NCT Dream Reaction: Back Scratches
Mark:
Mark is gone the second your nails touch his back.
He doesn't even realise how much he loves it until your nails start running up and down his back while you're lying on the sofa together one evening.
And Mark just stops talking.
You look down and he's already half asleep.
"Mark? You were literally telling a story." You nudged him gently, smiling down at him.
"Hmm... yeah... hold on..." He mumbled. He tries so hard to stay awake because he was saying something important, but they way your nails move slowly across his back just melts every muscle in his body.
It was like the whole day melted off him, his face stilled and his body sank into you with every breath he took.
You watch the tension leave him piece by piece.
Your fingers drift lazily up the length of his back and Mark lets out another soft sigh. His head slips a little further down your shoulder, resting heavily against your neck.
"You were talking about the studio?" You reminded him, and he shifted slightly in response, getting even closer to you.
"Right... I was saying if the bass came in later, maybe after the-"
His voice trailed off again as your nails traced down his back once more. You can't help the small laugh that escapes you at the sight.
"I'm thinking." He mumbled in response to your soft giggles.
Your hand moves without thinking, tracing your nails lightly down his spine. Mark moves even closer, his arms tightening around you instinctively.
One more slow scratch down his back, and he's gone.
His breath evened out, warm against your collarbone as his weight sinks fully into you.
You glance down and Mark is fully asleep. You watch him fondly, stroking some hair out of his face gently.
Mark doesn't stir once while you admire him, if anything, he sinks deeper into you.
Your fingers keep moving absentmindedly across his back.
Judging from the way Mark keeps sinking into you, you don't think he'll be waking up any time soon.
Renjun:
Renjun unknowingly turns it into a game.
You're lying on the sofa together, a tv show playing in the background that neither of you are really watching. He's lying half on top of you, while your hands reach for his back without realising and starting to absentmindedly draw patterns.
You barely noticed you were doing it until Renjun lifted his head and looked up at you.
"What are you drawing?" He asked and you furrowed your brow in confusion.
"I'm not drawing anything."
"Yes, you are." He countered. "Do it again."
You started to move your fingers around again, this time with a picture in mind.
Renjun hummed thoughtfully as he began to guess.
"A star?"
"Nope."
"A flower?"
"No."
Renjun looked up again. "What was that?"
You grinned down at him. "A dinosaur."
Renjun immediately groaned, dropping his head back down into your shoulder.
"That was not a dinosaur."
From that moment on, it becomes your thing.
Whenever you're sitting together, your nails end up tracing shapes across his back while Renjun tries to guess what you're drawing. Sometimes he gets them instantly.
Other times he’s completely convinced he’s right when he couldn't be further from the answer.
Then one evening, Renjun decides it's his turn.
You're both sitting on the floor during a rare night off when Renjun suddenly disappears. When he reappears he's holding his paints.
You don't say anything, instead choosing to simply raise an eyebrow at him in question.
He places a towel down behind you, leans in and softly kisses your neck as he whispers in your ear.
"Trust me."
Ten minutes later you're getting used to the feeling of the cool paint drift across the bare skin of your back.
Your questions as to what he was painting went unanswered and you let your eyes drift shut as he continued his work, on pausing to place soft kisses on your unpainted shoulders.
Finally you heard the clicking sound of his paint being closed.
"Done." He said.
You twist round, trying to see it but you couldn't catch more than the dark blue at the top of your back.
"What is it?" You asked.
"The night sky from La La Land." Renjun said, that small smile that always came onto his face when he was proud of his work.
He snapped a picture, showing you the gorgeous scenery he had painted on you. The sky was a mix of dark blues and purples, only disturbed by the single bench and lamppost.
Renjun studied the painting for a moment longer, pleased with his work.
But when you turned around to face him, he couldn't help but think the canvas had always been the most beautiful part.
Jeno:
Jeno doesn't realise how much he loves this until you do it.
You're both sitting on the sofa one evening, Jeno leaning against you while you show him a video on your phone. He's clearly tired after the day so you lift your hand to rub his back, and gradually your nails begin tracing against his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt.
Jeno pauses.
Not dramatically, just a small stillness.
Then he slowly but surely leans back into you, silently encouraging you to keep going.
Your nails drift slowly across his back and Jeno sighs, the sound so quiet it was almost lost under the noise of your phone.
You smiled to yourself and kept the movement going, tracing lines up and down his spine.
Jeno gradually moved further into you, until he was fully pressed against your side.
"You know you can just ask?" You say and his head tilts in question towards you as response so you continue. "For this. You can ask."
"It just feels nice." Even his voice had begun to slow and that soft eye smile that you love so much started to appear.
Your hand stills for a second, and Jeno nudges his back into you once again.
You chuckle and resume your actions, watching Jeno close his eyes in bliss at the feeling. And every time you rake your nails across his back, Jeno melts a little further into you.
You love the way Jeno let his guard down around you. With everyone else he was tough, dependable, the one others leaned on. But with you, he liked being able to be gentle like this
Jeno let himself sink into you, feeling the weight of the day slide off him with every line you drew.
He had never been able to relax this quickly before.
And it was already becoming his favourite way to.
Haechan:
Haechan is absolutely shameless when it comes to wanting attention from you, and him wanting back scratches is no different.
Ever since the first time you did it he has become obsessed.
And he has no problem seeking them out any time he wants one.
Which is pretty much all the time.
You're sitting on the sofa in the practice room one day, scrolling your phone while the boys stop for a break when Haechan walks up to you. He doesn't utter a word, just sits down next to you, with his back facing you.
You look up over your phone to see him there waiting expectantly.
Still without uttering a word he grabs one of your hands and places it square on his back.
When you still don't move he finally utters a word.
"Start."
"Seriously?" You laugh and he nods.
"Yes."
The second you begin to trail your fingers up and down his back his head drops with a dramatic sigh.
"See, this is exactly what I needed."
You shake your head but continue to scratch your nails up and down his back, watching his shoulders loosen almost instantly at the sensation.
Haechan may be demanding when it comes to attention, but that is because there is nothing he loves more than your attention. You have a way of stopping all the thoughts swirling around his brain with a simple touch of your hand.
He leaned further into the feeling, turning his head to look at your face, a smile he couldn't help breaking out at the sight of it.
"Don't stop." He said, his smile growing at your response.
"I wasn't planning on it."
He let his head drop once more, the last of the noise in his head finally quieting beneath your touch.
Haechan may be the sun, but you were the thing his world revolved around.
Jaemin:
Jaemin enjoys your back scratches. He enjoys any time he gets to have you close.
But if he had to choose, he would always rather be the one giving them.
It happened naturally as most things do. The two of you were lying in bed, chatting about random things, a cloud you saw, what he ate for lunch, your plans for tomorrow, while your hands drifted up and down his back.
He let you go on for a moment, relishing in the feeling of having you close, before his own hands started to drift.
Without thinking about it he reached for the bottom of your shirt, his fingers finding their way under the hem so they could lightly run over your back.
You paused when he started his movements, you always did.
"You're stealing my job." You mumbled into his neck, and Jaemin couldn't help but smile.
He simply hummed in response, unbothered by your words as his hands kept moving, focusing on your spine as he knows you like.
He keeps talking about what he was saying before while his hands move, slowly and absentmindedly.
He loves the feeling of you sinking further into him as you relax under his touch, loves knowing that you only relax this much with him.
As much as he loves it when you scratch his back, he loves being the one to take care of you like this even more.
There was something about quiet moments like these that he treasured more than anything.
And he wouldn't change a thing about it.
Chenle:
Chenle will never ask you for back scratches.
Not because he doesn't like them, it's quite the opposite actually, but because he won't let you know just how badly they affect him.
The first time you did it he didn't react at all, just continued watching tv like normal. The only sign you had that he registered your movements was the small giggle that he let out when you went too close to his sides and nearly tickled him.
But ever since that day, Chenle had developed a new habit that you were noticing more and more often.
Like now.
You're both sitting on the sofa, Chenle showing you something on his phone, and, as he's talking, he readjusts himself so that his back is pressed against your arm.
You don't say anything, you know he will deny it forever if you do.
Instead you silently lift a hand and begin to trail your fingers up and down his back.
As much as Chenle tries to keep his cool, he cannot help the smile that breaks out across his face every time you do this.
You paused your movements, trying to focus on what Chenle was showing you, but he noticed immediately.
And he nudged back a little further, pressing against your hand.
The second you started moving again that smile came back, this time with a soft sigh as his weight began to slowly lean on you.
Even as he melts into you, he will never fully admit just how much he enjoys it.
But judging by how easily he turns to putty in your hands the second you scratch his back, you don't need him to say it.
Jisung:
Jisung had never even thought about back scratches before you.
The first time you did it, he was a little confused. Even going as far as to ask you what you were doing.
"Scratching your back." You replied, your chin resting on his shoulder as you looked up at him.
"Oh." He replied, looking back at his phone. "It feels nice."
From that moment on he was gone.
The only thing is, he is still a little shy to ask for them, so instead he had adopted a rather effective strategy.
You were lying on the sofa one evening, half-watching something on tv when Jisung walked in.
He doesn't say anything, doesn't even greet you. He simply walked over and flopped down right on top of you.
A small laugh escaped you as he settled down on top of you.
You murmured a greeting into his hair, placing a soft kiss there as your hands instinctively found their way to his back.
The second your fingers started moving, a deep sigh left Jisung and his whole body relaxed on top of you.
Neither of you say anything for a while.
Your fingers keep moving, drawing lines and patterns across his back while the tension in his body leaves with every move of your fingers.
Jisung never needed to ask you to scratch his back, he just lay down on top of you and you knew exactly what he needed.
At this point, it had quietly become one of his favourite places to be.
