#seoho fluff

Leedo: 

you were trying to prepare dinner for him to surprise him with after a long day of work 

the emphasis here is on trying

because you somehow manage to completely fuck up the dish to the point it neither looks anything like what it’s supposed to, nor very edible

your boyfriend comes home to a mess of a kitchen and you in a panic, because there wasn’t enough time left to try again

instead of at least thanking you for your efforts, he immediately begins to scold you in that way where he does his best to keep his voice soft but you can unmistakably tell that he’s pissed off

and it’s not like you wouldn’t appreciate him telling you what you did wrong and what to watch out for the next time you try cooking this dish, but at that very moment you just really don’t want to hear it

so you kiss him to make him shut up

he’s obviously confused now and he immediately goes over to complaining about how you can’t just do that

however, when you keep kissing him he will give in and relax eventually, and you can convince him to simply order takeout food tonight

Keonhee: 

you and your boyfriend had been planning a weekend trip for months

however, when the time of the trip finally comes, he has to realize that he got sick

it’s only a cold, but you decide that it would be smarter to postpone the trip in case his condition gets worse

now obviously he’s frustrated because of that

so he keeps apologizing to you for getting sick and for not being more careful etc etc

like, he feels so sorry that you start feeling sorry too djhdjdx

he rambles on and on about how he really wanted to enjoy this weekend with you, how he wanted to go get good food with you and have a lot of fun and so on

not being able to watch him in this pitiful state anymore, you simply press a kiss onto his lips

he shuts up immediately, and just kisses you back

you tell him that it’s okay and that he shouldn’t beat himself up over it in between kisses, even though you’re sure he already got your message without you having to spell it out for him

and then eventually you just make out until you’re both feeling better

the trip gets postponed by a few weeks, and when you can finally go on your well deserved holiday, he makes sure to make it unforgettable for you

Hwanwoong:

you’re both at his place, currently taking a break from playing a game together and so you’re just lounging on the couch while eating snacks

he’s still talking about the game you just played

that’s when a glance at your boyfriend’s lips moving as he speaks sparks the desire to kiss him

you just want to know what happens and maybe you shouldn’t have been so curious about it

because now that your kiss has interrupted his rambles, he’s turning it into a challenge

he quickly presses a short kiss on your mouth, grinning at you playfully when he pulls back

you’re surprised by his reaction, but you don’t dislike this game he’s starting, so you reach out for his collar and pull him into the next kiss

you give each other playful kisses back and forth, until you’re both giggling messes, foreheads pressed together

“What was that even just now?” you wonder out loud, and Hwanwoong gives you another dramatic smooch

“I dunno. You started it?”

you go back to gaming after that, but now you’re sitting closer beside each other, to the point your upper arms touch (and you can always softly elbow the other in the side to make playing the game properly more difficult for each other lol)

Xion:

you’re out on a date with him and you’ve settled down in a cute café nearby

you’ve known something’s up with him ever since you first saw him that day, but now that you’re all seated, he finally begins to talk

he’s a bit hesitant to complain, but what you get from his rambles is that his brother did something to annoy him, but says Dongju is the annoying one instead

your boyfriend is clearly upset, and usually you can somewhat reason with him, but today he just won’t calm down

even when you try to explain to him that the situation is probably resolved easily if they talk about it again, he wants to hear none of it

however, not wanting to spend the rest of the day with a sulky boyfriend, you figure you should try something else to cheer him up

and so, when he keeps ranting about how unfair he thinks this all is, you get an idea

you lean across the table and you press a feathery light kiss onto his lips, immediately shutting him up

he’s blushing and he’s clearly embarrassed now

struggling to find his words, he eventually just gives up on agonizing over the fight with his brother

The way his cheeks and ears pinken is adorable. His jaw works minutely, biting the inside of his lower lip.

“Uh-huh.”

You straighten up again and fold your arms, tilting your head to try and glimpse between his cupped fingers. “Is it something I’m going to be disappointed is in my kitchen?”

He immediately starts closing the gaps of his fingers, shrinking back against the sink. “Disappointed? Not upset?”

“I’m never upset with you, bestie,” you say, feigning shock at the mere thought. “Only disappointed.”

He pouts, and maybe it takes a conscious effort not to stare at the pretty shape of his lips. Not that you’ll admit it.

“You’re only ever disappointed with me? Never pleased or happy or….anything else?”

Maybe you want to take that as something more. But what if you’re wrong? You deflect, grinning at him. “Your distractions won’t work on me. C’mon. Show me the thing.”

He swallows, then shakes his head rapidly.

You make a face at him. “Seoho.”

He shakes his head again.

You raise your eyebrows. Well. Time to play a little dirty.

You take another step closer to him and enter his space. You audibly hear his breath pause when you lean in close, setting the damp towel on the counter next to him.

“You sure?” You ask quietly, ignoring your own pounding heart. Focus.

Seoho’s next breath sounds shaky. “Mhm.”

A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You lean in a little closer, indulging yourself momentarily and staring at his mouth as you fumble behind him to turn off the faucet.

“Very sure?” You ask.

When you drag your gaze away from his lips, you realize he’s staring at yours. A rush of warmth shoots through you. No. Focus.

He doesn’t answer, too distracted. Now’s your chance. Gently, still looking at his face, you take his hands in yours, prying them open carefully. He offers no resistance, and you glance down inside them.

“Oh my god,” you yelp. “Is that a frog?”

Immediately Seoho jumps back into action, yanking his hands from yours and cupping them shut again. “No.”

“It is,” you say, laughing disbelievingly. “You brought a frog into my kitchen.”

“He was outside in the grass,” Seoho says, voice insistent. “And he was covered in grass clippings and there was some in his eyes and I felt bad and wanted to clean him up—”

“It’s a frog!” You laugh, incredulous. “They live in nature, they get dirty, that’s just how it goes.”

“But it was in his eyes,” Seoho protests, looking at you imploringly. “I was just gonna rinse him off and send him back out again—”

“And you couldn’t have done this with the hose why?”

Seoho looks indignant, pouting. “Look at him. He’s just a little guy. He needs something gentler.”

You’re staring at his hands, shaking your head. “My kitchen sink?”

“Only for a minute,” he pleads. “It just looked painful, he kept blinking and the grass kept staying stuck in his eye and he looked so sad, you should have seen his little face, his eyes were…”

He keeps making his case, but you lose the thread, gazing at him. Sweet, stupid boy. The worst in the whole world. Caring about garden frogs. What if this is my final straw?

As it happens, it is. Before you can process what you’re doing, you’ve grabbed a fistful of his collar and guided him close, planting your lips on his.

It’s a wonderful, wonderful half a second. And then Seoho squawks in surprise and you’re pulled back into reality.

He leans back, blinking, eyes wide on you. “What? I….what?”

Your insides are swirling into a chaotic tornado of dismay. What were you thinking? “I….sorry. You were, um. Saying? About the frog?”

Seoho does not continue about the frog. He continues blinking at you, gaze trailing down to your mouth. You shift from one foot to another, uneasy.

“Seoho…?”

He leans in and kisses you again. It’s gentle, sincere, and suddenly you wonder how in the world you’ve gone this long without doing this. You kiss him back, unfurling your fingers from his collar and resting your hands on his shoulders. He settles his hands on the back of your arms, guiding you closer, kissing you in a way that makes you wonder if he’s thought about this, too.

You break apart to breathe, staying nose to nose.

“Seoho,” you murmur.

He hums quietly, resting his forehead on yours.

“Where’s the frog?” You ask quietly.

He’s staring at your mouth again. “Hm?”

“The frog. Where is it.”

He blinks, then stiffens, realizing where his hands are.

“Um.”

“Is there a frog loose in my kitchen?!”

He leans back, staring all around your feet and behind you with increasing urgency. Guiding you back and forth by his grip on your arms, checking around you. “I….maybe?”

Unbelievable. You start searching around your feet, as well.

“I’ll make you a deal. If you find him first, I’ll kiss you again.”

He turns to look at you so quickly you worry he’ll crick his neck. “What if you find him first, instead?”

You shrug, smiling hopefully. “You’ll kiss me?”

He stares at you, bewildered.

“That’s….the same thing.”

You grin. “Then we’d better find him, yeah?”

A slow, bemused grin spreads over his face.

“I….yeah. Okay.”

For @ranotonin

"hard to forget," you muse, "i ignored the number one rule society drills into our heads as a kid—never go with strangers."

this makes seoho laugh again. "yeah, we're definitely lying to our kids about how we met."

you agree. there's no way you're telling a child that seoho, a complete stranger, slid into your booth while you're actual date was in the bathroom, stole one of your fries, proceeded to tell you you looked bored as fuck, and offered you a way out. not a chance in hell that you're telling them that he was right—that you were infinitely grateful for the opportunity to ditch, left your date with the bill, and ended up having the night of your life.

"we can tell them about the incredibly romantic half jog we did to escape unnoticed and how we somehow found a place that served the worst pizza this town has ever known, though."

"or about how you ruined my favourite jeans by not telling me i was about to sit on a bench with a "fresh paint" sign on it," you say, scooting a little closer under the covers to purposefully pinch his arm.

he reaches out, catching your hand. seoho's fingers sink into the empty space between yours with habitual ease, and he gently presses his lips to your knuckles. "i gave you something to remember me by, for free!" he quips, smiling, causing you to knock your hands into his chin in defiance.

"you couldn't have gotten me a corny keyring or something, like a normal human being?" you bite back, no malice in your words whatsoever.

"now where's the fun in that?"

you hook your ankle behind his thigh, pulling him in closer. "you're lucky i'm a very forgiving person. and a sucker for plushies."

kissing seoho is one of your favourite things to do. his lips are so soft, molding perfectly with yours, like they were made to kiss you and only you. his mouth is warm, igniting a spark in your chest that pushes fire through your veins with ease.

with one swift motion he's hovering over you, hand now resting on your thigh that's pressing into his hip. lips ghosting over yours, you can feel his smile before he speaks again, "i knew all those years losing money at the claw machines would pay off some day."

It’s been a long day… Not to quote that famous song because that would be way too sad given your actual circumstances, but it had actually been a long day. Starting your first job after graduating from uni, having to pay extra attention to every new task and detail and order, trying to fit in during lunch breaks, and wanting to figure it out if this is actually something you would want to do for a living… Well, that was a long list to fulfill each and every day, and the new environment and the pressure to do well from the start did wear you out.

No wonder you were feeling tired after leaving the office and heading towards the metro station, wanting nothing more than to indulge yourself in your favourite weekday drama and a bowl of warm soup. Or hot tea. Or anything warm because the late fall weather wasn’t kind to you, and if it hadn’t been enough that your hair had looked like a mess because of the extremely windy weather by the time you had gotten to work, it had been raining all day, raindrops dotting the windows ever so frequently like patches on a canvas, covering the sky in gloomy grey.

All of these combined made your early morning enthusiasm evaporate, and now you were more than thankful that you could hop down on an empty seat on the metro, mindlessly zoning out and letting your wandering thoughts circulate around you, not attacking your conscience every other minute. Even though the vehicle was full of the after-shift buzz, you blocked out nearly every kind of noise because your brain just couldn’t process what was going on.

Except a certain male voice’s exciting chattering beside you.

“How did he manage to kick into the shower cubicle and break his pinky toe?” he shrieked, exasperated. “I swear to god Keonhee will end up dating a nurse because at this rate, he’s like a VIP guest at the hospital,” he chattered joyfully, and even though he was a tad bit surprised, it seemed that he wasn’t actually that surprised. Given his words, you assumed that this certain Keonhee was a living disaster, unexpected (and unpleasant) events always happening to him.

“Yeah, I can imagine that. Dongju may be younger, but he seems like he’s more mature than Keonhee. Well, most of the time, you know, so I’m not surprised. Keonhee is lucky though that he was there in the flat because as much of a drama queen Keonhee is, I’m sure he would have called someone else first instead of the ambulance,” he continued with a beaming giggle that was so pleasant to hear after a whole day of listening to mainly the keyboard’s sound or your co-workers’ chattering. It was light and soothing, similar to the cracking of wood at a bonfire night and the birds chirping when nature awakens at the beginning of spring.

You were ready to listen to his mellow voice even more, letting it soothe your nerves when he stopped in the middle of his next sentence, and somehow you could feel his eyes on you, so you snapped your head back at him, locking eyes with him, and in that moment, you realised that you had been zoning out, and it must have seemed like you had been staring at him.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to stare, I was just zoning out,” you justified with an awkward smile, and you didn’t know whether it was actually polite to talk to him while he was talking to someone on the phone, but he merely dropped a friendly smile, his eyes smiling along with his lips, and gosh, if it wasn’t the cutest sight, what was it? Dimples showing, eye smile on full display, chocolate-brown orbs twinkling with mirth, slightly curly locks sitting a bit messily on top of his head (well, the wind was cruel to everyone, it seemed)... He was so cute, your heart literally skipped a beat.

The boy merely mouthed an ‘it’s okay’ seeing your embarrassed antics, and waved his hands in front of him in an attempt to soothe your nerves.

“I’ll call you back later, Hwanwoong… Yeah, keep me updated on Keonhee’s condition… Yeah, thanks. Bye!” He finished the call with the same enthusiasm as he had started it, and you were so guilty that you looked away only to be addressed by him in the next moment. “Had a tiring day?” he inquired gently and curiously, and when you averted your eyes back to him, all you could see was sincerity.

You weren’t the type of person who striked conversations with strangers on the metro, but it was your fault that he had taken notice of your presence, so you felt like it was your duty to answer him. Not to mention that he was nothing but kind so far.

“Yeah, quite,” you mumbled, unsure of how much to say to him and to what degree he was actually curious about your answer. You would be naive if you assumed that he had hung up because of you, so you didn’t even dare to muse over such matters. However, you couldn’t help but wonder whether he was that interested in your answer, or he was merely the type who was good at initiating conversations with random strangers. Though technically, you had been the first one to speak up.

He hummed hearing your answer, chocolate-brown eyes turning a shade darker. He must have taken notice of the weariness in your tone and your slightly disheveled state because the air turned a bit solemn for a moment. Thus, you were ready to dive into your own self-pity, but he wasn’t one to let you do so easily.

“I mean, I would have felt flattered if you had been staring at me because you wanted to, but I get that it was just because you were tired,” he explained jokingly, his tone light and playful. Even though there was nothing akin to flirty in the way he looked at you, you felt a blush creeping onto your face, and it definitely didn’t help your already frazzled up nerves.

“Sorry,” you croaked out, but you felt like punching yourself in the face right away. Why would you even say sorry for that? Gosh... you were so awkward.

The boy was taken aback, too, but he let out a lighthearted giggle instead, one that indicated that he didn’t deem the situation embarrassing, more like amusing.

“No need to say sorry. I’m really not that self-centered. I’ve just figured you could use some joy in your life. Or well, in your day,” he noted gently, and the way he saw right through you warmed your heart. His eye smile was already enough to soothe your frazzled nerves, but his behaviour was really nothing but supportive and understanding so far, so you didn’t see the point in doubting his words.

“It worked,” you let him know with a tired albeit grateful smile, and he smiled back, his eyes turning into little crescents, dimples invited into the corner of his lips yet again. He was like a sunflower, turning towards the warmth of the sun, and thriving on it, showing its most radiant colour when he was being all happy and joyful.

You couldn’t enjoy this moment any further because the next stop was announced, and the boy bolted up as if he had woken from a daze, but turned back to you before he would get off:

“Hope the rest of your week will go well! Keep going!” He wished wholeheartedly as he balled his hands into fists, giving you one last radiant smile before the metro’s doors opened and he disappeared into the crowd.

You blinked after him, confused at what had just happened, but thankful nevertheless that there were still people like him who were there to genuinely brighten someone else’s day.

You didn’t think too much into the encounter with that cute stranger because you weren’t delusional, and the more days passed by, the more hope you lost that you might see him again. You were more preoccupied with your internship anyways, and it was enough to keep your thoughts at bay. You were getting better and better at executing your tasks, and your boss even complimented you the other day, so you felt like you were starting to get the hang of it.

Half a year had passed by in an instant, and if it weren’t for the orange-haired boy looking up and catching your eyes when you took a seat beside him on the metro, you were sure that you wouldn’t have noticed that it was the same stranger with the eye smile from before because obviously, he looked different with his orange locks. You wavered a bit in the movement of sitting down, and he kept his eyes on you too, so you had a feeling that he remembered you just as well, but you couldn’t be sure, so you pulled yourself together, and sat down as quickly as possible.

You sat in complete silence for about a minute, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you could have mistaken him for someone else, but then again, you wouldn’t be able to forget that adorable eye smile of his, so you were sure that it was him. He merely didn’t recognise you.

“Sorry…” The orange-haired boy spoke up after clearing his throat, and you averted your eyes to look at him. Your heartbeat picked up its pace as you locked gazes with him, and you could feel a blush creeping onto your face. “Have we met before?”

It would have been a cringey pick-up line if it had been for other circumstances, but there was clear confusion written on his face, and you knew that you had indeed met before, so you nodded, not keeping the answer to yourself.

“Yes. We’ve met on the metro once,” you let him know gently, your lips raised into a smile when you saw that the realisation dawned on him, confusion erased from his features as if sand had been swept off by the ocean waves.

“Now I remember! You were the girl who apologised for staring at me! I mean, for not staring at me,” he explained a bit clumsily, and you both let out a little chuckle by the end. It could be seen that he meant no harm with his words, and you could really not blame him for slipping on his words like that. You were merely relieved that he remembered you.

“Yeah, that’s right.” You nodded, feeling suddenly anxious about the continuation. What were you supposed to say? What was right to say in this situation? Did you even have to say anything more?

Your undulating thoughts kept you back from actually doing anything, thus you let yourself be sucked in by those warm chocolate-brown orbs that were resembling little crescents on the night sky, his joyfulness painting stars around his eyes. When you looked into those eyes, you felt comforted and safe, as if someone was covering you with a blanket and handing you a cup of hot tea on a particularly cold winter night. You didn’t know how he did that, but you immediately felt your heartbeat going back to normal, and you could breathe again: wholly and with relief.

“You had longer hair last time, right?” he broke the silence, curiosity lacing his words. You were taken aback that he remembered such a small detail about you, but you were more grateful than shocked.

“Yeah, I cut it shorter when spring began. Having long hair is a hassle when the weather is warm,” you explained to him, and he chuckled a bit. “But you dyed yours!” You pointed it out, and his laughter became louder, his dimples more prominent.

“Oh yeah. That was because I lost a bet, so my friends could decide what colour I should dye my hair.”

“Orange isn’t the worst colour they could have chosen though. It kinda suits you,” you blurted out without thinking twice about it, but you immediately wanted to take back your words. Not because he wanted to take advantage of your compliment, but because you didn’t want to sound creepy or outright flirty. What could you do though when it was true?

The boy’s eyes became almost miniscule, and a blush was painting his cheeks in a pinkish shade which was absolutely adorable, but you had a feeling that if you were to comment on it, he would become even shyer. He was definitely still really cute, and your heart was wishing to capture this moment, putting it away in a separate box, so whenever you felt down, you could open it and look at it.

“Thanks. I wasn’t really sure about it, but kids especially seem to love it,” he shared with you in a friendly manner, and hearing that, you raised an eyebrow, wondering if he had anything more to add to it. So he did, telling you about that one time when he had walked by a group of kindergarteners, and they had stopped him because they had wanted to take pictures with him, thinking that he might have been an idol with his orange-coloured hair. On top of that, his friends liked to call him orange-head, but he didn’t mind. He only had a few more days anyways until the bet would be over, so he could dye it back soon.

He seemed like a fun-loving guy, and hearing about his friends yet again, you could guess that they were an equally lovable bunch, so your smile was ever so genuine as you were listening to him. However, just like last time, you didn’t have a lot of time to spare because he was getting off sooner than you would, but now he notified you in time, so you had time to say goodbye to him.

“I’m glad we met again. It was…” You started, searching for the right word to say. “A lovely coincidence.”

“Fate,” he said at the same time as you, and your cheeks were heating up yet again, going well with your burgundy blouse. He tried to laugh off his words, but you could see that he hadn’t really expected to blurt out such a thing, so he was a bit ashamed, trying to make up for it with his next question. “Anyways, do you want to maybe... exchange numbers? You know, if you want to talk more.”

“Sure.” You nodded without much hesitation, not minding getting to know him better. Due to the short time you had left, you were quick to save each other’s numbers in your phones before you would arrive at his stop. You just managed to finish with it when the metro’s doors opened, and you waved him away, a smile plastered onto your face.

Before he would get off completely, he looked back and exclaimed:

“Oh and I’m Seoho!” He introduced himself with a wide smile, and as the doors closed in front of him, you could only giggle to yourself, watching his fading silhouette still waving in your direction.

After you had exchanged numbers with Seoho, you began messaging each other on Kakaotalk. It began with mere ‘how are you’ messages, then turned into funny memes and then turned into deeper, less casual conversations about your past experiences, dreams and the life lessons you had already learned. There was a lot more to Seoho than you could have thought so based on his bubbly personality and adorable eye smile, but you felt like you were looking forward to your days because of him, and it was such a thrilling, heart-fluttering feeling.

In the beginning, you were just messaging each other, but then you started bumping into him more and more at the metro station, and soon enough, you put together the pieces: Seoho always purposely waited for you at the metro station if he was the first to arrive. Otherwise, why else would he be sitting there, looking around, seemingly searching for someone until his gaze settled on you? At first, you thought that it was a silly idea, but the more it happened, the more certain you became.

So since it was evident that he enjoyed spending time with you, and he wanted to spend time with you on purpose, you began to wait for him too whenever you finished with work sooner. Meeting him at the end of your days was uplifting and heartwarming. He was such a ray of sunshine, and even though sometimes you didn’t get his jokes or his weird antics, he always managed to make you smile, and you were incredibly thankful for him. He was like a warm blanket on a windy autumn night or the warmth of the first rays of sunshine after a storm.

No wonder you got closer the more time you spent together, and you liked waiting for his messages just as much as you liked waiting for him (and being waited by him) at the metro station. That’s why you felt this something between you two shifting towards something more serious after a while, but you didn’t want to get the wrong message or rush anything, so you just enjoyed your time with him as it was.

However, when you were just casually talking about movies, and having one that you were both interested in, you didn’t think that the conversation would take a different turn.

“Then, do you want to watch it together at the cinema?” Seoho raised a curious eyebrow as he looked at you, an expectant smile hiding in the corner of his lips. Since you met up mostly while commuting or interacted through messages, it would be the first time you would meet at a different place, so it felt new.

However, you couldn’t say no just as much as you couldn’t have said no when he had first asked if he could have walked you home.

“Sure, I’d love that.” You nodded, gifting him with a wide smile, but there was still some doubt in his eyes, and after he blurted out the following, you knew why:

“Can it be a date, too?”

You felt your cheeks heating up at his suggestion, but you would be lying if you said that the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. Plus, how could you say no to him when he looked at you so adorably, and his eyes were smiling alongside his lips?

“Yeah, sure,” you gave in without giving it a second thought, and as you saw his lips raised into an even wider smile, you didn’t even mind doing so.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is affectionate, and will show it rather with words, or little attentions that come out of nowhere, rather than big displays of physical affection.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Would probably start by you hating on how loud he could be. Like if you started knowing each other in class, you’d be probably annoyed by him because of that, but soon learn that he’s a complete sweetheart.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He likes it, but it’s not his favorite thing in the world. Like he’ll obviously cuddle if you two are reading, or watching a movie, but he’s not the type to lay in bed just to cuddle.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’s like a godmother fairy. He might not have the initiative of cleaning most of the times, but if you ask for help he’ll gladly do it, and boy is he good at it. He likes when everything is tidy and clean.

He might want to settle down someday. That’s not his first priority right now, but he can well imagine a domestic life.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Even if Seoho is an emotional boy, I don’t see him crying in front of his partner. He might do it later on, when he’s alone, or with someone very close that could comfort him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He is one faithful guy, I just know it. As for marriage, he’d probably want to as well, just to experience the magic of the moment.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gentlest boy, especially emotionally. He’s always careful of not saying something he could regret, and if he does, by mistake, he’ll spend days making it up to you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes big hugs when in private. If you’re not alone, he’ll still have probably an arm wrapped around you. If he gets jealous, or carried away by an emotion, he’ll probably bear hug you though, not caring if anyone is here.

His hugs ar as soft as they’re full of force, and love.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He could probably say it quite fast ? I see him as someone who is not scared to say it, and will probably repeat it a lot.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s very good. I mean, if Seoho was the one singing me lullabies, I’d wish to be a child to. He doesn’t want children on his own that fast, but he still enjoys it when you’re having nephews or young cousins over.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Not lazy mornings, but you won’t get out of bed at 6 am as well. You might both spend an hour or so just cuddling when you have the time to, just enjoying each others presence.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He likes to go out at night a lot. Because of his job, most of his days and nights are spent at the company, and they don’t really have a lot of time to go to the cinema, or eat out. So when it’s just the two of you, he’d want to do that a lot. It also happens sometimes that some of the Oneus members will tag along.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It’s not that he’s not open, but he’s very hard to read? He won’t hide things or anything on purpose, that’s just his character, the way he is.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He is clearly not the most patient one of the members. He’s not the one to yell or anything, but if he’s annoyed, he’ll clearly make it understandable.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Seoho has amazing memory. He’ll probably even remember details that you’ve forgotten yourself.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time he took you out to dance. He loved how you felt under his hands, how beautiful you looked.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He wants to be protective, but he also knows that you can do it yourself, and that he shouldn’t always intervene. He tends to get scared about you a lot, but tries to control it.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Expect a lot of spontaneous dates, or hang outs. Like the boy will text you, ask if you’re doing anything, and if you say no, he’ll be like « good, because i’m already at your front door ».

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Not telling you when something bothers him. Well its not only just not telling you, it’s actually not telling anyone, and letting things bottle up.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not that much ? He has a lot of confidence in his looks, so he’s not going to check himself in the mirror every 5 minutes.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Seoho attaches himself easily to someone, and deeply, so I think yes. He’s going to be okay as long as his mind is occupied, but at night for example, when he’s alone, he might miss you more than ever.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I know you saw that coming, but singing. The boy sings all the time, and to be frank, that’s not something you mind. If it could have come across as annoying before you guys started dating, now you’d feel it extremely weird if he doesn’t sing during the day. It’s often an indicator that he doesn’t feel good.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He seems like he doesn’t like very loud or obnoxious people. He doesn’t want all the attention on him, so he probably won’t like a partner that tries to get it on themselves.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

(y/n)'s pov

* 6.45 pm *

Ugh, I hate my life. Or not really, more like this day. I couldn't sleep last night, had a hectic and stressful day at work, forgot to eat lunch because I had so much to do, when I later remembered to quickly eat a sandwich I dropped it on my shirt so now it's stained. To top it all, I have missed like 10 calls from my boyfriend and 25 messages meaning that he will be incredibly worried about me and therefore not focusing on his own work. In case you didn't know I am dating Lee Seoho from the Kpop group Oneus. I love Seoho, a lot. We have dated for 2 years now and even if he knows that if I don't work as an idol, I cannot always answer the phone when he calls me he still becomes worried and wonders if something has happened.

* 7 pm *

I finally left the office, 2 hours later than usual. I began walking to the train in order to get home when all of a sudden someone runs up to me and pulls me into a hug. I am startled and I freeze. Who is it? Is this person going to kill me? Kidnap me?

"L- l- let go of me" I managed to say even though all I was thinking was 'please don't kill me, I want to live and be with Seoho'. I began to cry.

"Shh- please don't cry. (y/n), have I done something wrong? You weren't answering my calls or my texts, you weren't home and now you don't want me to hug you?" ...

That voice - Seoho.

"Shh, calm down. Please you know I don't like to see you cry" Seoho tried to comfort me but I sensed his uncertainty in whether or not he could actually touch me since I reacted like that before.

"I- I am not angry. Not with you, Seo. It's just... A bad day. A very bad day. I didn’t fall asleep at a good time so then I overslept which angered my boss so she gave me more work to complete today than I should have for a whole month. And I just haven't had an opening to call you back or even text you I haven’t even eaten anything all day. I am sorry that I made you worry for nothing." While I was talking the tears stopped but I felt exhausted and I could barely stand anymore. I guess the lack of sleep and food was finally getting to me.

"It's okay. And even if you had answered, I would still worry. What you are telling me right now is making me worry about you. You know why?" he asked as he stepped closer once again.

"No" I whispered.

"Because I love you. You are the love of my life, my (y/n). And every second that you don't spend within my arms all I do is think about you. I love you and I just want you close to me at all times because you make me happy. you make my days better." He rocked us slowly back and forth, he spoke with a steady voice and firm but loving tone. There was no discussing whether or not he felt like that because it was so clearly the truth that any stranger who heard only one word would know.

"Let's go home and cuddle. I will cook some dinner for you, while you lay down and rest, then we will eat and watch a movie while we cuddle. Oh and call in sick for tomorrow or I’ll do it for you"