This is not proofread just fyi sorry I have no time but I HAD to write this or at least try. So! Here we go~~
::
You scratch another heart into the corner of your notebook. Song lyrics spill over the lines, some crossed out, some written over so many times that the word are indented into the next page.
You've been working on this particular song for a while now. The idea came to you one late night while lying in bed, wishing your apartment wasn't so quiet all the time. If only you had someone to share it with.
Someone in particular, you think, who may be the most oblivious person on the planet.
No, you have not looked him in the eyes and said, "I love you" but goddamn it, you might as well have. The number of hints and signs you've dropped for this boy, and yet, he remains absolutely clueless.
How dense can one be? Like, seriously? If you didn't know any better, you would think he's purposely feigning ignorance.
Inside the heart on your paper, you write two initials.
The lyrics are about as close as you can get to grabbing him by the face and planting one on his lips. God, please, you'd do anything to feel his lips on yours. If you have to go another fucking year of singing lead to his guitar, you might go crazy.
::
Fucking hell, you're so cool. Jisung can feel his heart drop to his gut whenever you smile like that, like he's legitimately funny. Whatever deadbeat joke he just told is nowhere near deserving of such melodic laughter. But you laugh anyway. And it doesn't even sound like pity; you genuinely think he's funny.
His tongue gets tied when you banter back with him, never missing a beat within the many layers of your conversation. You know your music shit and it shows. Jisung could listen to you rant about chord progression and vocal runs all day.
Your passion is what originally drew him in. When you joined the band, he was skeptical. Him and his boys had been running this show for almost a full year when you appeared out of seemingly nowhere and parked your sweet ass on center stage.
Like a goddess, you arrived and took their sound to the next level. With your vocals and their instrumentals, people actually began noticing them for the first time. No more bar joints or after hour club hops or street busking. A month after you started, they got their first real booking. And it was a smash hit.
He can still remember the way you jumped into his arms that night. Your voice in his ear as he held onto your waist, your feet off the ground, your hair in the wind. Fuck, your heart was on your sleeve and he saw the real you on full, high definition display.
And he immediately fell in love with it.
He fell in love with you.
Your skinny jeans and ripped t-shirts, matching beanies and guitar pick necklace. The way you always grab the microphone when you hit a high note or actually draw an X over your heart when you make a promise. The little things you do are his kryptonite, they make him weak for you in ways he's never felt before.
It's one of the main reasons he'll never be good enough for you.
But sometimes, in the back corners of his mind, he thinks he sees chances.
For instance, this last week. You were hanging around with him while the rest of the boys loaded the van. Jisung was trying to get a particular chord progression into his muscle memory, but his fingers weren't listening.
You came up behind him, wrapped your arms around his body, and layered your hand over his.
"Try it this way," you said gently over his shoulder as your hand guided his to switch easily between the chords. "See? You don't have to move your fingers so much, just shift down fretboard like this."
The notes flowed freely, easily. A smooth, clear sound that he had been trying to produce for that past half hour.
"That's genius," Jisung commented, repeating the movement a few times to let it sink into his fingers. "Thanks..."
He turned his neck to see you, only to be two inches closer than expected. You stayed right where you were, your hand slowly pulling his hand off the guitar only to slip your fingers between his.
Your eyes dropped to his lips, and Jisung felt his entire body freeze. Not much could have prepared him for you to lean in closer, head tilting slightly, lips gently parted. Jisung's eyes followed your movements until they crossed and closed.
The brush of your lips meer moments away was so suddenly interrupted by the doors to the venue bursting open and the rest of the group hollering for the two of you to hurry up.
"Bro, calm your ass, we're coming!" You shouted back, a bubbly laugh that catches Jisung's ear and melts his bones like butter.
And just like that, his hand was cold.
Thinking back, it probably didn't mean anything. The two of you got swept up in the moment and almost kissed, so what? It doesn't mean you like him or anything. You could have any guy you could ever possibly want. Why the hell would you want Jisung?
Pulling his high hopes back down for earth, Jisung decided it's better to ignore any hints or signs he thinks he may be interpreting.
You're band mates. Friends. That's all.
::
For fuck's sake, these lyrics better work.
"Hey, Jisung, can you run something for me?"
He checks the time. The rest of the boys will be here soon, but for now the place is empty and you've finished setting up the equipment, so why not.
"Sure. What is it?"
"I wrote a song. I want to sing it for you."
Chillax, dude. It's not for you. She just wants to sing it and get your input. As a band member.
"Yeah, of course," Jisung casually takes the music sheet from you and skims the notes. "Chords are simple enough. What made you want to write a pop song? You usually go for more punk rock vibes."
"The sound is somewhat in between, and I wanted to give it a go. The lyrics are the important part." You take a step closer, drawing him in with your eye contact and slightly flushed cheeks. "Want you to listen closely to the lyrics, okay?"
"Okay."
"Really closely."
"Got it."
You step up to the mic stand. Jisung counts you in and then begins playing the first chords. With your knee bouncing and your hand on the mic, you sing your heart into each word.
"Kissy face, kissing face, sent to your phone but in trying to kiss your lips for real..."
You point at Jisung. He smiles and nods along with the music.
"Don't you want me like I want you baby, don't you need me like I need you now? Sleep tomorrow but tonight go crazy, all you gotta do is just meet me at the..."
With the music flowing through his veins and the notes in his mind, Jisung comes to stand with you at the mic, voicing back up for the main hook of the chorus.
Your eyes lock. Your mouths on opposite sides of the mic finish the song together.
This is it. He's hearing you, finally! The way he's looking at you while you sing, he can't not be seeing what you're seeing right now! For the first time, Jisung understands what you're trying to say. All it took was translating your feelings into a language he understood.
A song.
With a final strum of his guitar, the song ends. You're out of breath a little bit from the sheer amount of emotion you poured into each word. You meant it, every syllable. And based on the way Jisung is chuckling to himself, it looks like he meant it too.
He places his guitar down and runs a hand through his hair.
"Wow, ___, you really outdid yourself. That song is super catchy!
"Huh?"
"I mean, the hook is addicting, like, it's gonna be stuck in my head all day, I swear. Great job!"
"You fucking idiot," you scoff at him. Are those tears in your eyes?
Jisung scrambles after you when you walk away. Your feet stomp on the stage, a sniffle here, a mumbled curse there.
He jumps in front of you, a hand on your arm and a stressed brow pressed together in concern.
"Whoa whoa, what's wrong? What just happened?"
"You seriously don't get it? After all that?"
"I'm so confused."
"Did you even look at the music sheet? Did you even listen to the lyrics?"
"I did! I swear! They're really good!" He insists, gaze bouncing between your tear-swelled eyes.
"Oh my god, Jisung!"
"Oh my god, what!?"
"I like you!"
"I like you too!"
"No, I love you!"
"I love you too!"
"You're such an idiot!"
"I'm your idiot!"
"Just fucking kiss me already!"
His lips are on yours before you can take a breath, arms around your waist pulling you into himself so harshly the air is knocked straight from your lungs.
You grab his collar, gripping on for dear life as your feet shuffle across the floor. The feeling of your back hitting the wall, your clothes being jerked and stretched by his hold. He ravages you like it's his last meal, like your his first drink of water in days.
Jisung hasn't had time to process what exactly happened, but he heard you beg him for a kiss and his body moved instinctually. He pins your hips to the wall, his leg between your hips while his lips take in every taste of you he can get.
Your fingers thread into his locks like magic, so soft and pull-able, you can't help the initial desire to feel his hair gripped between your fingers.
The air begins to settle surely as your kiss falls into a easy rhythm, the rush and drama of it all evens out and leaves you with heavy breathing, forehead to forehead.
You open your eyes to see Jisung in complete shock, overwhelmed at the feeling of you low-key sitting on his thigh, pressed against the wall, and holding onto him for dear life.
"Took you long enough."
He meets your gaze, smiles, and sighs, "Fuck, is that what you've been trying to tell me this whole time?"
You nod and then rest your head against the wall. He leans down to leave a trail of kisses up your neck, across your jawline, and back to your lips.
The doors to the venue open somewhere in the distance and the incoming of the rest of the group can be heard approaching.
Jisung is hesitant to let you go though, and you can sense the struggle in his hands and eyes.
"Hey," you whisper secretly, "lyrics line twenty four."
"What?"
"Figure it out, genius."
With that you leave his cheek with a quick kiss and go to join the others.
Jisung follows close behind, but his head is in space. He grabs his guitar when he notices the music sheet you gave him earlier still next to it.
Scanning the sheet, he feels a tug at his heart. The excitement builds when he sees you standing at your mic, sneaking a wink at him from over your shoulder.
Line 24 - "All you gotta do is just meet me at the..."
This is not proofread just fyi sorry I have no time but I HAD to write this or at least try. So! Here we go~~
::
You scratch another heart into the corner of your notebook. Song lyrics spill over the lines, some crossed out, some written over so many times that the word are indented into the next page.
You've been working on this particular song for a while now. The idea came to you one late night while lying in bed, wishing your apartment wasn't so quiet all the time. If only you had someone to share it with.
Someone in particular, you think, who may be the most oblivious person on the planet.
No, you have not looked him in the eyes and said, "I love you" but goddamn it, you might as well have. The number of hints and signs you've dropped for this boy, and yet, he remains absolutely clueless.
How dense can one be? Like, seriously? If you didn't know any better, you would think he's purposely feigning ignorance.
Inside the heart on your paper, you write two initials.
The lyrics are about as close as you can get to grabbing him by the face and planting one on his lips. God, please, you'd do anything to feel his lips on yours. If you have to go another fucking year of singing lead to his guitar, you might go crazy.
::
Fucking hell, you're so cool. Jisung can feel his heart drop to his gut whenever you smile like that, like he's legitimately funny. Whatever deadbeat joke he just told is nowhere near deserving of such melodic laughter. But you laugh anyway. And it doesn't even sound like pity; you genuinely think he's funny.
His tongue gets tied when you banter back with him, never missing a beat within the many layers of your conversation. You know your music shit and it shows. Jisung could listen to you rant about chord progression and vocal runs all day.
Your passion is what originally drew him in. When you joined the band, he was skeptical. Him and his boys had been running this show for almost a full year when you appeared out of seemingly nowhere and parked your sweet ass on center stage.
Like a goddess, you arrived and took their sound to the next level. With your vocals and their instrumentals, people actually began noticing them for the first time. No more bar joints or after hour club hops or street busking. A month after you started, they got their first real booking. And it was a smash hit.
He can still remember the way you jumped into his arms that night. Your voice in his ear as he held onto your waist, your feet off the ground, your hair in the wind. Fuck, your heart was on your sleeve and he saw the real you on full, high definition display.
And he immediately fell in love with it.
He fell in love with you.
Your skinny jeans and ripped t-shirts, matching beanies and guitar pick necklace. The way you always grab the microphone when you hit a high note or actually draw an X over your heart when you make a promise. The little things you do are his kryptonite, they make him weak for you in ways he's never felt before.
It's one of the main reasons he'll never be good enough for you.
But sometimes, in the back corners of his mind, he thinks he sees chances.
For instance, this last week. You were hanging around with him while the rest of the boys loaded the van. Jisung was trying to get a particular chord progression into his muscle memory, but his fingers weren't listening.
You came up behind him, wrapped your arms around his body, and layered your hand over his.
"Try it this way," you said gently over his shoulder as your hand guided his to switch easily between the chords. "See? You don't have to move your fingers so much, just shift down fretboard like this."
The notes flowed freely, easily. A smooth, clear sound that he had been trying to produce for that past half hour.
"That's genius," Jisung commented, repeating the movement a few times to let it sink into his fingers. "Thanks..."
He turned his neck to see you, only to be two inches closer than expected. You stayed right where you were, your hand slowly pulling his hand off the guitar only to slip your fingers between his.
Your eyes dropped to his lips, and Jisung felt his entire body freeze. Not much could have prepared him for you to lean in closer, head tilting slightly, lips gently parted. Jisung's eyes followed your movements until they crossed and closed.
The brush of your lips meer moments away was so suddenly interrupted by the doors to the venue bursting open and the rest of the group hollering for the two of you to hurry up.
"Bro, calm your ass, we're coming!" You shouted back, a bubbly laugh that catches Jisung's ear and melts his bones like butter.
And just like that, his hand was cold.
Thinking back, it probably didn't mean anything. The two of you got swept up in the moment and almost kissed, so what? It doesn't mean you like him or anything. You could have any guy you could ever possibly want. Why the hell would you want Jisung?
Pulling his high hopes back down for earth, Jisung decided it's better to ignore any hints or signs he thinks he may be interpreting.
You're band mates. Friends. That's all.
::
For fuck's sake, these lyrics better work.
"Hey, Jisung, can you run something for me?"
He checks the time. The rest of the boys will be here soon, but for now the place is empty and you've finished setting up the equipment, so why not.
"Sure. What is it?"
"I wrote a song. I want to sing it for you."
Chillax, dude. It's not for you. She just wants to sing it and get your input. As a band member.
"Yeah, of course," Jisung casually takes the music sheet from you and skims the notes. "Chords are simple enough. What made you want to write a pop song? You usually go for more punk rock vibes."
"The sound is somewhat in between, and I wanted to give it a go. The lyrics are the important part." You take a step closer, drawing him in with your eye contact and slightly flushed cheeks. "Want you to listen closely to the lyrics, okay?"
"Okay."
"Really closely."
"Got it."
You step up to the mic stand. Jisung counts you in and then begins playing the first chords. With your knee bouncing and your hand on the mic, you sing your heart into each word.
"Kissy face, kissing face, sent to your phone but in trying to kiss your lips for real..."
You point at Jisung. He smiles and nods along with the music.
"Don't you want me like I want you baby, don't you need me like I need you now? Sleep tomorrow but tonight go crazy, all you gotta do is just meet me at the..."
With the music flowing through his veins and the notes in his mind, Jisung comes to stand with you at the mic, voicing back up for the main hook of the chorus.
Your eyes lock. Your mouths on opposite sides of the mic finish the song together.
This is it. He's hearing you, finally! The way he's looking at you while you sing, he can't not be seeing what you're seeing right now! For the first time, Jisung understands what you're trying to say. All it took was translating your feelings into a language he understood.
A song.
With a final strum of his guitar, the song ends. You're out of breath a little bit from the sheer amount of emotion you poured into each word. You meant it, every syllable. And based on the way Jisung is chuckling to himself, it looks like he meant it too.
He places his guitar down and runs a hand through his hair.
"Wow, ___, you really outdid yourself. That song is super catchy!
"Huh?"
"I mean, the hook is addicting, like, it's gonna be stuck in my head all day, I swear. Great job!"
"You fucking idiot," you scoff at him. Are those tears in your eyes?
Jisung scrambles after you when you walk away. Your feet stomp on the stage, a sniffle here, a mumbled curse there.
He jumps in front of you, a hand on your arm and a stressed brow pressed together in concern.
"Whoa whoa, what's wrong? What just happened?"
"You seriously don't get it? After all that?"
"I'm so confused."
"Did you even look at the music sheet? Did you even listen to the lyrics?"
"I did! I swear! They're really good!" He insists, gaze bouncing between your tear-swelled eyes.
"Oh my god, Jisung!"
"Oh my god, what!?"
"I like you!"
"I like you too!"
"No, I love you!"
"I love you too!"
"You're such an idiot!"
"I'm your idiot!"
"Just fucking kiss me already!"
His lips are on yours before you can take a breath, arms around your waist pulling you into himself so harshly the air is knocked straight from your lungs.
You grab his collar, gripping on for dear life as your feet shuffle across the floor. The feeling of your back hitting the wall, your clothes being jerked and stretched by his hold. He ravages you like it's his last meal, like your his first drink of water in days.
Jisung hasn't had time to process what exactly happened, but he heard you beg him for a kiss and his body moved instinctually. He pins your hips to the wall, his leg between your hips while his lips take in every taste of you he can get.
Your fingers thread into his locks like magic, so soft and pull-able, you can't help the initial desire to feel his hair gripped between your fingers.
The air begins to settle surely as your kiss falls into a easy rhythm, the rush and drama of it all evens out and leaves you with heavy breathing, forehead to forehead.
You open your eyes to see Jisung in complete shock, overwhelmed at the feeling of you low-key sitting on his thigh, pressed against the wall, and holding onto him for dear life.
"Took you long enough."
He meets your gaze, smiles, and sighs, "Fuck, is that what you've been trying to tell me this whole time?"
You nod and then rest your head against the wall. He leans down to leave a trail of kisses up your neck, across your jawline, and back to your lips.
The doors to the venue open somewhere in the distance and the incoming of the rest of the group can be heard approaching.
Jisung is hesitant to let you go though, and you can sense the struggle in his hands and eyes.
"Hey," you whisper secretly, "lyrics line twenty four."
"What?"
"Figure it out, genius."
With that you leave his cheek with a quick kiss and go to join the others.
Jisung follows close behind, but his head is in space. He grabs his guitar when he notices the music sheet you gave him earlier still next to it.
Scanning the sheet, he feels a tug at his heart. The excitement builds when he sees you standing at your mic, sneaking a wink at him from over your shoulder.
Line 24 - "All you gotta do is just meet me at the..."
heads up: mentions of plus size!fem!reader getting fat-shamed
"i just--i guess i just don't get what you see in me." you know changbin's still staring at you, watching the way you toy with the straw of your water bottle. "like... i dunno, that guy was right. you could be with someone smaller than me." you shrug. "someone you could... i dunno, throw over your shoulder if they were into it."
changbin frowns, arms crossed over his chest. "you think i can't pick you up?"
you nearly roll your eyes before shoving your refilled bottle back into the fridge. "changbin, i really don't think--"
before you can finish your statement, changbin shuts the fridge and turns you to face him. he wraps his arms around your waist, hoisting you up off the ground. for a moment, he just stands there with you in his arms, feet dangling off the floor. he slowly sets you down, eyes still fixed on yours.
"even if i couldn't do that," he says, "i love being with you. it doesn't matter what you look like," his hands slide down your sides to rest on your hips. "i think you're beautiful. it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks because they're not dating you." he gives your hips a gentle squeeze. "okay?"
your heart is still racing from being hoisted up in the air with no warning, mind still reeling. you know changbin works out, but... when did he get that strong? after a moment, you finally nod once his words have set in. "okay."
"... did i break your brain?" he teases, giggling a little. "sorry. i wanted to show you, and..." he tugs you forward so that he can wrap his arms around you. "sorry," he giggles, nose scrunching a little.
(little did he know that that nose scrunch was enough to break your brain any day.)
• you honestly have no clue how you managed to cuff a man as attractive as him, yet here you are.
• anytime he drives (which is always when he is with you) one of his hands are on the steering wheel while the other is ALWAYS on your thigh. the only time he ever takes it off is to switch gears.
• he's your personal heater. mingyu is so big and bulky that he radiates so much body heat. it's perfect on nights that are cold which are literally always since he's over six foot and hogs the comforter. you have to rely on cuddling close for warmth.
• sitting on his shoulders to change lightbulbs !!! (bonus, sitting on his shoulders during christmas time to put the star on the tree.)
• i hope you enjoy being babied because this man will do it to no end !!!
• whenever you're talking to him, he has the habit of looking at your lips to read them and it makes you feel nervous and giddy like a teenager all over again.
• he is always cooking for you !!! even when he's not going to be home, he would still make you something to eat for dinner that night. who are you to complain though? his food tastes like heaven.
• he yaps ten times more when he is with you. he can't help it, he's just so excited to tell you everything about his day.
• he gives the biggest and the best bear hugs. you truly try to hide away from the rest of the world whenever you're in his arms.
• if you asked him if you could tie a bow around his arm, he would say yes. no questions asked. would even flex just for fun.
• he looks at you as if you strung up all the stars in the sky.
• he is a giant teddy bear in disguise. he has the softest spot for you and isn't afraid to let the world know.
• he is constantly making sure you eat. what do you mean you're not hungry??? what do you mean you'll eat later??? no. he's already in the kitchen whipping up a mingyu special.
• whenever he tries out a new recipe, you're the first person who gets to taste it. he's always asking for your opinion after he feeds you a spoonful.
• people (especially men) tend to shy away from you in public settings because mingyu just looks so big and scary standing next to you.
• you will constantly be smothered in kisses. he thinks you're the cutest and just can't resist.
• he's definitely the type to tease you whenever he catches you ogling him. (you can't help it, he just looks TOO good.)
• may not be good at talking back to his members, but when it comes to anyone disrespecting you, oh he is READY to raise hell.
• you would definitely have to hold back from being jealous when in public and seeing how many woman have their eyes on him. your boyfriend is a VERY attractive man and you would be fooled to think no one would glance in his direction. too bad for them though cause you're the only person he's looking at.
• you would have this joke that he's your housewife. for some reason he likes doing chores???? for fun??? whenever you get home the laundry is always folded, sink is always empty, and bed is always made. the house is clean at all times.
• you would definitely be close to his sister which he loves because mingyu is such a family oriented person.
• late night swims are a must ! just the two of you under the stars. he would indulge in your playing mermaids agenda. (his mermaid tail is blue!)
• one of his favorite domestic things to do with you is grocery shopping. he comes in handy whenever something is on the top shelf.
• he would teach you how to ride a bike just so you can join him whenever he goes cycling. honestly the best teacher, he won't let go until you say so and even then he's hovering to make sure you don't fall.
• he would constantly encourage you to fall asleep on his shoulder or lap whenever he can tell you're tired.
• his biceps make the BEST pillow.
• he would send you his gyms pictures before he even posts them because at the end of the day, you're the only person he wants to be praised by.
• physical touch is his love language !!! good luck getting him off of you.
• he definitely uses his height to an advantage. he would constantly hold things above your head just to tease you and say the only way you're getting it is if you give him a kiss.
• he would be holding your hand at ALL times.
• he gives the best head scratches, you love when he plays with you hair. (bonus, you taught him how to braid and he's fully mastered it.)
• he is a VACUUM when it comes to food, but regardless he always saves a few bites for you whether you want it or not.
• he would make breakfast almost every morning. protein pancakes would definitely be on the menu and he would also definitely be shirtless while making them. (he's a master at flipping pancakes too, it's low-key hot.)
• would try his best to protect you from small things like the dark or bugs, but if we're being real, he's probably screaming on the inside too.
• he would constantly be calling you cute and adorable.
summary: fate drives the last piece of the puzzle to take down your worst enemy right into your hands in the form of han jisung. you don't expect him to take your whole world, and turn it upside down; worming his way into your crew, into your heart – and your complicated relationship with minho. redefining what it means to live and to love, despite it all.
word count: 108k
series warnings: 🔞 smut and angst, but also, this is a pirate story, so we are dealing with period typical warnings! There is blood; violence; abuse; murder; death (no main character death!! this story has a happy ending); mentions of parent and pet death; grief and ptsd; mentions of prostitution and sexual assault (not graphic, in the history of main characters); consensual sexual intercourse, also under the influence; unprotected sex with the pullout method (condoms weren’t invented yet, okay; pulling out does not work!! don’t do it!! this is fiction!!); lots of mxm action
epigraph
chapter I
chapter II
chapter III
chapter IV
chapter V
chapter VI
chapter VII
chapter VIII
chapter IX
interlude
chapter X
chapter XI
interlude
epilogue
*chapters in italics are supplemental poems
asks and thoughts about the sea may rise, sky may fall universe
skzms' masterlist // ko-fi
disclaimer: before someone comes into my inbox - I know pirates wouldn’t bathe much while at sea, that they didn’t eat this lavishly, that women weren’t allowed on ships because they were supposedly bad luck, and I also know that absinthe doesn’t actually fuck you up. I did research, but I also tweaked the colonial history of the bahamas to my liking because - this is a sexy little pirate fanfic, and I make the rules. don't @ me, I will not engage.
huge, and I mean gigantic shoutout to the love of my life @stayconnecteed for sending in the ask that started it all. this series wouldn't exist without you!! I'm so serious!! thank you!!
SYNOPSIS : things skz hyung line love about their chubby partner
PLAYLIST : ripples - beabadoobee ; touch tank - quinnie
PAIRING(S) : bf!skz hyung line x gender neutral reader
WARNING(S) : mentions of insecurity, skirts ( not necessarily feminine in my eyes ), i think thats all??
note : ah hi !!! sorry this took so long to get out, a maknae line version should be up soon as well ! i hope you enjoy !! ( and to the others that sent in reqs, those should be up soon as well, this week has been crazy for me ☹️. anyway, you can expect it sometime this week !! )
channie:
— loves coming home to you already asleep and all cozy. you’re the best thing for his insomnia, your cute little snores lull him right to sleep. after washing up, he’ll slide into bed next to you. his hands naturally find the soft skin of your thighs and plush tummy. rubbing down your soft skin till he reaches your knee and back up again. he’ll trail up your arm to your collarbones until he reaches your jaw. brushing stray hairs from your face, he leaves kisses in their wake. you slowly stir awake.
“ channie? ” your voice is so sweet, a little hoarse from the sleep. it’s only now you realize you fell asleep while waiting for him. you hate how late he stays in the studio, perfecting and nit-picking his already beyond-perfect work. you’ll always admire how hard-working he is but that doesn’t take away from how desperately you wish he was home more.
“ mmm, hi my love, ” he giggles. words can’t describe how lucky he feels knowing he gets to love you.
— he loves how you’re almost oblivious to how much everyone adores you. you just have this energy that seeps into other people, you’re so unapologetically yourself and it’s sosososo attractive.
— loves buying you new clothes that match his so when you go out, everyone knows his pretty baby is all his <33
minho:
— he is the thigh guy ever. he loves to lay with his head between your soft thighs while he does something mindless like scrolling on his phone, turning his head to leave soft kisses on your skin. sometimes he’ll get too much cuteness aggression from hearing you recall your day and leave a gentle bite in place of the kiss, soothing it with a peck when you squeal.
“ minho! ” your voice cracks a bit but he just starts laughing, smoothing over the bite mark with a kiss.
“ ‘m sorry, you’re just so cute. “ he puts his head back to look up at you admiring your features, despite them being upside down from this angle. you’re so pretty, his personal paradise. whenever work and his mind becomes too much, you’re his getaway. his escape.
“ anyways, so then she- “ you continue to talk about the girl at your favorite coffee shop and he just watched you, love practically seeping from his eyes. you’ll never grasp just how much he adores you but he can hope you understand at least a bit of it.
— he loves how cute you look with his initials around your neck or on the bracelet he bought, pressed against your pretty wrist. he would probably pass out if you ever wore thigh jewelry, a little m adorning his most favorite part of you.
— always has his hand on your thigh while he drives, squeezing along to the music or whenever he needs to remind himself that you’re all his. he gets to have you like no one else does. ( what did i say, he’s the thigh guy ever. )
changbin:
— hear me out, your arms. he’s so obsessed with how they wrap around him, grounding him and protecting him from all things stressful.
“ oh, hi bin- “ your sentence is cut off as he lifts you into his arms, burying his sweaty face into your neck before leaving a kiss there that makes you squirm. he had just got done at the gym. it was obvious he couldn’t wait to see you by the way he practically tackled you.
he’ll just laugh into your neck before pulling back to look at you, still holding you in his arms. his hair is curly and his cheeks are flushed. you’ll never get over how perfect he always looks, especially now. it feels like he’s reading your mind when he says,
“ you’re so perfect, you know that? “ he praises. something you’ll never know is that he thinks about you the way you think about him. you’re so flawless to him, everything about you is worth worshipping in his eyes.
“ …okay, i love you binnie but you’re sooo sweaty “ he finally breaks out of the trance you have him in but only to sulk.
“ ahh, why doesn’t my baby love me!? “ he exclaims and once you finally get out of his tight hold, it’s not for long. he’ll chase you around your shared apartment and once he finally gets his hands on you, prepare for endless kisses littered across your face <3
— he would LOVE it if you were stronger than him. he finds it so attractive if he could go head to head with him in the gym, his competitive side on full display. but he also loves being stronger than you, picking you up like you weigh nothing, and having you in his lap. he knows you might worry about being too heavy but you are such a big reason why he works so hard in the gym. he just loves being strong for you.
— he’s honestly such a show off. he just likes the idea of you never having to lift a finger, and doing everything for you without you ever having to say the word. you want water? it’s already by the bed in your favorite cup. you’re hungry? he’s already in line at your favorite restaurant before you can even text him. his acts of service love language is coming on strong.
binnie bonus!!!
— he’s another one who loves to see you in cute outfits, he adores your fashion sense so you usually do the outfit picking for the two of you. whether it be a skirt on a cute pair of shorts or some plain jeans, he’s so in love with how it all fits you.
hyunjin:
— everything about your body. just the way you move and the way you fit against him perfectly is enough to send him into a rant about his adoration for you. to him, your body is art, perfectly constructed and molded into something that not even the most time-consuming sculptures can replicate. you are art, so of course you make your way into his.
“ hyunjin, i’m starting to cramp. ” you whine. he has so many doodles of you that he’s done from picture references but now, it’s time for the real thing. despite your complaints, he takes his sweet time.
“ just a little longer love, i’m almost done. “ he whispers, making small strokes of his pencil in his sketch pad. it really shouldn’t have taken him this long but he keeps getting distracted. you’re posted all pretty for him, holding the flowers he bought you. you’re just such a sweet sight and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from you, even if it is for a few seconds.
before he can tell you he’s done, he’s getting up and planting a kiss on your lips. having to resist touching you for so long should be a crime. just watching you be so effortlessly beautiful and not being able to show you that he’s thinking that was torture. you’re made to be loved and he’s made to carry that mission out.
— couple pictures!!! loves taking cute pictures on your dates or going to especially pretty places to snap especially pretty pictures of you. he loves simple outfits that look good on both of you, blue jeans and white button-ups. some of his favorite pictures are of the two of you in that exact outfit, playing in fields of flowers or walking around the pretty streets of a new part of town. his wallpaper is actually of you lying in the flowers <3
— loves to hold your waist when you’re cooking or washing dishes. whenever he’s teasing you he’ll pinch you softly. it always ends in him being splashed with water and forced to flee the kitchen to escape your playful slaps.
thank u for reading !! again, please send me any feedback or critiques you have !! this was so fun to write <3
requested by @xuenihao : "I was wondering if you could do a reaction of ot13 being in a relationship with a s.o. who is a bit kn the heavier side (just thighs and And belly? You know) and how they would act to people hating on them and how they comfort them? Or them just adoring their so body?"
notes: i really wanted to come up with one unique idea per member but my brain couldn't think of enough sobs... but i hope these are all still okay !
masterlist
seungcheol, seungkwan, hansol
always, always has you sitting on his lap. or leaning against him, or your head resting on his thighs. won't let you fret that you're too much of an uncomfortable weight for him, bc that's not even an issue. loves having you sitting with him bc it's warm, it's reassuring, and he loves having you pressed up against him. makes a point of pulling you into his lap if you ever get insecure, telling you very firmly that anyone who makes you hate the way you look is, quite frankly, incredibly stupid and not worth your precious time. bc your time is Definitely precious especially when you can be spending it sitting in his lap while he runs his fingers through your hair
jeonghan, junhui, chan
gives you kisses absolutely everywhere. literally, everywhere he can reach. kisses your fingers, your fingernails, your eyebrows, your ears, everywhere. when you were lying next to him with your shirt slightly exposing your stomach, he'd leaned down and swiftly pressed a kiss there as well. probably learnt the meanings of all the different placements of kisses for fun, and whenever you feel particularly down about yourself then he'll go through all of them with you, kissing different parts of your body and telling you exactly what each kiss means, while also giving him the chance to show how cherished your body is by him
joshua, hoshi, dokyeom
he is. oh my god he is soooo a thighs man. loves your thighs so much. not even in a sexual way, he just thinks they're so lovely and pretty and full and gorgeous. likes it when you wear shorts/skirts so he can trace patterns across your knees and lower thighs, and especially does so if you're feeling bad about the way you look. pretends to get all sad if you cover them up by wearing pants, but still finds it vv fun to squish your thighs with his hands bc wow they're just so Nice. gasps dramatically if you tell him you don't like your thighs bc in your opinion u think that they're too thick bc what???? he thinks your thighs are perfect what are you talking about????
wonwoo, woozi, minghao, mingyu
has compliments for the way you look always, always on the tip of his tongue. looks aren't everything, he knows, but there's just something about you which makes him want to call you all those shallow adjectives bc they just sound so right because you really are gorgeous and beautiful and amazing. literally, you are an utter deity in his eyes like i Cannot stress how much he adores you. has really sincere talks with you if he notices that you feel insecure about yourself, and the compliments just flow out of him smooth and easy as water until you're smiling and blushing and hugging him and feeling better again
♥︎ A/N: If you're a chubby/thick/plus sized babe feeling not so great about yourself and you happen to love our sweet Hannie, I hope you find some comfort in this.
boyfriend!jisung who fell for you the moment he saw you but took forever to work up the nerve to ask you out on a date because he was afraid you'd say no.
boyfriend!jisung who's an introvert that doesn't like to go out a lot but went out every weekend for a whole month just for the chance to hang out with you.
boyfriend!jisung who spontaneously confessed his feelings for you one night and turned the cutest shade of red when he found out you felt the same.
boyfriend!jisung who's hangs on every word you say so when it was time to plan your first date he knew how to make it perfect for you.
boyfriend!jisung whose friends adored you before they even met you because this man couldn't stop running his mouth to them about how amazing you were. They've literally never seen him so head over heels.
boyfriend!jisung who had you stay over his place so he could make you breakfast the next morning accompanied by flowers and a little card he handmade asking you to be his girlfriend.
boyfriend!jisung who doesn't get it at first when you say people won't believe that someone like him wants someone like you.
boyfriend!jisung who took the time to understand your feelings, reassuring you as much as you needed that it didn't matter what anyone else thought. You're the most beautiful woman in the world to him. How could he not want you?
boyfriend!jisung who praises your body every chance he gets. When you take him shopping with you he can't resist telling you how nicely that sundress suits your figure or how cute those pants make your butt look.
boyfriend!jisung who always has to sneak in a few extra minutes with you in bed in the morning so that he can cuddle and squeeze your soft body. You're the reason he's late all the time but it's worth it.
boyfriend!jisung who never makes you feel like you need to be ashamed of your squishy belly, rolls, or chin. If he catches you sulking he'll kiss every part of you until it feels loved.
boyfriend!jisung who's known for being funny but will turn into an absolute demon if anyone ever fucks with you or makes you feel bad.
boyfriend!jisung who checks in with you throughout the day to make sure that you've eaten. On your bad body image days especially he'll either cook or buy you your favorite foods to avoid you skipping meals.
boyfriend!jisung whose camera roll is filled with pictures of you two together along with a bunch of secret ones he's taken when you weren't looking. Some are from angles you'd feel make you look bigger but he's smitten with every picture of you. You'll have to fight him to delete them.
boyfriend!jisung who always lets everyone know that the two of you are together. There's never a question of how proud he is to tell the world you're his.
boyfriend!jisung who'll stop everything to be with you when things get really bad. You can cry in his arms for hours if you want. He'll always be there to comfort you.
boyfriend!jisung who lets himself be vulnerable, opening up to you about his own insecurities because he knows you'll be there to comfort him too. Of course you are.
boyfriend!jisung who may drool over how pretty you are but never takes for granted how kind, funny, creative, and intelligent you are on top of that.
boyfriend!jisung who loves you because, well, you're you.
It's late night, there's not even one sound to be heard of, only the sound of the keys as you pull them out of your purse, you're going back home from a long day at work-- however it's not your door that you unlock.
You decide to surprise Xavier tonight, you could say you even missed him.
When you peek in and look around for him, you find him fast asleep on the couch.
"As to be expected..." You think to yourself.
As you move closer, you notice his phone screen is open. Out of curiosity, you move closer to see what he was up to.
His message app is open, your own chat specifically. He seemed to have been waiting for a text from you. You move even closer in hopes of reading the unsent message that's sitting above the keyboard.
Suddenly, Xavier grabs your arm and pulls you close. You gasp shocked with no time to react. The only thing you can do is lose balance and fall on him. He immediately notices it's you, and he softens his grip quickly.
"Oh, it's you y/n..." he seems to try to caress your wrist, but he only swiftly moves his hand away when he notices his phone is open. In embarrassment, he takes it and turns off the screen.
"...I seem to have dozed off."
You're still standing on top of him, a silly smile is painted on your face as you observe his features, causing you to get lost in thought.
He blinks and tilts his head till he notices what is going on in your mind. He flashes a warm smile and softly pushes a strand of hair from your face, placing it behind your ear.
"if I didn't know you, I would think I have something on my face..."
He says teasingly but still keeps his calm demeanor.
His hand stays still on your face before he brushes your cheek softly. You don't lose the opportunity to place your own hand on top of his and bury your face in his palm as you speak.
"Oh? And what do you think now, if you know me so well?" You say, teasing him back, eager to hear his answer.
"Let me think..."
Xavier slowly moves and wraps his arms around you, making you rest on him on the couch as you're both still sitting. His moves are elegant and caring, soft and delicate. He takes the blanket that was around him and wraps it around you both.
"I think you missed me enough to invade my home."
He says in a low whisper, the warm smile never leaving his face.
Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden exclamation, and you looked away to avoid him, even tho you liked this "confrontation."
He reaches out his hand, positioning it on your cheek once again, turning your face to look at him directly in the eyes.
"All the stars shone under the moon's gaze, nevertheless they are indeed all are cast aside at the sight of Venus and Jupiter. Awaiting for the dark veil of the night to tumble above every corner, just to see them again."
It's hard to understand his words sometimes, even when he's in the silliest mood or the most romantic one, he's still so ethereal, his eyes are like a starry night, he definitely has affected you with his metaphors.
"So, that means you missed me too?"
He raises his shoulders and snickers.
"You admit you missed me?"
He tightens his embrace around you and lays his head on your shoulder.
He's avoiding the question on purpose, he's always the one to avoid difficult situations.
You wrap your arms around his head and mess with his hair.
"I missed you as much as you missed me, Mister."
Xavier, however, seems to be getting comfortable, as he's burying his face on to your neck, he begins to be unresponsive. You poke him, to wake him up, and make him speak up. He instead lays down, his weight pushes you to lay on the couch with him, his arms still wrapping you. He still has eyes closed and is about to sleep. One of his hands trails off from your back to your waist and finds its way to your own hand, he interlocks his fingers with yours.
You let out a sigh and you close your eyes, slowly you're beginning to fall asleep.
Many minutes pass, and Xavier must have thought you had already fallen asleep.
"I missed you too." He says. You can't help but smile. You look up and notice he's already looking down at you. He gets a little startled seeing you are still awake.
"Xavier."
"Yes?"
The smile on your face grows bigger.
"I love you." You say, without hesitating one second.
He gasps at the sound of your words and seems nervous. You notice a tint of pink on his cheeks. There's a small awkward pause, which, for a moment, makes you feel scared you ruined the moment. But he composes himself fast enough, and finally, he takes a deep breath and smiles back.
"I love you too, Y/N." Then he goes ahead and kisses your forehead lovingly before he lays his chin on your head. You hold him tighter, and he returns the gesture, as if you're both scared of losing each other.
You cuddle tightly and slowly fall asleep with the hopes you'll meet in your dreams, too.
I won't be going by neekodraws anymore and I'm gonna delete some old stuff and add new ones! Also I'll repost the fanfic parts and post all the parts now! 😁
jisung is the one that wants you silent during sex if he's fucking you in the dorms but is the same one that can't shut up during the whole session, and I mean it.
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