[ extras ] might be suggestive. wc varies 120-180 per member
ੈ✩‧₊˚ notes ! based on this teamies vid bc holy shit.
@lune-net ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ @kstrucknet
┆彡 YUDAI [ 祐大 ]
he's a messy sleeper, throwing his limbs all over the bed… including you
9 out of 10 times there's a leg or arm thrown over you, keeping you close to him
which is comforting, in a way. you're like his personal teddy bear that he can't fall asleep without
he's very hard to wake up so more often than not you end up shaking him like a crystal ball
yudai will always try and persuade you to come back to sleep, lazily wrapping an arm around your waist and just grabbing onto you, even if you're already dressed up
in those moments you caress his hair and see his eye lights fight with sleep. on weekends you join him, caving in and curling back into his sleepy figure
when he has schedules, however, you do have to pull out the big guns (tear off the comforter off of him. he's always grumpy and whiny when you do that but knows it's over for him)
┆彡 FUMA [ 風魔 ]
highkey makes you match pokémon pjs with him 🥹
he's just so big and warm… you always fall asleep (and wake up) wrapped in his arms<3
he's a light sleeper so most of the time he slurs awake every time you let out a noise or shuffle in your sleep.
given that, he always wakes up first. and no matter how many times you tried waking before him… nope. he even wakes up before your alarms
he will have all the time to take a shower, maybe work out a little, and most important: make you breakfast
especially on weekends you can bet your ass that fuma will make you a breakfast in bed<3
he'll just crawl back into the covers and gently wake you up, definitely with light kisses all over your face… and you're blessed that his face is the fist thing you see when you wake up
(and the delicious smell of food on the nightstand)
┆彡 NICHOLAS [ 奕翔 ]
HIS DEEP VOICE HELLO THATS WHAT WE WILL START WITH.
like UGHHHAIWIOWOWQQ okay im normal. but he will mumble lazily into your ear, half awake, and his deep morning voice sending shivers down your spine
he will whine into your ear to not go. one arm around you, the other pressing down on your hip… breath fanning on your cheek. in cold winter you're doomed because it's SO cozy you wish you could just sleep all day with him<3
he sleeps shirtless so also. be prepared to wake up glued to his torso,,,, esp after a warm summer night
he will not put a shirt on like he knows what effect it has on you AND hello. he's being comfy in his own house. it's a win win for him ~
he's SO stubborn like will not wake up until he decides to. otherwise he's not budging one bit
also keeps your arm glued around you at all times. when you try to escape the bed, he'll pull you back… and welp, usually pin you down without realizing
┆彡 EUIJOO [ 의주 ]
euijoo moves a lot in his sleep so most of the time you end up somewhere else you fell asleep at
him too. once or twice he woke up where your feet were which was so funny that he woke you up with his loud laugh
HAS to throw a leg around you or otherwise he will not sleep pacefully
when he wakes up, he likes to trace your face with his fingers:( the touches are so light and delicate because he doesn't want to wake you up
and if he accidentally does — or if you simply wake up on your own — you lock eyes and spend long moments just enjoying the intimacy
euijoo is a silly fella so sometimes when you refuse to get out of the bed he will… jump on it… and shake you until you beg him to stop lmao
┆彡 YUMA [ 悠真 ]
that is a cat.
will be so hissy when you wake him up LIKE sassy man apocalypse. pulling the cover over his head, grumbling to himself… yeah, good luck
and oh my god. if you try to leave the bed?
drama.
as i said, cat. will pretend not to care, turning his back to you. but underneath his breath he's murmuring about how cruel you are for leaving him… how you're making the bed cold… how dare you…
and if you cave in (and most of the time, you do) and crawl into the bedsheets again, he's locking you in. bear hugging you, your cheeks squished against his bicep ane leg thrown over.
his face is buried in your neck, inhaling your scent and lulling him back to sleep… and you always pretend not to see through his grumpy act, feeling is smile imprint on your skin<3
┆彡 JO [ 穣 ]
jo said he's a still sleeper, waking up in the same position he has fallen asleep in so usually it applies to yu as well
fell asleep hugged onto him? or back to back? you will wake up like that too
secretly he's a fan og being the small spoon:( will tug at your pj shyly to suggest that you should fall asleep holding him<3
he takes a while to shake off the sleep and often just… zones out, staring at your sleeping form<3
gets SOOO red when you catch him and tries to hide under the covers
but you just gush about how cute he his and snuggle into him, placing hisses on his blushing face
(also you bet he has a lot of sketches of you sleeping:( live laugh love artists<3)
┆彡 HARUA [ 琉愛 ]
he needs to hug something when he sleeps so… you know well it's you!!!
arms wrapped around you like you're his teddy bear. his chest glued to your back, face nuzzled in your neck and snoring softly. and you bet he will wake up the second you try to wriggle out of his hold (good luck going pee in the middle of the night btw)
you often wake up in the same position you've fallen asleep in, or just. his body plastered on you.
very very sleepy, needs a few moment to shake off the sleep:( in the meantime he often nudges his face into your neck, pretending it's totally not making him even more sleepy
and when you caress his hair? yeah no, he's snoozing again
┆彡 TAKI [ タキ ]
oh my god. a menace.
WILL launch his body onto the bed to wake you up. and tickle you. and blow raspberries into your neck. i mean hey, at least you are guaranteed to wake up properly!
(he feels bad about it later so if he has time he will make you breakfast<3)
if you wake up before him, you're gentle. and enjoy the moment, looking at him and tracing his cheeks. he often pretends to sleep so you keep touching his skin but more often than not, he breaks into a smile.
and then? attack. wrapping his arms behind your neck and pulling you close, peppering you with kisses.
won't admit it but looooves when you lay on top of him. like a weighted blanket!!! it makes him feel warm n secure and he just gets to have you close<3
┆彡 MAKI [ マキ ]
lowkey doesn't care as long as he has you near him. holding hands, cuddling, backs touching like he will be content!!
also sleeps uh. in a sleeveless tanks. so yeah, maybe… just maybe… you ask him to use his arm as a pillow<333
he occasionally startles awake and looks around, just to go back to sleep moments after. at first it scared you but you've grown used to it. however, every time he does wake up, he takes a look at you. just in case.
also his morning voice is dangerously attractive… esp when he stretches and groans, mumbling "good morning" into your ear
WILL yank you back into the bed if you try to escape >:(
a menace too btw so he will put his cold feet on you. and roll his eyes while jokingly complaining about morning breath. and i feel like sometimes he snores, like chainsaw type of snore
It happens fast enough that most people don’t notice at first.
The room is loud, staff moving, cameras adjusting, voices overlapping, but K does. He always does. It’s the way your smile tightens, just a fraction. The way your shoulders draw in, like you’re bracing without meaning to. You laugh when you don’t need to.
He sees the man standing too close. Hears the tone, casual, joking, but just a little off. Not enough to cause a scene. Enough to make you uncomfortable.
K doesn’t rush in. He watches for a second longer, jaw tightening, eyes sharpening as he takes in the details. Then he moves, calm, deliberate, like he’s simply supposed to be there.
He steps in at your side, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours. Not aggressive. Just present.
“Hey,” he says easily, his hand coming to rest lightly at the small of your back. A grounding touch. “We’re needed.”
His voice is steady, polite. Unarguable.
The man hesitates. K meets his gaze, expression unreadable, smile faint but firm. The kind that doesn’t invite conversation.
You don’t even have to say anything. K shifts his body slightly, placing himself between you and the space that felt too close. It’s subtle, but unmistakable.
As he guides you away, his hand stays where it is, warm and solid. Protective without being possessive.
When you’re far enough that the noise dulls and the air feels easier to breathe, he finally looks down at you.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
Not rushed. Not panicked. Just concerned.
If you nod, he nods too, like he trusts your answer. If you hesitate, his grip tightens just a little.
“You don’t ever have to stay in a situation like that,” he says, low enough that only you can hear. “I’ve got you.”
And then, only then, does the tension leave his shoulders. But his awareness never does.
He stays close for the rest of the day. Not hovering. Just there. Exactly where you need him.
FUMA :
Fuma notices the shift before he understands it.
You’re laughing, because that’s what you do when things get awkward, but it doesn’t sound like you. It’s lighter than usual, a little rushed, like you’re trying to smooth something over instead of enjoying the moment. Fuma’s eyes flick up from across the room, sharp despite the chaos around him.
He sees the distance being ignored. The way the conversation isn’t moving on. The way you glance toward the side, searching for an exit.
That’s enough.
He crosses the room without hesitation, steps falling into place like muscle memory. When he reaches you, he doesn’t interrupt loudly or draw attention. He simply slots himself in beside you, shoulder solid against yours.
“Hey,” he says, warm but firm. “There you are. We’ve been looking for you.”
His arm comes up naturally, resting around your shoulders, not claiming, not showy. Protective. Familiar.
The man pauses. Fuma meets his gaze calmly, the friendliness in his expression not quite reaching his eyes.
“We’re heading out,” Fuma adds, already turning slightly as if the decision has been made. Because it has.
He doesn’t wait for permission.
As he guides you away, he leans down just enough to speak under his breath. “You okay?”
If you hesitate, even a little, his jaw tightens, not in anger, but resolve.
“Next time,” he murmurs, voice steady, “just grab me. I don’t care if it interrupts anything.”
Once you’re clear of the situation, he stops and looks at you properly, hands still warm on your arms, grounding you.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he says immediately, like it matters that you hear it. “Not even a little.”
There’s no dramatics. No raised voice. Just certainty.
And for the rest of the day, he keeps you within arm’s reach, not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he does. Because if something feels off again, he wants to be close enough to act before you ever have to smile through it.
NICHOLAS :
Nicholas clocks it immediately, not because you look scared, but because you look too polite.
You’re nodding along, smiling in that careful way you use when you don’t want to make things worse. Your hands are folded tight in front of you. Your laughter is short, clipped, not reaching your eyes.
Nicholas straightens and begins walking towards you.
By the time he reaches you, the conversation is already losing its momentum, because Nicholas has a way of taking up space without trying. He stops close enough that the air shifts, gaze cool and assessing as it flicks from you to the person standing too close.
“Hey,” he says, casual. “We need her.”
No question mark.
His hand comes up, fingers brushing your wrist, not pulling, not gripping. Just enough to give you an out. Just enough to remind everyone watching that you’re not alone.
When the other person hesitates, Nicholas’ expression changes. Not angry. Just flat.
“She’s busy,” he adds, tone light but final.
He turns his body slightly, placing himself between you and them without making a scene. If anyone’s watching, it looks effortless. Natural. Like this is where he’s always meant to stand.
Once you’re a few steps away, he glances down at you. “You good?”
If you shrug it off, he doesn’t let it go completely. His thumb taps once against your wrist, a quiet check-in.
“You don’t owe anyone politeness,” he says under his breath. “Especially not at your own expense.”
Later, when things have settled, he finds you again, leans in just close enough that only you can hear.
“Next time,” he murmurs, voice low, almost teasing but edged with sincerity, “I’ll step in faster. But you can always grab me first.”
It’s not dramatic. It’s not loud.
It’s just Nicholas, clear, protective, and entirely unapologetic about choosing you.
EJ :
It’s subtle, the way your shoulders tense, the way your smile goes a little stiff around the edges. You’re still being polite, still nodding along, but you’re not relaxed anymore. And Euijoo, who’s spent years reading rooms and people, feels it immediately.
He doesn’t interrupt right away.
Instead, he moves closer.
Not rushed. Not dramatic. Just a calm step forward until he’s beside you, presence warm and grounding. His hand finds the small of your back, light and familiar, a silent question: Do you want out?
When you don’t move, but don’t lean in either, he makes the decision for you.
“Hey,” he says, voice even, respectful. “We were just about to head out.”
It’s not rude. It’s not aggressive. But there’s no opening left for debate.
He turns slightly toward the other person, meeting their eyes with a steady, polite smile that doesn’t waver. “Thanks for understanding.”
Again, no question mark.
Only then does he guide you away, his hand never tightening, just present. Protective without being possessive. Supportive without speaking over you.
Once you’re a little farther off, he slows. His hand drops, giving you space, giving you control back.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
If you nod, he doesn’t push. If you hesitate, he stays right there, matching your pace, your breathing.
“I didn’t want to assume,” he says gently, eyes soft. “But I didn’t like the way you looked just now.”
There’s no lecture. No “you should’ve.” Just concern.
Later, when it’s just the two of you, he brings it up again, not to relive it, but to make sure.
“Next time,” he says softly, “you can squeeze my hand. Or just look at me. I’ll get it.”
Then, almost shyly, he adds, “You don’t have to handle things alone. Not when I’m here.”
It’s not loud protection.
It’s Euijoo’s kind, the kind that stays close, listens first, and makes sure you feel safe without ever taking your voice away.
YUMA :
Yuma notices because you stop laughing.
It’s such a small thing, just half a second where your smile falters, where your eyes flick away instead of meeting his. But Yuma has always been good at catching those details. He’s expressive by nature, tuned in to shifts in energy, and the moment he feels the air change, his attention locks onto you.
He steps closer without thinking, shoulder brushing yours.
“Hey,” he says lightly at first, glancing between you and the other person. “Everything okay?”
The tone is casual, but his body language isn’t. He angles himself just enough to stand between you and them, not fully blocking you, just closing the space. It’s instinctive, protective in a way that feels warm rather than suffocating.
When the other person keeps talking, keeps pushing, Yuma’s smile tightens.
He laughs once, short and sharp. “Okay, hold on.” His voice stays friendly, but there’s steel under it now. “She looks uncomfortable.”
The word lands clearly.
He turns to you, eyebrows knitting with concern. “You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to,” he adds, softer, like he’s reminding you rather than instructing.
Then he looks back at them, polite but firm. “We’re gonna head out.”
No apology. No over-explaining.
He reaches for your hand, not pulling, just offering, and when you take it, his grip is steady, reassuring. As he guides you away, he glances down at you, voice low and warm. “You okay? I’ve got you.”
Later, when the noise has faded and you’re somewhere quieter, he can’t help the way his concern spills out a little more.
“You don’t have to smile through stuff like that,” he says, running a hand through his hair, frustration flashing briefly across his face, not at you, but at the situation. “I hate that you felt like you had to.”
Then he softens, stepping closer. “Next time, just tell me. Or don’t say anything at all. I’ll notice.”
There’s a gentle confidence in the way he says it, not a promise born of ego, but of care.
“You’re not alone,” he murmurs. “Not on my watch.”
JO :
Jo notices long before anyone else does.
Not because you say anything, you don’t, but because the way you stand changes. Your shoulders draw in just slightly, your smile fixed a fraction too long, like you’re holding it in place instead of letting it come naturally. Jo has always been observant in that silent way, the kind that misses nothing because he’s never trying to fill the space with words.
His gaze lifts, calm but sharp.
He steps closer, not abruptly. Just enough that his presence is felt. His hand settles at the small of your back, warm and grounding, a quiet anchor that says you don’t have to do this alone.
“Hey,” he says, voice low, even. “You alright?”
The question isn’t for the other person. It’s only for you.
When they keep talking, when they don’t take the hint, Jo doesn’t get louder. He simply turns his body slightly, placing himself between you and them without fanfare, without hostility. It’s subtle, but unmistakable.
“We’re going to step out,” he says. Not sorry. Not if that’s okay. Just a statement of fact.
There’s no aggression in his tone, but there’s something unmovable there. A calm finality that makes it clear this isn’t a discussion.
As he guides you away, his hand never leaves your back. His steps are unhurried, measured, like he has all the time in the world, like no one gets to rush you.
Once you’re somewhere quieter, he finally looks down at you fully, concern softening his features.
“You don’t have to explain,” he says gently, thumb brushing small circles against your side. “But if something like that happens again… I want you to lean on me.”
You murmur something, a soft apology, maybe, and he shakes his head immediately.
“Don’t,” he says, firmer now. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
His gaze is steady, reassuring. “I’ve got you,” he adds, simple and sincere. “Always.”
HARUA :
Harua notices the change immediately. Not because you say anything, you haven’t, but because his instincts kick in the moment he senses tension radiating off you. Your eyes dart just a little too fast, your hands fidgeting, your laugh a shade too sharp. The slight unease is enough for him to know something is off.
He moves closer, voice low and soft but carrying a subtle weight. “Hey… are you okay?”
You give a small, nervous smile, trying to brush it off. Harua tilts his head slightly, scrutinizing you. His gaze is firm, steady, and somehow entirely grounding.
When the person making you uncomfortable doesn’t get the hint, Harua doesn’t hesitate. He steps forward, close enough that his presence is undeniable, his shoulder brushing yours almost imperceptibly. “I think we should step somewhere else,” he says, calm but authoritative. No argument, no pleading, just a quiet command that leaves no room for resistance.
He links an arm with yours, a subtle but protective gesture, guiding you away from the situation. His grip is warm, reassuring, and unshakable, and he keeps his voice low, murmuring as you walk, “You don’t have to explain anything… I’ve got you.”
Once you’re in a safe, quieter space, he releases a slow, relieved breath. His hand brushes against yours, almost unconsciously, as if grounding himself as much as you. “It’s okay,” he says softly, his eyes never leaving yours. “You don’t have to deal with that alone. Ever.”
Even when you try to protest, to downplay it, he shakes his head, a small, gentle smile touching his lips. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just… don’t want you feeling cornered.”
Harua’s presence isn’t loud, but it’s all-encompassing. He doesn’t just remove you from the uncomfortable moment, he makes it clear, without words, that you’re safe, cared for, and never on your own.
TAKI :
Taki notices before you even realize it yourself. There’s a subtle tension in the air, a slight edge in the way someone’s words linger too long, or the way your laugh falters just enough. His sharp eyes catch it instantly, and his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.
“Hey,” he murmurs, stepping closer with that casual confidence he wears so easily. “You good?”
You force a small smile, trying to wave it off, but Taki’s not buying it. Not for a second. He tilts his head, grin teasing but eyes serious, and says, “Nah… you’re hiding something. I can see it.”
The person making you uncomfortable doesn’t notice his quiet tension, doesn’t realize how easily it could snap. But Taki does, and he isn’t the type to sit back. In one smooth movement, he casually positions himself between you and the other person, an effortless shield. “Uh… think we should take a little walk?” His tone is light, joking, but there’s steel under the surface, unspoken warning enough to make anyone hesitate.
He loops his arm with yours, tugging gently but firmly, guiding you away from the situation. “Don’t worry about a thing,” he murmurs, voice warm, low, playful, just for you. “I’ve got you. No one’s messing with you while I’m around.”
Even as you try to laugh it off, Taki’s smirk softens, his eyes locking onto yours. “Seriously, you don’t have to put up with that. Not now, not ever.” His grip on your hand tightens slightly, not to control, but to reassure.
By the time you’re in a quieter spot, he nudges your shoulder with his own, teasing a little to break the tension. “See? Nothing to worry about.” Then, softer, just for you: “I’ve always got your back. Always.”
MAKI :
Maki notices it almost immediately, though he’s not one to make a scene. His eyes flick toward you, catching the smallest hint of unease in the way you shift or force a laugh. He tilts his head, calm but alert, assessing the situation quietly.
“Hey,” he says softly, stepping just a little closer, his tone casual but firm. “Everything okay?”
You hesitate, trying to brush it off, but Maki doesn’t let it go. He leans against the edge of the table, arms crossed lightly, studying the other person with an unspoken warning in his gaze. He doesn’t need to raise his voice; his presence alone makes it clear he’s paying attention.
“You don’t have to pretend,” he says, softer now, reaching out to lightly touch your arm. “If someone’s making you uncomfortable, we handle it. No one’s allowed to make you feel small.”
The person notices the subtle shift, the calm authority in Maki’s posture, and instinctively recoils, even if they don’t fully understand why.
He steps a little closer, just enough to close the gap, his eyes on you. “Come on, let’s step away for a bit,” he says gently, guiding you with a firm yet careful hand at your elbow. “Don’t let anyone make you feel anything less than yourself.”
Once you’re in a quieter spot, he exhales softly, glancing at you with that mix of care and quiet pride. “See?” he murmurs, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Nothing to worry about. You’re safe with me.”
Maki’s protection isn’t loud or dramatic; it’s steady, precise, and quietly unwavering, exactly the kind of reassurance you need.
genre fluff , headcanons , parent au , &team hyung line (plus yuma) x fem!reader (implied marriage for all hcs) cw food mention , toddler/baby stuff , yuma's child is incredibly sassy , not proofread wc 1170 request no note cien did this to me he put these thoughts in my head (well actually i thought of the thoughts myself BUT STILL) and i am in shambles &team as dads :( net @kstrucknet @lune-net
KOGA YUDAI ﾐ 古賀祐大
he’s probably a boy and girl dad, so ends up having at least two kids
but his true form is a goofy dad
will match his childrens energy 200%
always making silly faces and getting them to laugh
would carry them on his shoulders, swing them around, hold them upside down, do the little airplane flying when he’s lying on the ground, etc
all the types of play that are exciting when they’re little
there’s not a day where he fails to find a new activity to entertain your children even as they grow older
from newborn to first day of kindergarten, yudai wants to have fun with his kids
he’ll definitely put them in dance classes when they’re little, but if dance isn’t their thing, that’s fine too!
would always encourage sports and physical activity as main hobbies so that his kids can create memories outdoors while staying active
and he will never miss a game
his children will also be best dressed, taking after their father’s fashion
he loves to dress up his kids and picks the cutest matching outfits for them as well
his camera roll is filled with them and only them (and a few pics of you he snapped while you weren’t looking— he loves his candids)
MURATA FUMA ﾐ 村田風雅
boy dad, and his son is like his carbon copy
pokemon was the toy of choice since his child was still in the womb, and heck, you probably have a pokemon themed nursery, as well as plushies, clothes, and other toys
his kid’s favourite pokemons are probably snorlax or mudkip which goes adorably for buying things
frankly fuma is out of control with it
his son loves it, he himself is obsessed with it, there’s no cap on the budget when it comes to bonding with his child over the simple collectibles
he’s the best at introducing new foods to his son, even when he’s scared to try something
seeing his dad eat it and make it look like the yummiest thing always works like a charm
you have your husband to thank for getting your toddler to actually enjoy vegetables
although fuma is a bit paranoid about his child’s health
and absolutely panics whenever his son is sick
he’s not the type to fuss over “healthy” food— as long as his son is eating and getting the nutrients he needs, fuma will absolutely allow sweet treats
speaking of worrying, fuma is a huge worrier :(
he can’t help but be concerned over the littlest things when it comes to his son
very protective over him, but also gives him advice and guidance and is easily the best role model you could ask for your son to have
WANG YIXIANG ﾐ 王奕翔
he’s a boy dad and his son is just as much of a softie as he is
raises the shyest kid to ever walk the earth
has to always encourage his son to make new friends or try new things
because his little boy is just so hesitant and afraid of so many things
nicholas wants to show his son how fun things can be as well as dispelling the fear that his kid has
this takes little baby steps and hand holding, but nicholas is the best at being patient and comforting with his son
always tries to give his son a healthy push, but when it gets overwhelming, he understands as well
every small milestone is celebrated like it’s a big deal
because to nicholas, it is
every time he sees his son smile, his heart bursts in his chest
he has the closest bond imaginable with his child, and as such, often spends time playing with him alone even after he’s reached the age that most kids would want to play with their friends
will sing and play guitar or piano with his son, which is one of the few things that isn’t so terrifying to his little brain
even when a wrong note is pressed, the two can laugh it off together and enjoy the process of learning new songs together
he has the cutest father son musical duets to show off to you
BYUN EUIJOO ﾐ 변의주
girl dad in the house
his little daughter will grow up to love watching movies, especially ghibli ones
and well, ponyo may be her favourite for a reason
points and giggles whenever she sees ponyo to compare with her dad
euijoo can’t get over how cute it is every time
he’s the soft and caring type of dad, like he’s incapable of ever getting mad at his daughter
he will scold her when she does something wrong, although it breaks his heart to see her pout and tears
he’s the best at comforting her as well, and it seems as if there’s no safer place than in her father’s arms
loves to play dress up with his daughter, whether it’s a princess tea party or dinosaur onesies
tries to learn how to do his daughter’s hair, to varying success
but he is the best at picking out bows or cute hair accessories for her
reads a bedtime story to her every night, and sometimes has to think of his own stories off the top of his head when his little girl insists on making a new story together
loves to go on walks with his kid or plan cute picnics
peels oranges for his daughter, they’re her favourite fruit
she likes to eat the segments from biggest to smallest saving the cutest piece of orange for last
NAKAKITA YUMA ﾐ 中耒田悠真
this man is a girl dad and he creates the sassiest child by accident
every time his daughter shows you attitude, he has to remind her that it’s no way to treat her mother
you blame yuma for your daughter’s sassiness
yuma is convinced it was partly you as well
either way, you have a bold and cheeky toddler on your hands, and dealing with her can be hard work
fighting her sassiness with more sassiness only works part of the time
gentle words aren’t too effective, yet strongly worded ones often give the opposite affect yuma and you intend
whenever yuma has to introduce his daughter to new people, he’s always a little nervous about how she’ll behave
but he quickly figures out that she knows when and where she can have attitude, and puts on the perfect princess act around strangers
it makes yuma laugh and also slightly impresses him the grasp his daughter has on people already
despite it sometimes feeling like fighting fire with fire, yuma and his kid have a very close bond
and he would protect her from anything
he’s proud of the things she can do as well— her sassy sarcastic attitude shows how smart she really is, and witty as well
although she may not use it for the most perfect reasons
yuma can always joke around and laugh with his kid, his humour matching his daughter’s perfectly
and sometimes he enjoys seeing who can be sassier (it is always his daughter)
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✧ an award show waiting room, stolen pauses between chaos, and euijoo slipping into your space like it’s the only place he’s ever really belonged
✧ established idol x idol relationship, childhood friends to lovers, secret dating, soft angst, domestic fluff, clingy euijoo, backstage love | wc: ~2.2k
✧ author’s note: just euijoo being impossibly soft, slightly shameless, and completely in love with you in every timeline
✧ keep reading if you want to stay a while ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
the waiting room door slid shut behind you with a soft click.
finally quiet.
you dropped onto the couch with a long sigh, pulling the in-ear monitor from around your neck while staff members rushed noisily through the hallway outside. award show days were always like this — idols everywhere, cameras shoved in your face every five seconds, managers yelling about schedules, absolutely nowhere to breathe for longer than a minute.
a second later, someone nudged your knee with theirs.
“you look stressed,” a familiar voice said softly.
you didn’t even have to look up to know who it was.
euijoo sat beside you casually, baseball cap low over his eyes like he hadn’t just crossed three waiting rooms and dodged at least four managers to get here.
“you came all the way here just to call me out?” you whispered, exhausted amusement slipping into your voice.
euijoo smiled lazily. “i came all the way here because you stopped replying to me.”
“i was literally on stage.”
“you’ve texted me during live broadcasts before. i know your capabilities.”
you snorted quietly despite yourself.
“also,” he added, gently bumping your shoulder with his, “you do this thing when you’re stressed where you vanish for an hour… and then come back pretending you don’t need anybody.”
“you say that like you haven’t known me for fifteen years.”
“i have,” he replied easily. “which is why i’m right.”
you rolled your eyes, but your shoulder leaned into his before you could stop yourself.
it had always been like this with him.
easy.
like muscle memory.
long before debut stages and schedules and media training, there had been tiny matching backpacks at child modeling shoots, badly memorized mc scripts at kids’ variety shows, and adults constantly telling the two of you to stand closer together because you both “looked cute on camera.”
the internet still loved bringing up old clips.
tiny you and tiny euijoo sitting side-by-side on a brightly colored set while he shyly handed you strawberry milk because you’d started crying after losing a game.
tiny you fixing his crooked name tag before filming started because he always put them on unevenly.
people thought the two of you were nostalgic childhood friends who happened to debut in the same industry years later.
which technically wasn’t wrong.
it just wasn’t the whole truth.
“you know what happened earlier?” you muttered quietly after a moment.
euijoo hummed, leaning back against the couch. “hm?”
“one of the mcs asked me if we still talk.”
a laugh escaped him instantly. “no way.”
“and i told them we’re both busy these days and barely see each other anymore.”
euijoo went completely still.
then he slowly lowered the drink in his hand and stared at you like you’d personally betrayed him.
“barely see each other?” he repeated softly.
you shrugged, fighting a smile. “well—”
“you were in my kitchen this morning stealing food out of my fridge.”
“it always tastes better at your place.”
“and last night,” he continued, pointing at you accusingly now, “you called me at two in the morning because you ‘couldn’t sleep unless someone talked to you.’”
“i was having a hard time.”
“and i stayed awake until four.”
there was absolutely no annoyance in his voice—if anything, he sounded embarrassingly fond.
you nudged his foot with yours. “so dramatic.”
“i’m just saying,” he murmured, thumb brushing lightly over your skin, “if this is ‘barely talking,’ i think i’ve been yours without even realizing when it started.”
your heart betrayed you instantly at how natural that sounded coming from him.
not performative.
not dramatic.
just familiar.
the kind of care built quietly over years and years together.
across the hall, staff voices echoed closer.
instinctively, both of you shifted apart slightly.
years of hiding made the movement automatic now.
euijoo noticed your expression immediately.
his smile faded just enough to soften around the edges.
“you okay?” he asked quietly, voice gentler now. “you’ve had that look on your face all day.”
you stared down at your hands for a second before answering.
“yeah,” you murmured, a small, easy exhale leaving you. “i’m okay. i just think i’ve gotten used to you being important to me all the time, not just when it’s quiet.”
for a moment, he didn’t say anything.
then he glanced toward the closed door before carefully reaching over behind the couch armrest and linking his pinky with yours.
tiny.
hidden.
familiar enough to make your chest ache.
“you’re right. we’ve been doing this forever,” he murmured. “remember when that reporter asked if we were dating when we were twelve?”
you laughed under your breath immediately. “and you got so nervous you spilled juice everywhere.”
“i was fighting for my life.”
“you said—and i quote—‘we’re only friends because girls are scary.’”
“they were putting microphones in my face!”
you were trying so hard not to laugh loudly now that your shoulders shook against him.
euijoo watched you with the softest expression imaginable, completely distracted from the noise outside.
then, after a small pause—
“you still kept the bracelet, right?”
your breath caught instantly.
the bracelet.
a cheap little braided bracelet he won for you at a summer festival when you were fourteen after wasting nearly all his game tickets trying to get your favorite color.
blue string. slightly uneven because he insisted on fixing part of it himself.
you still had it tucked safely in your apartment drawer.
“…you remember that thing?”
euijoo looked genuinely offended.
“of course i remember it,” he said quietly. “you wore it until it started falling apart. you cried when it snapped.”
“i was fourteen.”
“you cried.”
“you made me another one!”
“and you still have that one too.”
you looked away immediately because he was right.
again.
euijoo smiled softly, thumb brushing once against your pinky.
“i remember everything about you,” he said, so casually it almost hurt. “i remember your old phone number. i remember the first thing you ever said to me on set. i remember you used to get nervous before filming and pretend you weren’t by talking too much.”
“…i hate when you’re observant.”
“you love when i’m observant.”
unfortunately, that was also true.
outside, someone called euijoo’s name down the hallway.
he sighed dramatically, head tipping back against the couch.
“if i ignore them long enough, do you think they’ll assume i disappeared?”
“your manager already thinks i steal you from your schedule.”
“she’s right.”
“euijoo.”
“i’m serious,” he said, smiling lazily now. “you’ve been distracting me since we were eight.”
“pretty sure you followed me around first.”
“because it was always you. even back then.”
your jaw dropped instantly.
“you cannot say things like that without warning.”
“i’ve been dating you for years. i think i’ve earned it.”
your face felt unbearably warm now.
euijoo grinned at the reaction before standing reluctantly, fixing his cap and hoodie sleeves.
then, very casually, he reached over and untangled the chain of your stage necklace where it had twisted during rehearsals.
such a tiny gesture.
but so practiced.
like he’d done it a hundred times before.
“you’ll come watch our stage later?” he asked softly, his fingers brushing briefly against your collarbone before pulling away.
“of course,” you said right away, a small smile forming. “I like watching you perform.”
euijoo’s gaze lingered on you for a second, warm and a little too knowing.
“you always say that,” he murmured.
“because it’s true.”
he hummed, like that satisfied him more than he wanted to admit.
“and you’ll be there after encore too,” he added casually, like it wasn’t a question.
“obviously,” you said, rolling your eyes a little—but you were smiling.
his expression shifted into something teasing again.
“good,” he said lightly, like it wasn’t a big deal at all. “just don’t look at me like that the whole time.”
“like what?” you asked.
“like you’re trying not to smile,” he replied, eyes flicking to yours. “you get this face when you’re proud of me.”
you went quiet for a second.
then, softer, “that’s because I am proud of you.”
his teasing softened at that, something warmer slipping in underneath it.
“yeah?” he murmured, like he already knew the answer.
He didn’t wait for you to respond—just leaned in, brushing a quick kiss to your forehead, soft and effortless like it had always belonged there.
And then he left before you could say anything else—still smiling to himself like he’d just heard exactly what he wanted to.
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Byun Eui-joo || Sweet dreams
After a long, exhausting day, what's best than coming home to your sweet boyfriend, who would be more than happy to help you relieve your stress? But what if he was sleeping? Well, good thing you had talked about this.
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Today was a mess.
The day didn't start well at the first place, and kept getting worse. First of all, your boss decided to go crazy and assign you last minute the biggest project of the month. Secondly, for this project, you had to cooperate with the guy you absolutely hated. He was lazy and never did anything, just took all the credit! The last straw was when you had to work unpaid overtime.
Now all you wanted was go home to your boyfriend and just shut you brain down while he fucked you senseless. If this wasn't the perfect way to let go of this horrible day, then what was it?
You unlocked the front door, letting it close behind you with a soft click. Leaning against the hard wood, you kicked off your shoes, letting your heavy bag fall off your shoulder to the ground.
You walked to the kitchen to drink some water. There you saw that the table was set, just lone plate covered with a piece of kitchen paper to keep the warmth. Euijoo had made your favourite. Your heart melted at the thoughtfulness. He always would find a way to make fall harder for him.
You sat down and ate. The food wasn't perfect but it was him and you loved it. But speaking of him, there was still no sign of Euijoo. Usually, from the moment you were home, he'd be all over you, telling you about his day and how much he missed you.
It was pretty late though, so you guessed he might be asleep already, his schedules being tiring enough. You shuffled to the bedroom and indeed, Euijoo was there, laying on his side of the, the covers carelessly draped around him, his orange hair falling messy on his forehead and the way his pyjama shirt slightly climbed up his abdomen...
You couldn't resist the urge to climb on the bed, already gotten rid of your shirt and pants, as you settled in front of him. You two had talked about this, agreeing that it was a convenient alternative to your packed up schedules or the days you were tired but pent up.
So, you carefully took off his pyjama pants and boxers. He was already half hard just from the few fleeting touches and you wondered what he could be dreaming to be aroused in his sleep.
You wrapped your hand around his length, pumping him a few times to get fully hard and when he was, you moved your panties aside and started slowly sinking down on him. Immediately at that, something between a whimper and a moan escaped his throat, body squirming underneath you.
You didn't gave him time to calm down and you started riding him, your rhythm desperate and relentless. "Mm..." Euijoo moaned dreamily, his face scrunching in pleasure he didn't know he was receiving.
The room was rather quiet, save for the sounds of slapping skin and Euijoo's airy sighs here and there.
The pleasure built fast in your tummy. Something about about the tension of the day, the way Euijoo looked so good and pliant underneath you, the soft sounds that escaped from his throat. You didn't last longer, the tension resolved into hot white pleasure hitting you like a tidal wave that crushed the negativity out of you.
But you didn't stop, not until you felt so full of him, only then you would be pleased. And so, you continued bouncing on him, your pace turning more sloppy by the minute but equally hungry and desperate as before.
Now Euijoo was regaining some of his conciousness as his hips started chasing yours without rhythm but there was unmistaken need behind it. His eyes were still closed, brows frowned, lips parted in an unfinished moan. You could tell he was close.
"Ah..." a whine-something left his parted lips as he twitched inside you, releasing his thick load so deep that you never felt fuller in your life. That's when he jolted awake, "Ohmy-mm-thiswas-" mumbling incoherent syllables while he tried to get ahold of his surroundings.
"Shh, it's okay." you cooed. He was panting heavily, head falling back as the last drops of cum settled inside you. "Y/n?" he said, voice hoarse from sleep. "It's me baby." you responded, brushing a few stray strands of hair off his face. "Wow, this was- I thought I was dreaming. This was the hardest I ever came." he muttered, still drowsy from sleep.
You just chuckled at his response, falling on his chest, sleepy enough to forget that shit of a day. Euijoo pulled the covers atop you and held you, still buried inside you.
"We should definitely do this more often." he mumbled against your skin, trailing featherlight kisses along your shoulder blades. "Hm, you freak." you chuckled weakly in response.
