riize as high school boyfriends pls jsjssjjss 😭 i need this level of delulu rn
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﹙𖹭﹚ ── 𝖱𝖨𝖨𝖹𝖤 𝖠𝖲 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖲𝖢𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖫 𝖡𝖮𝖸𝖥𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖣
ㅤㅤ𝑐𝑤.ㅤ[ fluff fluff, errr kissing cs they love ya .ᐟ ]
⠀͙ࣳ #𓂃 𝗆𝗐𝖾𝗈𝗂 ⁝ 𝑟𝑖𝑟𝑖 speaks . . aaa 🩰 anon !! this is sooo cute :[
SHOTARO
shotaro is the definition of a warm hug personified. he's that boyfriend who waits outside your class every day with a snack and a smile that makes your chest physically ache. always a little breathless from rushing, always brushing his fringe out of his eyes, grinning like he just won a prize when he sees you. he’s not the loudest or the flashiest, but he’s consistently sweet in ways that stick :D he sends you videos of puppies in the middle of the night. keeps every note you’ve ever passed him, even the dumb ones about lunch. he likes to hold your pinky instead of your hand when he’s shy. but when he’s feeling confident? arm around your shoulder, soft kisses on your temple, whispering, “you’re my favorite part of the day.”
he doesn’t care if you’re barefaced or late or ranting about group projects. he listens like everything you say matters. and when you vent about school stress, he doesn’t try to fix it — he just holds your hand tighter, kisses your knuckles, and says, “let’s skip school and become professional huggers. we’d make bank.” and on rainy days, he’ll show up at your door in a hoodie that’s too big, soaked sneakers squeaking, holding bubble tea in one hand and his playlist in the other. “movie day?” he asks, already kicking off his shoes. you let him in, of course. you always do.
he hums along to the movie soundtrack, sings softly under his breath until you fall asleep on his lap. and when your parents ask if he wants dinner, he answers with, “only if I get to stay a little longer.” and you swear you see your mom smile knowingly.
EUNSEOK
your elegant, unreadable boyfriend who makes heart eyes at you when you’re not looking and always smells like clean laundry !! dating eunseok is like having a secret — something private and precious and safe. he’s calm, composed, soft-spoken in class, but the second you’re alone? the teasing comes out. the subtle smiles. the way he brushes your hair back and murmurs, “you look tired. wanna nap on me?” : ( he remembers everything. the day you got your braces off. your coffee order. the name of the kid who made you cry in middle school. you never told him that one — he just knew.
he doesn’t flirt the traditional way. instead, he buys you those little fruit jellies you like. offers you his jacket before you ask. calls you “mine” in a whisper only you can hear. he’ll lean down in the hallway and go, “your collar’s crooked,” before fixing it, then winking like he definitely did that on purpose. his texts are rare but always thoughtful. a candid photo of the sky with “made me think of you.” a screenshot of an inside joke. a selfie with a sleepy smile and the caption, “missed you today.”
and when he kisses you, it's like everything around you stills. hands gentle on your cheeks, his forehead resting against yours as he breathes, “you make everything quieter.”
WONBIN
wonbin is the boy you shouldn’t fall for — the one who's too pretty for his own good, always leaning back in his chair with a lopsided smile and a pencil tucked behind his ear. but then he tugs your sleeve during lunch and says, “come hear something I wrote,” and suddenly, it’s over for you. he doesn’t talk much in class, but when it’s just the two of you ??? he’s hilarious. deadpan jokes, soft teasing, the kind of humor that makes you laugh until you can’t breathe. he acts all chill, but you catch him staring sometimes — eyes soft, mouth twitching like he’s memorizing your smile.
his love language is presence. he doesn’t text all day, but he shows up when it matters ! outside your cram school with snacks, at your club showcase with flowers he picked himself. and when he walks you home, he carries your bag and lets his fingers brush yours until you're brave enough to lace them together.in the music room, he lets you sit beside him while he plays guitar, humming under his breath until the melody turns into a love song just for you. and when you joke that he probably plays that for everyone, he just looks at you and says, “only you.”
he’s the type to act unfazed but blushes when you kiss his cheek. and if you fall asleep on his shoulder during study group ? he’ll sit there like a statue, too scared to move, staring down at you like you hung the stars. and when you ask what he’s thinking, he shrugs and goes, “just.. lucky I met you.”
SUNGCHAN
sungchan is that kind of boyfriend who’s everyone’s favorite but only cares about impressing you. he's popular without trying — tall, loud-laughing, always tossing a basketball or joking with teachers — but when you’re near ?? tunnel vision. everything else blurs. he flirts constantly. sends you dumb pick-up lines during class. dramatically offers his jacket when it’s mildly chilly. leans against your locker like he’s in a drama and says, “miss me?” even if he saw you five minutes ago.
he’s clingy but charming about it. will literally throw a fake tantrum if you forget to text him good morning. texts things like, “u like me right? say it or i’ll cry fr” and when you do say it, he replies with ten heart emojis and a selfie of him blowing a kiss. you’ll be walking home, his hand swinging in yours, and he’ll suddenly stop and go, “do you think we’ll still be together after high school?” and when you say, “yeah?” he beams so big you swear your heart skips.
he calls your parents sir and ma’am. helps your siblings with their homework. is unreasonably good with kids. but then he turns to you and whispers something stupid like, “you’re so hot when you’re mad at math.” and now you’re flustered and failing geometry.
he always makes you feel like you're the main character in a high school romcom. he’d dance with you in an empty classroom just because your favorite song came on. and when he kisses you ?!? he grins halfway through, because he's just that happy to be yours.
SEUNGHAN
seunghan is the boy who everyone thinks is a little mysterious, a little too cool, a little unreadable .. but the second you start dating him he’s a mess. a soft, lovesick, chaos-tinted mess. he’ll pretend to be unbothered in public, but the second you’re alone he’s flopping onto your lap like, “you didn’t text me for two hours. I almost perished.”
he’s sharp-witted, a little sarcastic, always teasing you like it’s his job. says stuff like, “you’re so annoying. i’m obsessed with you.” he’ll flick your forehead for stealing his fries but then feed you one himself. calls you a menace but refuses to walk to class without you.
he’s clingy in lowkey ways. his hand is always on you, your wrist, your sleeve, your pinky hooked with his. he’ll act like you’re the one who can’t live without him, but then he texts “come outside” at midnight just so he can see you for five minutes. and when you do ? he pulls you into the softest hug and mumbles, “okaaay. I can sleep now.”
his locker has little things of yours, your hair clip, a folded doodle you gave him, the bracelet you thought he lost. he keeps everything. never admits it. just goes “don’t look in there” and blushes if you catch him.
when he gets jealous, he tries to be chill but ends up weirdly petty. you’ll laugh at another guy’s joke and suddenly seunghan’s like, “wow. he’s hilarious. maybe he should be your boyfriend.” and you’re like, “are you twelve??” and he’s just crossing his arms, waiting for you to kiss his pout away.
but deep down ? he’s so soft for you. sends voice notes when he misses you. stares at you like he’s memorizing your whole face. and when you catch him doing it, he just shrugs and says, “you’re my favorite view.”
and if you ever say, “I don’t feel like myself today,” he’ll pull you into his arms and whisper, “you’re still my person. even on your worst day.”
SOHEE
sohee is your surprise boyfriend. the one who doesn’t talk much in class but texts you entire paragraphs at 1 a.m. he’s lowkey, mysterious, the type to keep his hoodie over his head during lectures — yet somehow, he always knows when you're upset. he doesn’t do PDA often, but when he does, IT’S LETHAL. slipping his pinky through yours during assemblies. tugging your sleeve when he wants your attention. standing too close in the hallway so his arm brushes yours with every step.
he sends you songs that feel like how he looks at you. doesn’t say much with his mouth, but his eyes are loud !!! always watching you, always soft. he has this habit of smiling to himself when you talk, like he’s memorizing everything. he’ll walk you home after cram school, not saying a word, just sharing his playlist. and when you reach your house, he pauses, takes off his headphones, puts one in your ear, and says, “wait, listen to this part. it’s you.”
and when he kisses you — finally, shyly — it’s behind the library, hands in his pockets, lips gentle and unsure, followed by a mumbled, “i’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”
he acts cool, but his search history is full of “cute nicknames for gf” and “how to kiss without being awkward.” you catch him once, and he turns red to the tips of his ears. “don’t look at my tabs,” he groans. “I was being efficient.”
ANTON
anton is the soft-spoken boy who everyone thinks is shy, until they see him with you. around others, he’s all hushed tones and awkward nods, but when it’s just you ? the warmth comes out. the boy who rambles about his favorite bands. who laughs so hard he hiccups. who always, always reaches for your hand first. he’s reliable in a way that feels rare. he walks you to class every morning, even if it makes him late. carries your bag without asking. has your favorite snack memorized and stocked in his locker “just in case you’re having a bad day.”
he sends you the best playlists — slow songs, comfort songs, songs that sound like laying in bed and talking about everything and nothing. and when he sends you one at 2AM with a message like "this one feels like us," you feel it in your chest. when you’re upset, he doesn’t pry. he just sits next to you, shoulder to shoulder, until you’re ready. and when you are, he pulls you close, presses a soft kiss to your hair, and says, “whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.”
he’s the type to keep a photo of you in his wallet. to doodle your name in the margins of his notebook. to tell his mom about you over dinner. not in a big flashy way, just in the way that says you’re part of his life now, like it’s the most natural thing.
and when you look at him like he hung the moon, he blushes hard and mutters, “stop looking at me like that, I might combust.” but he doesn't look away :c