nct 127; saying i love you
Taeil: Itâs in the silence. The thin atmosphere surrounding your bodies as you exist in the same space and time. The words themselves donât come naturally to him; they feel too vague, too weak compared to the vice grip of love wrapped around his heart, at home in his chest. But still it is so, so obvious. His smile is brighter, his eyes sparkle and shine at the mere thought of you. The words may rarely make it to his lips, but you can see them constantly in his eyes. Take notice, my love-itâs there for you.Â
Johnny: Infatuation for Johnny is natural. Lust and flirting are second-nature and he weaves his way into your heart so easily with his quick smile and wit. Slowly as time passes he finds himself in unfamiliar territory. Suddenly the world has taken on a rose-coloured hue and he can hardly breathe for the love weighing down in his chest. Suddenly everything he does, everything he says, has taken on new meaning. Everything is a new chance to impress youâwith his skills, with his humour, with his intelligence. He quietensâcontemplative, serious. What is this witchcraft? But of course itâs love. He finally gives in, whispering the words into your hair, and the pressure to perform his love eases. He can simply be once moreâin a new world.Â
Taeyong: He watches you keenlyâeyes open wide and searching your own for the love he wants to receive. The love he wants to share. His âi love youâs swim in his head in a hazy blur of words and feelingsâclouding his mind and diverting his attention on a daily basis. He sits silently in contemplation and worry, hoping and praying you will break the stand-off and tell him what he wants to hear. Relieve his fears, his nervous worries, and take his soft hands in your own. Wrap him up in a blanket of your loveâspeak the honeyed words into his ear. He will crumble under your touch, the dam finally breaking and releasing all the emotion that has built up behind his defenses in a rush. I love you, I love you, I love youâŠ
Yuta: Let him wrap himself in youâheart to heart, soul to soul. Yuta wants no space between you that is not filled with the intensity of his love. Words seem too small, too insignificant and it frustrates him. Oh how he wishes he could crawl inside your heart and plant his love inside you like a garden. To see it bloom and grow in your chest and burst forth in a storm of petals. He wants to paint his name and his love over your whole lifeâto exist always in the same sentence as you. âOnly look at meâ, he saysâbut how could you possibly look at anyone else when he is everything for you?Â
Doyoung: Says âI love youâ in the way that he takes care of you. Every question has a subtle nuance behind it, every reminder and nagging comment is so full of his love and devotion. Dig beneath the surface and you will see the words painted all over his efforts towards you. To help you, to take care of you. He wraps you tightly in his concernâa blanket of love flavoured with micromanagement. Let him take care of you; take his advice and offer him your gratitude. The efforts and physical acts of love will transform and grow slowly into verbal affirmations of love, easing off on the nagging concern. But he will never stop taking care of you.
Jaehyun:Â His love is teasing. Itâs the subtext in every joke, in every comment, in every sly compliment he directs your way with a small smile quirking up the corners of his lips. On the surface he is calm and collectedâa statue carved from gleaming marble and gold. But underneath his perfect skin lies a whirlpool of emotions. A whirlpool of love and affection so turbulent and expansive that heâs not sure what to do with it. So he continues his teasing, continues the light touches and the looks cast out of the side of his eye as youâre concentrating. Continues surprising you with small, seemingly uncharacteristic bursts of affection. Continues to enjoy watching you squirm under his gaze until the day comes that he knows the exact words to say to express his feelings. The exact words to say to make you feel his love.
Jungwoo: He loves you and of course you know. How could you not when every word he speaks, every movement he makes is simply dripping with love? Every action soaked in the honeyed taste of his affection. Every touch leaves a trail of sparks lighting up your skin. His love is potent and obvious. Itâs as obvious as the sun loves the moon, as obvious as the ocean loves the shore. All you need to do to earn his âi love youâs is simply exist in his proximity. His love is there for your taking.
Mark: Mark couldnât hide his love if he tried. And he does try. He builds a cage around the wordsâa cage of nervous laughter and flapping hands. Maybe itâs too much, maybe itâs too soon. He hides his âi love youâs away for as long as possible, but they are stronger than his fortitude and his face betrays his feeling. Before he can catch them, theyâve slipped unbidden from his lips and into your waiting ears. âI love youâ. Sweet and refreshing, like a cool treat on a hot day. You respond in kind and Mark wonders why he ever tried so hard in the first place when just giving in to the emotion feels so much nicer.Â
Haechan: His love is needy and grasping. It exists in the spaces between. The spaces between teasing and laughter, the spaces between sleep and waking. The spaces where he holds onto you tightly, pouring his love into you with his words and his handsâalways seeking and searching for your response and your affection. Needing it like the forest needs rain. Craving it like a soul craves purpose. Give in to his demands, match his affection with your own, and he will wrap himself around your finger willingly.
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