I’ve just been thinking about Chan fucking you until you’re dumb. The press of your nails into his shoulder blade is enough to break the skin, to leave behind a welt that’ll haunt Chan for the next couple of days, but it is a half-hearted effort to try and keep yourself grounded and he doesn’t stop you. The noises slipping from your mouth were once quiet, almost silent sighs, but the feeling of Chan slowly slipping in and out has stoked such a feeling in your abdomen that his name is the only word you’re able to string together. He really ought to take a break to bring you back to him, to gently remind you to be quiet because you’re not alone in the dorm, but he can’t seem to bring himself to do it. Even now, there is a flush searing across his features at the thought of you being heard, but something about the idea of reminding his friends that you’re his stirs the heat in the pit of his stomach.
Chan’s fingers are bruising on your thigh, pinning you into place, as if you have half a thought of moving away. The necklace he hasn’t gotten around to taking off after his schedule is brushing over your chest, sometimes falling in front of your eyes, cool to the touch. After a while, Chan adjusts a little so he’s able to see your glassy eyes, the tremble of your lower lip as you say his name. He finally slows the movement of his hips and pries his hand from the bare skin of your thigh, only to pass his thumb over your cheek. Maybe it’s the sight of you, so needy, so desperate for him, maybe it’s the warmth and the wetness, but he has to brace himself so as to not come undone just yet. In a moment, he silently asks whether you’re okay, before he presses his lips to the spot behind your ear and guides his hand to your throat. When he continues the roll of his hips against your own, he is less gentle, he moves slowly, but presses hard, deep enough that your brow furrows and your teeth close on your bottom lip. Chan lets out breathy sighs against your skin, huffing out a quiet ‘fuck’ and whispers of your name.
A/N: To the anon who requested Jaeyun, I love you.
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Jaeyun knows the rules and he swears with every inch of his being that he respects them. Except one. He is exhausted, just about to drop and there isn’t a chance he is going to stay away from you. That is the rule, no-one to the dormitory whilst they are preparing and practicing for their comeback, least of all girlfriends and boyfriends and everything in between. A scandal is something they could do without. After the day week month he’s had however, Jaeyun just can’t bring himself to listen and he’s been so strong, slowly crossing off the days until he can see you again, and strict – telling the group that as much as he loves them, he isn’t going to take the fall if one of them messes up. But, here he is, too tired and missing you too much to listen for even a moment longer. Even when you argue the point yourself, sending him a series of messages about how you aren’t going to get him into trouble, the thought of finally seeing him again is enough to wear you down.
With a careful hand on your hip, he pushes you just far enough away that he can lean in. If he wasn’t so tired, the kiss might have been desperate, frantic even, with hungry hands eager to explore, but it is gentle and unhurried. Jaeyun is faintly aware of a ruckus going on in the kitchen and he truly dreads to think as to who might be cooking, but he can’t quite bring himself to care. If the dorm burns down, so be it – he has your head resting on his chest after seventeen days without and he’s too tired to move very fast. Soon, he’ll fall asleep and maybe someone will see you half-hidden beneath his duvet, a tangle of arms and legs, but he doesn’t care about that either.
Jungkook likes to slide into the kitchen when your apartment floors are freshly cleaned. Perhaps, you ought to ask him to stop because he’s crashed into the countertop more times than you can possibly count, but he laughs as he picks himself up and the moment passes. He moves to your side before you can say anything and the warmth of his hands finding purchase on your waist pushes the matter from thought. When you next open the kitchen cupboard, the saucepans will fall out as they have a hundred times before after a collision with Jungkook’s shoulder, but it is worth it to see him smile.
Beyond falling saucepans, being with Jungkook is a passive acceptance that your laundry will remain white until he is responsible for loading the washing machine. It is a silent understanding that unless you hide the pieces of clothing, his red sweatshirts will stray into the wash and turn everything slightly pink. When you hold up what was once a cotton-coloured blouse to show him, he cringes and offers to replace it, all whilst acting mildly surprised about the mishap. If you insist that it is okay, pink is fine, he laughs all the way to his eyes and repeats that pink is fine. Part of him wonders how he had managed to find someone sweet enough to shrug on the shirts stained the shade of rosewater without complaint.
Sometimes he can’t quite believe that it is the same person who welcomed the not-so-little puppy he’d unexpectedly brought home all that time ago into your little family of two. Exercising Bam, now he is less too-long limbs and clumsiness, takes one of two forms – an early morning walk along the Han River, a half-asleep Jungkook trailing somewhere behind, or a late evening stroll along the streets after a busy day at work. Jungkook is insistent on helping you into your jacket, zipping it all the way up to your chin and for a moment, he keeps a hold of the zipper so he can place a soft kiss on your mouth. Sometimes, he pretends to forget and starts to move away, only to suddenly return to kiss away your pout. With one hand he loosely holds Bam, the other firmly grips your own as you slowly wander along the street. He tucks you into the inside of the pavement, safely away from the passing traffic. When you have nowhere to be, the walk does not end until Bam seems to grow tired, you and Jungkook are either too caught up in conversation to realise the time, or enjoying the soft sounds of a city beginning to settle for the night.
On the days it is raining so heavily that even Bam shies away from walking outside, Jungkook turns the television on and pulls you to the sofa. He lies down and holds your waist and mindlessly flicks through the channels as if the warmth, partnered with the sound of the rain against the apartment windows isn’t going to lull him to sleep in a matter of minutes. He likes to tuck his nose into the crook of your neck and push the outside world away for a little while.
When you’re working late, Jungkook busies himself with a game on his computer. If he doesn’t hear your apartment door, you try to approach him gently – a hand on his shoulder and even after all this time he always seems to get a fright. A single glance and Jungkook knows exactly the sort of day you’ve had – sometimes, he laughs and whirls you away into the kitchen to find you a glass of wine. Otherwise, he shifts slightly in his chair as a silent invitation for you to join him, the exhaustion in your expression telling him that you’re content with moulding into his body and listening to the little sounds escaping from his headphones. After a while, when the slow lift of your chest is evidence enough that you're asleep, he’ll find his phone and order your favourite takeaway, knowing the moment he moves and you’re nudged awake, you’ll be hungry.
The weekends are for waking up late and a mutual agreement to stay beneath the bedsheets for as long as possible. The comforter is soft and off-white, maybe even slightly pink if you squint, and Jungkook seems to lose you beneath it. With desperate hands, because you suddenly seem so far away, he reaches out for you. He is faintly aware of Bam dozing on your side and he knows that he ought to tell him to move to his own bed, but you’re suddenly cuddling into his chest and it slips from thought.
Summary: You're Felix's childhood friend and Hyunjin develops a crush on you, only he thinks Felix has feelings for you.
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Felix had introduced you to his friends almost six weeks ago and Hyunjin had started questioning his feelings exactly seventeen days later. Even after such little time, something about the way you carry yourself has him clinging onto the brief moments shared together. Sometimes you make little slip-ups when talking with him in Korean and sometimes these fumbles have you unknowingly saying things that make him blush, but he is somewhere between too shy and too flustered to correct you. The mishaps only seem to make him like you more.
Maybe he wants to get to know you better – take you out for something more romantic than a watery coffee on your way to watch their practice on an otherwise dull Thursday afternoon. But he just can’t seem to bring himself to do it; he’s seen the way you look at Felix, all heart eyes and sweet laughter, as if he is the entire world and he knows Felix mirrors the expression. So Hyunjin holds back, spending time with you where he can, memorising your Starbucks order and promising to take you to his favourite place in the city, but always maintaining a respectful distance.
When he sits down to paint in a desperate effort to clear his mind, he cannot focus, too distracted by the sound of your laughter slipping beneath his bedroom door. He knows you are with Felix and it carries across the dormitory, leaving him downhearted, able to paint only in shades of frigid blue. Hyunjin wants to be angry with himself for falling for the one person he feels he shouldn’t – you’re Felix’s childhood friend and worst of all, Felix might even let you go if he tries anything.
Hyunjin hides himself away for the rest of the day and is quiet when he bumps into Changbin in the dorm kitchen in the early hours of the morning. Hyunjin is distant and refuses to bite at Changbin’s teasing. It is pinned shoulders and a faraway look in his eyes and he seems to grow tenser as Felix guides you into the space.
‘I’m just saying goodnight,’ You sigh and you suppose it’s directed at both Changbin and Hyunjin, but you’re a little shy to catch Hyunjin’s eye.
Hyunjin hears Changbin mutter a response and he thinks you’re about to leave, but you pause and finally glance his way. ‘Hyunjin, I’m visiting the art museum tomorrow, like you said.’
He falters, suddenly unsure of himself, unsure of what to say, so he nods his head and smiles, before you leave for the front door.
‘What was that?’ Changbin questions as soon as they are alone, a smile already pulling at the edges of his mouth. Hyunjin’s misery suddenly seems to make sense, the pink hue cloying his features and betraying his feelings.
Hyunjin really tries to feign ignorance by shrugging Changbin’s question off, but Changbin is loud and persistent as if he hasn’t already worked it all out and Hyunjin eventually gives in and confesses. As soon as he has himself an answer, he tries to tell Hyunjin that he thinks you’re into him too, but he won’t have it and he quickly abandons Changbin in the kitchen.
It is three days later that Changbin first plays his hand. He is shameless at the best of times and he does not do things in half-measures. He pulls Jeongin from his seat, all but begging for him to sit beside him so Hyunjin has little choice but to take the chair beside you. When Hyunjin musters the courage to peel his eyes from his dinner plate, he realises that Changbin is staring his way, Jisung too and Seungmin. Whilst you’re busy filling your plate, they lift their eyebrows and appear smug and Hyunjin is suddenly unsure if this is all really happening. He cannot even be surprised that the truth is slowly trickling through the group, Changbin’s mouth known for being as big as his damn muscles, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
All the while, he talks to you the best he can with their eyes bearing down on him and he is relieved that you seem to not notice their teasing. He hopes you do not notice the colour of his ears, he does not know that you are swept up in how sweet and kind he is, that you have been since first meeting him. The way he glances at you, as if you are the only one in the room, and asks about your day has your fingers nervously fidgeting beneath the table.
Felix recognises your nervousness. He would take great pride in stitching his two friends together, he just isn’t sure quite how to do it.
Hyunjin spends weeks navigating awkward encounters with you and Felix. He walks into the living room, unaware that you are enjoying a lazy afternoon together. One glimpse of Felix’s arm vaguely near your shoulder and Hyunjin is slowing, saving himself from entering any further into the space. Before either of you can speak, he is already stuttering, but saying nothing at all. As if suddenly remembering something, he is backing out from the living room without so much as another glance in your direction. The moment leaves you bewildered, but you let it go. It seems to become a habit and you are left wondering why Hyunjin can’t seem to stomach being in the same room with you. He just can’t shake the feeling that each time he’s interrupting a moment more intimate than just friends – like Felix might be about to make a move at any given second.
It only stops when Felix catches Hyunjin alone. He quietly asks if he is okay, that he hasn’t seen him much recently, him abandoning their age-old routine of coffee after practice. Hyunjin answers calmly, coolly circumventing the uncomfortable truth that he’s stopped because it is painful to see you at Felix’s side. Felix is gentle in his questioning and he slowly builds up to what he truly wants to ask, ‘Do you not like Y/N? It’s just you used to talk to her and now you always seem to disappear when she visits.’
Hyunjin cringes, he wants to kick himself. ‘Is that what she thinks?’
Felix half-heartedly shrugs.
‘God, no,’ Hyunjin sighs, ‘It isn’t that.’
Felix nods and is quiet for a moment as he wonders whether he ought to share the secret you’d whispered to him a few weeks ago in the safety of his bedroom. He isn’t one to spill, but Hyunjin appears grave and he cannot see you upset for another day. ‘Y/N likes you. Like a lot.’
At first, Hyunjin doesn’t entirely comprehend the weight of Felix’s words – he knows that you’re easy-going, able to make friends with most you meet and why would he be any exception? So Felix has to clumsily explain himself until he is as flushed as Hyunjin himself and the kitchen suddenly seems a whole lot more hallowed than it really is. Hyunjin is hesitant to make any sort of admission, or acknowledgement of his feelings and awkwardly asks how Felix is taking your confession. The situation seems to grow messier still and Felix is astonished as he starts to untangle Hyunjin’s understanding. ‘Do you think I’m interested in Y/N?’
Hyunjin agrees as if it ought to be obvious. Felix doesn’t quite laugh, he’s too considerate for that, but makes a sort of ‘Oh’ and pats Hyunjin on the shoulder.
‘I thought I was always interrupting something between you,’ Hyunjin sighs.
Felix is a little embarrassed at the thought and quickly sets Hyunjin right. He hadn’t seen one of his closest friends from childhood in years, naturally they were going to spend an unfathomable amount of time together catching up. The process of uncrossing crossed wires is slow and awkward because it is Hyunjin and Felix, but somehow they seem to come to some sort of understanding that Hyunjin is an idiot. Before he leaves, Felix asks whether this is why the others have been making such a fuss and acting weirder than usual and Hyunjin sheepishly nods.
When Felix later relays his conversation to you, with some parts redacted, you’re caught somewhere between disbelief and anger. This guy had you almost convinced that he hated you and yet, was crushing on you the entire time? For a moment Felix wonders whether you’re going to cry or curse Hyunjin out, but you do neither, instead stepping past him and into the dorm hallway. As frustrated as you feel, you aren’t brave enough to march into Hyunjin’s bedroom, so you silently pray that he is somewhere else. Perhaps Felix should call your name or make some effort to stop you, but Chan emerges at the sound of your rushed footsteps and catches him by the arm. If Chan hadn’t been so busy in the studio recently, he might have cottoned on to the situation sooner than anyone else, but his being away has allowed Hyunjin to fester and he is almost relieved to see something happening finally. He is confident as he reassures Felix that you’ll sort things between yourselves and he invites him to his bedroom to show him the music that has been occupying his time as a welcome distraction.
You’re able to see Hyunjin stretched across the length of the sofa and before you even consider checking if he is alone, you raise your voice: ‘Hwang Hyunjin!’
Surprise sends him to his feet and you’re glad that he is alone after all as you muster the courage to march toward him, stopping only when there is a couple of metres between your bodies. His mouth is moving like he wants to say something, but you’re faster, ‘You’ve been avoiding me all this time because you like me? Have you ever spoken to a girl before?’
Hyunjin is faintly aware of your finger punctuating the words against his chest, but he is caught on the realisation that Felix must have shared with you what he had confessed. There are words spilling from your mouth, but he isn’t really listening, he hasn’t seen you angry before and there is something so cute about it, if he lets it slip though you might swipe at him. Without realising, he is looking down at you and softly smiling even though the jab of your finger is starting to hurt a little. His lack of resistance causes you to slow and finally fall silent, only to catch his eye.
‘Don’t look at me like that when I’m angry with you,’ you frown.
Hyunjin smiles just a little wider. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t realise what I was doing.’
He hears the little huff that leaves your mouth and forces himself to brush his fingers against your own in a silent plea for forgiveness. ‘I’d like to take you out.’
For a moment, you do not reply and he almost panics. The fear that you’re truly furious with him is ugly and he has to fight the urge to flee before you speak. A smile plays at the edges of your mouth and he knows you’re toying with him, ‘I was actually thinking of asking Felix out.’
He watches as you roll on the balls of your feet, almost pleased with yourself and he playfully rolls his eyes and looks away, supposing he deserves that. As a childhood friend of Felix, he should have known what to expect and as embarrassed as he is at being outed as an idiot, he’s suddenly grateful for Felix’s meddling.
Namjoon is a simple man. He takes his coffee black. He prefers granary to wholemeal and he knows he’ll marry you one day.
Saturday afternoons are for visiting the supermarket. Namjoon backtracks down the aisles to pick up the things you have forgotten without complaint. When he returns, he finds you trying to pull something from the highest shelf. He watches you struggle for a moment, almost falling from your toes as you desperately reach whatever it is that you’re after. He could stretch his arm and take it himself, but instead, he places his hands securely on your waist and lifts you upwards. The little sound of surprise that escapes from your mouth stirs a warm feeling in his chest, but the sound of your laughter as he sets you down, laundry detergent in hand, has him wishing your wedding day around sooner.
When you’re too inundated with last-minute work to go with him, he takes the grocery list left on the countertop and goes to the store alone. Namjoon smiles to himself halfway along the vegetable aisle. In between green beans and broccoli, there is a note to say you love him. He has old lists folded between the banknotes in his wallet, all written in your handwriting, all with his name at the bottom, i’s dotted with hearts.
Sundays are set aside for restoring some sort of order to your apartment. Namjoon wrestles with the corners of your freshly laundered bedsheets. He laughs as he watches you raise them to your nose to smell floral detergent clinging to the cotton. He dusts in the places he knows you can’t reach, waters the plants that are hung too high. Your apartment might not be the biggest, but he feels too far away even from one room to the next and every now and then pauses what he is doing to find you. He places delicate kisses on your mouth, or kisses you breathless, before disappearing again. He likes to complain about the too-sweet vanilla candle burning in the kitchen, but he knows he will miss it when it is gone.
When it comes to cooking dinner, he lets you take the lead. Even after all this time together, you haven’t been able to improve his culinary skills beyond boiling water. But he is on hand to top up your wine glass and skip through the songs you don’t want to hear on your playlist. He stands behind and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as you stir whatever it is on the stove.
Namjoon insists on washing the dishes whilst you rest. He makes a mess most of the time, sloshing water onto the kitchen floor, sending soap suds across the room at you. Even when you know it is coming, you’re unable to escape from his wet, soapy hands as he reaches for the sides of your face to hold you still. It is messier still – water dripping down your neck and onto your shirt, but he places lingering kisses on your skin and the water soaking into your shirt is almost entirely forgotten about.
On weekdays, when he returns home in the early hours of the morning after a particularly busy day at work, he moves through your apartment as quietly as he possibly can. Namjoon knows he is clumsy, sometimes he is all thumbs and sends his keys flying across the kitchen, or stumbles over the corner of the carpet, but at three am, when he knows you are sleeping, he moves carefully. He finds you on the sofa, a coffee cup half empty on the table and he supposes that you must have tried to wait up for him. He is even more cautious as he slips his hands around your waist – it is awkward and certainly untidy enough to shake you awake, but he manages to lift you into his arms. He hears a soft huff against his ear and feels you shift slightly as he starts towards your bedroom and he wonders whether he had woken you after all. After a moment, your body settles back onto his chest, maybe he had disturbed you, but you curl into him and let him believe that he hasn't.
[ Meeting The Group For The First Time w/ Seungmin ] -
Warnings: None
AFAB Reader
A/N: My first ever request?! 🥺
Summary: You're Seungmin's long-distance girlfriend and you finally meet the rest of Stray Kids
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It had taken weeks of pestering and poking fun for the group to draw it out from Seungmin that he was seeing someone. It had taken even longer to convince him to talk about you, your name, your favourite things, how you were managing the distance between you. By the time he begrudgingly let Changbin, egged on by Hyunjin, say hello over FaceTime, you had been together for a little while. That is how it continued - precious phone calls in the middle of the night, friends occasionally waving over Seungmin’s shoulder as they briefly ask how you’re keeping, before Seungmin scurried to his bedroom to steal what little time you have to talk for himself. It was difficult, but it worked.
But, Seungmin had been different for a week or two - animated, loud, unlike himself in more ways than one. It was Chan who noticed first and was almost worried; he hadn’t heard your voice filtering from beneath Seungmin’s door for a little while, or caught sight of your face filling his phone screen over FaceTime. He couldn’t help but think the worst. When he found five minutes, he asked Seungmin casually how you were doing, whether you’d finished that project he had mentioned was keeping you busy and Seungmin replied so coolly, so calmly that Chan almost overlooked what he said. ‘Y/N is coming to visit. She’s flying out at the end of the month.’
If Chan hadn’t glanced at Seungmin’s face, he might have missed the shade of sangria painting his features, the smile he was seemingly trying to downplay. He repeated Seungmin’s words, ‘Oh, she’s coming to Korea?’
It was T-minus five minutes until the entire group knew and Seungmin had Changbin poking at his sides and Jeongin pacing at the foot of his bed. But, Seungmin shrugged the teasing off and chose to ignore the constant questioning of whether they would meet you until after he’d spoken to you. He had laid down a strict set of rules over dinner - if they wanted you to visit the dorm, and only if you wanted to, they would have to at least tidy the place first. There was to be no embarrassing him and, under all circumstances, a shirt was to be worn by each and every member for each and every minute of your visit. As much as they half-heartedly protested, he trusted them to make you feel welcome.
He counted the days until your arrival and whilst he wanted to tell the others to stick it for the constant teasing that followed, Seungmin couldn’t deny how excited he was for your visit. For the first few days, his friends barely saw or received so much as a message from him. With an empty schedule, he made sure to spend every moment with you, showing you around the city, taking you to his favourite places, and catching up on everything that the distance between you had made difficult. Eventually, Jisung caught him in the hallway of the dorm before Seungmin left for your hotel and asked when they would meet you.
At first, he darted around the question and he might have avoided answering at all if Chan hadn’t materialised to put forward a better argument. ‘I think Jisung means that we want to meet the person who is making you happy.’
So Seungmin found himself guiding you through the dorm, his hand a constant in your own, firm as if you might slip away if he lets go. He isn’t certain who is more apprehensive, you or him. He knows that his heart is thrumming in his chest, but he is not sure if it is nerves or the very fact he has you at his side after all this time causing it. The group is in the living room, even from the other side of the dorm he can hear Jisung and he almost winces because how can one person be so loud? A fleeting glance in your direction, a smile somewhere between excitement and uncertainty, and he presses on along the hallway. When he had asked whether you wanted to finally meet those who had been interrupting your calls for the past few months, you had immediately agreed – these were Seungmin’s closest friends, almost his brothers, and you wanted nothing more than to properly meet them.
You’re almost at the kitchen when a door opens and suddenly you’re face to face with Felix and this really isn’t how you planned to meet the first of Seungmin’s friends - almost walking into one another. Maybe Felix is as surprised as yourself, but he doesn’t show it, shyly smiling and saying hello. Seungmin had mentioned how quiet Felix can be around fresh faces and to put him at ease, you squeeze Seungmin’s hand and tell Felix how lovely it is to finally meet him. He laughs quietly and briefly acknowledges Seungmin, before continuing to the living room. Part of you might have liked a moment to collect yourself, to lean into Seungmin and level your breathing, but Felix is kindly holding the door open for you both and Seungmin is stepping forward because if he doesn’t go now, he might be too shy to bring you back later.
So you enter the living room, half-tucked behind Seungmin’s shoulder and the room wants to fall silent, only Chan knows better. A single glance in your direction and he is standing, trying to make himself seem a little less broad and big as he moves a little closer to welcome you into the space. ‘It’s nice to finally have you here,’ Chan says, those sitting nearby nodding in agreement, he adds with a glimpse to Seungmin, ‘He can finally stop talking about it.’
The pressure seems to suddenly alleviate - Chan is laughing as he returns to his seat and you watch as the others begin to smile too and all the while, you’re faintly aware of Seungmin lowering his head to your shoulder as to hide his face. It is cute to see him so flustered, even at the teasing of his friends and as much as you want to add to it a little yourself, Changbin is nudging Hyunjin’s shoulder and telling him to move along the sofa to make space for you to sit. It is as if you have always been here as you take a seat, their attention returning to the video game filling the television screen.
Felix quietly asks how you’re finding your trip, how different it is from home and your anxiety seems to slowly dissipate. As you tell him how much you’re enjoying yourself, you softly squeeze Seungmin’s knee – as beautiful as his country is, it is him that you love. After a while, Hyunjin pulls his phone from his pocket and shares the embarrassing photograph he had snapped of Seungmin a few weeks ago. Seungmin sighs and accepts his fate, hiding his head in his hands and he too has the feeling that it has always been this way, that you have always been at his side.
[ NCT 127 & Seeing You In Their Clothes For The First Time ] -
Warnings: Reference to 18 + Content
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➳ Taeil -
First and foremost, Taeil is simply surprised the first time he sees you bundled up in one of his hoodies. Being an idol, it’s nigh impossible for you to have any sort of normal relationship and there are very few ways that he can publicly show how much he adores you. But, he can gift you his most comfortable clothes and whilst no one else will know that they signify that you’re his, the knowledge that you’re moving about the city wearing his clothes is enough for him. He’s never experienced this before, being an idol and all, but there is a warm feeling simmering in his chest when he sees you drowning in his hoodie and he knows that it is love.
➳ Johnny -
After a quick shower in your apartment, you find Johnny’s discarded hoodie on your bed and immediately pull it on, the hem just covering your underwear. Johnny is lounging on the sofa, half-heartedly watching something on television when you emerge from your bedroom, instantly catching his attention. He’s surprised, almost caught off guard by the sight of his clothes barely covering your bare body, but he doesn’t show it, pulling you into his lap without so much as a second thought. He’ll tease you about stealing his clothes without permission as if his hands aren’t caressing your sides beneath the material and as if you’re oblivious to how hard he is against your thigh. He just likes how small you look in his clothes.
➳ Taeyong -
Taeyong has half-convinced himself that he must have left a particular button-down in a hotel room at some point because he cannot, no matter how thoroughly he looks, find it. He’s even asked those he shares the dorm with just in case they took it from the laundry by mistake. The shirt has been consigned to oblivion, at least until he arrives unannounced at your apartment one day. As soon you open the door he sees the familiar material and is stunned into silence - partly because he’s surprised at seeing the shirt after all this time, mostly because he really wasn’t expecting you to be lounging in his clothes. Taeyong quietly asks how long you’ve had it and you have to sheepishly admit that it’s been a while, possibly since the first time he ever stayed at your place. As annoyed as he teasingly pretends to be, he insists that you keep it as he likes knowing you’ll be wearing it when he is away.
➳ Yuta -
Yuta doesn’t feel the cold, at least that is what he tells you as he shrugs off his jacket and places it around your shoulders. He also doesn’t claim to know an awful lot, but he knows how to be a gentleman, and how to take care of his partner. The sight of you in your slinky date-night dress is certainly nice, but the sight of you in said dress with his jacket slung over the top just hits a little different. He wants the entire world to know that you’re spoken for and until the day he is able to put a ring on your finger, his jacket will have to do. (Even if it’s making keeping his hands to himself very difficult. Just you wait until you’re home.)
➳ Doyoung -
It has been almost five weeks since you and Doyoung were in the same country, let alone the same room, his schedule had been so demanding recently. He is half-asleep as he lets himself into your apartment with the key you had given him a while ago, it is almost four AM after his flight was delayed, but he can’t wait a moment longer to see you. He finds you wrapped up in your bed, snuggled into the material of his hoodie. He thinks it’s adorable and he’ll definitely tease you about it in a few hours when you wake, but he’ll be gentle, knowing how difficult being apart can be. When you tell him it is because it is covered in his cologne and you missed him so much it hurt, he’s almost prepared to swear to never leave your side again.
➳ Jaehyun -
It’s a given, the first time Jaehyun catches sight of you wearing one of his t-shirts is the morning after your first time together. After waking a little earlier than him, you pull on the shirt he had thrown over his shoulder the night before to brew you both a cup of coffee. Maybe it is the aroma of said coffee, maybe it is the feeling of an empty bed, but Jaehyun soon follows. He’s going to smirk when he sees the hem of his t-shirt hanging over the tops of your thighs and ask if the coffee can wait a few minutes because he’s suddenly got other things on his mind.
➳ Jungwoo -
Perhaps you or Jungwoo ought to have checked the weather forecast before heading out for coffee because one moment you’re dry, walking hand in hand along the street, and the next you’re soaked through and desperately seeking shelter from a sudden downpour. Jungwoo pulls you the entire way to the dorm by your hand and once inside, offers you his entire wardrobe to find something comfortable and dry to change into. Whatever you pick, he’ll insist that you wear it home afterwards because he likes the thought of everyone seeing him in his clothes.
➳ Mark -
After spending the day together, Mark is reluctant in every way to let you go home - it is already dark out, and probably cold, he’ll protest, whilst persuading you to stay the night. He just isn’t ready to say goodbye yet and who are you to say no to those darn puppy eyes of his. When you eventually cave, Mark will give you an entire stack of clothes from his wardrobe and politely leave the room so that you can change in privacy because you haven’t been seeing each other for long. After you call him back in, he instantly melts, cooing over how cute you are almost drowning in his sweatshirt and sweatpants. (One night in the same bed and Mark will never want to sleep alone again.)
➳ Haechan -
Haechan is another one who is almost undone by the sight of you in his clothes. When you’re hanging out one evening, Haechan at his computer whilst you scroll through your phone, you help yourself to the hoodie he had thrown onto his bed earlier in the day. It’s only when you go to his side in search of attention that he notices what you’re wearing - you’re settled into his lap, thighs on either side of his own and he suddenly realises that you’re comfortable in your underwear and his hoodie. He loses all interest in his video game and draws you into a heated make-out, his thumbs resting on the bare skin of your thighs. He isn’t sure anything has ever had him feeling so hot under the collar so quickly and when things begin to escalate, he’s insistent that the hoodie stays.
Taeil won’t put too much thought into his actions - he’s a little surprised to see you, but relieved as well because he could really use some encouragement right about now. He will steal a kiss, short and sweet, whether people are looking or not. There might be a scarlet tint to the tops of his ears as he pulls away, but he’s known his friends long enough to have earnt the right to respectfully ignore them.
➳ Johnny -
Johnny picks you up into his arms and has you cling to him, he might cuddle you, he might tickle you, it depends on the day. He will absolutely confide in you about how he’s feeling - if practice is boring or if someone in particular is grating on him a little that day. He won’t move from your side for as long as the brief break is, always touching you even if you’re chatting to someone else.
➳ Taeyong -
Taeyong instantly engulfs you in a tight hug. Part of him wants to be embarrassed because he isn’t much into PDA, but he’s too tired and he’s pretty pleased to have someone other than the group to talk to for five minutes. (It’s hard being a parent to so many, he needs a break and someone to look after him.)
➳ Yuta -
Yuta will draw you into a kiss and not just a quick, barely-there peck. Without caring who might be watching, he wraps you up and is reluctant to let go even when he hears the low whistles of his group mates. In fact, their noises probably only act as encouragement for him to kiss you again and he’ll make it sloppy on purpose, just to hear them groan.
➳ Doyoung -
Doyoung plays down how pleased he is to see you as if his heart is not hammering in his chest when you first arrive. He smiles all big and wide and by doing so, immediately invites the teasing of his group mates. As much as their comments make him flush, the heat of his cheeks isn't enough to deter him from pulling you into his chest when he thinks no one is watching.
➳ Jaehyun -
Jaehyun is ever the polite and courteous boyfriend and he’ll greet you with a gentle kiss on the cheek, nothing too scandalous or noticeable to alert the attention of the other group members. (When it is time for you to go, he will momentarily follow you out the door to place a proper kiss on your mouth away from prying eyes.)
➳ Jungwoo -
Jungwoo isn’t really up to kissing you in front of everyone yet, but he will sling an arm around your shoulder and hang onto you. He’ll be affectionate in every other way that he knows how - playing with your fingers and resting his head on your shoulder. If you run your fingers through his messy hair he will melt.
➳ Mark -
Mark is over the moon when you turn up to the practice room as it is the little gestures like this that mean the most to him. He isn’t going to be all over you, but he’ll definitely feel happier - practice was beating him, but an unexpected visit from you is more than enough to put a permanent smile on his face.
➳ Haechan -
It isn’t often that Haechan slows down or gives any indicator that he’s feeling tired. He always seems to have enough energy to put 110% into practice and not take himself too seriously. When you visit and they are given a ten-minute break, Haechan will immediately lay his head in your lap and finally show just how exhausted he truly is. (He will probably whine until you thread your fingers through his hair.)
Taeil lives and breathes music and when you finally find time to spend together, he likes to share his playlists whilst you lie alongside one another on his bed. It is as if you have been together for a lifetime and know just about everything there is to know about each other. He links his fingers with your own and taps your thigh in time with the rhythm. Sometimes he is silent, appreciating the music, other times he talks about your future, about the house you’ll buy together one day, the pet you’ll adopt.
➳ Johnny -
3 AM sees you and Johnny leaning against the kitchen cabinets in your apartment, endlessly laughing at one another. The wine had dried up long ago, but its effect still lingers in your laughter, in the rosy colour of your cheeks and in the hazy look in your eyes. He tells you a hundred times over how in love with you he is, how happy he is to have met you.
➳ Taeyong -
When Taeyong doesn’t have to be up at 4 AM for schedules, he makes the most of being able to stay in the studio until the early hours of the morning. He enjoys the quiet of an empty studio, followed by a breezy walk home through nearly deserted streets. It has become a habit for you to slip inside to keep him company. It is silent except for the occasional click of his keyboard and the sound of him humming along to the music playing through his headphones. Taeyong glances over his shoulder every now and then to check on you on the studio sofa and the moment he realises that you’re dozing, he will take a million photographs on his phone because he thinks you look so cute.
➳ Yuta -
The early hours of the morning are meant for sharing showers after late-night visits to the gym. Yuta is touchy and teasing, but tired and so you use the time to catch up on your watchlist. It is fingers threading through damp hair and soft laughter at the television show. He insists on having your head resting on his bare chest even though he knows it will cause you to fall asleep, he secretly enjoys having to catch you up on what you’ve missed in the show.
➳ Doyoung -
After a busy day of schedules, all Doyoung can bring himself to do is pull you beneath his duvet and fall asleep. At first, you lie awake, catching up on each other's days, sometimes weeks when things are particularly busy. The television can faintly be heard from the living room and you suppose one of Doyoung’s group mates is unwinding on the sofa. Haechan can occasionally be heard tapping away at his computer keyboard. The soft sounds, partnered with Doyoung’s warmth are enough to lull you to sleep. Doyoung grows clingy after a hectic week - the hand around your waist is firm and he won’t shift for at least eight hours.
➳ Jaehyun -
3 AM is a time you have grown familiar with because it is the only time of day that you and Jaehyun are able to be truly alone. It is fingers furrowing beneath layers of clothing, bedsheets against bare skin and quiet sighs. Jaehyun moves slowly at 3 AM as if he has all the time in the world and nowhere to be in a few hours. He just wants to make you feel good in the most gentle way possible.
➳ Jungwoo -
Being with Jungwoo, you’re lucky if you’re ever in bed at 3 AM. It is as if you’re running out of time, the way he tugs you around the city by his hand that is threaded with your own. It is a time for taking half-blurred photographs beneath amber streetlights and eating ice cream from the twenty-four-hour convenience store. Normally he is shy and bashful, but he comes alive after midnight and it is nigh daybreak the first time he tells you he loves you.
➳ Mark -
Given the timezone difference, Mark doesn’t often get to talk to his family and when he does, it is at 3 AM. When he has news or just wants to catch up, he collapses onto the dorm sofa, tucks you into his side and hits the FaceTime button. It took a while for him to feel comfortable introducing you to his family, even over the phone, but now he takes great joy in listening to you chat with his parents. He often thinks about the day he’ll next visit home and take you with him.
➳ Haechan -
At 3 AM there is one place and one place only that you and Haechan can be found - he sits at his desk entirely engrossed in the game filling his computer screen. He has you in his lap, your head against his chest. Honestly, the position is a little uncomfortable, but he is warm and you’re sleepy and you’re not sure who will whine more if one of you moves. In between games he rubs his hands up and down your back and leans in close to listen to your quiet reminders of how much you love him.
[ NCT 127 Being Caught In A Compromising Position ] -
Warnings: 18 + Content
AFAB Reader
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➳ Taeil -
It’s going to start with a huge sigh because honestly, he’s a little mad about being interrupted - he’s almost thirty, he ought to be able to bone his girlfriend without getting disturbed
It’s probably going to be Yuta who opens the doorway unannounced and when he makes some inappropriate comment, Taeil finally blushes and tells him to get out of the room
Taeil is a little flustered about the whole thing, but once he’s locked the bedroom door, he is pretty happy to continue
When he walks into the kitchen a little later, you can bet Yuta has told someone else about the interruption and they send a few teasing comments Taeil’s way, but they bounce right off (seriously, I think Taeil has just learnt to ignore 99% of what comes out of the mouths of his friends)
➳ Johnny -
Johnny’s biggest concern is making sure you’re comfortable and covered so he’ll actually be pretty slow to look at whoever just opened the door
He’s going to sigh quietly and whilst he’s a little annoyed (a lot because it was just beginning to get steamy), he won’t show it - in fact, he’ll probably go after whoever walked in to make sure everything is alright because he does try and be responsible
Once he’s sure though he’ll absolutely end the conversation like: ‘Okay, if that’s all I’m going to go and finish what I started.’ He partly says it as a joke, partly to stop anyone interrupting again and he really doesn’t care how hard they blush.
He picks up right where he left off as if nothing had happened at all
➳ Taeyong -
First and foremost he’s going to be embarrassed - scarlet-faced and jumping away from you as if he isn’t a grown man in the privacy of his bedroom, as if it wasn’t the fault of whoever just burst in unannounced
Taeyong is absolutely the sort to feel the need to apologise - he’ll apologise to you for putting you in such a situation (even though you’re more than okay with getting hot and heavy again) before he goes in search of whoever walked in to apologise to them too
He’s shy and awkward and the mood is very much ruined by the time he returns and it’s probably enough to put him off getting down and dirty in the dorm for a while
➳ Yuta -
Yuta doesn’t care at all, like at all. The only reason he’s stopping is because you’re underneath him slapping his shoulder.
He’s going to pull away real slow, a frown already set into his features ready for whoever just walked in and the hands that had been wandering beneath your shirt aren’t going to go far
Honestly whoever was at the door is gone the moment they realise just what they walked in on - they’ve all known Yuta long enough to know that after cursing them out he’ll go right back to what he was doing, whether they’re still watching or not
Yuta really just doesn’t care - he’s got his girlfriend half-naked beneath him and unless the dorm is on fire, or his manager is calling for him, the world can wait
➳ Doyoung -
Doyoung will deny anything less than PG was happening beneath his duvet to the day he dies
He hears the door opening and forces a few inches between your bodies, entirely oblivious to the state of his ruffled hair, the creases your fingers have twisted into his t-shirt
He is calm and collected, cooly laughing at whatever the person says to him and he is convinced they are none the wiser to what they just walked in on
When the intruder leaves once more, Doyoung is a little proud of his performance so you definitely have to swat him on the shoulder, but he doesn't leave you waiting long before he drapes himself over you again
➳ Jaehyun -
This happens after a long overdue date night - Jaehyun somehow persuaded his group mates to give you the entire dorm for a few hours (it’s been a while and he has a lot to catch up on)
It’s almost two am and Jaehyun is soft and slow until he hears the door open
He’s another whose first concern is making sure nothing inappropriate is on display, but he’s going to be caught somewhere between embarrassment and frustration and will probably quietly ask the person if something is the matter (seriously, if you’re going at it, I don’t even think he’d pull out)
Whoever it is, they’re slow to leave, groaning: ‘You’ve had all evening.’ (It’s probably poor Jungwoo who just wants to go to sleep)
Jaehyun replies something like: ‘I know, I know, just get out.’
And whilst the pink flare across his features betrays his fluster, all it’ll take is a look from you and he’ll go right back to it, only quicker and harder
➳ Jungwoo -
Jungwoo is number one on the play-it-dumb list - someone comes in and he immediately jumps away from you, as if whoever just interrupted hasn’t already seen what was happening - his hands up your shirt, his tongue down your throat
He’ll probably stumble over some excuse as to what was really going on, all the while his cheeks are burning like they never have before
After a moment he’ll run out of things to say and will flee beneath the duvet and all he can manage for the rest of the evening is a cuddle (he even avoids leaving his bed in case he runs into anyone, he is so embarrassed)
➳ Mark -
Mark freezes and you can bet his blood runs cold the moment he meets the eye of whoever just opened the door
Where Johnny immediately flips you over or pulls the blanket over your body so he can deal with it, Mark absolutely leaves you in the lurch, staring at whichever group mate is responsible for the disturbance without saying anything
Eventually, he’ll give an awkward laugh and be like: ‘Yo, uh, can I help?’ (Please no one ever put Mark in this situation, I think he’d die)
➳ Haechan -
Is Haechan embarrassed? Probably a little. But does he show it? Absolutely not.
He instantly turns whiny, calling out whoever just opened the door (Haechan is another one who won’t pull out unless absolutely necessary and you’re both covered so he’s not going anywhere)
He might be the youngest in 127, but he doesn’t care, in fact, it probably makes him care even less
Afterwards, when you’re dozing in his bed and he’s playing a game on his computer, Johnny will walk in and make some comment about the earlier intrusion, but Haechan just smirks
He definitely has the attitude: Yeah I’m Haechan and yeah I just did my girlfriend
[ Little Things NCT 127 Would Mention To Their Friends ] -
Warnings: None
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➳ Taeil -
He’d be shy about it, but Taeil will let slip how he’s going to marry you one day. His group mates are a little stunned as Taeil is usually pretty quiet about the details of your relationship. The moment passes when his friends collectively scream, but Johnny makes sure to ask him about it later when it is just the two of them. Taeil gives that bashful little smile of his and just nods because whilst he isn’t always sure of everything, he’s certain about how he feels.
➳ Johnny -
How wonderful the bedsheets at your apartment smell after laundry day. For the first time in twenty-seven years, Johnny takes more than a second to buy laundry detergent. It is no longer a case of picking up whichever is cheapest, or closest, he wants the exact same as you have at your place, not only because the feeling of snuggling beneath fresh cotton is otherworldly, but because it reminds him of you.
➳ Taeyong -
Something as simple as how happy you make him. Being the leader, and de facto mother, to twenty-two other young guys can be exhausting. It is his, with some help from the managers, responsibility to get them exactly where they need to be at exactly the right time looking exactly as they are expected to, so yeah, sometimes he feels a little tired. That’s where you come in - TY mentions how comfortable your apartment is, the late night studio dates, the little trips in and around the city and he seems rejuvenated despite his busy schedule.
➳ Yuta -
What you and him have gotten up to together recently. His group mates often ask how you’re doing and Yuta mentions the landmark you went to see on his day off, or the dinner date you took beside the Han River. Yuta sometimes shares the photographs he took of each moment - you laughing across the dinner table, or stood in front of whatever it was you went to see.
➳ Doyoung -
How at home he feels with you. Doyoung can be a bit particular, read: picky, about how certain things are done and you seem to just get it. The conversation probably comes up indirectly though - Haechan has just intentionally done something in a way that he knows will bother Doyoung and Doyoung is quick to whine about it, saying how no-one but you seems to do it the right way.
➳ Jaehyun -
Jaehyun mentions things mostly to Johnny - how the wine you brought back from your recent trip abroad tasted, how you make your morning coffee. He’s also very fond of sharing the music you like with everyone - he often lies on his bed with nothing to do but listen to the playlist you sent his way and he’s always silently pleased when his roommate, Jungwoo, asks for the title of one of the tracks.
➳ Jungwoo -
How it’s been three weeks since he last saw a particular sweatshirt. He playfully accuses various members of stealing it and he gratefully looks through their wardrobes, only to come away empty handed each time. It doesn’t occur to Jungwoo to ask you about it, but he does whine about it a little and when you tell him to describe it to you, you seem to realise at the same time that it’s been in your closet all this time. Jungwoo proceeds to tell his friends just what a nuisance you are as if he didn’t let you keep the sweatshirt.
➳ Mark -
Just about anything and everything. If Mark sees someone doing something, whether it be Doyoung cooking, or Taeyong tidying up, he absentmindedly makes a comment like, ‘Y/N adds . . . to . . .,’ or, ‘Y/N uses this . . . .’ If everyone wasn’t so pleased to see Mark so cheerful and in love, it might be annoying, but for the most part, his friends just smile and nod. (Unless it’s a cleaning product, in which case Taeyong asks for all the details.)
➳ Haechan -
Probably something stupid like when the ice-cream truck plays a tune it means it out of ice-cream. Johnny finds it hilarious and knows you’re having Haechan on. He takes great pleasure in knowing that you tease Haechan just as much as he does, taking over his role when he is not around. First off Haechan whines to Johnny, then does it all over again when he next sees you.
Being the eldest means Taeil tries to take the best possible care of the younger members of his group. When he finds the time, he prepares food for the entire dorm and he’s always grateful for your help - it involves placing his hand over yours as he shows you how to make a particular dish, his chin resting on your shoulder. If you catch yourself with the kitchen knife or touch the boiling pan, Taeil puts everything on hold, taking your hand in his before doing anything and everything in his power to help. He’ll immediately retire you from the role of kitchen assistant, putting you in charge of the playlist instead. You can fully expect him to suddenly clutch your uninjured hand and whirl you around the space when a particularly catchy song comes on.
➳ Johnny -
Johnny is easy going and being in a relationship with him is essentially being in a relationship with your best friend. It is comfortable and without pressure. It is silent understanding and barely noticeable displays of affection. It is an arm slung around your shoulder as you spend time with him and his closest friends because it is a package deal. Johnny is not opposed to holding your hand by any stretch, he simply saves it for the quiet moments shared between only the two of you. When he is driving, he has one hand on the steering wheel and the other placed on top of your own in your lap. Whilst waiting in line at the coffeehouse, he subconsciously fiddles with your fingers and leans close to ask whether you’re okay. After a few glasses of wine, Johnny often settles down on top of his duvet and grips your hand to pull you over his waist, letting you know exactly what he has on his mind.
➳ Taeyong -
The first time you hold Taeyong’s hand it is almost by accident. Something has caught your eye and you’re looking over your shoulder, but you’re faintly aware of Taeyong moving ahead through the crowd, so absentmindedly you reach for his hand a little worried you’ll get separated. Taeyong immediately pauses, a bit startled by the sudden contact, but as you move to his side, he doesn’t point it out, quite content with holding your hand. It isn’t until you go to point at something that you realise, looking down at your intertwined hands, before glancing at Taeyong wide-eyed. There is a slight flush across his face, but he doesn’t say anything, simply gives your hand a squeeze and presses on along the street, gently tugging you with him.
➳ Yuta -
Yuta loves fiercely in shades of scarlet and sangria. He gives you everything, and more, and you give him everything in return. He holds your hand as if his life depends on it, he does not do things in half measures. When he catches someone looking at you just a little too much, Yuta’s hands immediately move to your body. He doesn’t mean to be so blatantly possessive, he just likes to make certain that people know you’re unavailable. Every single time your fingers move for his, prying them from your waist or your thigh, before linking them together. Yuta likes the little routine, he protects you from unwanted attention and you lay your love at his feet in return.
➳ Doyoung -
Doyoung is a little bashful about holding your hand. As much as he adores you, he gets teased enough by just about every member of his group and he doesn’t want to add fuel to the fire. At least that is the case when he is conscious. Taeyong has lost count of the number of times he has come home in the early hours of the morning to find you and Doyoung asleep on the dorm sofa. Just about anything is fair game for teasing between them, but there is something so soft about the sight of Doyoung clutching your hand in his sleep that Taeyong doesn’t ever find himself mentioning it.
➳ Jaehyun -
Jaehyun takes great pride in being the only one privileged enough to hold your hand at any moment in time. He is confident about it too, reaching for your fingers so everyone passing by can know that you’re his. For Jaehyun, being able to hold your hand is something to appreciate, it is intimate and meant to show how in love with you he is in many different scenarios. He will hold your hand when you walk, when you’re cuddling on the dorm sofa, when he wants to reassure you about something. But equally, he’s reaching for your hand when you’re naked underneath him and he’s stretching you out just right, even when he’s fucking just about every thought from your head, he wants you to know that you’re safe and adored.
➳ Jungwoo -
There isn’t a single thought behind Jungwoo holding your hand, he just grabs and goes. If he sees something exciting in the street, you can fully expect to be dragged to it. (Mark is actually pretty pleased that it isn’t him anymore.) Jungwoo just lives in the moment and if he wants to go somewhere, he is, and he’s taking you with him. Sometimes Jungwoo can get a little nervous about things though, so if you catch him bouncing his leg, you quickly reach for his hand beneath the table. The feeling of your linked fingers does wonders for his heartbeat and he slowly starts to calm down, even if the action turns the tops of his ears an angry red colour. Being in a relationship with Jungwoo is all about taking careful care of one another and holding hands is a quiet reminder of that.
➳ Mark -
Most of the time, Mark doesn’t even notice that your hands are together. Even though he isn’t all that confident with PDA, it has become second nature for him to link his fingers with your own. When it is cold, Mark takes your hand and pulls it into his jacket pocket with his own. If he approaches from behind he’ll take your hand and tuck it into the back pocket of your trousers and place his on top. If he points at something and you’re holding hands, he’ll just pull your arm through the air without letting go.
➳ Haechan -
Haechan is, well, Haechan. He’s whiny and flighty and it isn’t often he sits still. But, he’s doting and well-meaning and warmhearted and takes his time with you when it matters most. For someone highly-strung, he is careful, measured even, when his head is between your thighs, desperate to make you feel good. He moves slowly, his fingers linger on your bare skin, softly squeezing. As things begin to escalate, he feels your hands in his hair, carding through, pulling sharply when his tongue passes over your bundle of nerves. The way his name slips from your mouth in between each breath you take has him working a little harder, moving a little quicker. Haechan draws you closer to the edge until your fingers are slipping to his shoulder and desperately pressing into his bare skin, nails and all, searching for something to ground yourself with. Without stopping his movements, he pries your hand from his shoulder and threads your fingers together and whilst he’ll never admit it, he enjoys the softness of holding hands as you come undone.
It is not cold, but the golden warmth of the day has slowly given way to a slight breeze, not quite enough to make you shiver, but enough for you to subconsciously pass a hand over the bare skin of your arm. Even as he holds the doorway to the restaurant open for you, Yuta notices. He immediately slips the jacket from his shoulders and stepping close from behind, places it over your own, causing you to turn. ‘Yuta, hey,’ you smile softly, feeling the material between your fingers, ‘I don’t want you to be cold either.’
Yuta shakes his head, shrugs and smiles all at once and you know you cannot argue with him. For a second, you take in the sight of him in the fitted shirt, appreciating how it wraps perfectly over his wide shoulders and how it clings to his waist. It isn’t often you see him dressed so tidily and you can’t help but think he really is your Takoyaki Prince.
He wraps his arm haphazardly around your back as you meander along the street. He talks quickly and laughs loudly, maybe it is a result of the wine, maybe it is because has you wrapped in his arm and nowhere to be in the morning. When you pass a twenty-four-hour convenience store, he feels you tug at the cuff of his shirt and the moment he catches your eye, he knows he’s a goner. He likes the fact you pull him into the store in search of ice cream and an extra bottle of wine even after your fancy dinner date. It makes him feel grounded, like he’s really here with you, not half caught up in recording and filming and practice like he sometimes is.
Inside, he offers to find something to drink like he has any more of an idea than you, whilst you spend longer than you should picking between a few flavours of ice cream. He leaves with a firm kiss on your cheek and a promise to be back in a minute. Yuta isn’t sure when this became a habit - inviting you out to expensive restaurants so you can wear those items in your wardrobe saved for special occasions, late-night visits to the convenience store on your way home to your apartment, but he knows lives for it.
When he returns a few minutes later with a bottle Jaehyun had recommended beneath his arm, you are in the same position as he had left you. Yuta watches for a moment without speaking. Even he cannot catch the smile that lifts the edges of his mouth at the sight of you, peering into the freezer, the heels, the slinky scarlet number, the jacket that belongs to him. There is someone, another guy, standing at the opposite end of the aisle and Yuta can see clear enough that he too is enjoying the sight and he takes it as his cue to return to your side. As he nears, his hand slips beneath the jacket hanging loosely over your shoulders and settles dangerously low on your back, the tips of his fingers perfectly comfortable over the curve of your waist.
Yuta does not care about the possibility of being seen as his fingers press gently enough into your skin to draw you nearer, close enough for him to find your mouth with his own. He does not care as he deepens the kiss, the hand on your back pulling you until there is little gap between your chests, until you’re pressed against him in the freezer aisle.
It’s only when he hears a little squeak of embarrassment escape against his mouth that he pulls away. He takes great joy in the flush that has spread across your features, an intoxicating combination of a couple of glasses of wine and his brazen display of affection. Yuta tucks the pint of ice cream beneath his arm and reaches for your hand, threading his fingers through your own as he guides you toward the checkout. As you pass the stranger at the end of the aisle, Yuta smirks, taking pride in the fact he knows it’ll be him and only him slipping the slinky dress from your shoulders at the end of the evening.
Johnny slowly tips his head in Mark’s direction as soon as the conversation about dating comes up as if it is a habit. You suppose that he really believes you’ll end up together eventually. He doesn’t tell you that it is Mark, always Mark and only Mark he points to because he doesn’t trust the other members of his group to not fall in love with you. Mark knows too much about him, about how he feels, to look at you in any way that isn’t friendship. But still, Johnny is unable to bring himself around to the idea of suggesting himself, as much as he wants to, as much as it pains him not to. So Mark is a safe alternative and he can continue playing the game, gently asking about your dating situation, before teasingly pointing out Mark as if it were the reason he asked in the first place.
The same thought passes through your mind on every occasion. Mark is just, well, Mark. He’s attractive, you can say that with some certainty. And sweet, and soft, with a mean streak you’re sure arises at just the right times. He really is everything anyone should ever want for in a relationship and sure, he’s one of your closest friends. But, he isn’t Johnny.
When you lift your eyebrows and shake your head, before diverting your attention to something else, the cycle begins again. Johnny does it all as if there isn’t a photograph of you tucked into his wallet, as if everyone does not know he is fighting off his feelings for you, except you. He watches as you turn away, he runs a hand through his hair and wonders how much longer he can continue like this, how much longer will you wait for him.
When it is time for Johnny to leave, he stands, ruffling a hand through your hair and the movement is a stark reminder of the invisible line that is drawn between you. He says, ‘Hey Kid, I’ll see you later.’
He leaves with a heaviness in his heart that has become uncomfortably familiar. He tries to keep himself in check, telling himself you’re a friend he cannot afford to lose. Just a friend who doesn’t know what she wants. As he walks through the hallway, he hears you laughing at something and he steels himself. Mark, it should be Mark.
It is three days later that he next sees you and it is three days too long. Between his busy schedule and your own, it is only when he finds a spare afternoon that he is able to invite you to tag along for coffee. You agree to meet outside the SM building, just as you have a million times before. As Johnny’s group slowly filter out from practice, he watches you through the glass, chatting to Haechan as if nothing in the world might disturb you. For a moment he wonders if he ought to nudge Haechan toward you, he’s a good one too and he would treat you just how you deserve. Something about the thought doesn’t sit right though and he quickly lets it go. He is faintly aware of Mark calling his name and he turns to meet him.
‘Johnny, come on,’ Mark sighs with a shake of his head and a smile, ‘Just ask her out man.’
Johnny sighs too. Before he can protest, Mark is holding the door for him and he follows him into the sunshine, hearing your laugh. When you walk along the street, the curling of Johnny’s arm around your waist is too natural to be comfortable and if he hadn’t done it a hundred times before, it would stir butterflies in your stomach.
At the coffeehouse, you insist on collecting the order from the countertop. Johnny’s line of sight follows you across the space, taking in the picture of you in the pretty periwinkle dress you save for when the weather is warm. He watches as the barista catches you in conversation and whilst you wait for the coffees, it is all laughter and friendly chatter. Johnny is familiar with the feeling that inches its way along his spine, pinning his shoulders. He wants to be angry with himself, how can he allow himself to feel such jealousy when he daren’t take the step he so wants to.
When you return to the table, taking three trips to carry the coffees, Johnny gestures to the barista left behind. ‘He seemed nice,’ he mutters, the cheeriness to his tone entirely fabricated.
‘Who?’ Is your reply, as if you hadn’t so much as noticed the guy, let alone his flirting.
Johnny’s laugh is genuine as he listens to you. ‘That guy. The one who just tried to get your number for fifteen minutes.’
‘Oh, right,’ You half-heartedly shrug, ‘Sure, he was.’
When Johnny glances at you, he realises that you are already looking at him. There is an almost unreadable expression across your face, but Johnny can almost read your mind, cursing him out for not making the move you’ve been silently begging for all this time. He shakes his head to dislodge the thought, ‘Not to worry Kid, there’s always someone else.’
Part of him wonders if he’ll ever push you far enough to confront him directly, but you brush off his comment with a soft smile and take a mouthful of your coffee. Just as the question of your dating situation, the moment falls away and Johnny is left with the same feeling of emptiness as before. As much as you laugh and lean together over the table, he is weighted by the simmering feeling that you aren’t really his.
After leaving the coffeehouse, he is insistent on walking you to your apartment building. He has an answer for every one of your protests - he doesn’t care that it is the middle of the day, that there are a hundred other people moving along the street. He isn’t ready to say goodbye yet. He doesn’t tell you that he might never forgive himself if he simply waves and watches you step into the crowd, he thinks someone might fall in love and whisk you away. So he carries your cardigan over his shoulder and his hand hovers over your waist whenever people brush by until you are nearly home.
He follows you into your apartment, grateful for the relief that the air-con provides. You immediately make for the refrigerator to pour two glasses of water and Johnny leans against the countertop. He’s told you a million times how much he likes your apartment and you can only suppose it’s because it is blissfully quiet in comparison to his shared bedroom with Haechan.
‘It’s so hot,’ Johnny sighs, peeling the back of his shirt from his skin. He goes to say something more but catches sight of the hem of your dress flitting dangerously high against the back of your legs as you reach upwards for a glass. The picture casts any thought from his mind.
He thinks back to the coffeehouse. Maybe it is because the city is sweltering, maybe the sight of an inch of extra skin, but he presses the matter. ‘That guy was into you, why don’t you give someone a chance?’
He hears you scoff as you hold a glass out to him, ‘I’m not dating Mark, Johnny.’
Johnny smiles at you, but his tone is serious, desperate. ‘I wasn’t going to suggest Mark. But, you know, you deserve to find someone.’
‘Johnny.’
The mention of his name is meant to serve as a warning, he knows and he stays quiet. As he watches you, he realises that you look tired, not physically, but tired of the sticky, complicated situation you share. He thinks about taking his leave, but you seem to read his mind and speak as to stop him.
‘Johnny, you know why.’
It is quiet again, save for the sounds filtering through the open kitchen window. Johnny meets your eyes and sees that your gaze is firm, unmoving, daring even. The expression is in contrast to your periwinkle dress, the laughter and the friendly affection he associates with you. He hears you acknowledge a million different moments all at once - the longing glances, the touches too familiar for friendship, the unspoken commitment to one another.
‘Kid,’ Johnny manages after a while, ‘You don’t know what you’re asking.’
Johnny is faintly aware of a shift in the atmosphere. He watches your easy-going manner twist into something more serious. The laughter that meets his ears is light and airy.
‘No, Johnny,’ You protest, turning away from him in the small space. ‘I do.’
He watches as you step away, putting a few extra paces between you, a hand running through your hair. He can see your pinned shoulders and hear the waver of your voice. After a moment, you turn and make for him and he wonders how long this has been brewing.
‘You always do this Johnny, call me Kid and push me away,’ the words are punctuated by the press of your finger into his chest.
Johnny looks to your face, but you seem unwilling to meet his eye. You are standing dangerously close. Your hand has fallen to your side in defeat and he can almost feel the heat burning across your cheeks, hot enough to cut through the summer air. He sighs heavily and for a second he panics the movement might cause you to flee, but you seem frozen. Slowly, cautiously, Johnny raises a hand to your cheek and gently guides you to look at him. He finally sees the tears that have gathered at the edges of your eyes and the sight causes his heart to lurch.
‘Kid,’ He murmurs, thumb softly moving over your skin. Your eyes are wide and waiting and Johnny sighs, ‘Fuck. I can’t break your heart.’
For a second you wonder if Johnny is going to do just that, whether you ought to have stuck with the silly unspoken game of before. But the sudden pull of his hand is slow, but firm, as if certain you might fly away if he lets go. His mouth is desperate against yours and strong and his other hand ghosts over your waist, bunching the material of your dress in his fingers. Before he can begin to question himself, you stumble forward until your chests are almost touching. It is a messy affair of clashing tongues and desperate fingers, at least until you break apart to catch your breath and then the reality of the situation seems to seep in. Johnny is standing closer than he has ever before, almost pressing you against the kitchen cabinet and his chest is lifting with each inhale of breath.
You force yourself to speak first, but only manage a quiet whisper of his name. Johnny winces, ‘Y/N, this isn’t how I wanted this to go.’
Johnny sighs when he feels your mouth barely scratch over his neck and he slowly guides you against the countertop. The press of his hips against your own is slow, giving you time to slip away if you want to. The soft noise of appreciation that escapes from your chest at the first experimental roll of his hips is enough for him to continue. His hand moves from your waist, trailing to the top of your thigh to feel the bare skin beneath your sundress and as he shifts, you’re able to feel the growing hardness beneath his jeans.
He is able to feel the lift of your mouth into a smile and he draws back to glance at your face. The smile across your features sends Johnny’s blood rushing southwards quicker than any amount of kissing and he finally allows himself to relax a little. Something about the seriousness of the earlier situation, of your firm tone and the sight of you moving away from him had set him on edge.
This time it is him who trails his mouth against the sensitive skin of your neck, relishing the sudden exhales of breath each nip of his teeth draws from your throat. He is conscious of your wandering fingers, slipping beneath the hem of his t-shirt, slowly moving against his abdomen, daring to shift beneath his belt buckle. As much as he wants you to continue, the feeling sobers him and he pulls himself away, the loss of contact elicits a whimper from you that almost fractures his resolve.
‘Y/N,’ Johnny smiles softly, his thumb tracing shapes on your hip, ‘I just don’t want to mess this up with you.’
His words cause your heart to flutter. If only you might tell him just how head over heels in love with him you are. ‘Johnny, I know. Why do you think I never said anything. I’d rather have you as a friend than not at all.’
Johnny’s smile grows a little wider. ‘Right. I just worry about you, about being with an idol and -.’
The gentle press of your hand against his chest breaks his train of thought. ‘Johnny, stop thinking.’
It is with something between adoration and absolute desire that he looks at you as you approach. He desperately tells himself to ingrain the image of you into his mind, standing in your kitchen, awash in the sunshine pouring through the window. Johnny’s hands reach for your waist and threaten to move beneath the hem of your dress and he is shameless as he presses himself against you. Your hands find purchase beneath his t-shirt, fingernails raking over his bare skin and it feels different touching Johnny like this, but better than you might have imagined.
Johnny is soft and gentle, letting you guide him to your bedroom by his hand. At the foot of your bed, you look at him in an unspoken plea and he silently takes control, pushing you toward the duvet before settling himself between your thighs. He moves slowly, but with great purpose - grazing his teeth beneath your ear, spreading his hand on your thigh and forcefully pressing his hips against your own. The press of your nails into his shoulder blade and the breathy whines leaving your mouth drive him on, pushing him to pull the t-shirt from his back. His fingers slip beneath the straps of your summer dress and as he fiddles with them he pauses, ‘We can stop at any point, Y/N.’
He hears your huff and feels the tug of your fingers against the ends of his hair. When he finally removes your dress, he sighs against your neck and you relish in the feeling of bare skin against bare skin. Johnny raises himself onto his hands to have himself a shameless glance of your figure, ‘Kid,’ he mutters, shaking his head with a smirk playing at the edges of his mouth.
He kisses along your stomach, on the inside of your thighs, dangerously close to your underwear. The movement riles you up exactly as he desires and he feels you fidget beneath him, whining his name. He hooks a finger beneath the waistband, but does not immediately move, giving you time to push him away, but you only stutter his name once more. Johnny is slow as he slips your underwear along your thighs, taking great enjoyment in the motion before he throws it to the side. He, at last, places his mouth where you most want him, smirking as he feels your hands move through his hair as his tongue flattens and rolls between your thighs, his breath fanning against your heat. His hand splays against your stomach to keep you in place and for a while, he is captivated by the sound of his name falling from your mouth and the tremble of your thighs.
Slowly, steadily, he draws you to the edge, responding to each pull of his hair and jerk of your hips, until your thighs shake against his shoulders. He only stops when your fingers slip to his jaw and gently pull him away and he finally takes in your appearance. Johnny knew you were beautiful, but something about the sight of you, wide-eyed and needy for him strikes something a little deeper. He is aware of your fingers scooting along his abdomen, fiddling with the buckle of his belt.
Johnny is big in every sense of the word - big as he nestles between your thighs, but even bigger when he lines himself up at your entrance. ‘Johnny,’ you mutter between kisses.
At the mention of his name, he looks to your face and pauses, faintly aware of how achingly hard he is against your thigh. You look at him with hooded eyes, ‘It’s been a while.’
At first, Johnny just nods, before he lets out a breathy chuckle and his head falls forward to your shoulder, ‘I guess that’s my fault.’
Your laughter is a firm reminder of just how much he wants this, how much he wants you, the sex and the laughter. When he starts to slip inside, slowly because he wants to take the utmost care of you, he can feel your nails pressing crescent shapes into his shoulder. Part of him thinks he ought to be worried about someone seeing them, part of him wants everyone to know that you’re his, maybe he’ll walk around the dorm shirtless just to show Haechan, Mark, and everyone, that you’re only his.
Johnny winces as he bottoms out, the feeling of you squeezing him making him want to curse himself for waiting so long to give in to his feelings. He furrows his brow and makes certain that you’re comfortable before he moves and you nod desperately, whilst pulling at his shoulders, searching for something to ground yourself with. Johnny smirks against your skin, moving with a little more force, reaching so deep that it feels as though he’s rearranging your insides. The feeling is so overwhelming that Johnny’s name falls from your mouth over and over again whilst you helplessly hold onto him.
It is quiet as you finish, Johnny’s thumb tracing over your cheek, his breath fanning against your neck and he is slow to move away. He shifts to lie on his back and pulls you close, resting your chin on his chest as his fingers trail along the skin of your back. ‘Hey, Y/N,’ he murmurs, drawing your attention to his face, ‘Can I take you on a proper date tomorrow? Wine and dine, even though we’ve done things out of order.’
Johnny’s heart tightens at the sincerity behind your smile. There is a pause before you sigh, ‘I was actually thinking of asking Mark out tomorrow.’
Johnny immediately groans and fidgets beneath you, pressing his fingers into his eyes. ‘You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?’
Whilst you shake your head just to agonise him a little more, the sound of your laughter is enough - he can take a lifetime of teasing if it means he can grow old hearing it.
[ Moments NCT 127 Realise They’re In Love With You ] -
AFAB Reader
Masterlist
➳ Taeil -
When you’re content with spending time with him, even with eight tag-alongs. Johnny and Jungwoo are in the centre of the living room making a fuss about something and it is enough to make everyone laugh. A quick look at you and Taeil realises that you’re already glancing his way and the fleeting moment your eyes meet is enough to cause warmth to swell in his chest. He knows he is one of the quieter members of the group and he often has nothing to say and yet, you look to him even in a room full of people.
When you’re moving through a hoard of people and he feels your fingers cling to his as if you might get swept away if you let go. He takes great pride in knowing that you trust him to protect you, to care for you. He can tell you he loves you a hundred times over and it is still not enough. He’ll push through every crowd and gently guide you to his inside whenever you walk beside a busy road, all whilst holding your hand as if you might fly away.
➳ Johnny -
When he wakes in the morning, the bed is empty. A quick check of his phone and he realises that it’s already ten o’clock and he’s suddenly grateful for you letting him have a lie-in. When he finally peels himself from the bed, he sees you sitting in the kitchen, nursing a coffee as you read through a magazine. You’re swamped in a hoodie that very much belongs to him and he can’t help but pause at the sight.
When you visit the SM Building to meet him, and his group mates, for a coffee. He sees you standing in the sunshine, wearing your prettiest sundress, happily chatting away to Haechan and the sight brings a definite smile to his face. You look so happy and so beautiful and for a moment, he falters. He’s faintly aware of someone, Mark probably, calling his name, but he’s unmoving, feeling soft for the scene ahead of him.
When you’re curling yourself into his side and Johnny realises that Haechan has been slipping you extra drinks all evening. You’re tucked into the crook of his neck, entirely uncaring for the restaurant surroundings. You’re muttering something and when he leans closer to listen, he realises that you’re telling him just how much you love him. It’s with tired eyes that you look at him and he is unable to resist wrapping you beneath his arm, all he wants to do is take care of you. He’ll bundle you up in his jacket soon and guide you home.
➳ Taeyong -
When he finally pries himself from the studio a couple of hours after midnight. He’d last received a reply from you half an hour ago and he assumes that you’ve long since fallen asleep. He stumbles through the dorm already half asleep, briefly acknowledging Doyoung in the kitchen, before he makes for his bed. It’s only when he flicks on the bedside light that he realises that you aren’t in your own apartment, but are curled up beneath his duvet. The sight immediately makes him pause because you’re just so soft and he hadn’t realised just how much he’d been silently wanting to see you and you seemed to know without him mentioning anything.
When you agree to meet in the studio just to spend time together. He has a track to be working on and you are happy to just be in his company without disturbing him. This in itself is more than enough to bring a shy sense of appreciation from him. But, when you walk into the studio, two iced coffees in hand, his laugh is light and airy because he has two identical coffees sitting on his desk, one for each of you. He suddenly realises just how similar you are, how well you complement each other.
➳ Yuta -
When you spend half an evening in the kitchen, pouring your heart into cooking his favourite dish from Japan. He offers to help and you politely decline, (probably for the best), insisting that he takes the time to rest instead. It’s when he takes the first bite and it’s as if he’s sat at his mother’s dining table and when he asks whether you had spoken to his family for the recipe, you flush slightly and turn your head away with the worry that you hadn’t replicated it too well. He insists that it’s just as wonderful.
When he’s deep in conversation with Taeyong and his friend warmly asks how you’re doing. Yuta appears to come alive as he discusses you, even sharing the story of the dish you’d spent so much time preparing for him. He tells Taeyong that it tasted just like home, and he suddenly realises that home isn’t a place after all. Maybe you’re home.
➳ Doyoung -
When you seem to pick up on how he’s feeling before he’s even realised himself. After a hectic week of promotion, practice and everything else in-between, Doyoung is tense. When you place a hand on his shoulder, you feel his tight muscles. When he talks with Yuta, you hear the slight bite behind his words. Doyoung doesn’t realise until you’re forcing him to rest his head on your lap so you can run your fingers through his hair, and he suddenly feels drained. It’s a quiet conversation about your day to ground him in something other than his own work and it’s when his eyelids feel heavy that he turns to place a kiss on your wrist as a silent thank you.
➳ Jaehyun -
When you’re at a bar with Jaehyun and a few friends, some being his group mates. Jaehyun had been caught up in conversation - he’d been reluctant to leave your side given that you had only just been introduced to some of his closest friends. When he finally looks up from his conversation, however, he sees you across the space, your head tipped back with laughter at something Jungwoo has just said and Jaehyun is overcome with the feeling that maybe, this might just work out. You seemed to slip into the group as if you had known them as long as he had and you were kind, and confident, and friendly, but not too friendly.
When he slowly opens the door to the bedroom he shares with Jungwoo. His roommate is out for the evening and Jaehyun had occupied himself with whatever Haechan had been watching in the living room whilst you freshened up with a shower. It’s after a soft knock that he opens the door. He sees you, dressed all in his clothing after his last minute persuasion to have you stay the night. There is music playing and you’re slowly moving around the little space, folding the clothes he’d thrown on the floor, even straightening Jungwoo’s duvet, and he almost doesn’t want to disturb you, let you know he’s there. He thinks of how wonderful a mother you would make.
➳ Jungwoo -
When it is an ordinary Wednesday, nigh eight o’clock. The rain that has threatened all day has finally arrived, washing the city in grey. Jungwoo goes to the apartment building entrance to let you inside and when he opens the door, he sees you half-drenched but still smiling. You have thrown your jacket over your head, but your shirt is sodden. When Jungwoo reaches for you, the bare skin on your arms is cool to the touch and even so, you do not complain. In fact, you seem happier than ever, soaked through. He welcomes you inside and it is all laughter and doubling over. There is a teasing glint in your eye as you wrap yourself around him and when he laughs and half-heartedly tries to push you away, he figures that this is what love feels like.
➳ Mark -
When you both collapse onto the bed at your apartment after a busy day exploring Seoul. It is early evening and the windows in your apartment allow golden sunlight to filter inside. They are open and a gentle breeze comes through. Mark knows that his schedule is full for the coming weeks and yet, spending time with you seems to make him completely forget about it. He looks at you, basking in the golden light and it is as if he has nowhere to be, but here. The feeling in his chest is warm, like the air, and time is irrelevant. He does not speak for a while and neither do you, content with carding your fingers through his hair.
When you finally turn to him, you trace your thumb over his cheek and the sensation has him closing his eyes if only to savour the feeling. For a while, it is as if he is only Mark, not Mark of NCT. Sometimes, the thought of ordinary is nice. When it is time for him to go, (he does share a room with a manager after all), you are gentle with your goodbye, as if the softness of the evening is clinging to the moment. You kiss his cheek as your final parting and send him on his way with a firm reminder of just how much you’re in love with him.
➳ Haechan -
When he finds you sitting at the piano he so much likes to play. He sees your bowed head, your lower lip pulled beneath your teeth, as you try and replicate the ditty he had played for you earlier in the day. There is a knit in your brow and when you play a wrong note, you backtrack with the same determination that he does. Even when he moves to your side and you make enough space on the piano stool for him to share, you do not stop trying to play. At least until he offers to show you once more and it is when he finishes and looks at you that he sees your eyes, wide with awe. He lets the moment pass by teasing you a little, something about being with him for his talented fingers. Inside he knows he is young and he has an entire lifetime ahead of him and he wonders if he is spoilt for having found this feeling so soon.
I think we can agree that Chan is a pleaser - if he can do something for someone, he will. So you’re close friends with the group, but particularly Chan and let’s say that isn’t always easy being best friends with someone as attractive, and lovely, as Chan himself, but you get by keeping all feelings and any desire to jump his bones to yourself. Occasionally there is a little tension - on the day's Chan is feeling stressed or needy you sometimes wonder whether you ought to throw caution to the wind and finally make a move like Hyunjin has been telling you to for weeks. Recently the unspoken tension seems to have increased threefold - maybe it’s because he’s leaving the country soon, maybe it’s because you’re in love with him and spend an unhealthy amount of time fighting off thoughts that you definitely shouldn’t be having about your best friend. It comes to a head a couple of days before Chan is due to fly to the US and this is how it goes:
First, maybe Chan invited you to just hang out at the dorm whilst he finishes packing his suitcase. You’re just lounging on his bed, silently admiring him as he fiddles about in his wardrobe as if every single item isn’t the same shade of black. It’s quiet, as it always is before he flies halfway around the world, the atmosphere is stuck somewhere between excitement for the upcoming tour and sadness for him having to leave the city and you. After a while he stands and walks to the bed with a hoodie in hand and you assume he’s about to pull it on, but instead he offers it to you.
‘What is that for?’ You ask, furrowing your brow.
At first Chan is a little quiet, his gaze on the floor as he replies: ‘I just thought, because I’m going away.’
As soon as he begins, he starts to backtrack. The first thought that flashes through your mind is that maybe he feels the same way about you as you do him and it stuns you into silence until you hear the sudden insecurity in his voice. Then you immediately move closer to him and reach for the hoodie and it takes great willpower to firstly, not melt over just how cute he is, and secondly, pull him to your side. ‘Chan,’ you manage, faintly aware of the tears gathering at the edges of your eyes, ‘I’ll miss you so much.’
You’re not sure who moves, but suddenly you’re wrapped tight in Chan’s arms, your nose tucked into the crook of his neck, your bodies pressed close together. Chan can feel his t-shirt bunched in your fists and he tries to hold you even closer and he knows his heart is pounding in a way that betrays just how he feels. He tells you just how much he’s going to miss you too and it almost hurts when he sees your watery eyes as he pulls away. He isn’t thinking as he leans closer, bowing his head slightly, his thoughts are in a whirr because you’re giving him the softest, most adoring look and he’s in love. His mouth is gentle against yours - the movement of someone slowly testing the waters, someone cautious of sending their best friend running a mile if this is all a misunderstanding. When he feels your fingers press into his back to keep him close, he finally begins to relax into the kiss.
It’s soft and gentle and sometimes you break apart to catch your breath, but your foreheads press together and Chan’s grip around your waist is enough to express his determination to keep you close. He allows you to take the lead - deepening the kiss, your fingers daring to slip beneath his t-shirt and he slowly pushes you to the duvet, taking his time to hover over you so you can ask him to stop at any moment. It’s quiet as you carefully peel clothing from one another - t-shirts, trousers and even when you’re almost naked, when he is achingly hard against your thigh, Chan doesn’t speed things up. He waits for you to make the final step and you do, as he places kisses along your collarbone, you thread your fingers through his hair and sigh quietly, ‘Chan, please.’
He lifts his head to catch your eye and when you nod, he finally slips your underwear down your thighs. He finds your mouth again and mutters against your lips, ‘I’m going to take care of you.’
All you can do is nod again and hold onto his broad shoulders in an effort to keep yourself grounded because this is Chan, your best friend, the one you’ve been in love with for you don’t remember how long and he’s just beautiful and gentle. He looks to you again before he lines himself up, a final demand for consent and when you start to feel a stretch, your fingernails press crescent shapes into his back. Chan’s breathing is heavy as he stills, torn somewhere between wanting to fuck you in the way he’s been thinking about for months and trying to hold it together. He furrows his brow and triple-checks whether you’re okay and even when you nod and say yes, he can see tears in your eyes once more and it’s only when you tug at the ends of his hair and sigh that he realises why they’re there. ‘It feels so good,’ you manage and Chan responds by gently moving his hips against your own.
This isn’t something Chan wants to rush, in fact, he wants it to last a lifetime. The closeness has you both softly sighing as your head falls deeper into the pillow, Chan’s forehead resting on your shoulder as he savours the warmth and the way you squeeze him just right. The feeling of you wrapped around him has his head spiralling and he is sure, he will come undone soon. He rolls his hips and draws a whimper from your mouth and the noise prompts him to move again, quicker, deeper, if only to hear that noise again.
It is gentle even when you finish – your name falls from Chan’s mouth as his movements still and he places a grounding hand on your thigh as he feels your shaking legs around his waist. His retreat is slow, reluctant, and he does not move far, moving to your side and tugging you into his chest. His touch is soft and meant to slowly draw you back to him and for a while, neither of you speak. Eventually, you shift to look at his face, one hand caressing his cheek and for a moment you stumble over your words because Chan is looking at you as if you’re his entire world. It’s sort of like, ‘Chan, I – ‘ and that’s it, even though you want to tell him you’re in love with him.
Even though you can’t quite finish, Chan nods his head and replies, ‘I know, me too.’
