in harry june’s short life of 21 years, he’s learned quite a lot of things.
he knows how to dance hip-hop, locking, popping, some krumping, some commercial, and some afro-fusion. he knows how to speak two languages. he knows how to sing, rap, choreograph, and make a really good shin ramyun.
harry june thinks he’s smart, and he is. but in those 21 years of life, the moment he’s felt the dumbest so far is when he realized he was in love with you.
it happened too fast. harry tells himself that if he hadn’t been so busy preparing for boys II planet, he might have realized it sooner. and then he would have nipped it in the bud. obviously. logically.
we tell ourselves funny things sometimes.
harry calls you his “birdie.” he never explains to you why, but it’s scribbled in every corner of his journal and in at least five different places on his notes app. the nickname started as a whisper in the back of his mind on the very first day you met.
maybe you’ve heard of “meet-cutes.” they’re that type of first meeting that could easily inspire a hallmark movie or a john green book; the type that makes you think, “gosh, that should be me.” what you and harry june had was... not this.
you don’t even remember what you were reaching for at the convenience store.
it was late and the air smelled musty. the weather outside? impossible to know. the AC seemed to send air coming straight from the north pole, directly down the back of your neck. absolute hell—except, well, hell would have been warmer, at least.
was it ice cream? were you reaching for ice cream?
your eyes scanned the options behind the glass door of the freezer. you could have sworn that entire aisle was empty, and you were not in a hurry. strawberry. chocolate. vanilla. banana.
blueberry, mango—OUCH!
the bonk of your face into the glass door was probably heard across the entire district. loud. resonating. so, so incredibly painful.
you looked over your shoulder with fire in your eyes and the question of “what the f—” already halfway out of your mouth.
your gaze landed on poor harry june, looking like a deer in the headlights.
cute boy, wide-eyed, flushed red at the tips of his ears. carrying an unreasonably big backpack.
yeah. harry june had turned a little too suddenly when he saw a pack of pokémon-themed cookies, and his backpack bumped into your back, making you kiss the glass.
he was trying really hard not to laugh at the redness of your forehead when he stuttered out an apology, while you were trying really hard not to smile.
that was the moment harry june first thought of it: birdie.
the word came suddenly into his brain. everything else was white noise. it was just like how he gets when he thinks of a new move for a choreography.
birdie. birdie. birdie.
a bird. something cute and fluttery that maybe eats fruit and drops seeds.
you. something cute and fluttery that maybe eats fruit-flavored ice cream and dropped the seed of love right into his heart.
huh.
“that’s how girls end up dead.” that’s what your mom would have said if she had seen you that night, 30 minutes later, chatting with the guy from the convenience store. eh, you thought. at least i’ll go while looking at something pretty.
harry june was pretty. and clumsy. his pokémon cookies littered the route you two walked to a nearby park like a korean retelling of hansel and gretel. he also tripped on the sidewalk, but that part is a secret. he made you promise not to laugh.
the first time harry june ever called you “birdie” was when you two parted ways that night, his phone threatening to slip from his fingers when he called out, “bye, bye, birdie!”
back at the dorms, he sat on his bed for way too long, staring at your phone number on his contact list.
the other members realized it right away. what’s her name? when did you meet? how do you even have time to date? you know the manager is gonna kill you, right?
harry june had scoffed. waved them off. turned on his side and went to sleep.
dumb.
from there on out, a lot of things changed. his hair color. the seasons. the worries that plague his mind. but never you. no, never you. you remain in his mind, untouched by time. holy. carved out of fond memories and grocery-store ice cream; his birdie, the one he has to talk to before making another stupid decision.
“the company said we should go,” he mutters, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his hoodie. the wooden bench creaks when he crosses his ankles. “heechan-hyung and me. it’s a good chance to promote the group.”
“do you want to go?”
harry june wrinkles his nose up like he doesn’t understand the question.
“i should.”
if you knew harry june any less, you’d repeat your question. dig a finger into his side until he squirmed away from you like he always does, and maybe then he’d speak up. instead, you nod.
“you’ll do good, then,” you conclude.
harry june straightens out his bangs, trying to ignore the hand squeezing around his heart.
“you’ll do good.” why do you trust me so much?
he smiles anyway, toothy and unwilling. says: “mhm. i’ll work hard.”
you never realize you’re smiling back at him.
a beat of silence passes. it’s the end of the day, not yet night. your little bubble might just be a parallel dimension hidden in the middle of seoul. why there are almost no cars and nobody jogging, you don’t know—but you do appreciate that the universe has given you some privacy.
“but you won’t work too hard,” you blink up at him. “right?”
harry june only answers in a half-hearted hum. could have been a yes or a no. he doesn’t know for sure himself. whatever you asked went over his head like the wind is doing now.
he’s much more focused on your face.
“you can’t put too much effort into it. you’re already talented. if you actually try, the other trainees won’t stand a chance,” you grin mischievously. the grin falters. “seriously, though, you can’t overdo it. you have to eat well. sleep well. take care of yourself, you know.”
eyes. nose. beauty mark. mouth. mouth that is speaking. mouth that is speaking to me. god.
“what’s this?” harry june muses with a boyish quirk of his eyebrows. “since when do you care about me?”
you let out a puff of air. he feels it on his nose.
“since when? that’s what i get for befriending the weirdo that bumped into me five months ago at a dank 7-eleven—?”
“alright, alright,” harry june giggles, interrupting your playful disbelief. “i guess i knew you care. at least a little.”
his hands, big and much too warm, have found your own at some point. he doesn’t notice. you do.
it happened when a flock of pigeons nearby took flight and you flinched. he hasn’t let go yet, and god knows he doesn’t want to.
you’re his sun. or his moon. or—it doesn’t matter. if harry june was a little more interested in physics he’d know which one has a stronger gravitational pull to the earth (it’s the sun). but it truly, truly does not matter. the only thing that matters is the way he’s been falling closer, millimeter by millimeter. leaning into your orbit. close enough to make butterflies erupt in your stomach, but not close enough.
suddenly, you feel brave.
“it’s not just a little either. it’s a lot-tle. it’s—” you swallow. “i love you. don’t act so surprised.”
well.
to his credit, harry june doesn’t act surprised.
he acts relieved. you’ve just said the three words he’s wanted to hear from your mouth since the day he almost gave you a concussion.
relief tastes a lot like mint when he kisses you.
his hands are shaking—or is it yours? is it both? the tremble traveling up your arms is forgotten the minute his lips move over yours. tentative. soft. deceptively hungry.
with your bottom lip slotted between his own, harry june prays that his breath smells fine. every little inhale fans over your skin because he’s not holding his breath right now. no, he had been holding his breath before. for five months.
your brain is misty when you break the kiss. it could have lasted either five seconds or five minutes. what does it matter? time is not nearly as solid a concept as the way you feel about harry june.
he blinks his eyes open slowly and opens his mouth to say something. probably a joke. i guess you’re not a bird, since you... don’t... have a beak.
dumb.
that little seed you planted inside his chest unfurls. something warm and strong wraps around his ribs, his sternum, grows around his heart. what comes out is:
it was a chance taken as soon as it presented itself to you. you had been hanging out with your boyfriend, junseo, sitting in the shared living room of the dorm. his members had asked the both of you if you'd wanted to come with when they were going out to get some ice cream to try to survive the summer heat, but you had declined, happy to get some time alone together, even if just for a bit.
although, junseo wasn't aware of your ulterior motives for declining going out. he'd thought that it was because you felt it would be awkward, and that he could understand. he wasn't opposed to spending some more time with you, snuggled up on the couch as much as you could without getting too warm and sweaty in the heat.
which was exactly what ended up happening anyway. it hadn't taken long after the members were out of the door before you'd cupped his jaw, pulling it to you to have your boyfriend look at you, just before leaning in to kiss him deeply. a little surprised, since it came out of the blue, but not against it, junseo kissed you back, his big hands finding their place on your back, pulling you closer out of habit. you took the time to swing your leg over his, straddling his lap, one hand slipping into his hair and one on the base of his neck.
you fell into a rhythm you were familiar with, and it was as if he was going on autopilot, forgetting all about where he was and how uncomfortable his body was in the heat. you started kissing down his neck and push his t-shit off him, slowly at first to give him time to tell you off if he didn't want to go further. but he said nothing, just helped get your own shirt off too. it was only when his sweaty skin met the fabric of the couch that he was brought out of his daze.
"sweetheart, the others can come back any time..." his concern was sweet and you couldn't help placing a kiss on his cheek before moving to speak against his ear, saying; "guess we'll just have to be quick then."
in a flash, his shorts were lowered just enough and the loose shorts you'd been wearing were pushed to the side, hurriedly getting ready to sink down on junseo's hard cock. when you did, you had to still and breathe deeply for a bit. with no prep, the stretch was more intense than it usually was and you had to let your body accommodate his size before you could move again, making sure your body was more relaxed before doing so.
when you started moving, it didn't take long before it evolved into a full bounce on his lap, his dick filling you up in just the way you'd needed, and his hands on your ass, to help you move yourself up and down. as promised, riding him on the couch wasn't going to last long, junseo repositioned his hand so that his other could slide between your legs, helping your climax come quicker.
junseo's hips meeting yours in some harsh upwards thrusts and his fingers moving quickly against your bundle of nerves, it didn't take long for you to shudder and twitch and bite into his shoulder as to not release your moans at full force, considering you didn't know how many people were around you and how much they could hear. in your climax you could hear your boyfriend grunt as he pulled your hips flush with his, hips still kicking up to fuck deeper into you as he also came.
you both thought you were on the safe side, not having taken too long, but you soon heard the click of the door being unlocked. you scrambled to jump off him, muffling a whimper as he slid out, and get your clothes on right again (thankfully your shirts hadn't been thrown too far).
you got some glances and some stares from the others, but with the way they were teasing, they just thought you'd taken the chance to make out on the couch while they were away. you told them that you were going to take a shower, glancing at junseo. you could tell he was also understanding that it would be good for you to get cleaned before his cum started to drip out of you enough that your underwear and shorts were unable to hold it back.
"i'll go with. to save on water and all." they all shouted after him, calling him gross, as they threw themselves onto the couch they were unaware had just been used for nefarious purposes.
Advisory : this content is 18+ and nsfw . Please continue with warning .
This is just my opinion please let me know if you have a different opinion about any of the members .
Changmin / E-chan :on your pussy
Not even in a sexual way just little pecks on it while you guys are cuddling after sex he just likes to lay on your lap and leave little kisses on it .
He would just be laying between you legs after cleaning you up and leaving tiny kisses on it holding you close and saying sweet things to you while he is waiting for you to come back to the world after a particularly rough session .
Dongil / D1 :lips
He loves kissing your lips he loves feeling close and romantic. He likes the feeling very close to you after sex specially if you guys had a scene so kissing your lips non sexually and just dropping little pecks will help him with his after care , he is super sweet and loving after sex so soft kisses and lots of praises is definitely something he would do .
He is a little romantic and so loves to show off his love as much as possible and a simple kiss is always the perfect kiss for him . He definitely does go between rough and romantic sex a lot and so the best way for him to always show off his love to his partner regardless of how rough they were is just a simple kiss on the lips .
Gwanghyun / Gk: on your temple
He loves loves his partner so he loves giving you everything that shows you how much you mean to him . He loves to show off his love and being intimate with the his partner. And he is definitely even more loving and emotional when it comes to after sex so something sweet and special like a forehead kiss is definitely needed.
Heechan: neck
Biggest lover boy and I think he would love neck kisses a lot , he is the type to love to drop little kisses on his partner’s neck and feel them get a lot more excited. But also the biggest brat you will ever meet in bed so he definitely will enjoy teasing you and trying to turn you on a lot by give my you a lot and a lot of neck kisses .
Lune : you face specially nose and cheeks
you face specially nose and cheeks he is a sap and he loves giving you attention and affection. Specially after sex he just wants you two spend hours cuddling and feeling comfortable together .
Junseo - belly (specially lower belly )
In my head canon of him he has the biggest breeding kink known to mankind and as a result almost every time he finishes he likes to think he have impregnated his partner so he definitely loves kissing his partner’s belly after .
And the moment he is sure you are pregnant he is going to spend hours and hours by your belly and drop a lot of small kisses with lots of love and care and hug your belly .
He would also give you so many forehead kisses in between and say “a kiss for my love and kiss for my baby “ :
Yuku - shoulder
He would love to hold his partner close and just leave tiny kisses on their shoulder , something sweet and cute nothing too rough . Always following with sweet words and cute little expressions.
Overall I see yuku as being a little more freaky in bed so for after care he does enjoy something soft and loving , nothing too harsh or anything that will turn you on again so little gestures like shoulder kisses are definitely something he enjoys as a form of after care .
Harry June - between your tits
He is a horny horny boy no matter how long you guys go for he will still be leaving kisses between your tits , moving down and just kissing you everywhere until you are wet enough and juts gets between your legs to eat you out and start all over again .
He is a boob guy so for him to stay away for too long is almost impossible, he has to be touching or marking or fucking your tits at any given time . He overall loves the feeling of playing with his partner’s tits regardless of gender . He is also a little shit(very very lovingly) and enjoys seeing how much of an effect he can have on his partner so he definitely will be enjoying the effect he has on you .
What do you think ? Like what do you think is his ideal dates night and what would he plan for a soft day in .
an: omg i finally wrote something for dkb! thank you sm for requesting it helps me to actually start writing. hopefully I can expand this further in the future but if I put that pressure on myself I'll get in a rut lol. I hope you enjoy <3
e-chan x reader
E-chan/Changmin soft hours at home
☆ a home date would changmin would feel so domestic and soft
☆ I can imagine yous would attempt to make home cooked pizza but it would somehow turn into a competition
☆ with playful sabotaging and slagging (with love of course)
☆ he would agree that you won only because "you took most of the pepperoni"
☆ you decide to have a movie marathon, watching a new release followed by your pick then his.
☆ would take turns in being each other's body pillows.
☆ after eating you stand up, stretch and make your way towards the bathroom announcing that your going to take a shower
☆ to which he immediately follows you because "no, we're taking a shower"
☆ it wouldn't even be sexual just very intimate and comforting as you help each other wash
☆ it just creates a safe and trusting environment yk? as if all yours worries evaporate away with the steam
☆ he insists on applying your skincare for you
☆ in the end you're laying in bed together chatting about small things as he plays with your hair
☆ he would say "don't fall asleep on me yet" but you're already drifting off to the sound of his heartbeat
☆ it's not long before he notices you are asleep chuckling to himself, he kisses your temple, turning off the fairylights that surround polaroids of each other
wrote this bc i have been craving for some junseo softness and i think that it's a crime that there isn't more of it. also because i have that one moment of sleepy junseo with no shirt on seared into my brain, so that was the inspiration ig (also pls this is so self-indulgent)
i'd obviously recommend listening to Slush by DKB while reading this, as it is its namesake :3
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gender neutral reader
Junseo knew it would have to be a day of hell for you. Not only did you have your job that you, of course, had to do, and do well, but you were also in the middle of moving out of your apartment and into a new place. He had tried to come over more to help you pack, and you were grateful for the times that he had helped you, but he had his own schedule that was tightly packed and unfortunately didn’t have the most time to help out, much to his dismay.
One day he had managed to carve out a whole evening for you. Giddy, he picked up the flowers and the takeout he had planned to bring with him, knowing that you didn’t leave yourself much time to eat and your meals had mostly been cups of ramen. He smiled down at the plastic bag hanging from where he held onto the handles; he could smell the amazing food as he walked to the apartment that was still yours for a few days. He was wearing his black bucket hat and a facemask, as DKB was finally garnering some attention after Peak Time was aired and he had experienced more frequent times of being stopped on the street for an autograph or a selca, and as much as he loved his fans’ support, that day he just wanted to go straight to his love to help out with something as mundane as packing things in boxes and eating good food out of containers.
When he got there, he knocked, as he usually did, but as you sometimes did, the knocks were ignored. He chuckled to himself, thinking that you were probably just zooming around with headphones on and couldn’t hear him; it wouldn’t have been the first time that would happen, so he did what he had permission to do; he went to your mailbox and searched for the little nook in it where you hid your keys. You had a bad habit of forgetting your housekeys either at Junseo’s dorm or in your personal desk at work, so you decided that it would be good to have a backup plan for when that would happen, which you had told Junseo to take advantage of whenever he wanted to, since you trusted him with your home, even if you weren’t there with him.
He snatched the keys from where you’d hung them inside the mailbox and unlocked your front door, opening it casually like he would usually, thinking you’d hear that and come running to the front door to see him. But not this time; this time the apartment was silent. Junseo’s brows furrowed, worry invading his thoughts. You should’ve been off of work by then and you had said you were way too busy packing to go out with your friends at the time being, so why was your home so quiet that he was feeling as if he was doing something disruptive just by rustling a plastic bag? He toed off his shoes quickly and moved in to put the food and flowers in the, mostly empty, kitchen, walking swiftly into the bigger space. He stopped in his tracks and felt a smile creep onto his face as he saw your form lying on your couch. Your hair was wild as if you had literally just thrown yourself onto the cushions, with no regard to your hair possibly falling onto your face, which he wouldn’t be surprised if that was how it went down.
He looked you over; you had your big dress shirt on, something he loved about your style. When you got the job as a middle school teacher, you wanted to portray yourself as more professional but didn’t want to lose your personal style in that, and so your brilliant idea was to bring some of your love for street style/casual wear, with the oversized tees and huge jeans, was to buy oversized dress shirts, something Junseo had quipped at, mentioning that they were probably his size. You also had your tight slacks on, which looked considerably less comfortable than the shirt. Analysing the place, he could see that you had already devoured the cup noodle you were relying on for sustenance, and so was probably not that hungry. He quickly went out to put the food he’d brought into the fridge, always available to heat up later, and fill a big cup you’d sometimes use as a vase with water and a little sugar and put the flowers in there too, to make them at least look just as fresh when you’d wake up.
After making sure that the front door was locked and all the unnecessary lights in the apartment were off, he scooped you up with ease and walked you to your bed, making sure to put you down on your mattress as gently as possible, as to not wake you up from your needed sleep. He undid and slipped off your slacks but kept the dress shirt on you so that you could be comfortable, but also while making a mental note to wear more dress shirts himself, liking the idea of you borrowing them to lounge around in like this. When he had tucked you in, he went out into the kitchen again. He had come over to help you pack, and he still felt too energised to knock out with you, so he ventured into your kitchen again. You had specifically asked him to help you with the kitchen wares, feeling much better about there being an extra person there to help you handle the fragile glass and such, so without making too much noise, he wrapped up your plates and glass and packed them neatly in the box you had set out for it. One thing less for you to worry about when you woke up the morning after.
After getting the kitchen stuff packed it was an hour later and Junseo could feel his day catch up to him, exhaustion settling into his body. Pulling off his shirt but keeping his sweatpants on, he slipped into the bed beside you, softly wrapping his arms around you, humming to himself as he could feel your familiar warmth against him. He had always thought that you were made for him; you fit perfectly into his arms, into his heart and into his life, and he wished that he had more time to spoil you like he wanted to, but instead, he got moments like these, and well, he could never complain about that. He soon fell asleep, always finding it easier to do so when he had you safe and sound in his arms.
You woke up first the next morning as you had been the one to pass out first, feeling warm and content. You opened your eyes slowly so as to not blind yourself from the light coming from the window but found something casting a shadow over you from said light. You knew exactly who it was, even if the logical part of your brain that said that he’s the only one who it could possibly be hadn’t even woken up, you were sure; that was your Junseo lying with you. You could tell especially from the form of his body’s silhouette and from the arms wrapped around you, and then you could smell the lingering of his cologne mixing with his natural Junseo-smell that you adored so much. You nuzzled your face further into his body, taking in the fact that he was there and seizing the opportunity to enjoy every single second of it. You took your chance to place a few kisses on his broad chest, being the place where you could reach while being in his arms, wrapping an arm around him as well, giggling a little when you could feel his arms tighten around you. You had had a few mornings like these in the time of dating him and you knew all the right buttons to press by now to get Junseo to wake up the gentlest (with some help from his group mates who learned the hard way). You let your fingers travel up and down the expanse of his back, your nails dragging lightly, and you began talking to him softly, only stopping to place another kiss on his warm skin.
“Good morning, my love. Thank you for coming over and for caring for me like this. You're really special; I have no idea how I got so lucky as to get to be with you.” You were about to go on, knowing that Junseo loved waking up to the sound of your voice speaking to him, but it seemed as if it had worked a lot quicker than you had anticipated this time; “I’m the lucky one here,” Junseo grumbled, his morning voice hoarse and, not that he’d ever agree that it was; cute. A smile spread on your lips, blinking up at him with all the love you could muster. “Agree to disagree.” You kissed his chest again and felt one of his hands come up to brush your hair out of your face, looking down at you with a sleepy smile. “When did you come over last night? I don’t remember letting you in.” You questioned and he groaned, digging for the memories in his still sleep-hazy mind. “I think it was around 7:30 or 8 pm? You were knocked out on the couch when I got here.” You took in the words said in his raspy voice. “Sorry about that, I don’t know what happened,” you said in a light-hearted tone. He smiled down at you and loosened his arms around you to stretch them and give you some of your space back. “What happened was that those kids you love teaching so dearly are energy vampires,” he whined and leaned down to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. You laughed at his words; “energy vampires?!” He nodded and you could feel him pout against your skin. “Yeah, and when I finally get to have you all to myself, you’re sucked energy-dry!” You laughed even harder and brought your arms up to hug his head even closer to your body. “Oh no, I am so sorry, honey! You know I’m a sucker for those small creatures,” your puns just made him groan even more and suddenly he was escaping from your embrace with you giggling and fighting to keep him hugged to your body. “No, let me go! You're awful for punning me when I've just woken up.” He finally broke free and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. You ended up hugging around his waist, smiling up at him as he looked down at you, your head peeking just around his body.
“You know I’m gonna hold on and be dragged after you if you try to walk away,” you had a certain tone when you told him so, making him think that you were absolutely not bluffing but also knew that he wouldn’t do that to you. What you didn’t know was that he had woken up with an abundance of energy, ready to deal with your silly attitude. With one swift motion, he somehow grabbed a hold under your arms and lifted you up while turning you in the air, placing you over his shoulder, all the while standing up from the bed, making you yelp out in surprise. You knew he was strong and that your weight was really not a big deal to him, but it still surprised you when he just did stuff like that. He walked and spun around with you on his back, mostly to hear your squeals and giggles, only to grab you and throw you onto the bed again, making sure not to throw you far enough so that your head would hit the headboard, throwing himself on top of you, snaking an arm around your body again, to hold you close, while using the other arm to hold himself up. As your giggles died down, the two of you just looked at one another, smiles growing softly on both sets of lips. Junseo leaned down slowly and tenderly placed his soft lips on yours, kissing you properly for the first time since he’d seen you this time. The kiss was delicate and infused with love and went on until the both of you were lightheaded, and by the time you’d separated, there were ten fingers in some hair, four cheeks red with heat and two foreheads touching each other.
The first one to utter any words was Junseo; “let’s just melt into the sheets together for a little bit more.” And you had no objections whatsoever.
A/N: i know that some details or behaviours of the reader were probably oddly specific but as i said before; this was incredibly self-indulgent. when i started writing this i was in the middle of moving out and was so stressed out so this was written with myself in mind a bunch. but i hope whoever reads this enjoys it also! (i am now putting the finishing touches on it in my new apartment on a makeshift bed on the floor so there you go lmao)
