Showering with Kammy is sweet and loving. He is a very shy guy so you will always have to initiate showering with him. He will wash your hair and body with such a gentle touch, as if you were made of glass. Doesn’t expect for the favor to be returned and gets surprised when you offer to bathe him. Overall, he is so sweet and gentle with you.
Brian:
Brian would always ask and hint at showering together, but when you finally agree he gets very shy. Once he feels your body press against his in the steamy shower he completely relaxes and melts into your touch. He almost forgets that the point of showering together is to wash yourself because he is just so happy holding onto you. He is also a huge sucker for massages, so once you press into his tense shoulders he is putty in your hands.
Jiho:
No appropriate thoughts through this man’s head. What do you mean he gets to be completely bare with you in such an intimate way? As soon as you offer to shower together he starts stripping right where he stands (Jiho please get to the bathroom first). He really does try to be a gentleman but how can he not control himself when he sees your soft skin wet and soapy. Jiho will insist he wash you but he will just spend a little too much time caressing your chest and thighs to see how you lean into his touch.
Siyun:
We all know Siyun takes his sweet time in the shower, so when you offer to join him (because you’re tired of waiting for him to finish) he is a little hesitant. He views showering as “me time,” but once you’ve convinced him he will never look back. Turns out he absolutely adores having you so close. He will definitely include you in his shower concerts making you the perfect duet partner. Most times you will finish your shower and let him finish up on his own while you do your skin care.
Kyrell:
Sweetest boy Kyrell would give you his signature wide smile when you suggest showering together. This angel would remove every article of clothing off of you, run the water to the temperature of your liking, and help you into the shower before he undresses himself. He gets so shy when you compliment his muscles but how can you not? He would take his time washing your hair and gives a mean scalp massage. He is a very genuine and tender lover and he prides himself on taking care of you.
Mackiah:
Showering with Mackiah will always end up in belly laughs together. He is a very silly guy so best believe he will make even the most intimate moments a giggle fest. Please wash his hair for him he would swoon for you so bad. Aegyomaster5000 over here would pull out all the cuteness to get your attention while you wash your hair. This man knows no personal space so he will be pressed into you the entire time. If you try to push him away he will fake cry until you let him reattach himself to your back.
Seungmo:
Seungmo definitely is the one asking to shower with you when he is in his clingy mood (almost always). He keeps a respectful distance from you but his eyes stay locked on you the whole time. He will playfully complain if you shower in too hot of water, but will pout if you ask him to move out of the water so you can rinse out your shampoo. He is also a huge goofball and cracks jokes to make you laugh. He loves when you play with his hair and make silly hairstyles with his soapy hair.
Inspired by Stop This Song (Love Sick Melody) by Paramore
pairing: kyrell x makeup artist!reader
word count: 1,627 words
content warning: reader swears once, grumpy x sunshine, pure fluff
authors note: AHHHH wrote this in an hour and didn’t proofread lol sorry guys, I love kyrell so much he’s such a cutie! hope you guys enjoy this one!
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You've never exactly been a morning person. Unfortunately, your job requires you to be up at ungodly hours in the morning, your schedule unpredictable. While you do have the liberty to work for various agencies, there's one particular man who somehow always manages to book you.
And so you find yourself in a dressing room, standing in front of a brightly-lit vanity table with your arms crossed, waiting for Kyrell as you watch the chaos unfold around you. Stylists running past with their arms full of bundles of clothing, another idol looking for a missing in-ear monitor, managers screaming into their phones.
And in the middle of it all, you watch as Kyrell walks in, humming to himself as he plops down onto the makeup chair in front of you. Far too cheerful for someone awake at 2 AM.
“Good morning. You're frowning again,” he said lightly, watching you prepare products through the mirror.
“I'm working.”
“You can work and smile though.”
“I don't want to.”
Kyrell smiled brightly, turning around to watch you pour foundation onto a palette. “You should try. It wouldn't hurt anyone, y’know."
You uncapped a tube of primer with more force than necessary, leaning over him. “No. Tilt your head up.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
He obeyed immediately, a soft smile still on his face. That was your problem with Kyrell. He never seemed bothered by anything. Not their overwhelming schedules, not their exhausting rehearsals, not even when their manager accidentally forgot to order his coffee one early morning. He never seemed to be sad or tired, despite everything.
Meanwhile, you've been awake since 11 PM, had to take an hour to commute to work, and had already considered quitting your job five times since you've stepped into the dressing room.
“You look tired,” he said softly.
“You tell me that way too often, Kyrell.”
“Because it’s true.”
You dabbed concealer under his eyes. A thin layer, it’s not like he needed much to cover up, anyway. Sometimes you wonder how his skin looked so good when you know idols barely get two hours of sleep in a day. “Maybe I keep frowning because people keep talking to me.”
Kyrell laughed quietly, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. You hated how much you liked hearing it.
“Close your eyes.”
Your fingers lightly brushed his cheek as you tapped a champagne-colored shimmer onto his lids. Kyrell stayed still, probably because he’d learned early on that you’d threaten to poke him in the eye with a mascara wand if he moved too much.
“You know,” he said after a moment, “you’re gentler today.”
“I’m always gentle with my clients.”
“You poked my eye yesterday.”
“That was your fault for moving and talking too much.”
His lips twitched, threatening to break into another smile. “Wow, and here I thought we were bonding.”
“We're not.”
“Mhm. Sure.”
You ignored the sarcasm in his voice and continued on fixing his eyeliner. Kyrell watched you carefully now, watching you work on his makeup through the mirror like every little thing you did fascinated him. It was…unsettling. Usually, most idols would be on their phones or asleep while you worked on them.
“You keep staring,” you muttered as you carefully smudged his eyeliner with your finger.
“You're pretty.”
The pencil eyeliner nearly slips out of your hand as you freeze.
Kyrell's eyes flick up to you innocently. “What?”
“You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I'll ruin your eyeliner and I'll have to do it all over again.”
He laughed again, closing his eyes compliantly when you bring the eyeliner back up to his face.
By lunch break, you were one convenience away from a breakdown. Someone spilled foundation on your sleeve, a stylist tipped over a liquid blush you'd been using on Kyrell, and one of the managers kept asking you about a group's coffee order that was definitely not your responsibility to handle.
You escaped to the corridor outside the dressing room to eat your lunch in peace, hoping to get at least five minutes alone.
Unfortunately, you hear a familiar voice behind you as you sit down to eat.
“Found you.”
Kyrell sat down beside you before you could protest, holding two iced coffees. An iced americano, probably for you, and a caramel macchiato for him. After working for his group for months, you’ve learned that his taste in food is as sweet as himself.
You stared at the coffee he placed beside you. “I didn’t ask for this.”
“I know. That’s why it’s called being nice.”
Hm. Suspicious. Still, you took it. It would be a waste, anyway.
Kyrell beamed, a look you've seen often after successful performances.
“You’re really easy to please,” you said.
“You accepted my coffee. This is basically you accepting my marriage proposal. I've finally gotten through that ice-cold heart!”
You regret how your cheeks immediately flush, turning away to hide your embarrassment. A defensive scoff escapes your mouth as you glare at him.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“But you like it.”
“No.”
“But I'm a little cute, aren't I?”
“You’re delusional.”
Kyrell sighed wistfully. “You always say the sweetest things to me.”
Despite yourself, a tiny smile tugged at your mouth, threatening to break out into a full grin.
His eyes widened immediately. “There it is!”
You flattened your expression at once, turning away. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Nope. I saw it.” He pointed excitedly. “Tiny smile. Barely, but still there.”
“You’re annoying me.”
“And yet you smiled.”
You took a long sip of coffee to avoid answering, the bitter americano helping to jolt you awake.
Kyrell leaned his head against the wall, close enough that your shoulders brushed every few seconds. Neither of you moved away.
“I gotta make you a playlist,” he muttered suddenly.
“For what?”
“You don't listen to music while working. That's one of the reasons why I talk so much when you're doing my makeup.”
“You could play your own music if it's too quiet.”
“Oh, I don't think you'd like that.”
“I wouldn't. Who even listens to pop at two in the morning?”
“It's fun! Drowns out the sound of my manager screaming at the staff.”
You let out a soft giggle before you could stop yourself.
Kyrell’s eyes flickered to your lips, a grin appearing on his own face. “No longer Oscar the Grouch, huh? I see we’re making progress today.”
“You’re insane.”
“Yet you still like me.”
You opened your mouth to deny it automatically, yet nothing came out. Because the horrible thing was maybe, just maybe, you did like Kyrell.
Maybe it was because of the way he always bought you coffee whenever you worked on him, or how he was respectful enough to thank every staff member by name. Or how he somehow noticed when your hands hurt from holding brushes all day and silently opened bottled drinks for you afterward. Maybe it was because of that stupidly warm grin he’d always have on his face whenever he eagerly sat in the makeup chair.
As you watched him leave to prepare for yet another performance, you realize that your heart’s been pounding ever since his voice rang out from behind you. The breath you didn’t know you’ve been holding finally escapes you as you quietly mutter to yourself.
“Fuck, this is so unprofessional.”
Their last showcase ended a bit after midnight. You were packing palettes into your kit when he suddenly appeared beside you, still dressed in stage clothes, a tissue plastered across his sweaty forehead.
“Good work today,” he said.
You zipped your bag shut. “You too. Shouldn’t you be taking photos with the members?”
“I already did.”
“Okay.”
“I just wanted to see you.”
The room suddenly felt strangely warm. Or perhaps it was just your face.
Kyrell leaned against the table, watching you with that same unbearably fond expression, his eyes locked onto your face. “You know,” he said carefully, “I think I figured something out.”
“What?”
“You act grumpy when you’re embarrassed.”
“I’m leaving.” You slung your bag over your shoulder quickly, attempting to scramble out of the room. “Goodnight, Kyrell.”
He caught your wrist gently before you could escape. Your breath caught as you turned around to face him. After always working on him while he’s sitting down, you’ve never really realized how much he towers over you.
Kyrell’s smile softened immediately. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes?”
“Would it be okay if I took you out sometime?”
Your brain stopped functioning for a few seconds as your cheeks reddened yet again. “You’re…asking me on a date?”
“Yes.”
“You?”
“Yes,” he repeated, laughing softly as his hand squeezed your wrist lightly. “I think I was direct enough, pretty.”
You stared up at him, trying very hard not to notice how handsome he looked under the dim dressing room lights.
“How long have you liked me?” you asked breathlessly.
“Since you threatened to make my eyeliner crazy long when I wouldn’t stop moving.”
“That was the first time we met, Kyrell. It’s been that long?”
“I’m committed.”
You shook your head slowly, but there was no hiding your smile now. Of course, Kyrell noticed instantly.
“There it is again,” he muttered triumphantly.
“Don’t ruin the moment.”
“Sorry.” He paused. “So…date soon? Please?”
You definitely should’ve made him work harder for it. Instead, you sighed softly and said, “Fine. I’m free next Thursday. Don’t make me regret this.”
Kyrell stepped closer, his grin so fond it made your chest ache as his hand on your wrist moved to your waist. “Trust me, I’ve been thinking about this for months. It’ll be perfect, I swear. I’ll see you soon, pretty.”
You watch as Kyrell walks back to his group, practically beaming with delight. And for once, you don’t regret taking this job.
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❪ 滑る ❫ fluff est. rs headcanons kyrell x f!reader 652 cw ノ a lot of this was written last year and it's a bit messy (i still can't really tell if i like this or not but posting it anyway, one unserious mention of netflix&chill, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ kyrell is just so precious to me :( brian or kamden hcs coming next if i can write them! / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Kyrell is such an acts of service king. Besides cooking for you, one of his favourite ways of showing it is being your personal chauffeur. Especially if you don't have a license of your own, he thinks of it as his personal duty to drive you. The idea of leaving you to have to take the bus or subway when he could be the one driving you? Horrible. You're supposed to be his passenger princess :(.
Even if you bring up the economical reasons why taking the bus or subway is better, he will not buy it. He'll try to not make it too obvious that the real reason he likes driving you is to spend a few extra minutes in your company, but to you, it's pretty obvious.
He likes to have his hand on your thigh or to be holding your hand while driving. Whenever he has to leave your hand to hold the wheel again, he'll reach out to grab it again as soon as possible. Also does the little protective arm out across your body during sharp turns or sudden breaks, but it's really out of habit. Of course, he lets you have the aux.
Speaking of music, he cherishes the little playlists that you've made together. You would absolutely have a whole folder of shared playlists that are the go-to's for hanging out. They have the goofiest covers that sum up you and Kyrell's shared sense of humour. But the contents of the playlists are really quite cute. Your music taste is very similar, and Kyrell gets excited about any new artist that you discover and want to share with him.
He loves cringy pickup lines or flirty comments that maybe aren't the most clever thing ever, more toeing the line of dad jokes, but they still make you crack a smile. That's the reaction Kyrell lives for. Especially when you're feeling down. His stupid sense of humour always gets you whether you like it or not, and your boyfriend will always use this to his advantage.
As for physical affection, Kyrell likes hugs where he can rest his head on top of yours. Since he's tall, it's the perfect height difference to be comfortable for both of you. He also just really likes the scent of your shampoo. Your perfume, as well. He gets fixated on the scents that remind him of you, even if it's just your favourite food.
One of his favourites is when you steal his hoodies (which he is secretly obsessed with you doing) and they still smell like you when he gets them back. When your perfume is still clinging to the garment even after he washes it—he dies for that.
One of his favourite types of date nights is just watching a movie together. It's low stakes and doesn't require a lot of effort, which is perfect after an exhausting day. He'll prepare all the snacks while you usually choose the movie. Of course, he'll slip in teasing jokes about Netflix and Chill, although you both know it's not gonna lead to anything. If when you fall asleep during the movie, he likes playing with your hair. Makes sure you're comfy in his lap and lets one of his hands thread mindlessly through your strands. It's relaxing for both of you and helps you sleep longer.
You have so many inside jokes together that it's almost impossible to even count them all. Most of them start from his habit of making stupid puns or cliche lines, or some ridiculous moment that happened early on that you've learned to laugh at later on. A lot of your favourite memories are created when you're both deliriously sleepy at 3AM. Everything seems funnier at that time of the night. Your relationship in general is full of giggles. Laughter is the thing you associate most with Kyrell.
text au ✦ kvc x reader ✦ fluffy ✦ warnings: language (?), mentions of tweaking? and overworking
my note: ive been into ampersandone even before i was into boynextdoor and zb1 and im so disappointed in myself for taking this long to write something about them 😔
no song recs bc im writing this is ramadan but you can listen to rahmatulilaalameen (its a nasheed) by maher zain. its really good i recommend it!!
