still thinking about the minjoong lap sit… the way hongjoong grabbed his legs to adjust him so he could sit… the way mingi just let him… the little slap hongjoong gave mingi’s thigh… mingi’s hands grabbing hongjoong’s waist and the way he just sat there grinning… i need the little one to eat the big one so bad 🚬
💘 San as a Protective Boyfriend (with soft + spicy energy):
• Constantly checks on you: Whether you’re out with friends or just at work, he’ll text “You okay, baby?” or “Let me know when you’re home.”
• Hawk eyes in public 👀: If anyone looks at you sideways, San is immediately stepping closer, hand on your waist, giving “don’t even think about it” energy.
• Walks on the outside of the sidewalk every time, no matter how many times you switch places.
• Pulls you behind him when crossing busy streets or entering a crowded place, like he’s your personal shield.
• Gets jealous easily but not in a toxic way—just a low-key “Who’s that guy? Why’s he smiling at you like that?” then clings to you tighter.
• Loves when you wear his clothes—partly because it smells like him, partly because it’s a quiet way of marking his territory.
• Protective even emotionally: If someone says something that upsets you, he’s the first to speak up—“That’s not okay. Don’t talk to her like that.”
• Can go from soft to intense real fast if he thinks you’re uncomfortable. You’ve had to grab his hand more than once to calm him down.
• Lowers his voice and gets very serious when he’s worried about you: “Baby, I need you to tell me if something’s wrong. I can’t help if you shut me out.”
• Sleeps facing the door—it’s instinct. He always wants to be between you and anything that could ever hurt you.
• Carries extra stuff for you (water, your meds, snacks) because he “doesn’t want his baby to ever go without.”
• Talks you through your anxiety like a pro, his protectiveness showing in how safe he tries to make you feel.
• Will literally fight your demons if he could: “If your anxiety had a face, I’d punch it. You don’t deserve that.”
• Has a strong, secure grip on your hand when walking together, especially at night or in unfamiliar places.
• Playfully possessive: “You’re mine. Say it.” And laughs when you roll your eyes—but melts when you say it back.
• Is your biggest hype man, but gets very serious if anyone else says anything negative about you—he will confront them.
• Always watches your surroundings, even when you’re talking. He notices people, exits, everything—just in case.
• Whispers protective things while cuddling: “No one’s ever gonna hurt you while I’m breathing, baby.”
The serious one. The composed one. The one with arms like granite and a voice like thunder when he was angry. He didn’t joke around much in public, didn’t fake smiles for people he didn’t trust, and definitely didn’t let his guard down easily.
So when people saw the two of you together, they always said the same thing:
“He must be so strict.”
“He doesn’t seem like the type to be affectionate.”
“He looks like he’d scare off anyone who tried to mess with you.”
They were half right.
Because yeah—Jongho was intense. He’d stare someone down from across a room if they looked at you wrong. He’d call you out when you were being reckless, or when you didn’t eat, or when you let people walk all over you.
But behind closed doors?
Jongho was all softness.
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• He memorized the way your nose scrunched when you were overwhelmed. He’d pull you into his chest and murmur, “Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”
• He kept hair ties on his wrist because you were always losing them.
• He knew when your period was coming before you did—your cravings, your moods, your pain—he tracked it silently and stocked your favorite things without saying a word.
• He left notes in your jacket pocket: “Drink water today. And remember you’re mine.”
• When you cried, he didn’t try to fix it. He just held you. Tight. Like the world could fall apart, and you’d still be safe in his arms.
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One night, after a particularly bad day, you snapped at him during dinner. You were stressed, tired, and on edge, and you instantly regretted it when you saw his expression.
But instead of snapping back, Jongho got quiet. He stood up, walked over, and crouched in front of you.
“I know you’re overwhelmed,” he said gently. “But don’t ever think I’ll stop being soft with you, even when you’re hurting.”
You felt tears spring up and tried to look away.
But he reached out, brushing your cheek. “You don’t scare me. Not even when you’re angry. I’d rather take the storm than see you hide it from me.”
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Because Jongho wasn’t hard on you. He was protective of you.
Of your heart. Your time. Your peace. Your worth.
And yes, he was strong. And blunt. And sometimes hard to read.
But every version of him—was completely, hopelessly, softly in love with you.
heads up: family issues, reader is insulted (not by San)
San never raises his voice at you
He'd rather lose his voice altogether than screaming at you. He'd rather lose the argument itself and, damn, that's a lot coming from him. It doesn't matter if he is obviously right, if the world has been trying his patience lately or if it's hurting his pride.
He will never raise his voice at you.
You have told him how your family treated you before. You didn't seem bitter about that, you barely seemed to notice the effects it had on you. But he's seen your family.
He has heard the way they scream at the minor inconvenience and how they always take it all on you. How they constantly seem to call you names just because they can. Stupid, slow, ugly, slut, undeserving. And they'd always laugh it off.
You hadn't noticed this isn't normal yet. You loved your family and they claimed to love you too. Maybe this is just how people work? Maybe they just struggle a little bit with affection, maybe they are just playing around, maybe you're the one who's too sensitive.
But San has seen it. The way you look up so you don't cry. The way you flinch when someone gets too close too fast. The way you don't give yourself the credit you deserved just because their words made roots in your being.
Well, he decided that he was not going to be like that. You chose him out of all people to be with you. You chose him to be with you for the rest of your life. He wanted to be your family from now on, and for that he would not be like your family until now.
He never screamed at you. He was never rough. It didn't matter how angry or how impatient he was. Never, in all those years you've known him, had San offended or actually hurt you. Nothing but compliments, praise and kindness left his lips when he was around you.
That's because if no one taught you what love really is supposed to be like, he had no problem showing you the truth.
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Hongjoong isn’t someone who falls asleep easily, especially when his mind is full of ideas, lyrics, or unfinished projects. But last night, exhaustion finally caught up with him. He had been lying with his head on your chest, talking about music, upcoming schedules, and the little things that had been occupying his mind. Your fingers lazily ran through his hair, massaging his scalp and gently scratching at the nape of his neck. He sighed contentedly, eyelids growing heavy as the sensation lulled him into a rare moment of complete relaxation.
When he stirs awake in the morning, his first instinct is to panic he never falls asleep like this. His eyes flutter open, still drowsy, and he finds himself curled up against you, cheek pressed to your chest, your warmth surrounding him. His arms are lazily wrapped around your waist, fingers twitching slightly as he adjusts to the reality of his position.
For a moment, he doesn’t move, just listening to your steady heartbeat beneath his ear. A soft smile tugs at his lips as he closes his eyes again, deciding that, just this once, he doesn’t need to rush out of bed.
Seonghwa
Seonghwa had been mumbling sleepily about his day, his voice growing softer with each word as your fingers combed through his silky hair. He sighed every now and then, melting into your touch while you continued to scratch at his scalp, his long eyelashes fluttering against your skin. Before you knew it, his words had faded into quiet breathing, his body fully relaxed as he slipped into slumber.
Now, in the early morning light, Seonghwa stirs slightly, nuzzling closer to your chest as he wakes. He’s warm, his body curled into yours like he belongs there because he does. He peeks up at you sleepily, blinking the sleep from his eyes before a slow, lazy smile spreads across his lips.
“Did I fall asleep on you?” he asks, his voice thick with drowsiness.
You hum in response, your fingers resuming their gentle motions through his hair. He closes his eyes again, sighing happily.
“Wake me up in ten more minutes,” he murmurs, though he knows you won’t. And neither of you mind.
Yunho
Yunho had been in the middle of telling you a funny story, his deep laughter vibrating against your chest as your fingers played with his soft hair. He had started to slow down mid-sentence, his voice trailing off as your nails traced gentle circles against his scalp.
Now, as he wakes up, he’s a little confused. He blinks a few times, his cheek still pressed to your chest, arms loosely draped around you. The realization dawns on him, and a grin stretches across his face as he tilts his head up to look at you.
“Did I seriously knock out on you?” he asks, his voice still raspy from sleep.
You nod, suppressing a laugh as he groans dramatically. “You put me under some kind of spell,” he teases, stretching slightly but making no effort to move away from you. Instead, he tightens his hold on your waist, burying his face against you again.
“Mmm, nope. I think I like it here too much,” he murmurs, clearly content to stay in your arms a little while longer.
Yeosang
Yeosang isn’t someone who lets his guard down easily, but something about your touch had completely unraveled him last night. The way your fingers gently scratched through his hair, soothing every ounce of tension in his body, had made his eyelids impossibly heavy. He had fought to keep them open, trying to keep the conversation going, but eventually, he had succumbed to the comfort.
Now, in the soft morning light, Yeosang stirs slightly, but instead of immediately pulling away, he stays still, taking in the warmth of your body beneath him. His arms are wrapped loosely around you, his body relaxed in a way that’s rare for him.
When he finally shifts to look up at you, his lips part slightly as if he’s about to speak, but then he stops. Instead, a small, content smile forms on his lips, and he simply nestles closer, letting his eyes drift shut again.
“Let’s stay like this a little longer,” he murmurs, voice still thick with sleep. And you’re more than happy to oblige.
San
San had been whispering sweet nothings to you the night before, his voice laced with affection as your hands worked their magic through his soft locks. He had sighed happily, his body molding into yours as you gently massaged his scalp, his words growing slower and softer until they faded altogether.
Now, as he wakes up, he doesn’t move immediately. Instead, he shifts just enough to wrap himself around you more, pressing his cheek against your chest and inhaling deeply. His arms are snug around your waist, fingers lazily tracing patterns against your skin.
When he finally peeks up at you, his expression is one of pure bliss. “Good morning,” he murmurs, voice husky. He grins, pressing a lazy kiss to your collarbone before burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“Can we stay like this forever?” he mumbles, his voice laced with sleep. And in that moment, it certainly feels like forever wouldn’t be long enough.
Mingi
Mingi had been rambling about something random before he fell asleep, his voice getting softer and softer as your hands worked through his hair. He had let out little hums of approval, shifting closer to you with each stroke of your fingers, until he finally dozed off completely.
When he wakes up, his first instinct is confusion. His cheek is pressed against something warm and steady, and his body feels completely at ease. It takes a moment before he realizes he’s lying on top of you, his arms wrapped securely around you.
Instead of pulling away, he lets out a content sigh, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “This is dangerous,” he mumbles against your skin. “Now I’m never gonna want to get up.”
You laugh softly, resuming your gentle strokes through his hair, and he practically melts all over again.
Wooyoung
Wooyoung had been mumbling about his day, his words slurring together as your fingers danced through his dark locks. He had fought sleep at first, but eventually, the warmth of your touch had won him over.
Now, as he wakes up, he groans softly, burying his face further into your chest before even opening his eyes. “I know I fell asleep on you,” he mutters, his voice muffled.
You hum in confirmation, and he groans dramatically. “Ugh, this is so embarrassing.” But despite his words, he doesn’t move away. In fact, he shifts even closer, nuzzling into you.
“You have to wake me up like this every day now,” he demands playfully. And honestly, you don’t mind one bit.
Jongho
Jongho had been talking in his soft voice, his words fading into quiet hums as your fingers played through his hair. He had tried to resist sleep, but the way you gently scratched at his scalp had made it impossible to fight.
Now, as he wakes up, he stays still for a moment, listening to your heartbeat beneath his ear. He sighs, adjusting his position slightly before tilting his head up to look at you.
“You’re too good at that,” he murmurs sleepily. “I never fall asleep like that.”
You smile, running your fingers through his hair again, and he lets out another content sigh.
“Guess I’m staying here a little longer,” he says, voice still drowsy. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
ATEEZ & Their Significant Other Who Struggles to Express Emotions
Hongjoong – The Leader Who Notices Everything
Hongjoong has always been someone who appreciates unspoken love. He’s perceptive and sensitive, so he quickly catches on to the way his significant other struggles with words. At first, he worries does this mean they don’t feel as deeply as he does? But then he notices the way they always make sure his workspace is tidy when he’s too overwhelmed to clean, how they leave his favorite snacks on his desk when he’s working late, how they sit beside him in silence when he’s exhausted. He realizes that love doesn’t have to be loud.
One day, after an especially hard week, Hongjoong finds a small note on his desk. It’s short just a simple, “I’m proud of you. You’re doing so well.” But it makes his heart squeeze in his chest , and for a moment, he just stares at the note, running his fingers over the ink as if to make sure it’s real. His significant other has never been good at saying how they feel, but this… this means everything.
When he turns around, they’re standing in the doorway, shifting nervously. He can see it took a lot for them to write that, to leave it for him. He doesn’t say anything at first he just crosses the room and pulls them into his arms, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of their head.
“Thank you,” he murmurs against their hair, voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”
They don’t answer, just wrap their arms around him a little tighter. But they don’t have to say anything Hongjoong already knows.
Seonghwa – The Gentle Protector
Seonghwa is patient. He doesn’t rush his significant other to say things they’re not comfortable with. Instead, he learns their language the way they press extra slices of fruit into his hands when he’s busy, the way they straighten the collar of his shirt before he leaves, the way they rest their head on his shoulder when words fail them.
One night, after a particularly stressful day, Seonghwa finds himself exhausted, drained from everything. His significant other doesn’t ask what’s wrong. They don’t push him to talk. Instead, they simply take his hand and lead him to the couch, gently tugging him down until his head is resting in their lap.
Their fingers card through his hair in slow, soothing strokes, and he feels himself relax under their touch. It’s such a simple gesture, but it speaks volumes.
“You always take care of me,” he murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. “Let me take care of you too.”
For a while, there’s only silence. But then, softly, almost hesitantly, they whisper, “I like taking care of you.”
It’s rare for them to say things like this, and Seonghwa treasures every word. He turns his head just enough to press a kiss against their wrist, heart swelling with warmth. “And I like you,” he says, voice full of affection.
They don’t say anything more, but the way their fingers tighten ever so slightly in his hair is all the answer he needs.
Yunho – The Sunshine Who Loves Freely
Yunho is naturally expressive. He’s affectionate, always ready with a hug or a bright smile, so at first, he worries about the way his significant other holds back. He wonders if they feel uncomfortable, if they need space. But then he starts noticing the little things how they always save the last bite of their favorite snack for him, how they lean into him just the slightest bit when they think he won’t notice, how their fingers brush against his hand before quickly pulling away, as if they’re testing the waters.
So he waits. He never forces them to say things they’re not ready to say. Instead, he keeps loving them in the way he knows how openly, freely, without expectation.
And then one day, when he’s rambling about his day with his usual enthusiasm, he feels their hand slip into his. Their fingers are hesitant, unsure, but they don’t pull away. Yunho stops mid-sentence, blinking down at their joined hands before looking up at them.
Their gaze is fixed on the floor, their face slightly pink, but their grip tightens just a little. “I like listening to you talk,” they mumble, barely audible.
For a moment, Yunho just stares. And then he beams, squeezing their hand gently. “Then I’ll talk forever if it means you’ll stay with me.”
They huff, rolling their eyes, but there’s a tiny smile on their lips. And to Yunho, that’s more than enough.
Yeosang – The Quiet Observer
Yeosang understands silence better than anyone. He’s not one for big, dramatic declarations himself, so when his significant other struggles with words, he doesn’t mind. He notices the way they show love instead the way they straighten his gaming chair so it’s always comfortable for him, the way they put an extra blanket on his side of the bed when it’s cold, the way they always look at him like he’s the most precious thing in the world, even if they never say it aloud.
But one night, as they’re sitting side by side, their pinkies just barely touching, they suddenly whisper, “You make me feel safe.”
Yeosang turns to them, startled. It’s rare for them to say something like this, to put their feelings into words so directly.
His throat feels tight, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm them, so he simply laces their fingers together, squeezing gently. “You’re safe with me,” he promises, his voice soft but firm.
They don’t respond, but the way they lean into him just a little more tells him everything he needs to know.
San – The Passionate Lover
San is intense when it comes to love. He feels things deeply, expresses them freely, so at first, he doesn’t understand why his significant other holds back. He craves reassurance, affection, words of affirmation, and sometimes, their silence makes him doubt.
But then he starts noticing the little ways they show their love how they always make sure he has a bottle of water before he leaves for practice, how they send him pictures of things that remind them of him, how they instinctively reach for him in their sleep, as if seeking comfort even in unconsciousness.
One evening, as they’re sitting on the balcony, watching the city lights, San sighs. “Sometimes I wish you’d tell me how you feel.” His voice is quiet, unsure.
His significant other doesn’t respond right away. Then, slowly, they reach for his hand, intertwining their fingers. “I don’t know how to say things,” they admit, voice barely above a whisper. “But I feel them. I hope you know that.”
San swallows hard, his grip tightening around theirs. “I do,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to their knuckles. “I really do.”
Mingi – The Gentle Giant
Mingi has a soft heart, and he’s more sensitive than people realize. He craves warmth, reassurance, but he knows his significant other struggles with expressing emotions. So he never pushes. Instead, he watches for the small things the way they always let him rest his head on their lap when he’s tired, the way they text him reminders to eat, the way they laugh just a little louder when he’s the one making jokes.
One night, as they’re cuddled up together, Mingi whispers, “I love you.”
There’s a beat of silence. Then, very quietly, they whisper back, “I love you too.”
Mingi freezes. They’ve never said it before. His heart stutters, his throat goes dry, and then suddenly, he’s pulling them into the tightest hug, burying his face in their shoulder.
“You don’t have to say it often,” he mumbles, voice thick. “But when you do, it means everything.”
They don’t answer, just hold him tighter.
Wooyoung – The Affectionate Tease
Wooyoung thrives on affection. He loves touch, loves words, loves anything that makes a relationship feel alive. But he also understands that love looks different for everyone.
So when his significant other struggles to say how they feel, he doesn’t pout (too much). Instead, he watches for the signs the way they always save the best pieces of food for him, the way they sit a little closer than necessary, the way their eyes soften when they look at him.
And then one day, out of nowhere, they whisper, “I missed you today.”
Wooyoung nearly chokes. “Say it again.”
They groan, shoving him playfully, but their ears are red. Wooyoung grins, heart swelling. He’ll treasure this moment forever.
Jongho – The Steady Rock
Jongho is calm and grounded, but he also has a soft spot for sincerity. He isn’t the type to ask for grand romantic gestures, but he values honesty and openness. So at first, when his significant other keeps their feelings tucked away, he finds himself feeling unsure. But over time, he begins to understandlove, for them, is shown in the quiet consistency of care.
They don’t say much, but they always walk beside him in silence when he’s had a long day. They always bring him tea when his throat is sore from practice. They wrap his scarf just a little tighter on colder mornings.
Jongho starts to realize that their silence is full of love it just speaks a different language.
Then one day, as they’re sitting on the couch watching a movie, Jongho feels a hand slip into his. Not just resting holding. Firmly. With intention. When he glances over, they don’t look at him. But their voice, quiet and unsure, floats in the air:
“I don’t always know how to say it… but I think about you all the time.”
Jongho’s heart stutters. He’s quiet for a moment, and then he lifts their hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.
“I know,” he says. “I feel it, even when you don’t say it.”
He doesn’t need flowery words. That one sentence those few brave, vulnerable words mean more than anything else ever could
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