your heart dropped the second you saw his name light up.
the last person you ever wanted to send that photo to
you: MARK DON’T OPEN THAT PLEASE I BEG YOU
mark:…too late
he didn’t even pretend to play it cool
mark: you send me a nude and expect me not to react?
mark: because my brain’s trying to stay respectful…
mark: but I’m already imagining my hands where your fingers were
mark: next time, don’t send by accident, come show me on purpose
RENJUN
you were mid-breakdown when the notification popped up.
renjun typing…
you tried to get ahead of it
you: DELETE IT RIGHT NOW I SWEAR I’M GONNA DIE
renjun: you really didn’t mean to send me that?
renjun: you looked like you wanted to be touched
renjun: and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined you in that exact position before
you couldn’t believe your eyes right now
and then:
renjun: come over, let me give you what you’re clearly craving
JENO
panic set in the moment you realized your dumb mistake
the naked selfies you took as joke to send to your bff has gone to jeno instead
you: PLEASE DELETE IT I’M BEGGING YOU
jeno: too late for that
jeno: shit, I can’t stop staring, you looked so fucking pretty
jeno: accident or not, you just handed me something I’ve been fantasizing about for way too long
a moment later, he sent a voice note:
— come over, i wanna see in person
HAECHAN
haechan face timed you immediately. yo answered nervously, and he just looked at you with that cocky little smile, eyes dangerous.
“you really want me to believe that was an accident?”
you nodded, flustered.
he let a low chuckle
“you’re a bad liar”
the camera moved closer to his face.
“you wanted me to see it, and you got what you wanted, because now I’m hard, thinking about making you send another one with your fingers between your thighs.”
you lost your breath.
“do you wanna tease me? then be ready to take it when I show up.”
JAEMIN
you froze when you saw the contact name
you sent your nude to jaemin
you: “I SWEAR IT WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU JAEMIN I’M SO SORRY—”
jaemin: 👀
minutes later, he messaged you again, but it wasn’t through text.
a photo popped up.
his hand wrapped around his dick
then the message:
jaemin: now we’re even
CHENLE
knowing chenle, you expected a scream, a laugh, something chaotic.
and his first reaction was exactly what you expected
chenle: eww
but then…
chenle: I’m trying to joke about it but I can’t
chenle: fuck, I have no idea what you did to me
chenle: do me a favor?
a pause
chenle: next time, send me a video
JISUNG
you thought he’d freak out. God, you’re freaking out cause you sent this to him
you could already picturing him getting shy or frozing is his place
but then he replied
jisung: wow
jisung: I know I wasn’t supposed to see that
jisung: but now I’m picturing that photo but with my hands all over you
you were speechless
jisung: i’ve been trying to act like just a friend
jaemin. “my babygirl is mad at me?” only uses it when he knows you're mad at him. he would probably pull you to him by the waist with a smile that threatens to break his face, eyes so slightly closed that you can see the length of his eyelashes. and although the first few seconds you don't give in, surely the fact that he looks at your lips while he does it end up doing so, every single time.
chenle. “whatever you say, babygirl.” he is to please your whims, even if some go too far. you know that even when he rolls his eyes and puts on a sarcastic tone as he says it, nothing escapes his abilities to get what you want. he can pretend to look annoyed while you thank him by filling him with pecks, but the façade almost never lasts long, as does the waiting.
haechan. “you're my babygirl.” you've said it first, of course, but after babying him all the time, it takes you by surprise. well, you take it as a compliment. you've lent him your jacket because it was cold and he was too stubborn to bring his, he almost never does anything for himself because his friends do it for him and now..., now you find him tying your shoelaces and then kissing your cheek before turning his back to offer you a piggyback home. beyond a compliment, it feels strangely comforting.
jisung. “babygirl.” only when he wakes up still sleepy and find out you're not in bed with him, he calls you when he manages to get up and come for you. he blames his lethargy, although he has been saying it for a long time; and when you hear his voice, you respond, in the living room, while taking a shower, while you cook for both of you..., every time. all the time.
jeno. “my babygirl.” you'll kill him, seriously. he has no other comebacks than that. his only shield, good enough to let it go. it wins all the bickering. disassembled in seconds. not because you don't like it, you immediately bend in half and melt, and it's hard to hide it. that silly smile after, he knows it.
mark. “mmm, babygirl?” he plays it off all the time and says it's because of his frat façade he's pulling to be funny. he swears he hates it. you're pretty sure he doesn't, especially when he forgets he's acting and becomes a mess of affection, his voice sounding completely different than before when he says it against your neck.
renjun. “yes, babygirl.” sweet and mockingly, you know that sometimes you tend to ask about silly things, which he certainly knows the answer. to everything. his soft nod followed by a smile leaves on sight that he finds you tender, and if it's his duty to learn things that you'll probably ask him at some point —because he's worked hard to pretend he knows everything, for you, then so be it.
𝒑. bf!dream × 𝒇.reader ｜ 𝒈. smut ｜ 𝒄. just smut... the title is actually pretty self explanatory :3 ﹕ bookshelf
⸝⸝ notes. idk since when i have this ready, sitting prettily in my drafts... but here it is, finally! hope you guys like it 🤭🤭
﹙ぉ﹚mark.
PORN⎯ it became your guilty pleasure together after that one unforgettable moment. the day you walked in on him — flushed, panting, and achingly hard — his embarrassment was palpable. when he stammered out that he was watching to learn new ways to please you, your heart raced. from that night, it became your shared ritual. now, his hands roam your body as you both watch, whispering filthy promises of what he’ll do to you next.
PRAISE⎯ he lives for your praise, craving every soft-spoken word of admiration. whether it’s a simple “you did so well” or a breathless “you feel so good,” it makes his heart race. his pout is irresistible when your praise doesn’t come quickly enough — he’ll whine, tugging at your attention until you relent. and when it’s his turn, he overwhelms you with devotion: beautiful, perfect, mine. he wants every inch of you to know how loved you are.
THIGH RIDING⎯ he notices how your eyes linger on his thighs — how you bite your lip when he wears those tiny, dangerous shorts with nothing underneath. it’s a game now. he spreads his legs wide, lounging like temptation incarnate until you lose control. once you’ve climbed onto his lap, grinding against him, he’s hooked — loving every desperate gasp as you chase your high, his hands gripping your hips while he watches his pretty girl come undone on his thighs.
RECORDING⎯ it started with voice memos and teasing photos while he was away. you couldn’t resist sending a clip of yourself trembling with pleasure, calling out his name. when he came home, you barely had time to speak before his hands were all over you. “can i record you?” he whispered hoarsely, his phone already out. you agreed, imagining how many times he’d lose himself watching later. now, it’s a shared addiction — capturing every moan, every arch, every filthy moment of you being his.
SPIT KINK⎯ his eyes darken when he tells you, “open up, baby.” but it’s not just the act — it’s what it reveals. when his spit lingers on your lips, untouched, he knows you’re wrecked and raw for him. when you swallow too quickly, he takes it as a challenge. “not done yet,” he growls, determined to break you until there’s no trace of control left — only need, desire, and surrender.
﹙ぉ﹚renjun.
FACE SITTING⎯ he lives for the weight of you, the warmth and wetness of your pussy smothering his face. nothing compares to the feeling of your thighs trembling against his cheeks, your scent filling his lungs as he devours you. and when you hover, hesitant, he growls in frustration. “sit,” he demands, pulling you down with strong hands. “don’t hold back. ride me like you mean it.” the pleasure of being used by you leaves him drunk with desire.
BREAST PLAY⎯ your breasts are his sanctuary — soft, perfect, utterly addictive. he could spend hours touching, squeezing, and tasting. but when you tease him — dragging your breasts over the sensitive tip of his cock — it drives him to madness. his resolve crumbles as he cums hard and fast, groaning your name while his release paints your skin. the sight of you covered in him? pure heaven.
THIGH JOB⎯ when the need overtakes him, he doesn’t wait. you could be cooking or working — it doesn’t matter. he slips between your thighs, cock slick with precum as he thrusts desperately. “don’t move,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded, gripping your hips. the squeeze of your thighs, the soft praise you whisper into his ear, your fingers running through his hair — it all pushes him to the edge. he cums hard, trembling as your words echo in his mind: “my good boy.”
CUM PLAY⎯ despite his usual preference for clean, controlled passion, the sight of his cum mixed with your sweat-covered skin awakens something primal. he smears it across your chest, your stomach — his breath hitching as he admires his handiwork. sometimes, he captures the moment with a discreet photo, though he’ll never admit how much he treasures them. tasting you both, however? that’s no secret.
MUTUAL MASTURBATION⎯ it’s a shared race to the finish line. his fingers pump inside you, matching the rhythm of your hand wrapped around him. the room fills with ragged moans, the heat between you spiraling out of control. the thrill of cumming together — trembling, overstimulated, desperate — is intoxicating. he’ll keep going until you’re both wrecked, craving every last second of shared ecstasy.
﹙ぉ﹚jeno.
SIZE KINK⎯ the contrast between his sheer strength and your smaller frame drives him wild. nothing makes his cock harder than the sight of you fitting so perfectly in his arms, so easy to toss around. he loves keeping you perched on his lap — whether you’re simply relaxing or grinding against him for relief. but his favorite is standing sex. lifting you effortlessly, holding you up as he pounds into you, flexing just to feel the way your body melts, dripping with want.
BELLY BULGE KINK⎯ every inch of him stretches you to your limit. no matter how often you’ve taken him, you always need time to adjust. his large hands tease and prepare you with agonizing patience — long fingers stroking your insides, his tongue working you open until you’re shaking. and then, finally, he slides inside, filling you so deeply that the bulge in your tummy becomes his undoing. the sight of it makes his eyes darken and his hips snap harder, spilling deep inside with each thrust.
MORNING SEX⎯ he lives for waking up to you. the heat of your body wrapped around him, the way your lips close around his cock — it’s his idea of heaven. sleepy hands grip your hips as you ride him, your warmth pulling him into a blissful haze. mornings without your touch feel incomplete; he claims it’s the only way to guarantee a good day, and his slow, lazy thrusts show just how sweet he plans to make yours.
BREEDING KINK⎯ he daydreams of you pregnant far more than he’d admit. his eyes linger on your stomach during sex — not just because of the bulge from his cock but from imagining it round and full with his baby. every thrust is deliberate, a silent promise of filling you with more. and when you moan daddy, it’s over. his hips lose rhythm, his control snaps, and he’s fucking you with abandon, all purpose and no restraint.
OVERSTIMULATION⎯ he can’t stop. you’re so soft, so wet, so intoxicating that he keeps pushing, even after you’ve come. his fingers curl inside you, coaxing more pleasure from your trembling body. your cries make him harder, his breath ragged as he feels your walls flutter around him. when you coat his hand in your release, he’s a mess — groaning, needy, tasting you like a man possessed, determined to have every drop again and again.
﹙ぉ﹚haechan.
MARKING⎯ he wears your marks with pride, turning every mirror into a shrine of your love. hickeys, scratches, and bite marks — they all make his heart race. he traces each with a grin, and when they start to fade, he’s immediately begging for more. “claim me,” he whispers, desperate for your touch. nothing makes him happier than knowing he’s yours — his body, your canvas.
DEGRADING⎯ “you’re pathetic,” you sneer, and he shivers. he’s a slut — your slut — and he needs to be reminded. he loves the sting of your words, the humiliation of your hands slapping his face or his cock. when he’s whining for mercy, tears pricking his eyes, he’s in bliss. he doesn’t want you to be gentle. he wants you to use him, ruin him, leave him begging for more.
DIRTY TALK⎯ his tongue is wicked — sharp, teasing, utterly filthy. he knows how to make you melt with just a few words. before it starts, he whispers sweet nothings, luring you in. then comes the switch: vivid, lewd promises of what he’ll do — bouncing you on his cock until you’re babbling nonsense, stuffing your pretty mouth full while your cunt clenches around him. his hand snakes up your thigh, fingers pressing, pinching, pulling until your head falls back, his words turning into pure sin.
CUM PLAY⎯ he’s obsessed with the mess — your slick on his skin, his seed marking you from head to toe. when jealousy burns, it’s worse. he covers every inch of your body, smearing it into your skin, reminding himself — and you — who you belong to. he doesn’t need proof, but he craves it. “look at you,” he murmurs, voice dripping with possession, as his cum drips down your thighs.
FACE SITTING⎯ he’s addicted to your pussy. it doesn’t matter where, it doesn’t matter when — he needs you on his face. hovering is not an option. “don’t hold back,” he growls. “fucking sit.” he dives in like a man starved, tongue relentless, hands gripping your thighs as he pulls you down harder. your arousal coats his face, and he loves it. the wetter, the better. suffocate him. ruin him. just don’t dare deny him.
﹙ぉ﹚jaemin.
DOLLIFICATION⎯ he loves turning you into his perfect little doll. hands gentle but deliberate as he styles your hair, fastens delicate accessories, and selects the softest, most seductive lingerie. he even adds a touch of blush to your cheeks, taking his time to admire his work — a masterpiece of prettiness before the chaos. but by the end? you’re a beautiful mess. smeared lipstick stains his chest, mascara streaks your cheeks, and your innocence is completely ruined. that’s his favorite part: breaking his delicate doll after crafting her to perfection.
BREEDING KINK⎯ jaemin’s love for the idea of being a father isn’t just a fantasy — it’s an obsession. the moment you tossed the condoms and stopped the pills, it unlocked a new level of hunger in him. every thrust is purposeful, every orgasm focused on filling you with his seed. he watches with dark, hungry eyes as his cum drips from your swollen cunt, mesmerized as he pushes it back inside, determined to keep you full. “how will you get pregnant if it keeps slipping out, baby?” he groans, already fucking you again.
DUMBIFICATION⎯ the way you go blank for him — eyes glassy, mouth parted, words reduced to babbled nonsense — makes him smirk with pride. his cock turns you into a perfect, pliant mess, your mind too far gone to form thoughts. he murmurs depraved things, cooing softly as drool trickles from the corner of your mouth. “my sweet, dumb girl,” he praises, kissing you as you fall apart, fully lost in him.
MANHANDLING⎯ you’re too delicate to handle yourself — at least, that’s how jaemin sees it. shifting positions? not your job. that’s what he’s here for. he lifts, twists, and bends you exactly how he wants, effortlessly maneuvering your pliant body. you love it, and so does he. you’re his to move, to control, to mold — and he takes full advantage, whispering how weak and perfect you are as he fills you to the brim.
RECORDING⎯ a camera roll full of you, his greatest treasure. every arch of your back, every moan, every needy cry — he’s captured them all. each orgasm is immortalized, every sex tape carefully curated for his private viewing. he replays them when he’s away, hand gripping his cock, desperate to relive every moment. “smile for me, baby,” he grins, phone in hand, knowing exactly how pretty you look when you’re cumming just for him.
CORRUPTION KINK⎯ he’s the reason you know how to touch, how to kiss, how to suck — and he loves it. teaching you was the greatest thrill of his life, and the thought of corrupting you over and over again still makes his blood rush. “you don’t know how, do you?” he teases, eyes dark. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll teach you.”
﹙ぉ﹚chenle.
DADDY KINK⎯ the soft, breathy way you call him daddy wrecks him completely. the sweet innocence in your voice, the way you cling to him like he’s your last salvation — it feeds his ego and his darkest desires. he knows he’s the one ruining you, yet you say it like he’s your savior. and deep down, the idea of really being a father someday only makes it hotter.
BREEDING KINK⎯ chenle is determined to make you his — completely, irrevocably his. every time he fills you up, he dreams of the day you’ll carry his baby. he’s long since discarded the condoms, and you’ve caught him more than once browsing baby products online. when he’s fucking you, his mind is already decorating the nursery. “we’ll need another,” he murmurs, thrusting deeper. “one won’t be enough if they don’t look like you.”
DIRTY TALK⎯ the sound of your honeyed whispers — the filth you pour into his ear while your hands roam his body — it makes him dizzy. your need, your shameless craving for him, leaves him breathless. you cling to him, desperate and feral, telling him exactly what you want. his voice grows rough, words tumbling from his lips as he promises to ruin you, to give you everything.
DEGRADING⎯ you’re his princess — his perfect, precious girl. but sometimes, you push too far, teasing him until his control snaps. in those moments, you’re no longer his sweet love — you’re his slut. his to punish, to take, to wreck. “you’re mine,” he growls, voice sharp as his hand marks your skin.
EXHIBITIONISM⎯ possessiveness burns hot in his veins. your pretty moans are for his ears alone, your body belongs to his eyes only. but sometimes, proving that you’re his requires an audience. if someone watches, hears, knows exactly who owns you? he makes sure it’s unforgettable — pounding into you, marking you with every thrust, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind.
﹙ぉ﹚jisung.
SIZE KINK⎯ he didn’t know how much it would turn him on until he saw the way his hands dwarf yours. you’re so small, so soft, and he’s so big. your tiny fingers barely wrap around his cock, your body stretches perfectly beneath him, and your mouth struggles to take him. it’s intoxicating — the contrast, the vulnerability, the way you whimper when he fills you to the hilt.
BELLY BULGE KINK⎯ “look at that,” he whispers, pride swelling as he presses his palm against the outline of his cock in your tummy. he pushes gently, relishing the way your body reacts, eyes rolling back as pressure intensifies the stretch. he drags it out, slow thrusts keeping you full as you beg for more, too wrecked to think of anything but how deeply he’s buried inside you.
ICE PLAY⎯ the moment ice touches your heated skin, your shiver sends a thrill straight to his core. you gasp, squirm, and cling to him, vulnerable and exposed, and he lives for it. the contrast between the cold and your warm body drives him wild — a game of sensation that leaves you trembling and begging for his touch.
DRY HUMPING⎯ he’s addicted to how desperate you get, grinding against him like you can’t help yourself. he watches, smirking, as you ride his thigh or rut against his lap, chasing pleasure even through layers of fabric. public places are his favorite — subtle thrusts, barely restrained moans, your panties damp as he whispers how pathetic and needy you are.
SEXTING⎯ the first time made him blush so hard he could barely breathe. now? he’s a master of it. teasing you through the phone, describing every filthy thing he wants to do, sending pictures that make you squirm. it’s become a game, a wicked build-up to the nights when you’re finally together, messy and breathless from all the waiting.
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7dream as college boyfriends hihi... includes headcanons on them as a student!
MARK LEE:
he has a double degree. just like he's in two teams, this man juggles two majors, which are music composition and english literature! he's usually found in the faculty studio, headphones on and a pen in hand.
mark's the type to always have a notebook in his bag! often, he'd be found writing down things... and when i say often, i really mean often. people always assume it's lyrics but sometimes it's love letters for you.
speaking of, love letters! mark is big on love letters, gives you one at least once a month! they're always so sweet too, and he always starts off his letters with "my dear," or "my darling."
obviously, mark's constantly busy. if he's not in the studio, then he's in the library. regardless, he makes sure to always make time for you. if he doesn't have time to go on a proper date, he'd include you in his day instead. like, if he's doing an assignment then he'll come over to yours. you'd be watching tv and he'd rest his legs on your lap as he types away... just so you can feel that he's there!
mark also loves movie marathons. he makes it like a twice a month kinda thing, and he's lowkey serious about it. he'd set up a nice atmosphere — makes sure that it's the right temperature, and prepares the coziest pillows, with the nicest snacks.
it's cute how if you try to kiss him during the movie, he'll push away and go "babe, this part's interesting!" this loser omg... ends up giving in anyway and you end up making out LOL
also he rambles so much, like seriously. tells you about his day a lot. watch out for random voice notes of him rambling about something happened. it's like you're his diary or something.
HUANG RENJUN:
passionate art student forreal. always seen in the art studio, laser-focused on a canvas or a sculpture. always turns in his assignments in time, the kind of student people silently admire because of how passionate he can be.
sometimes makes you the subject of his artworks. whether it be the landscape of a place you love, or a portrait of you — you're renjun's muse. makes you pose for him for hours and sneaks you kisses every now and then just to keep you motivated. he doesn't do this all the time but it's often enough that his classmates know you lol.
the kind of boyfriend to give random, thoughtful gifts. sometimes it's cute handicraft things like a sun-catcher, sometimes it's a bookmark with a painting of your favourite scenery on it.
big on quality time! your dates doesn't even need to be fancy, renjun's content with a simple lunch at a hotpot restaurant. just wants to spend some time with you <3
he plans a lot of your dates. this might be an unpopular opinion but he's quite the romantic. he'll find a free weekend and plan out a proper date. starts with picking you up, then brings you to a picnic spot you've never even heard about. prepares literally all the food and the activities you'll do (of course he'll make you pose for a sketch again), takes about a gazillion pictures of you. and then for dinner he'll take you to a restaurant and then go on a walk along a river before he finally takes you home.
and it's not over when he takes you home... of course he'll make you a little supper and help you take off your make up before tucking you in. he's just so sweet.
LEE JENO:
jeno is an architecture major. busy 24/7, but always makes time for you. always stressed but you can never really tell because he tries to be calm around you, always wants to be someone you can lean on.
study dates all the time! always working on some kind of project so study dates occur often. sometimes he'd be building a mock-up on the floor and he'll let you lay on his lap and help him here and there… maybe glue some trees… but he always includes you in things just to spend time with you.
midnight drives every time things get overwhelming. he likes driving you in the city at midnight, enjoying how the streets are empty and the skyscrapers glimmer with light. drives one-handed with his free hand on your thigh. shows you all his favourite buildings and shares a little lore behind them.
has a tendency to ramble without noticing, but only when there's just the two of you. he would share some things he learned during class while walking out of campus with you, hand in hand. also has a habit of puckering his lips when talking and it's the most endearing thing ever.
in a frat only because mark and jaemin somehow dragged him into it. obviously attends the parties (only because they're the hosts) but prefers to sit on the couch with you.
not the biggest on pda, but he'll happily walk around the campus with you. doesn't post on social media much either but every now and then he'll post a random photo on you.
LEE HAECHAN:
perhaps this is a hot take but i think he would be a public relations major LOL. it would suit him!!! the major focuses mainly on practical work and he likes that. excels in the course because he has that natural aura that makes people want to listen to him every time he presents.
might i also add that he's the kind to bring a single pen and notebook to lectures and borrows the other shit from people...
speaking on presentations, he makes you give him a ‘good luck kiss’ every time he has one. “if you don't kiss me and i fail, that would be on you.” and when he gets complimented on his presentation he texts you “i told you the kiss is important.”
goes to a lot of parties and is a social butterfly. he's also straight-forward (and lowkey unashamed…) met you for the first time at a 127 frat party and tells you straight-up that he's into you. he's got no time to be shy! catches you sitting alone by the pool, approaches you and asks for your number. he can't hide the grin on his face when you type in your number.
every time you're at a party and you're playing a party game like spin the bottle he chants "please let it be yn please please please" as if you're not already together??
whiny. like seriously whiny.
the kind of boyfriend to say “ugh you're so clingy,” but he's literally clingier than you are. memorized your schedule and would wait for your classes to finish. his class ended at 11 but here he is waiting until 2 just to eat with you. stands outside the lecture hall with your favourite drink saying, “aren't i the best boyfriend ever?”
haechan's class outfits are simple. a sweater, a pair of jeans, and sneakers. he likes to keep it simple but he'll happily surrender himself to you when you want to style him. stays still and patiently poses for pictures just because he knows it makes you happy.
very proud to have you! mentions you anytime he can, the kind of boyfriend to consistently say “oh my girlfriend told me…” “oh my girlfriend has that too…” okay dude we get it, you've got a girlfriend.
leaves cute little post-it notes around your dorm! especially during days when he knows you're stressed. you'll find them on your fridge, on your mirror — consisting of silly sketches and words like “i love you!!!!”
you're the most hated couple in the campus because of the pda… like oh my god you’re together we get it — chill haechan you can get your hand off their waist now thank you.
NA JAEMIN:
medicine major! jaemin's particularly interested in plastic surgery because he thinks it's so cool that you can reconstruct faces. he's also good at convincing people so he'd do good in this field.
jaemin's really good at planning dates. he often does the planning for your dates, from what date, what time, to the venue. and the date ideas are quite creative, he would do things like pottery, to picnics, etc. he'd pick you up in the morning, waiting by your door with flowers. smiles so wide upon seeing you, twirling you around telling you how pretty you look. brings you for pottery and it's so fun!! makes you a mug and paints it our favourite colour, does some cheesy shit like carving your initials under the mug too.
changes your pet name every 5 days. name a term of endearment, he's probably called you that. ranges from basic things like “babe,” “baby,” to some real weird shit like “sugarplum,” or “honey poo.” today it's “pumpkin…” next week, who knows? sets your contact name to something ridiculous like “sugarplum honey poo poo pie.” when you ask why, he'll tell you, “because even seeing the name will make me laugh and it'll lift my mood even more to talk to you and our conversations will be more meaningful.” okay smooth.
jaemin would go to your classes for fun. he'll sit in during lectures, scribbles some of the notes just for fun. if you share any class with him, he'd invite you to play tic-tac-toe on his ipad. he definitely has an ipad but only uses it to play games btw. and if you want to skip class he'll go to your class and sign the attendance for you. he's got you dw!!!
actions of service is one of his love languages. on days where it's too tiring to do anything, he'll drop by your dorm, cook your comfort food and help out with your chores. by the time you wake from your nap, he's done your laundry, washed the dishes, and is now laying beside you, with heart-shaped pancakes left on your table.
ZHONG CHENLE:
sports science major of course. probably has a basketball scholarship. and he makes you come to every games, even got a custom jersey for you made. your lucky number along with 'zhong' in the back. he gets so hyped whenever he sees you in a crowd.
chenle practically lives in your dorm. you don't remember but it just happened. he just comes over so often that it's come to a point where he would go even when you're not around — you would come home from class and see him lounging on your bed eating a bag of your chips. he says it's because he likes being surrounded by your smell but you have a hunch it's because your pantry is always filled T_T
on the occasion where he actually leaves your dorm for his (which is rare,) he would leave his hoodies around which smells so much like him. it's definitely a ploy to get you wearing them because he thinks you look so cute with them on.
loves cooking together with you. sometimes it's something as simple as tomato eggs, but he just loves doing it with you. lets you sit on the counter and steals kisses from you as he cooks.
so gossipy it's crazy. he's the honorary boyfriend allowed during girls' nights because he's got all the tea. curls up beside you, massaging your arm as he tells everybody about what he heard from haechan's girlfriend or something. if you know something and you need a continuation to the drama... give him 3-5 business days and he'll find out.
yes you are his partner but chenle absolutely refuses to lose any game. nope. so competitive, he's serious as he stares at the screen and clicks on the controller. tells you he let you win if he loses LOL.
PARK JISUNG:
performing arts major!! and you bet he's not letting you miss out on a show ever or he’ll sulk with you so bad… one time you overslept and missed his performance and it took you an entire day to comfort him. (hint: you have to compliment him so much that he physically cannot take it anymore and he's turning all red and all he could do is smile stupidly.)
jisung's like an emo loser but he's not actually emo, he just looks like it. with his red hair and his glasses, he really looks like a loser. especially because he's always minding his business quietly with earphones on. little does everyone know (except you) he's probably blasting one direction. most emo music he listens to is probably mcr.
he likes to take the bus to campus with you. he'll walk to the bus stop by your dorm, ride the bus together with you and his favourite thing is to share earphones. has an exclusive playlist (updated weekly) for your bus rides.
chronic reel sender! you’ll wake up and see about fifteen reels sent to you…even sends them when he's bored in class. also sends “this is us” memes.
always treasures your gifts. you gave him a jacket once and he’s posted a picture with it like five times… and he only has seven posts…
makes excuses just to not end your dates!!! a simple lunch date could extend to a midnight walk by the han river with him. he simply refuses to send you back home. suddenly he’s craving for ice cream, suddenly he thinks you need to get a breath of fresh air together. almost always ends with you spending the night.
still so shy despite having been together for a while. just linking fingers with you in public has him sheepishly smiling. so cute.
