#kyohong

[pandacherryblossoms]

𐙚 Cuddling with Xnghan&Xoul 𐙚

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None just Super Fluffy !!

Seunghan

The couch has become your favorite spot without even trying—just the two of you under a thick blanket, your body molded against Seunghan’s chest. He plays with the ends of your hair, absentmindedly stroking your back as he talks, voice low and steady. Little things spill out of him: what he saw online, a random childhood memory, how soft your skin feels right now. It’s never about having something important to say—he just loves that you listen. You hum against him, and he smiles against your forehead like it’s the best sound he’s ever heard. “I never run out of things to say with you,” he murmurs, arms tightening around you. “I think even my quiet feels full when you’re here.”

Yul

The floor’s covered in pillows and blankets, leftover snacks pushed off to the side as the TV plays something neither of you are really watching. Yul’s behind you, one arm tucked tight around your waist, the other playing softly with your fingers like he needs to keep touching you somehow. He doesn’t say much, but his warmth does—slow breaths against your neck, the occasional kiss to your shoulder, the way he holds you like the whole world could shrink to this one spot and he’d be just fine. You shift a little and his grip only tightens, his thumb brushing lazy circles into your palm. There’s something about being close to him like this that makes everything quieter, softer. Like even his silence is safe.

Kyo

The bed’s a mess—pillows everywhere, the blankets kicked halfway off from how much Kyohong’s moved around. He’s finally still now, but only because he’s wrapped around you like a human koala, arms tight around your waist, one leg hooked over yours like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go. “You’re warm,” he says into your shoulder, voice muffled but smug, “but not as warm as me. I win.” You let out a quiet laugh, and he squeezes you tighter like that was the reaction he was waiting for. He shifts just enough to look up at you, all sleepy eyes and teasing grin. “You like when I hold you like this, don’t you?” It’s not even a real question—he knows the answer—but he waits anyway, just to hear you say it. And when you do, he hides his smile in your neck, happy and quiet now, like nothing in the world matters except staying tangled up with you a little longer.

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an: In honor of Hani & Xoul’s debut!!🥳🥳 Also Seunghan will be written for both Riize and Xnghan&Xoul



[nctzenhwa]

dance practice cuddles - seunghan x reader

i wrote this in like 40 minutes for funsies

a stark contrast btwn this and my matz fic lmao

the practice room door creaked open and you stepped inside, clutching a bag that smelled like heaven. cold drinks, snacks, and sandwiches.

kyohong was the first to notice, eyes zeroing in on the bag like hawk. "food!" he cried, scrambling across the floor to snatch the bag of drinks. yul didn't even lift his head from where he was dramatically sprawled on his back, one arm flung over his forehead. "if you don't give me chips right now, i'm going to perish in front of you. remember me."

you laughed, pulling out a bag to toss at him. yul caught it against his chest with a theatrical grunt. "saved. a true angel."

before you could hand anything to seunghan, he padded over silently, hair sticking to his temples, exhaustion hanging off him. he didn't even say hello, just pulled you to the floor so he could collapse across your lap.

"hey-" you started, startled, but the protest died when he tucked his face into your hoodie, arms curling snugly around your waist as if he had been waiting for you all day.

"five minutes," seunghan murmured, voice muffled. "just five."

his breathing was heavy at first, uneven from practice, but the longer you let your fingers card through his damp hair, the steadier it became. you felt him loosen against you, muscles uncoiling, shoulders sinking lower until he practically melted into the floor.

kyohong nearly choked on his food. "unbelievable. we're literally falling apart out here, and he's taking a cuddle break."

yul sat up just enough to jab a finger at the two of you. "this is nepotism. or some kind of privilege. where's my lap pillow, huh?"

you felt seunghan's lips twitch against your chest, the hint of a smile tugging at him. "you're too bony," he mumbled, voice warm. "this spot's taken."

your hand slowed in his hair, gently sweeping strands off his forehead, and you realized his eyes were fluttering shut. his grip tightened when you shifted, scared you were pulling away.

"gross," kyohong muttered around a mouthful of chips, but his voice was softer now. "disgusting," yul agreed, lying back dramatically. then, quieter: "but fine. i'll allow it. he hasn't shut up about you all week."

heat crept into your cheeks, but seunghan only burrowed deeper into you, ignoring his team's chirping. his breathing finally evened as you adjusted so he could settle more comfortably.

after a beat of silence, he spoke, voice soft enough that only you could hear. "you always come right when i need you." you stroked his hair gently, "you can always rest on me, hani."

his grip around your waist tightened, lips brushing against the fabric of your hoodie as he muttered, "i don't want anyone else."

eventually, the snack supply had run low and kyohong announced with his mouth full, "alright, lover boy, practice isn't over just because you've turned y/n into a mattress."

reluctantly, seunghan shifted against you, groaning as if standing up was the hardest thing he had done all night. he lingered, forehead pressed to your shoulder, before finally pushing himself upright.

"you're all talk." seunghan muttered to his friends, running a hand through his hair. "i still out-dance both of you."

[watashinohikari-8]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠!

[galileen]

Kyohong, Dancer Boyfriend