COLDEST GF ON THE PLANET.
PAIRING - martin edwards x fem!reader
cold.
that was the most frequent word that fell from your lips.
“i’m cold.”
“my hands are cold.”
“my feet are cold.”
martin had gotten used to it. he always prepared to hear your sweet little voice ask:
“martin can i have your jacket? please?”
martin could never say no to you, so he always put that huge jacket over your frame. it swallowed you whole, like you were drowning.
at the dorm, when you’d whine about your feet being cold? martin had fluffy socks tucked away everywhere in the dorm. if you were in the living room, it was in the tv stand. the kitchen? in a small cabinet. the bathroom? under the sink, by all your feminine hygiene products. in his room, he made a little space in his drawer for you; which of course had fluffy socks in them.
your hands are cold? oh he’s warming them up HIMSELF immediately. he’d pepper them in kisses, rub them against his warm cheeks, and cover them with his own. if you’re backstage with him, he’d call the stylists for a heat packet.
your whole body is cold? martin is cuddling you till you’re overheating instead. his arms wrapped around you, legs tangled together, and warm kisses down your neck.
martin’s a loving person (a warm one too), so when he took you out on dates at restaurants or cafés, he made sure to never have you sit across from him. you complained about two things: being cold (obviously) & not being close enough.
so from that date on, you two always sat next to each other. thighs touching, shoulders touching, and body heat mingling. sounds perfect to you; as long as you’re warm.
even with the quiet nights, where he was tired from his schedules, he’d climb on the bed & kiss you. so tenderly it almost hurt. martin would be so close to you, it was like he wanted to be in your skin. he quietly slipped your socks towards you as you were about to open your mouth to speak.
“i-”
martin murmured against your lips,
“already got it.”
martin truly loved his always cold girlfriend.
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trying to grow my taglist.. would you guys actually be on it ?
・ PAIRING — bf!cortis x fem!reader ・ GENRE / fluff ・ OUTLINE — how i think cortis would act with an introverted gf ・ WARNINGS — nothing i can think of..but lmk・WORDCOUNT — 414 ・ A/N — martin is my bias and juhoon is my bias wrecker .ᐟ
MARTIN'S the kind of person who always notices when you start to shrink into the background. he’ll subtly step closer, not to draw attention, but to make you feel seen. when others are loud or teasing, his hand will find yours beneath the table, his thumb brushing slow circles against your skin. he loves quiet nights most—when it’s just the two of you, lights low, music humming softly in the background. “you don’t have to say much,” he’ll whisper, resting his head on your shoulder, “i like you quiet.”
JAMES is naturally social, but around you, his energy softens. he’ll talk enough for both of you, but never in a way that overwhelms. if you go silent mid-conversation, he doesn’t rush to fill it—he just smiles, letting it settle. he always makes sure you feel comfortable before anything else. “wanna stay home today?” he’ll ask, holding up takeout bags, a gentle grin on his face. he learns to love the peace of your company—the way being with you feels like breathing out after a long day.
JUHOON understands silence deeply. he’s not much of a talker himself, so your quiet nature feels natural to him. he likes sitting near you while working, his knee brushing yours occasionally. when you do speak, he listens like he’s catching poetry. in crowds, he’s protective—always standing a bit closer, quietly steering you away from noise when you need it. later, in the safety of home, he’ll wrap an arm around you and murmur, “you did good today,” like it’s the most tender thing he could ever say.
SEONGHYEON'S bright, a little chaotic, but he has this gentle awareness about him. he never pushes when you’re quiet—he just adapts. if you’re out with friends and start getting drained, he’s quick to notice. “wanna head out early?” he’ll whisper, already pulling your jacket off the chair. when you’re together, he talks enough for the both of you, but always pauses for your small nods or hums. he finds your stillness grounding; it makes him feel calm in ways he never expected.
KEONHO is thoughtful, observant—the kind of boyfriend who reads your mood before you even speak. when you’re quiet, he doesn’t assume you’re sad. he just knows it’s your way of recharging. he’ll put on a soft playlist, light a candle, and sit beside you, scrolling or sketching, content just to be near. when you do open up, even about the smallest thing, his eyes light up like it’s the best part of his day. “i like when you talk,” he’ll murmur, smiling shyly, “but i like your quiet too.”
A/N — i'm so sorry everyone, writers block has gotten to me .ᐟ
I wondered if i could get a loser jisung fic where he is just like completely whipped
loser!han x popular!reader
it starts with a whisper that turns into noise. you hear it in the hallways, over the slams of lockers and the squeak of sneakers against tile.
“how did she end up with him?”
“he’s sweet, i guess… but she could do so much better.”
you don’t mean to overhear, but it’s hard not to when his name is the one that gets dragged. han jisung— your han. your awkward, hoodie-sleeves-too-long, stammers-when-he’s-nervous han.
you know he laughs it off. you’ve seen the way he pulls that goofy grin over his face like armor and says things like, “yeah, i can’t believe it either!”—but lately the smile’s been thinner. his jokes land a little too quiet.
one afternoon, you find him behind the school, sitting on the cracked cement steps near the field. knees drawn up, headphones half-on, eyes fixed on the ground like he’s trying to disappear into it.
“hey,” you say softly.
he looks up, startled, then forces a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “hey, you.” you sit beside him, brushing your shoulder against his. “you missed lunch.”
“wasn’t hungry.”
“you skipped your favorite day. chicken katsu.”
he shrugs, and the silence that follows feels too loud. you can see the way his hands fidget—twisting his ring, tapping his fingers, restless.
“jisung,” you whisper. “what’s going on?”
he exhales through his nose, shaky. “it’s stupid.”
“try me.”
he laughs once, bitter. “people keep saying it, you know? that you could do better. that i’m just… lucky. like i somehow tricked you into dating me.”
you feel something twist in your chest. “baby-”
“no, i mean… they’re not wrong.” his voice cracks. “you’re—you’re smart and confident and everyone likes you. and i’m just this—this weirdo who can barely look people in the eye without tripping over my words. i’m not-”
you don’t let him finish. your hand finds his, fingers curling tight. “don’t do that. don’t talk about yourself like that.”
he’s trembling when he tries to pull away, but you hold on tighter. “han jisung,” you murmur, leaning closer. “you are kind. you are funny. you make me feel safe. you’re the only person who actually listens when i talk about things no one else cares about. you’re mine, okay? you’re not lucky to have me. we’re lucky to have each other.”
he looks at you then—really looks—and his eyes are glassy, lips pressed together to keep from shaking.
“they don’t see what i see,” you whisper. “they don’t see the boy who walks me home every day, or the one who stays up late helping me study even when he’s falling asleep. they don’t get to talk about you like that.”
the first tear slips before he can stop it. you catch it with your thumb, tracing over his cheek gently.
“i love you,” you say simply.
it’s the way you say it—calm, certain—that breaks him a little more. his hands find your waist, his forehead drops to your shoulder, and you feel him shake with quiet, muffled sobs.
you rub slow circles into his back until he steadies, until his breathing evens out, until the air between you feels soft again.
when he finally looks up, his eyes are red but lighter somehow. “you really mean it?” you smile, brushing his hair back. “every word.”
he sniffles, laughs weakly. “you sure you wanna date the loser of the year?”
you grin. “no. i wanna date my loser.”
he groans into your shoulder. “you’re never letting me live that down, huh?”
“never.”
and when he laughs for real this time—a small, broken, beautiful sound; you think maybe that’s what love is. not perfect, not polished, just messy and real and his.
a/n: i love this trope sm actually.. thank you for reading
・ PAIRING — husband!skz x fem!reader・ GENRE — fluff ・ OUTLINE —my opinions on whether i think skz are boy, girl dads, or both・ WARNINGS — nothing・ WORD COUNT — 1.5k ・ A/N — p1harmony version coming soon .ᐟ
dividers by @aquazero .
CHAN — girl dad
this man was created to be a girl dad. the moment he holds his daughter, he melts into a puddle and never recovers. she looks at him once and he’s like “whatever you want, princess.” he lets her paint his nails, braid his hair, put stickers on his face—everything. he’s the dad who wears a sparkly pink backpack to the grocery store because she asked him to. he teaches her kindness and emotional intelligence like it’s breathing to him. she copies his accent and he nearly cries every time.
LEEKNOW — girl dad
everyone says he’d be a boy dad but no… the universe gives him a tiny girl and it CHANGES him. she’s his little shadow. she sits on his lap while he folds laundry, and he teaches her how to pet cats gently. she’s surprisingly fearless because her dad is calm and confident around her. he’s protective but not smothering—he just always has a hand on her back when walking in public. the cats love her too, so minho acts like she’s the chosen one.
CHANGBIN — both
first kid is definitely a boy—mini changbin energy. loud. chaotic. muscular at age three somehow. they work out together (baby push-ups), flex in the mirror, scream for no reason. changbin is the hype-man father. “YES THAT’S MY BOY!!” but later he ends up wanting a girl too because he keeps imagining bows and tea parties. once he has a daughter he becomes softer than warm bread. she wraps him around her pinky instantly.
HYUNJIN — girl dad
the softest girl dad alive. she sits with him while he paints, and he gives her the tiny brushes and lets her make “masterpieces.” he puts her in little dresses and takes aesthetic photos of her like she’s a tiny princess. he learns how to do her hair—gentle hands, patient, always careful not to pull. she is his muse and he is her safe place. he cries during father-daughter dances.
HAN — boy dad
he gets a son who is just as goofy and dramatic as he is. they watch cartoons together, yell at video games, eat snacks at 2am when you’re asleep. he teaches his son silly songs and they have secret handshakes. chaos follows them everywhere but it’s wholesome chaos. han is the “don’t tell mommy” dad. they get caught every time.
FELIX — girl dad
this man was made to raise soft, sparkly little princess daughters. plural—he wants at least two. but never ever would he force you to have kids. he’s the dad who bakes cookies with them while wearing matching aprons. he holds tea parties with stuffed animals. he braids their hair with beads and glitter. his daughters cling to his legs everywhere he walks. he always calls them “my little stars.” he takes pictures of EVERYTHING.
SEUNGMIN — boy dad
calm, steady, reliable boy-dad energy. he’s the type to sit on the couch reading while his son builds legos next to him. he teaches him how to be patient, kind, observant. his son definitely becomes a mini seungmin—quiet but funny with one dry joke that destroys everyone. they like going on quiet walks together, both eating ice cream with the same expression.
JEONGIN — both
he’s the perfect balance. his first child is a girl—she’s sweet, soft, and obsessed with her dad. he spoils her but in a gentle way. then he gets a son who is just a little too fearless, climbing everything. jeongin panics constantly but he always catches him. he reads bedtime stories in the softest voice, gives piggyback rides, and loves being a dad so much he wants a big family.
・ PAIRING — bf!jjk x fem!reader ・ GENRE / angst / comfort・ OUTLINE — my little scenarios on how i think jjk men would act if someone hit you ・ WARNINGS — physical assault, death threats, blood mention, bone breaking, violence is the main theme here, yelling, crying, please lmk if i missed anything ・WORDCOUNT — 1.1k ・ A/N — HAPPY THANKSGIVING .ᐟ
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GOJO doesn't even proccess it. it happens fast. too fast for the world to realize who they just provoked. the moment someone lays a hand on you—even if it’s just a shove, even if it’s just words that make your eyes drop—the air changes. gojo’s smile disappears like it never existed. the joking tone dies, and suddenly, he’s silent. dangerously silent.
he doesn’t need to do much; his cursed energy hums and the whole space bends under it, glass humming, floor vibrating. he doesn’t touch them—he doesn’t have to. the look in his eyes is enough to make anyone’s soul tremble. “you should apologize,” he says, voice calm, almost playful, but the weight underneath it could crush a city. when he turns back to you, though, the edge melts instantly. his hand finds your face, thumb brushing your cheek, checking you’re okay. “hey. look at me, sweetheart. breathe. you’re okay.” and for the first time, you see the real reason he’s the strongest; not because he can destroy anything, but because he’d destroy everything before letting it touch you again.
SUGURU smiles. that soft, almost tender smile he gets when he’s two seconds away from doing something unforgivable. suguru kneels in front of you, wipes your tears with his thumbs, and says, “tell me everything, love.” he listens without rushing you, brushing hair away from your face, murmuring, “i’m here.” but once he’s got the story? he stands, kisses the top of your head, and leaves. the next day, the person who hurt you suddenly refuses to leave their house, swearing they feel “curses” around them. suguru returns to you smelling like incense, sits beside you, and gently intertwines your fingers. “you’re safe,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours. “i promise.”
SUKUNA isn't having it. and when he's mad? no one survives that. not really. the second someone hurts you—even by accident—the world stops. you can feel it in the air, the way the temperature drops and the ground seems to pulse beneath your feet. he doesn’t yell. he doesn’t even move right away. he just looks at the person, slow and deliberate, like a predator giving its prey a moment to realize they’ve made a mistake.
and then he smiles. that slow, terrible grin. “you touched what’s mine.” it’s not a question. it’s a death sentence. he’ll make sure they regret it in every possible way, but when he turns back to you, his voice is something else entirely; almost soft, low enough that only you can hear. “did they hurt you badly?” his hands: blood-stained, trembling with restraint—touch you like you’re fragile glass. you tell him you’re fine, and he doesn’t believe it, not until he’s seen you breathe, checked your pulse, seen your eyes steady. “they won’t ever touch you again,” he promises. and you know he means it.
TOJI doesn’t say anything. doesn’t give a warning. the moment someone crosses the line, it’s already too late. one blink, and the person’s on the ground, clutching whatever bone he just broke without hesitation. it’s almost scary— not the violence, but the way he looks afterward. blank. calm. like this is just nature, like protecting you is something his body does on instinct.
you say his name softly, and that’s what brings him back. he looks at you, checks your face for bruises, runs a thumb over your jaw. “you okay?” his voice drops, low, hoarse, almost rough with concern. if you say yes, he still doesn’t look away. he’ll mutter something like, “don’t let anyone close like that again.” but later, when it’s quiet, his hand will find yours and squeeze once. “no one gets to touch you,” he’ll say, barely audible. “ever.”
NANAMI doesn’t lose control. not outwardly. but you can feel it— the restrained fury beneath his calm expression. he steps between you and whoever did it, his body shielding yours without thought. his voice stays even, clipped, too polite to be safe. “i suggest you leave,” he says, tone precise as a blade. if they don’t, he doesn’t need to yell; he just moves. one hit, efficient and deliberate, enough to ensure it’s over.
afterward, he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “people like that aren’t worth your energy,” he says, but when he turns to you, there’s something softer there. he takes your hand, rubs his thumb across your knuckles. “you’re safe now. that’s all that matters.” it’s not dramatic, not loud— but it’s grounding. protective in the quietest way possible. he’ll check in again later, not asking if you’re okay, but offering, “do you need me to stay a while?” as if he hadn’t already decided to.
CHOSO freezes for a second—shock, disbelief, rage all tangled in his chest. when someone hurts you, his instincts override everything else. cursed energy radiates off him, thick and suffocating, and his eyes narrow, dark red with fury. “don’t move,” he says to the person who touched you, voice trembling not with fear, but with restraint. he’s shaking from how much he’s holding back.
he moves to you first, though. always to you first. his hands hover, afraid to make it worse if you’re hurt. “are you okay?” he whispers. when you nod, he exhales shakily, relief hitting him so hard his knees almost give. then he looks up—and the softness vanishes. what happens next isn’t pretty. choso doesn’t fight for dominance; he fights for family. and to him, you are family. afterward, his hands are gentle again. wiping blood off your sleeve, whispering, “you shouldn’t have to see that. i’m sorry.”
for YUJI it’s instant. that look of disbelief first—like he can’t understand how someone could even think of hurting you. and then anger. not the kind that consumes, but the kind that burns steady and bright. his body moves before he thinks, grabbing whoever it is and shoving them back, voice shaking. “what the hell is wrong with you?!”
you can see it in his eyes—that same fire he uses when he fights curses, but it’s different now. it’s personal. he’s breathing hard, hands clenched, jaw tight. but the moment he looks at you, everything softens. “did they hurt you?” his voice cracks on the last word. you tell him no, or maybe yes, and he just exhales, pulling you close. “don’t look,” he murmurs, even if there’s nothing to see. he’ll apologize later, say he didn’t mean to scare you. but you can tell; he’d do it all again if it meant no one ever touched you like that twice.
MEGUMI doesn’t yell. doesn’t even move right away. his anger is quieter, sharper, almost deafening. when someone hurts you, he just stares at them for a moment—long enough for them to realize they’ve done something irreversible. his cursed energy shifts, shadows crawling underfoot. he doesn’t need to speak; the shikigami appear before he even gestures. “leave,” he says evenly. if they don’t, they learn why they should have.
after it’s over, the air calms. he sighs, tension still prominent in his shoulders, then looks at you. “you alright?” you nod, and he hesitates before stepping closer. his hand brushes your wrist, tentative. “you shouldn’t have to deal with that,” he mutters. you tell him you’re fine again, but he doesn’t buy it. he never does. later, when he walks you home, his hand stays just a little closer to yours than usual. just in case.
felix wanted to start a family with you, everyone knew that. his members, STAY, family… everyone. tho video of him and chan playing with little kids went viral, millions saw it; including you.
STAY edited clips of him, captioned: felix is such a girl dad! you grinned, laughing at the thought of him being a father.
whenever you two had sex, you’d always be on birth control so that he could go in raw & not worry about anything. you never really thought he had a kink or such.
well that was until now.
felix was pounding into you in missionary while holding your hands above your head. he had this pussydrunk look in his eyes that made him look dazed.
you had come to visit him on tour, with the help of the members. now, you were feeling just how much he missed you; and your pussy.
“so fuckin’ beautiful. missed you s’much angel- that hurt.” felix muttered, releasing a hand from yours to wipe your tears.
“clenching me so t-tight.. y’missed me too, yeah?” his face was so beautiful; dripping with sweet and lovesick eyes. you could whimper in response to his words, “yes lix, oh fuck… you feel so good!”
his thrusts were godly, and you felt your toes curl and your eyes rolled back. “m’gonna cum felix!” you cried out moving against the restrictions of his hands.
felix snaked a hand inbetween your tangled bodies, circling your sensitive, puffed up clit. his fingers squeezed the nub, giving the release you badly needed.
you came around him, creating a white circle of cum on the base of his cock. your chest was heaving and your breasts were flinging up in down at the rhythm of his pistoning hips.
“felix- it’s t’much!” you wiggled your hips, turning your head away from him. he grabbed your chin, facing you back towards him. “so selfish angel. you not even gonna let me cum? fill you up like i’m supposed to?”
“you’re gonna be so full princess. all swollen of my seed then soon enough you’ll be round with my babies. gonna let everyone know your mine, yeah? my members, STAY, my family; fuck- everyone.”
felix rambled, before cumming with a strangled groan. his loads of cum painted your hot, abused walls. it was so much of it; more than usual. “my balls were so fuckin heavy at the thought; missin you like crazy, and then you show up here in some damn lingerie, asking me to fuck you senseless.”
his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours. he breathed,
・ PAIRING — bf!p1h x fem!reader ・ GENRE / fluff ・ OUTLINE — how i think p1harmony would act with an introverted gf ・ WARNINGS — nothing i can think of..but lmk・WORDCOUNT — 619 ・ A/N — this was another request but i acidentally deleted it.. .ᐟ
P1HARMONY MASTERLIST.
KEEHO fought for space in a room—you didn’t have to. you carried this soft presence that drew him in without a word. when he’s talking a mile a minute, filling silence with jokes and tangents, he’ll always glance toward you. you ground him. he’ll squeeze your hand under the table during group hangs, silently checking in. if you start getting overwhelmed, he’s the type to smoothly redirect attention, giving you time to breathe. at home, he melts into your quiet world—movies without commentary, lazy mornings with music humming low, soft smiles exchanged instead of words. keeho loves that you don’t need noise to feel close.
THEO treasures your quiet nature. he’s gentle in everything he does around you—never pushing, never rushing. when you speak, he listens like every word carries weight. he invites you out sometimes, but if you shake your head, he just nods, “then let’s stay in,” and that’s the end of it. he enjoys cooking with you, soft laughter in the kitchen, sharing bites instead of conversation. if someone teases him about his “quiet relationship,” he’ll just smile, saying, “it’s peaceful. i like that.” theo doesn’t need big gestures; he thrives in the warmth of your calm energy.
JIUNG adapts to your quietness naturally. he’s not loud, but he’s warm—the kind of warmth that fills space without suffocating it. he loves taking you on evening walks, no expectations to talk unless you want to. he’ll reach for your hand, brushing his thumb against your knuckles, letting the silence stretch comfortably between you. when you open up, even a little, jiung’s smile softens like he’s witnessing something sacred. he always notices when crowds drain you and finds an excuse to leave early. he never makes you feel small for your quietness—he just learns your rhythm and matches it.
INTAK is energetic, but not inconsiderate. with you, he learns the art of slowing down. at first, he might try to fill silence with chatter, but he quickly realizes he doesn’t have to perform for you. around you, he starts talking less and feeling more—listening to the way you breathe, watching your little smiles, finding peace in shared stillness. when you get nervous around others, he’ll rest a hand on your back, subtle but protective. he becomes your voice sometimes—ordering food, making small talk—without ever making you feel incapable. later, when it’s just you two, he teases gently, “see? i handled the talking. you handle being cute.”
SOUL is quiet too, so the two of you fall into a natural balance—soft-spoken, content to exist side by side. you don’t need constant conversation; a shared glance is enough. he likes sitting near you while you each do your own thing—him sketching or producing beats, you reading or scrolling. every so often he’ll show you his screen, waiting for your small nod of approval. when you’re around others, he stays close, not because you need protecting, but because he feels safe near your calm aura. he rarely says it out loud, but in his own quiet way, he thinks you understand him better than anyone else.
JONGSEOB finds your introverted personailty fascinating. he’s talkative in bursts, but he never overwhelms you. when you’re together, he adjusts—his voice gets softer, his movements slower. he’ll ask thoughtful questions, really wanting to know what’s going on in your head. he loves seeing you open up, even if it’s just a small story or a random opinion. in public, he stays beside you, subtly steering you through busy places. when he notices you zoning out in social settings, he’ll whisper, “wanna leave soon?” later, he’ll thank you for coming along at all, grateful that you try for him even when it’s not your comfort zone.
・ PAIRING — bf!skz x fem!reader ・ GENRE / fluff ・ OUTLINE — how i think straykids would act with an introverted girlfriend ・ WARNINGS — nothing..?・WORDCOUNT — 846・ A/N — cortis version coming soon .ᐟ
STRAYKIDS MASTERLIST.
CHAN falls in love with your quiet presence before anything else. he’s used to noise—music, people, constant motion—so when he’s with you, everything finally slows down. you don’t have to say much; he reads you like lyrics he already knows. when you get overwhelmed in crowds, he’ll step in front of you, subtly shielding you from attention, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your hand. he never forces you to talk in group settings—instead, he’ll glance back every now and then to make sure you’re still comfortable. late at night, you’ll find him lying beside you in silence, soft music playing, his voice low as he whispers, “you don’t have to say a word, baby. i get you.”
MINHO respects your space more than anyone else. he understands the need for quiet, for stillness. when you spend hours reading or doing your own thing, he never interrupts—he’ll just sit beside you with the cats purring between you, both of you lost in your own little worlds. he teases you sometimes, calling you his “quiet storm,” but there’s deep affection behind it. when you’re at gatherings, he keeps an eye on you—not hovering, but protective in the softest way. and when it’s just you two, he’s at his gentlest: brushing stray hairs away, pressing his forehead against yours, whispering, “you don’t have to talk, just stay right here with me.”
CHANGBIN is energy—laughter, excitement, movement—but he never pushes you to match it. if anything, he loves that you balance him out. he’ll talk a lot, and when you simply nod or smile, he feels understood anyway. he gets protective when you’re quiet around others, not because he thinks you can’t speak for yourself, but because he knows you prefer peace. when you get overstimulated, he’s the one who quietly leads you out, hand on your lower back, voice low and reassuring. later, he’ll wrap you in a hug and murmur, “you don’t gotta say anything. i like it when it’s just us.”
HYUNJIN thrives in your silence. as an artist, he finds beauty in the spaces between words, and that’s exactly where you exist—in soft glances, gentle gestures, quiet comfort. he loves when you sit with him while he paints or sketches, sometimes reaching over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear without breaking focus. when he talks, he loves the way you listen—not because you’re quiet, but because your silence feels like care. he’ll take you to calm places—art galleries, hidden parks, late-night drives—because he knows peace means more to you than noise ever could.
HAN is talkative and chaotic, but around you, he softens. he’ll ramble about something for ten minutes, then pause, realizing you’ve just been listening with that tiny smile he loves so much. “you’re really okay just listening to me talk, huh?” he’ll laugh, but there’s awe in his voice. when you speak, he gives you his full attention—leaning in, eyes soft, treating every word like it’s the most important thing in the world. he’s also the type to notice when you’ve had enough socializing; he’ll whisper excuses to the group and sneak you out for snacks and a quiet walk. “just us, yeah?”
FELIX matches your calm like he was made for it. he doesn’t need chatter to feel close to you. quiet mornings with coffee, your head on his shoulder, his hand lazily tracing shapes on your thigh—that’s his paradise. when you get shy around others, he doesn’t tease; instead, he gently keeps you included with small touches or soft glances. “you okay, angel?” he’ll ask under his breath, his deep voice grounding you instantly. when the world gets too loud, felix is the one who holds you close, his warmth and scent enough to remind you that silence can be the safest sound in the world.
SEUNGMIN is calm by nature, so he gets you immediately. he enjoys your quietness because it gives him space to just be. he’ll sit beside you reading, headphones in, no need for conversation—just quiet companionship. but he also likes teasing you when you least expect it, leaning close and whispering, “you’re thinking too loud.” when you get nervous around others, he never calls you out—instead, he quietly takes your hand or changes the topic. seungmin doesn’t need to talk about feelings often, but every once in a while, he’ll look at you with that small, genuine smile and say, “you make silence feel like home.”
JEONGIN loves your introverted side. to him, it feels soft, sincere—like you save the best parts of yourself for him. he’s playful in public, but when you’re quiet, he tones himself down naturally, his teasing gentler, his eyes softer. if he sees you uncomfortable in social settings, he’s quick to offer an out: “wanna go home?”. his voice so quiet it’s just for you. he loves staying in with you, watching movies or baking something new, even if half of it goes wrong. when you thank him for understanding, he’ll grin and shrug, “you don’t have to talk a lot for me to know how you feel.”
