🧸 Cuddles with boyfriend! Xikers
essence ➜ every member has their own favorite way of holding the person they love…
🫧 themes ➜ fluff, cuddling, sleepy moments, domestic, established relationship
Minjae couldn’t relax until he knew you were comfortable.
Every cuddle session started the exact same way.
You laughed softly before grabbing his wrist.
He still adjusted the blanket around your shoulders anyway.
Only after making sure you were comfortable would he finally wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest with a content sigh.
“You act like you’re my personal heater.”
“You know that’s not a real job, right?”
You smiled into his hoodie.
“…Thanks for taking it so seriously.”
He kissed the top of your head.
Junmin insisted he wasn’t clingy.
In fact, he reminded you of that almost daily.
“I like my personal space.”
“I don’t need constant affection.”
Not even five minutes into the movie, his shoulder bumped yours.
Ten minutes later, his hand found yours.
By the halfway mark, he had somehow ended up with his head resting on your shoulder, one arm loosely around your waist.
“I thought you liked your personal space.”
“So why are you glued to me?”
He looked up with the most offended expression.
“I’m choosing to be here.”
“That’s… exactly what clingy means.”
“I have never been so slandered.”
You laughed before pressing a kiss against his forehead.
“Whatever helps you sleep tonight.”
“I thought you liked your space.”
Cuddling with Sumin almost always ended the same way.
You’d barely get through the opening credits of a movie before you felt his head slowly getting heavier against your shoulder.
You smiled to yourself before carefully brushing a few strands of hair away from his face.
The tiny movement was enough for him to stir.
Without opening his eyes, he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers.
“I’m just fixing your hair.”
Within seconds he was asleep again.
You couldn’t help but laugh quietly.
Jinsik believed every problem could be solved with a hug.
The second you walked through the front door, he opened his arms.
You hadn’t even taken your shoes off yet.
“You couldn’t wait thirty seconds?”
He pulled you into his chest with the biggest grin.
You felt him gently sway the two of you from side to side without even realizing he was doing it.
Hyunwoo never realized he was touching you.
You’d be sitting beside him while he read, and somehow his pinky would hook around yours.
His hand would absentmindedly trace little circles across your knee.
He’d gently rub your knuckles while focusing on something completely different.
One afternoon you finally asked,
“Do you even realize you’re doing that?”
You lifted your intertwined hands.
“I’ve been holding your hand this whole time?”
“For the last twenty minutes.”
“You really didn’t notice?”
“I guess my hands just know where they want to be.”
Your heart practically melted.
Serious cuddles never lasted more than two minutes with Seeun.
You’d settle comfortably beneath a blanket.
He’d rest his head in your lap.
Everything would be peaceful.
“…Did you just poke my cheek?”
“You literally still have your finger on my face.”
“…I don’t know what your talking about.”
You laughed before lightly pushing his forehead.
He dramatically fell backward.
He crawled back over with the biggest grin.
Five minutes later the two of you were laughing so hard neither of you even remembered what had started it.
That’s what he tells himself.
He isn’t the type to ask for affection.
He’ll quietly sit beside you.
Rest his shoulder against yours.
Or gently lean his head against yours for just a second longer than usual.
It’s his silent way of asking.
You answer by wrapping your arms around him first.
Not because he expected you to.
You always know exactly what he needs.
Yujun wasn’t the type to fill every quiet moment with conversation.
He liked simply being with you.
Some evenings the two of you would sit on the couch for hours, your head resting against his shoulder while soft music played in the background.
Just comfortable silence.
Eventually you’d feel something feather-light against the top of your head.
“Do I need another reason?”
You shook your head before snuggling closer.
Personal space stopped existing the day you started dating Hunter.
It didn’t matter if you were watching a movie, reading a book, or trying to answer texts.
Somehow, someway, he always ended up attached to you.
He was already halfway across your lap before finishing the question.
You rolled your eyes, but your fingers found his hair anyway, gently scratching his scalp.
His shoulders immediately relaxed.
“You only wanted cuddles because you wanted me to pet you?”
He smiled so contently that you couldn’t even pretend to complain anymore.
Every cuddle session with Yechan started with a story.
“So then Minjae hyung said—”
“Oh! I forgot to tell you—”
You loved listening to him.
His excitement was contagious.
Eventually his words became slower.
You glanced down to find him fast asleep, still holding your hand.
“…You didn’t even finish your story.”
He mumbled something completely unintelligible into your shoulder.
You smiled before pulling the blanket over both of you.
“I guess I’ll hear the ending tomorrow.”
He squeezed your hand in his sleep as if agreeing.
