…love when you play with his hair. Whether you're doing it just for fun or passing the time while you're watching something together, Felix lets you do pretty much whatever you want with it. Braid it, put it into little ponytails, pull it back into a bun. As long as you run your fingers through it, you can completely ruin whatever style he had before. Honestly, he doesn't even mind. He enjoys every second of your gentle fingers running through his hair, the slow scratch of your nails against his scalp, the familiar little tug whenever you gather his hair between your fingers. He closes his eyes without even thinking, shoulders gradually relaxing as he leans into your touch. Sometimes he sits between your legs on the floor, completely trusting you to do whatever you want with him. Other times, he drops his head into your lap and wordlessly hand you a hair tie. He may act nonchalant, but he just likes the excuse to be still with you. Likes knowing your hands are in his hair. Likes the quiet intimacy of something so ordinary becoming something special only the two of you share.
"Wait, baby, come back...just five more minutes...?"
…let you sit in his lap while he's playing computer games. There are two best ways to do this: the first is chest to chest, your legs resting on either side of his hips, your arms tucked comfortably between your bodies and your face buried against the warm crook of his neck. He keeps one arm securely around your waist while the other moves the mouse, occasionally squeezing you closer when he feels you adjust in his lap. The second way is when you lounge back against his chest, your body fitting easily between his arms as he guides your hands over the keyboard. His chin rests on your shoulder while he patiently teaches you the controls, his fingers settling over yours whenever you forget which keys to press. And somehow, between the warmth of his chest against your back and his hands covering yours, you stop caring whether you ever actually learn how to play. It's less about playing the game and more about being close anyway. Snuggles and practice are usually the reasons you find yourself in his lap, but if you ever climb into it because you're having a genuinely awful day, especially with tears already slipping down your cheeks — that quit button has never been pressed so fast. Keyboard abandoned. Headset off. Game forgotten. His arms are around you before you even explain what's wrong, pulling you against his chest as his hands move gently up and down your back.
"Hold on, let me pull you up a bit. There we go, just needed you a bit closer. Comfy, baby? Wanna wear my hoodie while we play?"
…teach you how to bake, only to accidentally teach you the wrong thing and then have to teach you all over again. Which, honestly, you should've known was going to happen the second he came strutting into the kitchen with that all too familiar cocky attitude and swagger he puts on when he wants to impress you. The kitchen is a mess by the time you're halfway through the recipe. Milk spilt on the counter, sugar on the floor, cocoa powder on Felix's cheek. You don't even know how the flour got in your hair. And yet, each time he gives you instructions — no matter how against logic they may seem — you do exactly what he says. And apparently, his solution to teaching you “properly” is to stand directly behind you, reach around your waist, and place his hand over yours on the mixing spoon. As if the mixing is the most arduous part of the recipe. But you don't mind. He's laughing. And his chin is resting on your shoulder while he guides your hands around the bowl. And you turn your head just enough to give him a suspicious look when he not-so-secretly sticks his finger in the batter for the millionth time.
"No, they're supposed to look like that. They're...special recipe brownies. Of course, I know what I'm doing!"
…share one of his airpods with you whenever you go out together. It’s more unusual to find Felix without music playing. There's almost always something filling the background of his day. Music drifting quietly from his speaker while he's getting ready, headphones on while he's working, one earbud in while he's walking around the house listening to some half-finished demo Channie sent him. Music is simply part of how he exists. And because it's such a big part of his world, sharing it with you feels really natural. He loves letting you into the little things that make him happy, even when they're completely insignificant to everyone else. A song he discovered at two in the morning. An artist he's suddenly obsessed with. A strange genre rabbit hole he's fallen into recently. A playlist he's spent far too much time arranging because the transition between two songs sounded way too good. Oh yes, he's constantly making new playlists. Some carefully curated. Some basically musical chaos. And some just fifteen random songs he happened to like that day. Eventually, you start doing the same thing. You hear a song and immediately think of him. You find something you know he'll like and save it for the next time he puts an airpod in your ear. You start sending him songs, too. It becomes like your own little secret language. And Felix absolutely treasures that. Because to him, sharing music isn't just sharing something to listen to. It's sharing little pieces of himself.
"Wait wait, listen to this one next! This song is my favorite."
…actively listen when you come to him with your worries and frustrations. And not the kind of listening where someone nods along while secretly thinking about what they're going to say next. Felix actually listens. You can tell by the way he looks at you when you're talking, even when you're rambling or going in circles trying to explain what happened. He remembers little details, like when you change your opinion mid-rant or when your voice changes while talking about a certain person. He somehow has cracked the code and can tell when you're upset about what happened versus when you're upset about how it made you feel. And then he asks questions. Not a million all at once or so many you feel like you're being interrogated, but the ones that show he's actually paying attention, and he wants to understand. It's nice that he doesn't immediately jump into problem-solving mode, either. If you want advice, he'll give it. If you want to complain about the same thing in three different ways, he'll let you. When you do ask what he thinks, he's honest, but gentle about it. Sometimes his advice is practical. Sometimes it's simply reminding you that you don't have to deal with everything tonight. In the end, he just makes sure you don't feel alone in whatever it is. Your feelings matter to him, even when the problem seems small. Even when you think you're being dramatic. Even when you're frustrated over something you'll probably laugh about tomorrow. He never makes you feel stupid for caring. Because when you come to Felix with something weighing on your mind, you're never wondering whether he's actually on your side. He is. Not blindly, and not just because you're his girlfriend. But because he genuinely cares about you.
"You know you can always come to me, right, baby? Tell me what's upsetting you, and don't be so hard on yourself. You're not bothering me. I love you. I want to listen."
Straykids members and which (Bayverse) Autobots I think would take on being their guardian.
Absolutely no one requested it but I have hyperfixations I need to feed!!
Disclaimer: This is obviously all fiction and is not meant to represent the Straykids members in any true way. Also, none of the pictures in the banners are mine, but I did make the banners themselves.
Hyung Line (You are here!!) // Maknae Line
Word Count: 985
Warnings: Slight mention of Ironhide being a ‘war veteran’, no details
Bang Chan and Optimus Prime
Come on, we all knew this was gonna happen-
Chan and Prime are both leaders of their respective groups. They often have meaningful talks about how to give better advice and how to handle their own emotions when situations get tough. Now, Chan does have his own car that isn’t Optimus, I feel like thats a given, as it’s not very subtle to drive around a flame painted Peterbilt. Nonetheless, Optimus does still supervise him through GPS (basically Autobot Life 360), he’s always parked near in case of an emergency. Luckily during concerts, Optimus can fit in with the other rigs that held the band’s equipment.
There was one time a Stay caught a photo of Chan getting out of Optimus’s vehicle form and the company put out a statement denying it was even Chan. The picture was half blurred and only half of his face was visible, also why tf would an Idol be riding shotgun in a Semi-Truck?? Chan does drive to the outskirts of Seoul to meet up with Optimus when he doesn’t have schedules right after, when he has a long weekend or when he needs to take a breatherm that’s when he appreciates the fellow leader’s words of wisdom.
Lee Know and Hot Rod
Certified Sassy Pants vs. Chaos Incarnate
Hot Rod has such a short fuse for bullshit and he is absolutely the king of sass. His little quip about his how to pronounce his name and then his reaction to the comment of his accent (In TLK) really drives that home for me. Minho absolutely does not help the chaos, he even eggs it on. They both act like siblings, always trying to peeve the other off even though they’d both probably die for each other. Minho will fully tease the autobot, fueling the fire, just pouring gasoline on it and proceeding to watch Hot Rod blow a fuse on another comrade or even on him if he rage baits the lambo enough. 9/10 times Hot Rod crashes about dumb shit so none of the autobots really takes him seriously. He can thank Minho for that-
Hot Rod doesn’t drive Minho around every day due to his flashy vehicle mode, but he does drive him to every event he goes to where he doesn’t have to show up with the group out of the same van. Whether at Fashion Week, Solo photoshoots/ schedules, or sometimes when he goes to a convenience store the orange and black sports car be spotted carting the Idol around. Some Stay speculate it’s his car, loving the photos of him in and by the sleek car. They joked that when Changbin was speculated to be driving a Lambo, that it was actually Minho’s and he was letting Bin to borrow it. Other Stay joke that Minho has a Sugar Daddy who carts him around everywhere.
(Little do they its a thousand+ year old, French accented Autobot and luckily not a 65 year old man)
Changbin and Ironhide
Bin and Hide’s personalities are, imo, very different. It feels like they would have more a father son relationship to me.
Okay, now this is a vehicle Changbin takes with him everywhere, he has a second car just incase someone starts to associate the truck mode of Hide’s with Bin. He doesn’t want to make the bot change his well-loved vehicle form just because Stay quill absolutely notice him getting in and out of the American Made truck. Trucks are seen as more luxury and rare in South Korea, more akin to ‘hobby vehicles’ Changbin just really tries not to get seen, parking in back lots or a few blocks from whichever store or restaurant he’s at. Also lowkey because Ironhide’s FAT ASS truck form can’t fit in most parking spots and garages… Inconvenient, but he loves his guardian.
Ironhide is very protective of Changbin, he supports how loud and passionate the rapper is. He is Bin’s dedicated bodyguard and is the more level-headed of the two. Ironhide is a seasoned war veteran, he tries to lead conversations with meaningful advice in his words, trying to be someone Changbin can rely on when he’s in a rough patch, but Ironhide can also get extraordinarily slightly trigger happy. He’s also another Autobot with a short fuse. Whenever Changbin needs advice Ironhide is there with words of wisdom. Whenever Bin needs silence, Ironhide is there to provide a stress free ride around Seoul or even into the countryside. And when Ironhide goes off the rails, Changbin is there to help reel him in, being there for the Autobot as he has for Bin.
Hyunjin and Drift
Double artists, different mediums <3
Hyunjin is a painter, Drift is a writer, they’re both artists in their own respective mediums and they both will sit together and work on their passions, giving criticisms and compliments to each other’s work. Sometimes Drift even helps with lyric suggestions for SKZ songs, especially because he writes haikus. His are more poetic with deeper or double sided meanings. The two of them often go for long drives and multi-day vacations, 9 times out of 10 they try to head to a secluded place so Drift can actually transform and stretch his legs.
The Mercedes model of Drift’s is less of an eyesore than the Bugatti, while Hyunjin shortly mourned the signature blue of his guardian, he did appreciate less heads turning whenever he went for a drive. Of course, a good handful car gurus would sometimes point at the unpopular car, but Hyunjin doesn’t mind. He likes that others can see the tastefulness in Drift’s vehicle form. There have been a few times where Stay have caught him getting out of the car, luckily it was when he was exiting the passenger seat. He however wasn’t sure how to feel about the passenger princess allegations that flooded his Bubble and Twitter after that photo leaked.
Let me know your thoughts in the comments!! Reblogs are appreciated!!
why do so many people not understand social anxiety. i feel like an idiotic coward every day and no one seems to understand. it's not that easy to just "be yourself" in a school and county where if i do, i'll get humiliated in front of everyone
and the ones who say it are always the reason i act like this in the first place like ffs
why is this the youth that i was told to enjoy
anyways currently working on some headcanons that some anon sent in
ITS LIKE THIS EXACT SITUATION TOO BRO OMG Y'ALL WE'RE ALL INTERLINKED
CW: VERY suggestive in Han's... Unpopular opinions fr
A/N: First skz fanfic thing kinda nervous 👉👈 THIS IS ALL MY OPINION. I DO NOT KNOW THESE MEN. YOU DO NOT KNOW THESE MEN. THIS IS JUST FOR FUN. PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME. I AM JUST A LIL GUY OK
Bang Chan
I strongly believe this man is a shy little dumpling
Like he gives me "baby's first crush" but like also "I will provide for you and you will not stop me."
Like he will giggle and blush and squirm and grin ear to ear every second you're around
He DEMANDS kisses and hand holding but will hide his dumb little smile in his hoodie or your neck
But then when it calls for it, he is the perfect gentleman.
Pulls out chairs for you
Holds the door open
Ties your shoes
He'd even lay his coat down if there was a puddle
Princess treatment frfr
And good luck holding ANYTHING
What's the point of having a big strong boyfriend if said big strong boyfriend can't show how big and strong he is???
Oh he'd also totally annoy you with aggressive aegyo
Like to the max
Doesn't matter if you find it cute or cringe
He's doing it
Cause he knows it makes you laugh regardless
Minho
I think you probably expect this but
✨Catboy✨
Boy always wants to be cuddling
Always wants to be touching
Is always teasing
But I also firmly believe he'd be one of those boyfriends where you do something so normal, so miniscule and he's just "ughhh my girlfriend is so CUTE!"
Like he easily gets cuteness aggression from you
Throws his head back and groans like it's he most devastating thing in the world
Meanwhile all you did was throw a can away
God forbid you intentionally do something cute
Minho: I suddenly have the overwhelming need to bite.
And he will.
He will.
Also constant butt smacks
Not even in a sexual way half the time
You'll just be standing there and hell have his hand on your ass
Pat pat pat pat pat
So light and casual
But really who's surprised
Changbin
Boyfie?
Hubby?
No, sorry. That's eomma. Or baby. Depends.
Listen, he's clearly a mamas boy, and he's so cute with his older sister
(Y'all know that video of him visiting his family and he wants to cook on the grill but his sister is doing it instead, and he keeps coming back like "Noona lemme help 🥺👉👈")
If your younger, prepare for him to basically be your mom.
He's got everything scheduled
He's learning to cook your fav meals
He's taking care of you
He's fussing over your clothes and hair and doing the mom finger clean thing because that's what his mom and big sister taught him, and what makes him happy, so he wants to make you happy too!
But if you're older
I'm sorry
But you've heard the song Wow
Just call him a good boy and your strong man and you're fine lmao
Hyunjin
Romantic? Sure!
Thoughtful? Yea!
Sweet? Of course!
Needlessly dramatic? Duh!
But seriously we all know this lmao
He's an absolute loser stuck in a hot body
And I mean that affectionately
He'd do the most attractive things
Move in the most sensual way
Make a borderline erotic noise
And not even know it
Looking at you like ??????
Meanwhile you're salivating wondering how TF you managed to bag such a baddie
Like fr he'd invite you to practice and would be drenched in sweat, turning to you with that cute ass grin of his and have the nerve to be like "what did you think?"
As if youre not drenched in your own way just by watching him
👉👉 haha get it?
Cause-
Anyways,
He'd said before he sees no reason to draw or paint people he would see everyday, so I personally don't think he'd draw you as a whole
But maybe cute little scenes like a necklace you wore with your collarbones or something aesthetic and artsy like that <3
Also this is coming from an artist, I'm sorry but he's not sitting you on his lap as he paints
I can't imagine anyone doing that
That's such an awkward position 😭
Han
I'm gonna need you guys to hear me out on this one okay
I don't see Han as a bottom.
I SAID HEAR ME OUT 🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️
I myself am a shy, socially awkward, anxiety ridden agoraphobic.
And people always site his shyness and awkwardness as proof he's a bottom/submissive
But listen.
Listen.
You know how confident a shy person can get when around someone they are comfortable with?
You see how flirty and down bad Han is for his members at all times?
You see how he only really backs down when someone starts to get "more dominant" around him?
That just proves to me this man is baby in he streets daddy in the sheets okay
I can just see this man grinning wide when you're both alone, teasing you until you're a blushing mess, reveling in the power he has over you.
He's like a hungry hyena, giggling and toying with his prey.
I could say more but imma leave that there~
Felix (my man frfrfr)
I know you're all expecting me to say cute kitty mew mew sunshine boyfriend
Lil soft blorbo
But no
This man is my bias.
And I can say with 100% confidence he would be a MENACE.
I'm talking the most menace out of the whole group.
I said what I said.
Mans is teasing
Rage baiting
(Lovingly) Bullying you
Pranking you
With your consent of course
If you don't like any of this, if any of it went too far or genuinely makes you uncomfy/sad, he'd pull back and apologize and not do any of it
But if you were okay with it, he would absolutely just be feral
He'd also be very sweet
Making cookies and brownies
Playing games with you
Matching outfits
All the compliments in the world
But don't think you'd be able to run away from him putting one of those rubber spiders on your bed just to see you cling to him.
On another note
Brat tamer/hard dom Felix
Anyways!!!
Seungmin
Another controversial opinion
I genuinely believe he is a complete loverboy
The definition of puppy love
Like he melts and has the goofiest grin whenever you walk into the room
Softens instantly the moment you talk to him or hold his hand
Only ever nice to you
Constantly talks about you
Always thinking about you
His world revolves around you
He's all whiny when you're away from him
Making grabby hands like "babyyy 🥺🥺🥺"
Begging you to cuddle him
He just loves you so much
There's teasing of course
The occasional joke and all
But he's just so whipped
I.N
Ah yes, finally
The maknae
Surprisingly the most normal
I see him very reserved and traditional
Someone who takes things slow
Polite and gentlemanly
Like he wants to try and prove he's the perfect man and make you happy
THANK YOU EYIN ( @platypusundercover ) for making these!! they were SOO FUN!! (also, under the cut i explain each tier if you wanna see my headcanons :))
1) Sleepover:
i.n is done with everyone’s bs (/lh), he’s tired of his members and is definitely in bed first LOL
chan would kiss everyone goodnight because are you kidding?? he’s chan.
changlix is hype, trying to get everyone to play the classic party/sleepover games. they might even try to start a pillow fight…
2min will menacingly stand in front of everyone’s bed to jumpscare them when they wake ofc, especially han. they think he’s fun to scare :P
hyunsung is DEFINITELY painting their nails, talking about ALL the hot gossip until like 3am—when they get told by everyone else they’re being “too loud” so they end up having to go to bed.
2) Beach:
chanlix loves the water, so they drop everything off in the other members hands so they can race to the ocean. chan can run faster, but he let’s felix win most of the time :)
lino, still protective of his abs, will stay in the shade. he also just hates getting sunburnt.
seungbin go against each other in a sandcastle building context, both getting increasingly competitive, and sabotaging the other. in the end, neither of them win because lino was the judge and he said he didn’t like either of the castles. (how dare he!)
hyunin both like to relax at the beach, but ALWAYS forget to grab their sunscreen. they usually feel a burn about an hour into tanning—and then both of them are furiously rubbing spf on each other’s backs, but they’re already tomatoes so it doesn’t do much.
the members think it’s hilarious when han falls asleep, even though this time he “says he won’t” because they bury his body under the sand every single time they go to the beach—and han wakes up confused, every. single. time.
3) Airport
2min were somehow put in charge of the luggage?? so lino is pushing the cart around with seungmin sitting on it :]
i.n and bin are trying to make sure they have everything, but keep forgetting one more thing that they “need” on their carry-on. they’re probably the last to check in.
chan made everyone get up at the crack of dawn to get to the airport, bc he knows the company would kill them if the boys missed this flight.
hyunsung wears a full fit to the airport bc they know pics are gonna be taken of them, but forget that metal detectors exist—so they have to keep going back and keep taking off more and more jewelry/belts/and other accessories.
felix loves the airport and is always prepared for them! all the flight attendants and staff love him so they give him plenty of freebies and extra snacks “on the house”
hope you enjoyed these very small drabbles (if you could even call them that?) bc i enjoyed writing them :)
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i'd say the first iloveu could go both ways .. but it would definitely happen on some random tuesday .. where the laundry still needed folding, the sink had two mugs soaking in it, and the both of you looked a little ugly from being comfortably exhausted.
because that's how chris loves first; with routines & muscle memory, over words.
that means .. remembering your coffee order before you do. plugging your phone in after you fall asleep because he already knows you forgot again. laughing when your icy feet disappear beneath his thighs because, "you’re freezing, baby!" before wrapping your prized sanrio blanket tighter around you anyway.
the words come much, much later.
because to christopher, saying i love you is definitely not something you throw into the air.
this is after one of his late nights. he gets home well past midnight, shoulders slumped beneath his hoodie, smelling faintly of the studio and fabric softener. the apartment is crazy dark except for the slight glow of the television that you didn't remembered turning off.
you're asleep on the couch exactly where he knew you'd be, despite promising you wouldn't wait up .. as always!
because how were you ever supposed to feel at home without your boyfriend's arms draped all over you?
he crouches in front of you immediately, eyebrows knitting together. "oh baby .. why are you sleeping here?"
your eyes barely open, "wanted to see you." that's it, four sleepy little words.
and something inside his chest genuinely forgets how to work, so he doesn't say much after that.
instead, he stays impossibly close. one hand resting on your waist while you're both brushing your teeth, his forehead finding yours while leftovers spin lazily in the microwave, pulling you onto his lap instead of sitting beside you, as though even six inches suddenly feels unreasonable.
he gets like that whenever his feelings become too big for language.
later, you're sitting between his legs on the couch, wrapped inside the same sanrio blanket, which, to be honest, was a bit small for the both of you to fit under .. so naturally, he draped most of the blanket over you than himself. his chin rests on your shoulder while his thumb lazily traces invisible constellations across your palm, connecting stars only the two of you could ever see.
he hasn't stopped touching you all night .. which says something, considering how clingy channie already is.
"you okay?" you ask.
"yeah," pause. "just thinking." and another .. "you make bad days feel less bad."
you giggle. "that’s cute."
"don’t laugh, i'm being serious!"
you turn just enough to look at him.
and somehow the man who stands in front of stadiums without blinking suddenly can't make eye contact with one girl sitting in his lap. his girl.
his ears bloom pink.
his fingers fidget with yours.
"i think—" he stops & groans dramatically, then buries his face into your neck with all the dignity of a man accepting defeat.
"god, this is embarrassing .."
"christopher!"
"i love you, okay?" muffled into your shoulder. "like .. a lot. probably too much."
and because he's chan, silence lasts approximately half a second.
"don’t react yet, wait. actually— react! no wait—" you kiss him before he can spiral any further.
his shoulders soften first, then the tiny breath he didn't realize he'd been holding finally escapes, like he'd been standing on the edge of something terrifying .. only to discover you had been waiting there the whole time.
now .. scenario 2, maybe you say it first.
after he spends nearly twenty minutes patiently drying your hair because you were too tired to bother. carefully combing through every knot like it was the most important job he'd ever been given, mumbling apologies whenever he accidentally tugged a little too hard.
the room smells like shampoo, and the hairdryer clicks off. and you smile, "i love you."
he freezes, completely buffering, and staring at you like you'd just reached into the sky and handed him the moon.
"you love me?"
"yeah?"
"like… for real?"
and when you laugh, he practically launches himself at you, pulling you into the safest hug you've ever known. "okay," he whispers into your hair. "good, because i've been trying not to say it for weeks."
amd after that .. he never really stops.
before falling asleep? iloveu! pressed against your temple while you're waiting in line at the grocery store? iloveu! half-asleep in the morning? iloveu! while you're making coffee? iloveu! while you're looking out the car window? iloveu!
sometimes just because he looked at you for a second too long? "i love you."
"you said that five minutes ago, channie."
"yeah, and?"
minho ಄
it clearly wasn’t planned .. nothing with minho ever was.
one second you were both in your shared apartment arguing over whether he overfeeds soonie (he does) while he cooked dinner and you sat on the counter swinging your legs, stealing slices of tomatoes off his cutting board. and the next, you were exhausted after a long week, leaning your cheek against his shoulder while he stirred something on the stove, and it just slipped out.
quietly too! a small, "i love you, you know that?"
and for maybe three seconds—which is a lot for lee minho by the way, the world stopped.
because this man, who always had something to say, suddenly had nothing.
he blinked once .. twice .. turned back to the stove .. stirred absolutely nothing because the pan didn’t need stirring anymore .. and you caught the tips of his ears turning pink.
"why are you saying weird things while i’m cooking?" he mumbled.
you immediately panicked. "oh—sorry—you don’t .. have to say it back, i just—"
"did i say that?"
you stared .. & he refused to look at you.
"you’re making this awkward," he added, except his voice was quieter now.
i feel like minho is not the grand-confession typa guy, honestly ! love with him always lived in different places like packed lunches, his bundles (and yours), warming your side of the bed, and sending photos of dori at 2pm with zero context .. so hearing those words? it hit him harder than expected.
you hopped off the counter dramatically. "okay! wow y/n, new high score .. rejected in your own home .."
and before you could fully walk away, his hand caught your wrist lightly. “mm,” he'd hum; you turned.
he still wasn’t looking directly at you, by the way! very brave of him.
"i love you too."
"…that’s it?"
he finally looked up with that stupid smirk, "do you want fireworks? a parade?"
"yes, actually. and more noodles."
"tough."
but after dinner, he was .. weird? weird as in following you room to room weird. sitting closer on the couch weird. letting you steal his hoodie without fighting weird. at one point you caught him staring while you played with doongi.
"what?"
"nothing."
"you’re staring."
he looked away immediately. "you said you loved me first! so you deal with the consequences."
"the consequences being?"
he pulled you down beside him until your head rested on his shoulder naturally, like muscle memory.
"this," he said quietly.
later that night, when you were half asleep and tangled together under blankets, you felt him press a kiss near your temple, soft enough that you almost missed it.
"say it again tomorrow," he whispered, and you smiled into his chest. pfft what a tsundere. failed successfully!
bini ಄
this man loves loudly but accidentally !!!!!!
you're both tucked away at home, an evening where neither of you bothers pretending to look presentable. sleep still lingers in your eyes, your hair has long since given up, and somewhere between the quiet hum of the refrigerator and the soft music playing in the background, the apartment feels wonderfully lived in.
you're perched on the kitchen counter while he cooks, as if there aren't perfectly good chairs a few feet away, but he simply functions better when you're within reach. one hand stirs whatever's simmering in the pan, the other absentmindedly rests against your knee, thumb brushing slow, lazy circles over your skin as naturally as breathing.
it's been one of those days, you never tell him that .. he just knows.
before you even think to ask, your favorite mogumogu appears beside you, condensation gathering on the small bottle exactly the way you like it.
he keeps filling the silence with ridiculously bad gym jokes, grinning at his own punchlines before leaning over every few minutes to steal another tiny kiss, each one so quick and absentminded it feels less like affection and more like instinct, as though he's collecting little reminders that you're still right there.
then, impatient as always, you sneak a taste straight from the pan. and a second later, you're hissing dramatically, waving your hand in front of your mouth after burning your tongue.
"ow—"
he immediately drops everything. "baby? wait—here, water—why do you eat lava???"
you're laughing and crying. he's dramatically checking if your tongue survived. big hands holding your face, eyebrows all scrunched, and then it slips out.
"i love you, but you have like .. zero survival instincts." you’d say.
silence, actual silence, because he freezes. and you do too. the kitchen fan is suddenly the loudest thing on earth.
his eyes go wide for like two seconds before he looks like his brain blue-screened. now this doesn’t mean he didn’t feel it, he does, soso much .. he just wasn't expecting now! at least, not while holding a spatula.
you blink first. " .. you didn't hear that."
"but i did???"
"oh my god,"
"no wait—" he puts both hands on your cheeks again because physical affection is literally his operating system. "no, no, wait." he looks nervous for maybe the first time in months. which is saying something for someone who usually walks around built like a tank with golden retriever energy. "i wanted to say it first!"
your heart drops, then he continues. "not because i wanted to win or something stupid, okay!" he laughs awkwardly. "i just .. i've been feeling it for a while."
you stare and he gets shy for approximately 0.3 seconds before recovering. "i love you too, babylove, my princess, angel, fairy, goddess—like—a lot! kinda embarrassingly a lot .."
"you got taken aback."
"angel, you randomly dropped a life-changing sentence while burning your tongue."
you're laughing far more than the situation deserves now, the sound spilling into every corner of the kitchen until even he can't keep a straight face anymore.
he doesn't even think before reaching for you, he just does.
his arms wrap around you in one swift motion, pulling you flush against his chest in one of those impossibly tight hugs where your feet almost leave the floor. he's ridiculously strong, impossibly clingy, and has never once learned how to love in halve, as though holding you as close as humanly possible is the only way he knows how to convince himself you're really there.
then he mumbles into your hair, "say it again."
"you already heard it."
"again."
"i love you." his smile gets so big it's stupid.
"yeah," he says quietly. "that sounds right."
hyun ಄
the ridiculous thing was .. you both already knew, long before either of you ever gathered the courage to say it out loud.
it lived quietly in the spaces between you instead. in the way he always drifted to the roadside of the pavement without thinking, as though protecting you had become second nature. in the way your hopelessly tangled earphones somehow always ended up neatly wrapped in his hands before you even noticed. in how his apartment slowly stopped feeling like his, your skincare bottles appearing beside his ridiculously aesthetic candles until they looked like they had always belonged there.
the feeling was never the mystery, the words were. somehow, they were infinitely scarier.
hyunjin realizes first, and of course he does. he's halfway through a painting on some random tuesday afternoon, sunlight spilling across the studio floor while you're curled up nearby, happily occupied with your own little world. his brush pauses in midair, and he looks at you.
then suddenly .. oh. oh no. this is bad. this is huge. he's in love. not a little. is it in a fleeting, poetic way he'd eventually paint over? no. he's hopelessly, embarrassingly, movie-ending kind of in love.
he doesn't say it.
instead, he somehow becomes even worse.his hands find yours more often. forehead kisses become as frequent as breathing. he catches himself staring across rooms with the softest smile, only realizing you've noticed when you tilt your head.
"why are you looking at me like that?"
"you're just .. very shaped."
"what does that even mean?"
"i don't know."
he doesn't say anything right away, mostly because his brain has an unfortunate habit of completely short-circuiting whenever it comes to you.
he'd imagined the confession a hundred different ways already, something beautiful; candlelight reflecting off pretty dinner plates. Flowers, obviously. maybe even a handwritten poem because, unfortunately for everyone involved, he's exactly that kind of person.
he wanted it to feel cinematic. life, however, has a habit of laughing at dramatic men.
so it happens after the most wonderfully unremarkable day. it's nearly one in the morning. you're both swallowed by oversized clothes, surviving on instant ramen because neither of you has the energy to make anything real. the kitchen glows under warm yellow lights while the kettle hums softly, and hyunjin, incapable of standing still for more than thirty seconds, is dramatically dancing beside the stove as he waits for the water to boil.
you laugh despite yourself, and then, he looks at you, quietly, different from that practiced, heartbreakingly beautiful stare he unconsciously gives whenever he's teasing you.
because your laughter lingers in the apartment a little longer than the music, because you're wearing his hoodie, sleeves swallowing your hands, and because somehow this tiny, ordinary moment, the chipped bowls, the instant noodles, the gummy smiles, feels infinitely more breathtaking than every perfect confession he'd rehearsed in his head.
and all at once, every grand plan quietly falls apart.
and he blurts.
"oh."
you blink. "oh what?"
he looks mildly horrified, then he starts pacing. "no wait because this wasn't supposed to happen like this. i had ideas. i literally had a concept."
"hyunjin—"
"no because why am i saying it beside ramen?" you start laughing, he grabs your shoulders dramatically.
"i love you, okay? which is inconvenient because i wanted candles or a rooftop or something cinematic but now it's instant noodles and your ugly house slippers."
silence, and he immediately spirals.
"you don't have to say it back right now by the way! actually— forget i said it. no don't forget it. remember it forever. but no pressure. oh my god—"
you cut him off by pulling him closer, "i love you too, hyune."
his brain exits the building. " .. seriously?"
"yeah?"
the grin that spreads across his face is ridiculous. full dimples. crescent eyes disappearing. pure sunshine .. and then his eyes tear up.
"so technically," he says smugly, wrapping himself around you, "this means i win."
"you confessed in front of ramen."
"and yet i got the girl."
he kisses your forehead three times because one isn't enough, pulls you against his chest, and whispers softer this time, "i really, really love you."
sung ಄
zero plans. i’m telling you, zero! man rehearsed confessions in the shower for months and still blurts it out during the dumbest moment possible.
the first time jisung almost says it, it's by accident. not at all a romantic, cliche accident either. more like .. 2am, seven back-to-back voice notes because he got emotional after finishing a song draft.
voice note 01: "okay so don't laugh but i think this chorus sounds like a divorced father of three."
voice note 02: him aggressively singing.
voice note 03: silence. then, "wait, did i send the wrong file?"
voice note 04: "actually no, listen to this part—"
voice note 05 is just him sighing. "do you ever think it's weird how attached humans get? Like .. one day you're chilling and then suddenly one person becomes part of your routine and now you can't sleep unless they text goodnight."
you smile into your pillow.
voice note 06: "anyway. ignore me, baby. i'm in my .. feelings."
voice note 07: " .. also eat breakfast tomorrow."
he's affectionate constantly, hanging off you in public, kissing your cheeks randomly, squeezing your hand under tables, dramatically collapsing into your lap after long days, but actual vulnerability is something he circles around like a nervous cat, so months pass .. and then it happens while grocery shopping.
at the desserts aisle.
he's standing there, hair messy, carrying way too many snacks because "what if future-us wants options?" while arguing passionately about chip flavors.
"you cannot disrespect sour cream like this."
"i'm not disrespecting it, ji, i'm saying barbecue clears."
"you wound me."
"you're dramatic."
he gasps, loudly.
"me? dramatic? after everything we've been through?"
"we've been through grocery shopping."
"we've been through love."
you blink, he freezes, and you too, freeze.
an uncle pushing a cart squeezes past .. han's eyes go huge. "oh."
you stare, and he stares harder.
"oh my god."
"you just—"
"i know."
his ears turn red immediately. he starts laughing because that's what he does when he panics. "no because wait—that wasn't—i mean it was—but not like—wait no it is like that—"
you're trying not to laugh, he puts both hands over his face. "this is horrible! i had plans."
"you had plans?"
"yes?! there was supposed to be music involved .. maybe rain .. more chocolates."
"you said it first?"
"accidentally!"
"but you meant it?"
he drops his hands, and suddenly he looks small in that way he sometimes does when he's being honest. "yeah." quiet now. "yeah, i meant it." his fingers hook around yours.
"i think i've meant it for a while actually. which is annoying because now you know."
the words leave him with a sheepish little smile, almost as though he's embarrassed by how long he'd been carrying them around without realizing.
and somehow, your chest aches.
not painfully.
just... achingly full.
"you're stupid."
his entire face lights up so quickly it's almost blinding.
"that means you love me too?"
you roll your eyes, fighting a smile that had already betrayed you.
"i love you too, ji."
for exactly half a second, he forgets how to exist.
then his grin stretches so wide his cheeks hurt, dimples appearing like they couldn't wait another second.
he throws both hands into the air.
"everybody in aisle nine, she loves me back!"
every single person nearby immediately pretends not to be listening.
"han."
"i'm overwhelmed! do you think aisle ten heard—"
"han."
he laughs so hard he nearly folds in half before cupping your face with both hands like you're something impossibly precious.
one kiss lands on your forehead. another. and another. then your nose. then your cheek. Then he leans his forehead against yours, still smiling so hard his eyes have practically disappeared.
"cool. was getting worried there for a sec." as if there had ever been a universe where the answer would've been anything else.
oh and he absolutely insists on buying celebration ice cream afterward !! because love deserves dessert .. and while paying, he proudly tells the cashier he's having, "the best monday of my life!"
lix ಄
it's one of those slow mornings where the apartment hasn't quite woken up yet, the coffee is still brewing somewhere behind you, birds chatter lazily outside the window, and sunlight spills across the kitchen floor in warm little patches neither of you bothers to step around.
somewhere along the way, your relationship had quietly become domestic .. neither of you ever noticed when it happened.
his jacket permanently lives on the back of your chair now. your hair ties have mysteriously claimed every surface of his apartment. he knows exactly how much sugar goes into your coffee without asking, and you already know he'll spend the next ten minutes complaining about being cold despite stubbornly wearing shorts every single morning.
you're standing over the stove, trying to flip eggs with the concentration of someone operating heavy machinery. meanwhile .. he's attached to your back, completely, like dora the explorer’s particularly affectionate backpack that refuses to be removed.
"lix," you laugh, trying to rescue breakfast before it becomes scrambled by force. "move! you're literally making me cook with an extra fifty-six kilos."
"i'm helping."
"you're hugging my waist."
"exactly!"
his arms tighten ever so slightly, cheek nestled comfortably between your shoulder blades, his sleepy voice rumbling softly against your shirt while he lazily sways the both of you from side to side. with this big baby, physical touch isn't even a love language, it's closer to a biological necessity.
eventually you manage to turn around, spatula still in hand, and immediately have to bite back a laugh.
his freckles still peek through the morning puffiness dusting his cheeks, his hair has surrendered entirely to sleep, sticking up in impossible directions, and his eyes are barely open beneath heavy lids. it's deeply unfair that someone could look this pretty at nine in the morning. what a sunshine.
"you're staring," he says.
"you look weird."
"you kissed me first this morning."
"that was charity."
he gasps dramatically, heart lips parting in betrayal. "mean."
you grin and reach up to fix the strand of hair sticking out. and because he's felix, because he's too soft for his own good, because affection leaks out of him constantly .. he catches your wrist and kisses your palm without thinking.
"thanks for taking care of me," he mumbles.
"i made eggs, fefe."
"you always take care of me."
you shrug. "you take care of me too."
his expression changes a little, and he pulls you closer until your stomach presses against the counter.
"i love you."
silence, his eyes widen immediately after, and you blink. then he blinks. the eggs start burning.
"oh my god," he says, voice dropping lower from panic. "wait. wait—i mean—i do mean it—but i wasn't— not that i wasn't trying to—"
"felix."
"i wanted it to be cooler than this, guys."
"the eggs are smoking."
"okay, this is horrible." you start laughing so hard you bend forward while his hands cover his face.
"i ruined it."
"no you didn't."
"you didn't say it back," he whispers through his fingers; so you grab his wrists and pull them away.
the smile reaches you before the words do, small, sleepy and softer than the morning light pouring through the kitchen window. "i love you too, sunshine."
for a moment, he just stares. it's almost funny how visibly his entire face changes, like someone reached inside him and turned every light on at once. his eyes grow impossibly round, freckles lifting with the biggest smile you've ever seen.
"really?"
"no," you deadpan. "i just enjoy emotional torture."
he gasps dramatically before immediately launching himself at you. his arms wrap around your waist so tightly your feet nearly leave the floor, the hug so enthusiastic it squeezes a tiny squeak out of you.
he buries his face into the curve of your neck with an utterly shameless grin."say it again," he mumbles, his voice warm against your skin.
"you're clingy."
"correct." he doesn't even deny it.
"again."
you laugh quietly, fingers disappearing into his impossibly messy hair, absentmindedly smoothing down strands that refuse to listen. "i love you."
his answer comes in kisses, one against your cheek, then another, then another, and another. until you've completely lost count somewhere around seven.
he finally pulls back just enough to look at you, still smiling with that impossibly bright, sunshine sort of happiness that makes it feel like the whole apartment has become warmer. "cool," he says softly. "now we can be disgusting together."
you glance over his shoulder. ".. the eggs are dead."
he follows your gaze to the pan, where breakfast has long since surrendered to its fate. without even looking concerned, he simply shrugs, stealing one more quick kiss before resting his forehead against yours.
"we have love."
" .. love doesn't scrape burnt eggs off the pan."
"no," he says with complete confidence.
"but i will."
.. he absolutely does not.
the pan ends up soaking in the sink for the rest of the day while the two of you eat cereal on the couch instead, still tangled up together as though breakfast had never really been the point in the first place.
seung ಄
with seungmin... it happens because you're unbelievably annoying.
"...can you stop following me?"
"i'm walking to your kitchen, seung."
"you've been in my personal space for fourteen minutes."
"you hugged me??"
"i regretted it immediately."
"liar."
"i regret this conversation."
he clicks his tongue with the sort of long-suffering sigh reserved exclusively for you, watching as you laugh your way into his kitchen and open a cupboard without so much as asking,like you live there. which, at some point .. you sort of started to.
his varsity hangs neatly over the back of a dining chair, the very same one you stole two days ago and only returned because he’d begun sending dramatically edited missing person posters to your dms, complete with reward money and blurry surveillance photos.
somehow, his cereal has quietly become your cereal. his couch permanently wears your favorite shawl. his apartment carries the faint, comforting scent of your shampoo, tucked between fresh laundry and morning coffee.
you've settled into his life so naturally that neither of you can remember when it stopped being his place and started feeling like somewhere the both of you simply belonged. now you're balanced precariously on your tiptoes, reaching for the highest shelf because, for reasons known only to kim seungmin, every snack worth eating appears to be stored at nba-player height. which is weird because your boyfriend is barely 5 '11.
"i got it."
"no, i—"
"i said i got it."
"you literally can't see over my hea—"
"oh my god."
he walks behind you with the biggest sigh known to mankind, one hand resting on your waist without thinking while the other reaches above your head.
"so dramatic," you mutter, stretching another inch toward the top shelf. "do you keep these here so you stretch and grow taller or something?"
"says the minion risking a concussion for gummy bears."
"you would've caught that minion."
".. yeah."
it slips out so easily it almost disappears into the quiet. for just a second, neither of you says anything. you finally manage to grab the packet, nearly losing your balance in victory, before turning around with a triumphant grin.
and find him already looking at you. his hair is still hopelessly messy from this morning. the sleeves of his hoodie are pushed carelessly up his forearms, and he's wearing that expression; the one that's impossibly soft, the one he never realizes he's making whenever he forgets to guard his face around you.
"what?"
"hm?"
"you're staring."
he blinks once, as though you'd pulled him back into the room. "you have gummy bear dust on your cheek."
you look down at the unopened packet in your hand. ".. i literally haven't opened them."
".. oh."
you raise an eyebrow. "so you're just making shit up."
he clears his throat with all the composure of someone whose dignity has just packed its bags and left. "i panicked."
"you panicked?" there's the tiniest pause.
".. i didn't expect you to catch me."
you can't help smiling, "catching you doing what?"
"..."
"..."
"loving you."
silence. real, actual silence. he blinks once. then immediately groans. "...ah."
you blink.
"i wasn't supposed to say it like that."
"you—"
"i know."
"you literally just—"
"i know."
"you said—"
"i love you, yeah.. gosh."
his ears are turning pink so fast it's almost impressive, "i was gonna be cool one day."
"you?" you're trying so hard not to laugh. "cool?"
"i had a whole image."
"you never had an image, kim."
"i had potential."
"no, you had delusion."
"can you focus? i'm having a vulnerable moment."
"you confessed because i had imaginary gummy bear dust on my face."
"i told you i panicked."
the smile you're trying to hold back loses immediately. you laugh so hard you have to grab his arm, and he looks offended for exactly two seconds before the corners of his own mouth betray him.
"you're such an idiot. ‘ohmy, my precious y/n, you caught me being in love with you~~"
"mo, please .."
you shake your head, looking up at him. "i love you too."
".. yeah?"
"mhm."
"no hesitation?"
"i've been waiting for you."
" .. seriously?"
"you almost said it when i fell asleep on your shoulder."
" .. don't expose me."
"and when you got sick."
" .. delete those memories."
"and after we argued over whether cereal is soup."
"it isn't."
"it doesn't matter."
"it matters to history."
you reach up and cup his face anyway, he pretends to be inconvenienced for exactly half a second before leaning into your hand without realizing it.
" .. you're smiling," you whisper.
"i'm not."
"you have dimples."
".. those are structural."
you laugh again, and he rolls his eyes, muttering something about how you're lucky you're cute, but his arms have already found their place around your waist. "you know," he murmurs into your hair, voice low and syrup-soft now that you're close enough to hear it properly, "next time i say something life-changing .."
"hm?"
".. can you try not to laugh in my face?"
you grin against his shoulder, "no promises."
"oh well .. still love you though." and this time, he says it on purpose.
iyen ಄
so, it happens because of a lizard, at exactly seven-thirteen in the morning.
" .. jeongin." silence.
" .. jeongin."
another sleepy little grunt disappears into the pillow beside you.
"yang jeongin."
"hm."
"don't move."
"...why."
his voice is still tangled in sleep, low and raspy, words muffled against the pillow. black hair sticks up in every impossible direction, sunlight catching the stubborn strands falling over his forehead. without opening his eyes, he reaches across the bed until his hand finds your waist, like it always does.
his arm curls around you automatically, pulling you into his chest with the ease of someone whose body had memorized yours long before he ever consciously did.
"mm, baby, you're cold."
you don't respond. your eyes remain locked on one horrifying spot above the bed.
".. i'm about to be dead.
"that finally earns half of his attention. ".. what?"
you swallow dramatically. "there is a beast."
one eye slowly cracks open. ".. where? me?"
with all the courage of someone preparing to deliver their final testimony, you lift one trembling finger, and point toward the ceiling. "there."
he blinked. "baby, that's a lizard. a tiny one at that."
"tiny?" your voice cracks in disbelief. "it has a tail!"
".. it came with it."
"do something!"
"i just woke up!"
"jeongin!"
"i've been conscious for twelve seconds!"
"well be conscious faster!"
he sighs, rubbing both hands over his face before looking back up. ".. okay."
the lizard moved. and so did you.
except the lizard made considerably better decisions. your scream tore through the apartment; a full-body horror-movie one that was pulled directly from your soul.
before jeongin has time to process anything, you're already airborne .. one frantic scramble, one spectacularly uncoordinated leap, and somehow, against every law of physics .. you end up squarely on top of your very bewildered boyfriend.
"woah—" his reflexes woke up long before the rest of him did.
strong hands catch your waist without hesitation, steadying you before your panicked escape attempt sends both of you flying off the bed.
the mattress bounces beneath you. his hair is still adorably messy, and sleep lingers in the softness of his eyes. all while his bare chest is warm beneath your trembling hands, the morning sun pouring through the curtains in quiet ribbons of gold that stretch across broad shoulders and the gentle definition of his abs. the light catches against his skin so unfairly that, under any other circumstance, you probably would've stared.
meanwhile, you remained completely oblivious .. your entire soul was still somewhere near the ceiling.
he blinked once, then looked past your shoulder. then back at you.
"you scared it, baby."
“it fucking scared me!"
he started laughing, dimples out, shoulders shaking, eyes disappearing into fox eyes while you clung onto him like your life depended on it.
"you are actually unbelievable."
"stop laughing!"
"i can't."
"i'm serious!"
"so am i."
"jeongin!"
"baby, i think it's more afraid of you."
"good."
another glance toward the ceiling, and the lizard had disappeared .. so, every ounce of colour immediately drains from your face.
" .. where the fuck did it go?"
you both slowly looked around the room.
"jeongin."
".. yeah?"
"if it touches me, i'm passing away."
he sighs with theatrical exhaustion.
"okay .." before you can question him, both hands tighten around your waist. he stands up effortlessly, taking you with him. your legs instinctively tighten around his waist.
you don't even notice you've wrapped yourself around him until you're suddenly eye level with the top shelves.
"you are not helping."
"i'm relocating the hostage."
"i am the hostage."
"i know."
he walked around the room carrying you like you weighed absolutely nothing, opening curtains, checking behind the wardrobe, under the desk.
"you've gotten suspiciously strong."
"i work out."
"you show off every chance you get."
he hums, "you noticed."
"i regret noticing."
"mhm."
"you smell nice."
".. thank you?"
"i hate that this is romantic."
his laugh rumbles through his chest, and because you're pressed so closely against him, you feel every bit of it, "i'm fighting for our lives, baby."
"you're conducting a lizard inspection shirtless."
"did you want me to put a shirt on first?"
"..."
".. actually no."
he grins, "thought so."
after another minute of searching, he notices the tiny culprit disappearing through the slightly open balcony door. "there."
he watches it disappear outside before sliding the door shut with one hand and turns back to you. "you can let go now, angel."
".. no."
"you've still got both legs around me."
"i know."
"my circulation misses me."
"you'll live."
he looked at you for a second before smiling, that stupid, ridiculously cute smile with his dimples making an appearance. "so dramatic."
"you love it."
"i really do."
the words left his mouth so naturally that neither of you registered them, until you both froze.
".."
his ears turned pink first. ".. well."
".. well."
you blinked. "you .. what?"
he rubbed the back of his neck with the hand that wasn't supporting you. ".. i said it."
"you did."
"i wasn't .. planning to."
"i know."
".. you don't have to say it back just because—"
"i love you too."
his fox eyes softened instantly. ".. yeah?"
you smiled, pressing the quickest kiss against the corner of his mouth. "yeah."
a beat passed, then he ruined the moment.
"So .."
"so?"
"if another lizard shows up,"
"i'm leaving you."
"what?"
"you'll be sacrificed first."
he gasped, "you literally just said you loved me?"
"i do .. but if it's between you and a lizard?" you nodded solemnly, "i'm picking survival."
".. i take it back."
"you can't."
ㅤ꯭yani ❤︎ hihello .. FIRST of all this is a collab w my sweet girl @eyisy so make sure to go show her incredible smau ver. a lot love too !! (≧∇≦) moving on~ #comeback x2 because i haven't posted hcs in a WHILE ! can we all please cheer i'm in my active era starting today づ. ◟マ + i hope we like the new theme and layout !!
Chan basically does this already but boyfriend ASMR. No video, just dirty words. And the thumbnail / cover photo is a thirst trap with his hands or his shoulders etc. With titles like “boyfriend tells you how pretty you are” and “caring boyfriend takes care of you,” on one of those spicy podcast sites.
Minho keeps it simple and jerks off for his live audience of people who are tired of over the top fake stuff. So it’s just Minho and his lube! He cams from the neck down to preserve his anonymity and reads comments with the biggest cash gifts and lets his biggest donors choose when and where he cums.
Changbin also cams, but unlike Minho, has a cheesy gimmick that makes him the big bucks. His persona is the big buff guy with the big fat cock who has no idea what to do with it. He’s always squirming and asking chat what to do next. His viewers don’t care he’s faking it for money because the sounds he makes are priceless.
Hyunjin does show his face in his content because his expressions of pleasure makes him more money. He does everything for his fans’ pleasure! Full body shots with close ups on the way his brows pinch and his lips tremble when he’s close are his bread and butter.
Jisung has been tied to a chair and overstimulated in one of my fics so don’t be surprised I think he’s a mommy kink prostate milking video guy. Hes pretty and his moans are prettier. And his partner is always mostly offscreen with just their gloved hand visible (safety first)!
Felix also does boyfriend ASMR off screen but he plays with himself while he does it so you get the wet sounds of lube and whatever toys he decides to use for the scene. He knows that voice drives his fans mad. He also does jerk off instructions.
Seungmin does genuine toy reviews. He’s not doing it for a live audience, but rather works for a sexual wellness company that requires him to test products and do reviews. His cute, boy-next-door looks draw customers to his reviews over his coworkers, but having a big , pretty cock helps too I guess.
Jeongin has a few of those realistic half sex dolls with anatomically correct holes. He focuses on imagining pleasuring the viewer, not himself. Some have cocks and holes, some with boobs and a vulva, boobs and a cock or maybe he’s doing a hentai scene where there’s tentacles. The point is, he’s an equal opportunity creator whose followers can see or imagine themselves and their bodies in his content. But he also does fantasy stuff for his other fans looking for knots and stuff like that.
