’s being sloppy; he can’t wait to get out of this cramped practice room and see your face, hear your voice, and maybe even step out of his comfort zone and finally speak to you.

He freezes once the music pauses, the dance instructor having an annoyed look painted on her face. Juhoon already knows what's about to happen, especially since she’s glaring daggers at him specifically. He slumps down and bows his head to apologize, internally cursing at himself as he prepares for the lecture of his life, or even worse, being told that being an idol isn’t the job for him. 

“Juhoon, what’s been up with you lately?”

She asks instead, a concerned tone coating her voice. Juhoon lets out a sigh of relief and straightens himself. He contemplates what to say; he can’t just outright tell her his situation, he’d dig a deeper grave for himself. He bites his lip and looks off to the side, toeing the ground shyly.

“I’ve just had a lot on my mind, I think I’m just adjusting still. I’m sorry for interrupting.”

He bows once more, praying that she’d let it go and not question him. That reality fades away once Martin barks out a laugh and throws his arm around his shoulders. Juhoon stares at him, practically begging him to shut up with his eyes. Of course, he’s ignored, because why wouldn’t a day go his way for once?

“Sun-bae, tell him to man up and talk to the girl he thinks is pretty.”

Juhoon’s face turns bright red, and all of his dignity leaves his body as soon as Martin calls him out. He groans and pushes the taller boy away from him. He accepts a future of wearing a paper bag over his head so nobody recognizes his face, maybe even going rogue and never coming back to the HYPE building. The dance instructor laughs as his shoulders droop, and his eyes glue to the ground, refusing to look at anyone out of pure embarrassment.

“Go for it, you won’t be young for long.”

His head perks up at her words; even if they were simple, they hit him harder than ever. He thinks of you, mostly your reaction to a random boy coming up to you out of nowhere, he remembers how kind you seem from afar, picking up after your friends, holding their hands when they seem down, always joking around and smiling. You wouldn’t brush him off, call him weird, at least he hopes. 

A small smile blooms on his face as the instructor shoos the group back to their original positions and restarts the music. Juhoon practices with newfound energy and motivation, the thought of finally being able to learn your name clouding his consciousness. 

As soon as practice ends, Juhoon gathers his stuff and rushes out of the room, leaving a protesting Martin and Keonho behind. He has to act fast if he wants to catch you in the hallway, a routine that he’s become used to after 4 weeks of this crushing. Martin and Keonho will just have to catch up. When he reaches the usual hallway, he’s doubling over and panting, struggling to catch his breath. He jolts when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He looks up, expecting it to be Keonho, but instead it’s you, with that same kind expression he admires from afar.

“Are you ok?”

You ask, shoving your water bottle in his hands. Juhoon is rendered silent, surprised at your sudden appearance. He wasn’t sure what to say, what to do, or if he should even look at you. His silence only concerns you more. You clasp your hands over his and lift the water to his mouth, encouraging him to sip it. Pink dusts his cheeks, his eyes darting around as he drinks from your water bottle.

“If you feel like you’re gonna pass out, you should sit down. I'll stay with you.”

You whisper, taking your water bottle back. Previously, he wasn’t about to pass out, but now that you’re here, holding his hand and letting him sip from your waterbottle, he might as well. 

He lets you lead him to a bench nearby, sitting next to you instantly. Blush is apparent on his cheeks; he’s shy of the amount of affection you’re giving him without even knowing him. He clears his throat and gains the courage to finally speak, even if his mouth is dry.

“I- Sorry, thank you for helping me. You’re very kind.”

Juhoon murmurs, earning a smile from you, and he practically melts into the wall behind him. You rest your hand on his shoulder and try to get a good look at his face. He isn’t pale, which is a good sign, actually, but rather red. 

“No problem. Just coming back from practice? Now that I think about it, I see you here a lot.”

His head perks up; the fact that you’ve noticed him previously makes his heart beat faster than usual. Juhoon wonders if you’ve been wanting to talk to him as well, your busy schedules whisking you away from each other.

“Yeah, actually, I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while.”

His words cause you to flush slightly and look away with a nervous giggle, which Juhoon absolutely eats up. This moment feels surreal, talking to you, your hand on his shoulder while you blush and giggle at his words. He wouldn’t doubt the possibility of this being a dream, one he won’t want to wake up from for a while. 

“Actually? I didn’t want to admit it earlier, but me too. I think you’re cute.”

Juhoon’s eyes widen, listening to his prayers being answered, the girl whom he’s been admiring from afar for so long feels the same way? Now he’s fully convinced he’s dreaming. Subtly, he pinches his arm, testing reality. Nothing changes, he’s still in the barren hallway with shitty vending machines and blinding lighting, staring at your pretty face. He laughs and looks at his feet, hoping you don’t see how red he’s truly become.

“I-”

Before he can start his sentence, the echo of footsteps and familiar voices echoes through the hall. He curses under his breath and closes his eyes, knowing exactly who the source of the ruckus is. Martin and Keonho come running down the hall, shouting Juhoon’s name with the biggest smiles on their faces. 

“Juhoon! We just scored with snacks, come eat with- NO WAY.”

Keonho comes to a stop, his mouth agape at the sight in front of him. Martin mimics his movements, equally as surprised as the boy next to him. Juhoon groans and shoves his head into his hands, the sudden interruption ruining his previous mood. Both of them come running over, Martin shaking Juhoon’s shoulders while Keonho jumps up and down like an excited child.

“So, your name is Juhoon?”

You laugh, asking him despite the chaos. He manages to push Martin off of him and nod, the warmth he previously felt returning as his attention diverts back to you.

“Yeah, what’s yours?”

He tilts his head, somehow not concerned with the sudden silence from his two friends.

“Y/n, it’s nice to meet you, cutie.”

You reply smoothly, before standing up and brushing off your outfit. Juhoon doesn’t get a chance to say goodbye as you rush off after spotting your friends, leaving him sitting there, flustered beyond belief.

“YO.. RIZZ!”

Martin yells and smacks Juhoon’s back, erupting in laughter. Juhoon groans and shoves him away again, embarrassment taking over rather quickly. Before moving to leave, he notices you left your water bottle. He picks it up, smiling. Now he has another excuse to speak to you.

He returns to his dorm that night, your conversation plaguing his mind. He crashes on his bed and groans, burying his face into a pillow. He can’t even begin to process what was said earlier; he never would’ve guessed you felt the same about him, nor did he believe his daydreams would ever become real. 

What truly kills him is how bold you were, that stupid nickname sliding so easily off your tongue. He wonders where you got the courage, especially after just meeting him a few minutes previously. Juhoon knows how much he’ll be overthinking that moment, and he accepts the future of many sleepless nights. He doesn’t care though; the fact that he was able to speak to you today is more than enough for him to power through the journey ahead.

The next day after practice, he rushes to your regular spot like always, not skipping a step in his routine. Juhoon has your water bottle in hand, ready to give it to you. He even practiced what he would say to you in the mirror. Very thoughtful, in his opinion. When he enters the hallway, he’s surprised to see you without your usual group surrounding you. He notices you’re searching for your water bottle right away and smiles sheepishly. He approaches you from behind and pokes you with the bottle, laughing as you gasp and whip around to face him. Your nerves calm as you recognize his face, and your water bottle in his hands.

“Oh, thank god, you found it.”

You let out a sigh of relief and take your water bottle from his hands, hugging it to your chest like you just found your lost dog. Juhoon can only smile like an idiot while he watches you sway around with it tight in your arms. He thinks you’re absolutely adorable.

“You left it yesterday. I didn’t want anyone to take it.”

He murmurs, trying to seem more nonchalant than he actually feels. You giggle watching him look away from you with a blush coating his cheeks. You can see right through his “chill” act, especially with how bashful he’s been acting around you. Without another thought, you throw your arms around the boy in front of you, not caring about the possibility of someone spotting you both and misinterpreting the action. Juhoon’s brain short-circuits; he wasn’t expecting that. He opens his arms and hesitantly wraps them around you, bringing you closer to his chest. He silently kisses his chill persona goodbye as you give him one last squeeze, pulling away from him.

“You’re the absolute best, thanks for keeping this safe.”

Like last time, you go to flee once again. Though you stop in your tracks and turn back to the flustered boy behind you. Juhoon raises his eyebrow, curious about what came to your mind.

“Give me your hand.”

He absentmindedly obeys your request instantly, placing his hand in yours with a look in his eyes that has your heart racing. You rummage around in your tote bag and pull out a pen, and you start writing your number on the back of his hand, making sure it’s neat so he can easily read it. You finish it off with a heart and your initials under it, with a “text me”, only to see him blush. You move away from him, smirking as the redness you desired to see spreads across his face. You turn around and wave goodbye, leaving him to drown in his thoughts.

Juhoon waits till he hears the door close behind him, and traces the numbers staining his skin. His heart threatens to burst as he examines the doodles you left as well. He runs his fingers through his hair, contemplating his life and the fact that he fell for a girl who is such a tease.

Juhoon specifically pushes off texting you until he’s alone, without his four other friends crowding his space, nosey about your relationship. He collapses on his bed and opens his phone, splaying out his hand in front of him so he can read your number. His heart rate slowly speeds up as he types every number in, wondering what he’ll say without being awkward. He’s thankful that it’s over text and not in person; he has all the time in the world to think about what to send. Juhoon saves your number as “y/n <3”, not caring about the thought of his friends seeing it.

The hard part is finding the words to text to you. He knows he should keep it simple, but something inside of him wants to send paragraphs detailing his feelings for you, but he knows better than to do that; he respects himself too much. He rolls around his bed, searching his brain for something, anything. After half an hour of straight contemplating, he says fuck it.

He starts typing, his fingers working fast as his eyes struggle to catch up with his speed. He stares at his screen before sending the message, instantly putting his phone down and rolling over to sleep off the anxiety.

J - Hey, pretty, it's Juhoon.

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve both been seriously getting to know each other, constant calls, back and forth texts, you're both having the time of your life. Though with that, you’ve both set boundaries, not only for the relationship, but the information you give to your friends. 

Even though it’s not necessarily romantic yet, people can still interpret things differently and get you both in trouble (even though it’s obvious you both want it to be more already). You’ve agreed to keep it on the down low, your idol careers on the line, which is something you both can’t sacrifice.

The routine didn’t stop after you both finally started speaking to each other— everyday, Juhoon rushes to the spot you two always meet, leaving his friends behind without another thought (they’re too happy for him to care anymore). Excitement fills his body as he makes it to the door leading to the hallway, a smile painted across his face. He walks through the entryway, except this time something was off, you’re there of course, but so is another boy he doesn’t recognize beside you. He’s whining, pouting, and you’re undeniably finding it adorable. Juhoon returns to his previous role, watching from afar, even if it is a little creepy. Jealousy takes over instantly, and suddenly his whole mood does a 180.

“I’m so bored of doing the same thing every day, when will we get freedom?”

The ginger whines, his eyebrows turning up as he complains. Juhoon takes this moment to examine his face. The fact that the other boy is really cute hits him like a truck, and suddenly he’s also pouting. You laugh at your friend, patting his shoulder as he continues to whine like a child; you find it extremely entertaining.

“You’re gonna hate being an idol if you’re already complaining, Kyungmin-ah.”

Juhoon cringes and sinks further into the corner he was already sulking in. Do you treat all your guy friends like you do him? He thought he was special, different than the people you’re usually around. You even told him that yourself. Yet, here you are touching his shoulder, cooing at him as he babbles about how bored he is. He’s jealous, jealous of how you touch him so casually, using friendly terms with him, and the fact that you’re both talking in the spot you two always frequent at. He shoves his face into his hands, blocking out your conversation for his own sanity.

He contemplates leaving until an alarm rings through his ears, Kyungmin gasps and looks at his watch, which is the source of the annoying beeping.

“Ahhh, more practice. See you later?”

You nod and push him away from you, encouraging him to rush to practice. As the other boy leaves, you notice Juhoon sulking in the corner. You raise an eyebrow before heading over to him, a hand on your hip as you stare him down suspiciously. He crosses his arms and pouts, refusing to meet your eye.

“What’s your problem?”

You ask, boxing him in the corner so he can’t escape you. He noticeably squishes himself further against the wall, suddenly shy, but still frustrated at you.

“Do you treat every guy the same? Who even was that?”

Juhoon suddenly gains confidence and straightens himself. He squints his eyes at you, jealousy painting his face. Instead of getting annoyed at his questioning, you laugh, finding this absolutely adorable. You step towards him, reach out, and touch his arms. Your fingers caress the skin, which makes him absolutely fold instantly. He hopes you don’t realize, but of course you do. You move closer, your hands trailing up his arms and resting on his neck, his breath hitching as your thumb brushes against his jaw.

“Are you jealous, cutie?”

You question, your tone effectively making his knees wobble. He gulps as your hands continue to travel, your fingers tangling in his brunette hair, brushing out the knots. Juhoon is rendered speechless; he can’t even argue with you while you’re actively making him putty in your arms. It’s your intention anyway.

“Do I touch every guy like this? Call them cute? Why don’t you tell me, Ju?”

Before he can even think about answering, you lean closer to him, your lips brushing against him. The way he brings you closer is the confirmation you need, and you close the gap between you. Juhoon’s hands travel to your sides, moving his lips against yours like he’s been wanting to do forever. He gets lost in the feeling of your lips, your fruity chapstick kissing his taste buds. When the kiss breaks off, you leave him stunned, his lips plump from the passion that went into it. He almost wants to lean back in and repeat the moment.

“Do you have your answer now?”

You tilt your head as you back away from him, that same smirk you always have on spreading across your face. He can only nod, still dazed, which you bask in. Before leaving him once more, you press a kiss on his cheek and frolic off, leaving Juhoon to his thoughts like you always do.

God, he’s in love.

a/n : FINALLY. FINISHED A FIC AGAIN.. anyways this is sickeningly sweet and I love them okai

a/n : thank u to the lovely @meirries for beta reading as well (ily!)

perm taglist — @beomtomie @sincerelysungho @ajjaehyun @leeknowramona @wensurr

cortis taglist — @trulytaesan @ivxae

　　𓂅　　zhao yufan (JAMES)

You wipe the sweat from your forehead as you finish the last chord of the song, throwing your head back once the adrenaline rush fades away.

It’s been a month since your boyfriend James invited you to join his band after the previous guitarist left, and it’s been the time of your life. Especially since you get to spend more time with him.

Today is different than most concerts, it’s your birthday, and you’re happy you get to spend it with the people you love surrounding yourself with.

“By the way,”

James speaking up pulls you out of your thoughts, the echo from the microphone bouncing off the walls of your brain. You make eye contact with him, raising an eyebrow after he smiles at you.

“It’s my girl’s birthday today, which happens to be the guitarist. It would mean a lot of you guys said happy birthday.”

Your eyes widen as you turn your head back towards the crowd, pink dusting your cheeks as they shout happy birthday. You mutter a small thank you into the mic in front of you before fiddling with your guitar pic.

After the show you pull James aside, laughing as you throw your arms around his neck.

“What was that for?”

He shrugs, not breaking eye contact with you.

“I just love you, happy birthday.”

He whispers, before closing the gap between you both.

　　𓂅　　martin edwards

You grumble as you listen to Martin rummage through his room, you try your best to ignore the crashes and slams you hear emitting from behind his door. You knock, and press your cheek against the wood.

“C’mon babe, we’re gonna be late! Are you sure you don’t need help?”

“No it’s fine! I just need to find something!”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and step away from his room. He’s going to be late for his own concert at this point, you anxiously watch the clock, your eyes following the hands as they tick.

Finally, your boyfriend rushes out of his room and throws a shirt at you. Before you yell at him, you take a good look at it. His band’s name is printed on it, along with “martin’s awesome girlfriend” under it. You giggle under your breath and roll your eyes.

“Martin.. I don’t even have time to change into this.”

“Guess you gotta change in the car then, let’s go!”

You hold the shirt close to your heart while Martin drags you out the door, a new warmth blooming inside of you.

　　𓂅　　kim juhoon

Juhoon’s garage fills with the noise of an untuned bass, and your frustrated protests. You’re learning how to play the bass since your boyfriend always rambles about how fun it is to play. You decided to pull out your father’s old bass from the closet and rush over to Juhoon’s, wanting him to be there for your learning process.

Of course, since it’s old and dusty, it’s also untuned, and you aren’t the most savvy with that just yet. You grumble as you twist the tuning pegs on the head of the instrument while plucking the E string, which never seems to sound right.

Eventually Juhoon gets sick of your complaining and puts down his own bass, and walks over to you, crouching in front of your knees.

“Want help?”

You open your mouth, wanting to deny his help. But, you’ve been battling with the same string for about an hour now, and you don’t see success in your future. You nod hesitantly, which he finds adorable. Juhoon circles behind you and leans in close, his breath brushing against your neck as he inspects the pegs.

You gulp, blush apparent on your face. Your boyfriend notices immediately and smiles, placing a small kiss on your shoulder.

“You’re turning it the wrong way princess.”

He says, before helping you tune the E string correctly. After, without a word, he returns back to his own guitar, leaving you flustered with 3 other strings to tune.

　　𓂅　　eom seonghyeon

You’re sat on Seonghyeon’s bed, leaning on the frame as you scroll through tiktok on your phone, bored out of your mind. Your boyfriend is adjacent from you, tapping his foot against the ground as he tries to search for inspiration for the song he’s drafting for his band.

After his 5th huff and his 8th puff, you put your phone down on the blanket, side eyeing the boy beside you.

“What’s your problem?”

You ask, inching towards Seonghyeon and leaning against him, peering at the notebook. He’s got the first verse done, but everything past it is a bunch of scribbles with random doodles around it. You laugh, to which he pouts, placing down his pencil.

“I just don’t have enough— Wait.”

Seonghyeon turns towards you with a new found excitement, you tilt your head as the grin on his face blooms. You absolutely cannot read this boy for the life of you.

“Kiss me.”

“What??”

Pink spreads across your cheeks as the question hits you. He groans and grabs your hand, shaking you impatiently.

“I need inspiration for this song! Now, please?”

You sigh, and give him an eye roll. Still, you move closer to him, and move your hand up to his cheek. Seonghyeon stares at you with so much adoration in his eyes it has you shying away. To hide your embarrassment you close the gap, his hands travel to your waist, his thumbs caressing your skin. You both melt into each other, wanting to be closer and closer to one another.

The kiss breaks off with gasps for air, and a giggly boyfriend in your arms. You can’t help but smile as he scoots to his notebook, suddenly bearing all the motivation in the world.

　　𓂅　　ahn keonho

It’s your and Keonho’s five month anniversary today, a day you’ve both been desperately waiting for. As a supposed gift, he gives you front row seats to his concert (even though it’s already guaranteed for you anyway), with a promise for dinner afterwards.

After an hour into the concert, the music slows down, a difference from the hard rock that was just playing a minute ago. Keonho sways side to side while playing an interlude on his guitar, humming a small tune under his breath.

“You guys having fun?”

He finally speaks into the mic, grinning wide when the crowd shouts in response. All you could do was admire him with a big smile on your face, and a lovesick look in your eyes.

“Hell yeah. Anyways, tonight is a very special night, it’s my five month anniversary with the best girl in the world. She has no idea, but I’ve been working on a song for her as a gift.”

Your hand covers your mouth as he starts singing, his voice and lyrics holding love that nobody else has ever had for you. Tears flood your eyes as you sway along to the music, touched by the sentimental thought behind it. The lyrics are familiar, your favorite things, memories you share, and your name written into the chorus. Your heart strains with love, wondering how you got so lucky.

After the concert ends, he meets you at the side of his house, the cold biting both of your skin.

“I love you so much.”

You say, bringing him into a sweet kiss.

hey. I freaking love these losers I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS COMCEPTTT. Idea came from an edit on tiktok I saw where it was cortis with the cure and UGHHH INNEES ITTT

perm taglist — @beomtomie @sincerelysungho @ajjaehyun @leeknowramona @wensurr

cortis taglist — @trulytaesan @ivxae

a / n : GUYS I POSTED IM SCARED

BONEDO — @leehanisleehaning @ajjaehyun @ivehan @chayuni400 @tsanho

࿐༢ㅤㅤ PARK SUNGHO ( VICTIM 01 )

📌 Park Sungho was the first to disappear ( as reported from the notes of Lee Sanghyeok. ), last seen at the entrance of the forest where the boys were previously seen exiting, it is believed they all went back in to find him. The forest is dark and ominous, yet you still step foot into your first mystery: The first boy to disappear.

ⓘ CONTENT WARNING ────⠀Murder, Paranormal, Semi descriptive gore, Horror, Violence, Some action(?), Angst, Occult, Cult mentions

WC TBD

📁 file for case 01

࿐༢ㅤㅤ LEE SANGHYEOK ( VICTIM 02 )

📌 Lee Sanghyeok, also referred to as Riwoo by friends, is assumed to be the last boy to go missing. Most information about this case is derived from tattered notes Riwoo left. The last entry was found near an abandoned mind shaft. Aware of the dangers ahead, you continue your journey into the old mines.

ⓘ CONTENT WARNING ────⠀Murder, Paranormal, Semi descriptive gore, Horror, Violence, Near main character death, Angst, Occult, Cult mentions

WC TBD

📁 file for case 02

࿐༢ㅤㅤ MYUNG JAEHYUN ( VICTIM 03 )

📌 Myung Jaehyun, the only boy that law enforcement believes is alive. Hikers report seeing him wandering the forest, but hiding when called out to. The last sighting was at the old boat dock everyone refuses to go to because of many rumors about the area being haunted. You’re collecting bruises from the investigation, but you’re eager to find at least one of the boys alive.

ⓘ CONTENT WARNING ────⠀ Paranormal, Horror, Violence, Semi descriptive gore, Angst, Some action, Cult mentions

WC TBD

📁 file for case 03

࿐༢ㅤㅤ HAN DONGMIN ( VICTIM 04 )

📌 Han Dongmin, also known as Taesan; is the case that personally causes you the most anxiety. People report sightings of a ghostly figure covered in blood, others even recount threats being whispered into their ears. Taesan is no doubt an angry ghost. You brace yourself as you head into a dark manor, hoping you’ll make it out alive.

ⓘ CONTENT WARNING ────⠀ Murder, Paranormal, Horror, Violence, Semi descriptive gore, Angst, Action, Cult mentions, Cannibalism, Religious horror, Near main character death, Occult

WC TBD

📁 file for case 04

࿐༢ㅤㅤ KIM DONGHYUN ( VICTIM 05 )

📌 Kim Donghyun, the one you have absolutely no idea about. No matter how much you searched, zero information has been provided on this mysterious man. You travel further into the manor, completely unaware of what you may discover. All you have is your camera, and a faint voice beckoning you to travel further into the dark manor.

ⓘ CONTENT WARNING ────⠀ Suicide, Paranormal, Horror, Violence, Semi descriptive gore, Angst, Mental health topics, Cult mentions, Occult

WC TBD

📁 file for case 05

࿐༢ㅤㅤ KIM WOONHAK ( VICTIM 06 )

📌 Finally, the last case, Kim Woonhak. Throughout your journey, you’ve picked up tape recordings echoing his voice, and in a way, he’s been guiding you all along. Carrying battle scars and running off pure adrenaline, you make your way to the abandoned cult settlement, your final destination.

ⓘ CONTENT WARNING ────⠀ Paranormal, Horror, Violence, Semi descriptive gore, Angst, Cult, Religious horror, Main character death, Skin ship

WC TBD

📁 file for case 06

a/n : HERE SHE ISS AND IM SOO EXCITED TO START WRITING AGAINN! I’d also like to say, if you don’t like heavy topics like this, scroll! I am not putting up with hate istg.