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san is taking his time and everyone else's. the referee is getting that twinge of annoyance in his brow, but san doesn't care. he'll eat the penalty point for being a dick. he watches his friend from across the net as he dribbles a fourth time, the texture of the tennis ball is the closest thing he has to familiarity - to being on the same level with wooyoung. more importantly, with you.

a decade ago you had been running circles around the both of them, but now you can't even answer a halfhearted serve. you have to count your breathes to stop you from springing to your feet and growling out every obscenity you can think of at the two idiots that won't get this game over with. they haven't been playing tennis, they've been parading around their failures and broken hearts. it's pissing you off, but your white knuckle grip and one, two, three pattern is keeping you where you are. you shouldn't have given either of them the chance - you shouldn't have gone ahead and let tennis define you.

wooyoung tilts his chin if just to give san a more pointed expression. it doesn't speed him up. the deliberate drag of the moment makes wooyoung think about the past. think about the first night he and san had seen you in the flesh, together, right after they'd won their junior doubles.

san remembers it too. remembers the clothes you were wearing, sports tape wrapped around one wrist, your hair a slight mess from the celebratory dancing. but san also remembers wooyoung's slackjawed stare. the spark of intrigue that had shot up through the both of them, but had nearly lit wooyoung on fire. they'd been friends for three? - no four years at that point - and he'd never seen wooyoung starstruck. not even he stumbled back into their shared room after his first handjob.

you don't remember that night, mostly because you don't count it as the night you meet those two for real - no that came later in your memory. after san had beaten wooyoung in the singles match the next day. you had scribbled your number down on your tournament ticket and passed it to san in a neatly pressed square - wooyoung had hollowed out his cheeks like he didn't care, but was also hurt beyond words.

felt like writing about love again. i believe in it. other love languages: day6 

sangyeon

acts of service 

at first, it’s wordless. just the happenstance that he remembers that you do your laundry every thursday evening and shows up at your doorstep with extra fabric softener. just the coincidence that he brought over that comfort food you mentioned craving a day or two ago.

but then, it becomes a welcomed understanding. he is going out of his way to pick you up from your late shift, even though he’s got practice in the next two hours. he is carrying that extra heavy delivery the postman left three doors down. 

“i’m doing this because i chose to. i’m doing this because i am accommodating and compromising and sacrificing and even hindering myself knowingly for you. without annoyance, without the idea that you owe me anything in return.”

sangyeon is extremely bond orientated - once he’s with you, he’s with you. in many ways, you come before he does.

you try to assure him that you can clean that up later or grab those groceries after work, but why should you? he’ll do it.

“you live in the opposite direction of where i’m going.”

“so?”

“won’t it be annoying to drive back and forth twice?”

“no, because while i’m driving you there - we’ll be together. how could that ever be annoying?”

sangyeon moves you closer to him, puts his hands on yours and then wraps them around his torso so that you can press as close as possible to his chest

you never tell him when you need a hug like this, he just knows to do it 

jacob

quality time 

simplicity is his favorite thing in the world, and there isn’t anything more simple then showing up

it can be a soft and comfortable silence, you sit against the pillows on his bed and read, the bookmark he brought you back from tour waiting for you to pick a spot to pause. jacob sits at his desk, tuning his guitar and scrolling through samples of songs the company sent over. halfway through the list he notices you humming that one tune in particular and a smile curls at his lips.

it can be a get together with everyone, almost rehearsed in the energy of the room. you and jacob where you both belong, enveloped in your bubble. he pats his knee and you lean against it as you watch the chaos of his members unfold around you. his hand is around your waist, you press a small kiss into his hair every now and then between laughs. 

jacob just wants you around

he wants your presence, the shift of the air in the room when you move around, the smell of your body wash on his clothes, the comfort in knowing he can reach out into a direction and touch your warm skin

although he’s a homebody who likes his alone time

he’s come to love you so much that being alone together is the only option he even considers anymore 

younghoon

words of affirmation 

it doesn’t matter that his job comes with the perk of being showered in constant comments and screams and declarations, both digital and inperson, of love. 

younghoon needs to hear you say it everyday. 

it can be any form of “i love you”, it can be “i’m proud of you.” or “i care about you.” or “i see how hard you’re working, i see how much you try.” 

it has to come from you and you have to be clear about it.

either in a whisper against the shell of his ear right after you two wake up or a bright exclamation when you return home and he rushes to gather you in his arms 

younghoon can sometimes fall into the hole of equating his worth to the praise that he hears from others, and you gently try to coax him out of this, but you still understand that it’s who he is - so you’ll remind him as much as he needs that you love him for him

for the version of him on stage, off stage, in public, in private.

but also, that his worth is his own. you know the work he puts in. 

your voice calms him down, it centers him, and sometimes he can get a little too head over heels with his emotions so having you talk him through it helps a lot

younghoon falls asleep on the phone with you almost every night that you two aren’t together, “say it again please….” his voice dips an octave as he floats between consciousness and sleep, “we’ll see each other soon, you know i like you, but you know i love you too.”

hyunjae 

physical touch

surprise, surprise - but no really, it is physical touch

there is a longing inside of hyunjae that feels a little like grasping, he’s always reaching out to be held. that grasping finally finds a purpose when he meets you.

kissing you is natural, having you run your hands down his back is natural, pressing his face into the crook of your neck is natural.

and when he isn’t close to you, he feels like a part of him is unnatural. kind of like a phantom limb.

there’s a reassurance in his heart that everything will be ok, but it’s only true when you’re holding each other - and hyunjae isn’t the type to shy away from that. no hyunjae tells you this, tells you that the skin to skin contact is that important to him. 

you are that important to him.

yes it can be a little clingy, but there’s something so endearing of having to use both your hands to do the dishes and hyunjae offers his help but you wave him off and yet he insists on sticking onto you, happy to watch the repetitions of your hands

there’s something endearing about his body even seeking you out in its sleep, wrapping you up - regardless of how sticky and sweaty you two get - hyunjae kicks the blankets off and pulls you close, eyes still shut 

juyeon

acts of service 

to be more precise, it’s more like acts of gratitude….acts of an answer. juyeon always wants to repay your choice of loving him with an action, something tangible that isn’t just a physical gift

he’s like a cat in the sense that he could bring you twigs and scraps but instead he chooses to do something more, well, helpful

nothing makes him happier than spending a night out with you, blissful happiness, then making sure to wake up earlier so he can make you your favorite kind of breakfast - or get an early start on your cleaning - or even just fix that loose screw on your bathroom’s mirror

because when you notice the little act, you thank him with a small surprised but beautiful happiness that makes him feel like you can understand just how much he adores you

showing the well of his love can be hard, doing these little things makes it easier

sometimes when you don’t even really notice the little things he’s done (brought your slippers in closer from where you kicked them off in the other room, wiped the table down before you set dinner) 

he still feels that swell in his heart

“i’ll do it because i love you.” 

“won’t it be hard to do?”

“not if it’s for you.” 

changmin

physical touch

changmin’s own pride has everything to do with his body. his dancing makes up a part of his life that he would be lost without, so having you get to experience this body he has put so much work into really couldn’t be more of an authentic way of showing his love

and sure, intimacy and touching and caressing, but more than that it’s the attention and care

you massage his shoulders absentmindedly, trace lines on the lean muscle of his forearm, press yourself comfortably in-between his legs as the warmth wraps you two up closer

changmin takes great pleasure in knowing that you trust how strong he is, how lithe he can be in his movements, how that’s a trait of his that gets you going 

even little squeezes of his palm in yours are enough to get you a little bit excited - it electrifies changmin’s heart even more

“do you want to hold my hand?”

“we’re in line at the grocery store.”

“still, it feels nice to hold it right?”

chanhee

receiving gifts 

yes, in part the expensive and flashy and finer things in life are just chanhee’s preference but it’s not the act of spending money that’s the love language 

it’s the proof that you know him so well. that you pay attention.

because chanhee is hard to actually shop for, he has always assumed he knows himself best and something can cost a lot but not be in his taste at all (this has been a common occurrence over his past relationships)

but you just get it. you get him. you get his tastes and his preferences and sometimes it’s almost like you can read what he needs before he really even knows it himself

so even if it’s something small and cheap or big and fancy - chanhee cherishes each and every one - because when you give it to him it reminds him:

this person really understands me, they listen, they love me.

and chanhee spoils you in return

he will never admit it, but part of him is playing catch up to just how amazing you are at giving him gifts

he hopes he can read you like you can read him, because apparently he’s been an open book ever since you two got together

kevin

quality time + physical touch

his language is here’s this experience i want to do, but we have to do it together or else it isn’t worth it

most of the times - this experience is outdoorsy, sporty, and most of all - fun

kevin’s love of live music events means he’s willing to splurge big on your favorite artists and then hold you close the entire time you’re both there - singing at each other and kissing and grabbing your hands like you’re kids again and this is your first concert ever

it’s also sometimes just a fancy rock climbing gym where kevin gets to hoist you up on his shoulders 

or a all day pass at some new resort or theme park where kevin is happy to indulge in all the thrilling rides and yummy treats and matching souvenirs with the agreed upon “never let go of my hand or you might get lost” and water breaks that end with kisses

it’s the constant need to make memories, but kevin loves you so he wants those memories to always have you front and center

naturally extroverted, his love is big and proud and jumping into something new with the person you trust the most just seems to be the best way to prove that 

haknyeon

quality time

similar to jacob, he enjoys his time alone and is a bit more of a homebody but the one thing about haknyeon is that he is very precise in the people he allows close to him

and by close, i mean exactly that, who gets his time is very important and he doesn’t just give it out without meaning

so the fact that he can justify spending all 24 hours, all seven days a week with you is a testament to just how much he loves you 

haknyeon is quick to shut down situations he doesn’t want to be in. he doesn’t compromise just to make others in the room feel like he isn’t being rude. 

he has lots of hobbies and he has passions that he’d rather devote himself to

but you - you are the exception. you are allowed everywhere, all the time, all at once.

and haknyeon wants to share what he does with you. he picks you over his solitude without question. it nearly shocks the rest of tbz just how much haknyeon goes out of his way to include you in his time.

“every minute is precious to me, my life is so busy i feel like i barely get to live it sometimes - but if doing nothing meant i could do it with you forever, i would.” 

sunwoo

words of affirmation 

idol or not, sunwoo has a bad habit of finding the negatives - so sometimes all he really craves is someone who can tell him the truth without fail. that truth is a fact he sometimes forgets: sunwoo, you are always worth it and you are always loved.

eric calls him gloomy when he gets like this, but one phone call from you or even a text can change sunwoo’s whole day around

his heart grows three sizes when you pat his cheek and tell him he’s the cutest boy you’ve ever seen 

in a funny way, sunwoo gets embarrassed when you’re too straightforward about it

he gets all hot at the neck and tries to stutter out a “d-don’t say that.” when you get really impassioned, proclaiming that he’s the one you want to be with forever and there isn’t anyone else on this planet that could the one for you but him 

but it makes his head spin with that feeling - that feeling of love, a love that is almost on par with godly infatuation because how is it real that you, you - YOU!!! feel that way about him!!! the way he feels about you!!!

sunwoo is still pretty young, but he can’t help it - declaration like that make him believe that that love he watched on tv or read about in comics, it’s real.

it’s you. 

eric

acts of service + physical touch

so for eric, the above two are the same thing

smothering you with love, with his hands in your hair and his lips on yours and the entire world melting away into nothingness - that’s touching, yes, but that’s also a service

making you feel appreciated and loved makes eric feel appreciated and loved

the best way to do that is to be physical, everything must be tangible to eric for him to really feel it at full force

of course, he can be a little overwhelming sometimes, but it comes with being with him 

the answer to any of your lifes problems (in eric’s opinion) is having him show up at your front door with whatever you need, but more importantly with himself and his pretty face and strong hands and dedicated on track state of mind

you sometimes assume this honeymoon need will fade as you are together longer, but it never does

eric’s energy is poured into actions and transferred from his palms onto your skin

eric describes it to people like this: 

sikpang on X: "If you continue to support K-pop unconditionally without boycotting the aggressive misogynistic attitudes of Korean men, the problem will not change. A new handsome male idol may emerge in the future, and you might end up liking him. However, the deep-rooted misogyny in Korean" / X

Woman of Leisure (@WomenLeisure) / X

(i'm sorry idk how to properly embed the links)

^^^^

cat is another sk feminist on twitter who posts about the ongoing misogyny and crimes related to in sk:

AND! if you guys have a moment to report this youtube account. they've been doxxing and harassing women in sk who have spoken about the telegram situation or have posted support for the feminist movement in their country:

but he is real. jaehyun, who fidgets with his employee id when you talk to him in the elevator. jaehyun who pretends not to stare at the open collar of your shirt when you lean forward in front of the vending machine outside of the building. jaehyun who gets home, undoing his tie restlessly, throwing his glasses on his bedside table and throwing himself into his sheets and face in his pillow as he thinks about you. hips twitching, inside of his mouth going dry - he thinks about the color of your lips, the back of your neck as you pressed backwards into him during the morning rush in the lobby. fuck. jaehyun who looks at your photo on linkedin and wonders what's under all those layers of professionalism.

you two don't act on the tension that builds up like a fortified wall. lingering side glances, soft brush like touches as you filter out of a meeting, unsaid words when you both leave the company dinner together and end up on the busy night street trying to tell which uber is yours and which uber is his.

when you get up, jaehyun sits back against the pillows and watches you. you didn't answer his question - not as you pull your things together in a pile and then disappear with them into the hotel bathroom. jaehyun looks up at the ceiling and the slow turn of the fan. he tries to calm himself when he hears the water. he solves mathematical problems in his head. types code out. repeats his alphabet backwards. and then he's up, opening the door of the bathroom and pulling back the shower curtain. he smiles - dimples on display - when you flick some shampooed water at him.

"am i your boyfriend now?" is redundant, as you two pile your plates high at the complimentary breakfast. jaehyun balances pancakes, croissants, and a bowl of fruit - all for you. your coworkers exchange glances as you glide by with an afterglow so strong it could be blinding.

summer!mark always a favorite for me

mark knows you close today, that your shift will end near midnight so he spends the rest of his day skating in the nearby park before making his way to where you work. you look a little taken back to see him, but the moment of shock turns quickly to the smile that has lodged itself into his heart. "you were waiting for me?" he kicks up his board and you pretend not to notice the scribbled signature right by the left back wheel. you had written your name there almost three summers ago, sure it would get rubbed off and forgotten, but mark has diligently taped over it - year after year - to keep it in its place. "didn't want you to go home this late all by yourself...is that ok?" he scratches the back of his neck and nearly tips his hat off his head in the process because whenever he's around you - he's nervous. a good kind of nervous, the kind that jitters all through his body and makes him trip over words and his own two feet. you nod, pointing toward the street that'll take you to your bus home - "will you wait with me?"

it takes mark a lot of nerve to ask if he can just walk you all the way home instead. it's not too long - he knows the path by heart because he's done it with you a million times over, not this late at night, but still. you shrug, " sure." and mark doesn't know if your nonchalance is a good thing or a bad thing. now the nervous is turning a bit to anxiety.

but you manage to induce it and make it disappear. you tell mark about your work and he holds his board under his hand, against the hip of his low hanging cargo shorts. he laughs, because you make him laugh. he rolls his eyes, because your coworkers sound like a nightmare. but really - mark could be walking with you to the edge of the cliff and his joy wouldn't change. you make him feel something akin to forever - a love forever - a love unchanging, undying, a loyalty that he only read about in scripture with his family when he was little and could barely hop up onto the church pews.

it's weird, seeing how much he's changed with realizing he's in love with you. how much he disregards logic for the sense of his heart. it feels religious. it feels..like the presence of his faith. he looks at you and your gripping the strap of your bag like something is bothering you. "is everything ok?" you look up at him and you have a line of sweat over your brows from the heat of the summer - your gaze holds the galaxy and whatever is beyond it, spiritual or not. "if i ask you something will you answer me truthfully?"

mark feels a little like he's in confession, but he nods. skateboard clattering to the ground when you look at your shoes and whisper - "do you like me?"

it's an understatement, mark thinks. does he like you? he adores you. he wants you in a way that makes him blush down the entirety of his neck. he thinks he could sit down on the green grass near the river and talk to you forever, never getting board - never losing a question to ask. does he like you........his eyes widen, his heart speeds up, and he wonders if you think he looks petrified.

don't i love to put doyoung in a mundane situation (librarian!au)

doyoung pretends like he isn't pissed off about the fact that the library's air conditioning crapped out three hours ago and the hvac specialist the city was supposed to send has miraculously still not made it to your part of town. he tries to keep his trademark cardigan on, before pulling it off aggressively - nearly ripping at the sleeves. he tries to persevere through the summer reading program, but when the last kid ditches him for the sound of the ice cream truck - you swear you hear him scream into a paperback in the bathroom. truly, as he smiles at when he passes the front desk to the back office - you can tell it's just for show. his seams are splitting and in another hour - you'll have a whole new problem to deal with.

thank god you decided to wear a sleeves top today, and thank god it's only you and doyoung today and everyone who has come through the door has turned around once the wave of heat hit them directly in the face. the library is pretty much dead, sans one man who has fallen asleep by the computers. you get up and decide this is the time for you to check on your fellow librarian, scared you'll find him in hysterics with back ordered books all strewn across the floor.

instead, you find kim doyoung - prim and proper kim doyoung- with his button up undone, nearly to the last button, chugging down his last bottle of water. for the first time (this is a lie), you notice how long and regal his neck is, how prominent the line of his adam's apple is, and how he seemingly holds the litter bottle of water with ease. why does a librarian need such long fingers? why are his nails dull, but pretty and clean?

you swallow. the heat is getting to your head.

"i think we should close early." you start, wiping your sweat from your neck with the back of your hand. doyoung sets down his water bottle and something in his expression is different, darker than usual, as if he's on his last nerve with the entirety of the world. "sure. i don't care anymore." you blanche a bit at the display of indifference, but turn to see if you can get the last patron out of the doors so you and doyoung can have a chance at escaping this living hell.

then the phone rings, and doyoung picks it up. he doesn't anything but, "ok." before he hangs up. "nevermind, hvac will be here in an hour." you fan yourself and resign to the idea that this is your reality for the next sixty minutes. you have half an idea to pull you clothes off - to take what's left of doyoung's water and down it on yourself. you wonder if doyoung's dead gaze would flicker to concern - or -

"since.......we're both sweaty. do you mind if i -" he undoes the last button on his shirt and it falls open to reveal the gorgeous curvature of his chest and waist. what about etiquette? about workplace manners? you don't care either - you just stare. "only if i can too." it comes out before you can stop it and doyoung's eyebrow twitches if only for a split second. "if - if you're comfortable-" your shirt is over your head before he can even blink.

there are a lot of potential risks in this situation, all of which you know doyoung has accounted for. the hvac guy on his way. other people strolling into the library. the one guy still snoozing through it all. but maybe the heat has gotten to him too, because he hasn't enough pride to tear his eyes away from your skin or your waist or your neck or your collarbones and well - you're both sweaty already.

"who was your favorite poet again?" doyoung suddenly asks and you swallows, cotten mouthed as you give him the same answer to this question he asked when you first got hired - "i don't care for poetry." he rushes at you with a need that seems like half insanity and half desperation.

have you ever thought about rich!you x your dogwalker!jungwoo. have you ever-

jungwoo categorizes all his clients into 'character types'. he learned this trick from doyoung back in college, a semester before he said whatever to life and dropped out. compartmentalizing isn't really his style, but it has helped him a great deal with business. when he knows what kind of character a prospective client is he - he knows what kind of owner they are - and how he should act when they ask for an in-person interview.

except, you don't have a category. it sends his brain into a bit of a haywire.

you're not a 'stone cold bitch' - no sterilized apartment, no quiet luxury, no purebred showpony poodle. you're not a 'nepo baby turned trust fun blood sucker' - no rare antiques, penthouse that's somehow still rent controlled, rare and expensive mastiff that you don't have the love or attention to give to. you're not a 'frequent flyer' - corgi or shitzu. you're not a 'self obsessed psychotpath' - afghan hound or the like or a 'got rich through tiktok' either - french bulldog in a jumper. jungwoo isn't sure how you make your money, who your parents are, or why you own a mutt from the local rescue that looks to be a pitty mixed with god knows what who you named, of all things, mickey. when he asked why, you shrugged and downed your fruit punch gatorade poured into a fancy looking glass cup as you answered "like the mouse. mickey mouse."

when jungwoo walks mickey, he's like the dogs he knew back in his hometown. curious, playful, and kind. which means - you're all those things - or at least some kind of subdued mix. one thing is for sure, you're kind and loving. mickey never flinches or cowers at a loud voice. it makes jungwoo feel warm inside. he feels even warmer when he comes to pick mickey up and out on the dinning room table is his pay (with a hefty tip) and a box of his favorite snacks that he mentioned one off during your initial interview.

jungwoo walks mickey down the road by the river, the collar you picked out for mickey is a nice, simple, but still high-end baby blue. jungwoo swallows. what would it look like if he wore it? he snaps out of the thought before he runs head first into a cyclist.

you need a dogwalker only for the mornings, because you start work fairly early and don't want to throw the rest of the day off for mickey. jungwoo respects that, even if it's less business for him, knowing you take care of mickey outside of him makes him happy. you're nurturing aren't you? jungwoo fantasizes about the tenderness of your touch, a scratch behind his ear, a pull at the hair at the nape of his neck.

he feels a little weird staring at a photo of you and a friend hung up in your hallway when he drops mickey off. but you just look so heavenly, he can't help himself.

jungwoo looks at his phone when he sees a notification that you've booked him for a weekend. are you going out of town? you never book those days.

thinking about another member i gotta put into mundane shit, at the dmv with johnny suh

there is only one other person here, given the fact that you both were probably the desperate individuals who took the seven in the morning appointment at the dmv on a weekend. he's tall, with a tattoo on his upper arm that spreads down into his collarbone, hidden by the fabric of his undershirt. his hair is cut slightly shorter than you usually like, but it suits the handsome cut of his jaw and you glance to see a beautiful array of rings on his fingers and a heavy, but tastefully placed chain on his neck.

so it's just me and this.....supermodel....trying to renew our license?

you turn back down to your application as you pencil in the answers to the usual questions.

"hey."

you look up and toward the voice.

"can you tell me what color my eyes are?"

you blank for a second, meeting his gaze in a slow motion that could be a cut in a b-rated indie film. he stare, unblinking, at you.

it's...not an easy answer to give. his eyes remind you of that of a wild cats, one of those big species that roams freely in the mountains. furry big paws and snow tufted ears. but that probably isn't the answer - uh, you glance down at his application to pinpoint his name - johnny suh wants.

so you squint, slightly and then decide to go with - "hazel - no, no brown. they're brown. light brown, you know like a .... like a latte because you add the milk and it makes it - you know - um-"

you trip over your words as johnny's unwavering and still expression softens into a smile.

"ok. brown. thanks."

he writes it down and you watch his beautiful hands grip the pen, pressing down toward the next line on his paper. one of the golden rings gleams at you.

"do you like them?"

his voice breaks you from a trance you didn't know you were in.

"y-your rings?"

he chuckles and shows of a pair of perfectly white teeth, large shoulders moving with the motion.

"i meant my eyes."

"o-oh of course, there's nothing prettier than brown eyes in the light."

he flicks them over to you and raises an eyebrow and you worry you said something wrong, trying to return to your own application but instead you find yourself misspelling your last name because his gaze comes with a pressure you're not used to.

"any plans after this?"

your pen stops and nearly skids off the paper. "no, not really - why?"

johnny holds up his finished application with a bright big smile, "if they renew my license - i want to take you out on a date. for all your help, you know?"

for telling you your eyes are brown? you think and then shut down the voice as you hold up your own application, "sure, but if i get renewed first - i'll take you out?"

johnny laughs instead of his low chuckle from before, it comes from his belly and it sounds better than music.

fawk im sorry but you know i have to go back to my hottopic employee!au because im nothing without my mall!aus

but yuta who doesn't do any of his 'responsibilities' at work because this job doesn't mean dick to him, it's just a paycheck to add onto his aspirations to be a star. everyone is huffing and puffing to organize the store and he's texting you on his phone like what are you up to and you're like baby i'm at my big job. my 9-5, i have three meetings and a presentation and yuta is like that's hot send me a photo before your meetings meaning you know what.

he gets away with it though because he's hotter than any other person in this stupid mall and his coworkers are all obsessed with him and they don't understand how he's dating you. you with your business casual attire, blue light glasses, dress shoes - slick and thin laptop with *gags* microsoft teams on it. isn't yuta supposed to be a free soul? living against conformity? rejecting the likes of you for the....stereotypical goth emo fantasy or whatever?

it doesn't matter, you get off work at 5 and drive to the mall to meet up with him, sipping from your reusable waterbottle as yuta rings up someone's purchase of belly button rings and lord of the rings blind boxes and then he floats over to you, hearts spinning above his bleach blonde long hair, nearly falling out of his mouth - up and over his lip piercing and snake bites.

you let him give you a chaste kiss before you he pulls you in close, arms tilting you toward him, black nail polish on his fingertips as they weave up and into your perfectly combed hair. his coworkers snarl and roll their eyes - but you ignore them as yuta purrs into your ear about how bad he misses you and needs you and wants to just get back to your place when his shift ends. you flick your eyes up to the people who think that they even have a chance, giving them a innocent little grin.

you get into your car, the seats still a pristine leather, a fancy air freshener hung up, and stick your keys into your color coordinated console. yuta throws his worn pair of converse into the back seat and lulls his head towards yours in the passenger seat, heavy makeup making his eyes stand out as he looks at you, "can we stop by taco bell?" you pull out of the mall driveway and nod "sure, princess." he chuckles at the nickname and stare down at your lap - then travels up to your face - "you know i'll repay you when we're home, right?"

i talk about them all the time when the olympics come around and it’s just like they’re doing the relay team events but johnny already has a medal over jaehyun because he started this olympic career earlier so he treats jaehyun like a little brother in the prelims and jaehyun accepts it because it’s the culture of the sport and of their country but everyone knows jaehyun wants an individual medal just like johnny has

and not saying it but like … you get sandwiched between them on your way to training and they both spike an interest in you - it’s just a matter of who you like a little more

your home country teammates latch onto the fact that whoever you want has a crush on you so they tease them by offering them a spot on your country’s team just so maybe you two can be closer but wait no no this is the olympics-they have to stay a little patriotic so sorry no spots left!