❪ はじめまして ❫ hurt/comfort jihoon x f!reader 708 cw ノ post argument, physically making up, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ i think this idea came when i saw these photos ❤️🩹 (and @jellyluvsjihoon for the push to prioritize a jihoon fic <3) / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Your bed has never felt as massive as tonight. Jihoon is lying as close to the opposite edge as possible, clearly trying his best to not get in your way. And that is something that has never happened before. He is always trying to get in your way. Any opportunity he gets to cling to you, he takes, which makes the current situation feel like a stab straight to the heart.
You're fresh off an argument—an occurrence that rarely ever happens between you two. Although you've already apologized for the earlier outburst, the tension still hangs in the air. You've only made up with words, nothing else, and you are silently begging to hold him before you sleep. It doesn't feel right to go to sleep without cuddling him.
He looks small on the other side of the mattress, back facing you while the blue light of his phone screen shines on his face. You're hesitant to say anything. Your brain tells you that one wrong move will result in another fight, even though you know you've both cooled off in the past hour. You can't find the words either way. Even a simple 'goodnight' feels too difficult. It stays stuck in your throat, the words formed but never said out loud.
You stare at him instead; at his fuzzy pyjamas and his beach-blonde hair. He looks soft and inviting, even if you can't see his face. It makes the current distance ache even more. You're laying in the same bed, under the same covers, merely a feet or two apart, yet it feels like there are miles between you two.
He shifts and you freeze. You want to turn over to the other side so he doesn't notice you've been staring, but it would be too obvious. Still, any eye contact right now feels uncertain. What if he's still mad at you?
You don't have time to think too hard about it before Jihoon turns over to face you. His lips are formed into a small frown and his glassy eyes are pleading for something that doesn't need to be said out loud. It's impossible to misinterpret this, even if your brain is clouded by the recent fight. He's not still mad at you, and given his expression, he also feels the distance between you two heavily. He reaches to close it before words can be said, his touch hesitating.
You shift your body towards him, afraid that he'll pull back if you don't give him a sign that you also want physical contact right now. His fingers graze against your arm, testing out contact like it's the first time he's ever touched you. His hand quickly travels to your waist, pulling your body flush with his, and only then do you both relax.
You can hear his heartbeat racing with anxiety when you lay your cheek against his chest. You close your eyes and circle your arms around him, squeezing just enough to be comforting. Knowing him, he probably took the argument harder than you did. He always dwells on these things—overthinking and over-apologizing, even when you've already moved passed it. You hate seeing him sad. You never want your boyfriend to be sad because of you.
"I hate fighting with you," Jihoon whispers. You hug him tighter when you hear how choked up his voice sounds.
"I hate it too."
"I'm really sorry."
"I know you are. I'm sorry too."
"I was scared you would go to sleep before I could hug you," he admits shakily, breathing in the scent of your shampoo from your hair. It works like magic to calm him down, shedding the lingering stress from the busy week, unexpected fight, and hours of uncomfortable distance.
"Me too. Can't fall asleep unless I'm in your arms."
"Really?" His voice brightens, and you can hear the hint of a smile mixing in his voice.
You hum a little confirmation and press a kiss to his neck. It's soothing and gentle, lingering for a beat longer than normal. He holds you closer. There aren't many words spoken after that. You let sleep wash over you slowly, matching your breaths to his and savoring how the warmth of his body mingles with yours.
┈ All they want is to be close. Quiet, cuddling… no rush. A moment just for yourselves.
› Pairing: TWS x 7thmember!Reader
› Word Count: 4.8K
› Warning: non. just fluff.
┈ Note ! ꞌꞋ ࣪ Hi, this is my first time writing something for TWS, and it's just that since I met them I'm a little obsessed. And it just came to my mind how they would be like when they are feeling clingy. And being very honest with you, like Shinyu biased, Dohoon's, Kyungmin and Hanjin have me completely blushing and kicking my feet.
I also want to clarify that English is not my first language, so there will probably be several typos or it will look very formal; an apology for that. Without further ado I hope you like it and have a nice night/day.
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Shinyuㅤ ❛❛ ──── ㅤShin Junghwan !
Days off were rare.
More rare than Shinyu would like to admit.
There was always something: practices, meetings, recordings, schedules full of things to do.
But not today.
Today, by some perfect alignment of the stars, the group had the day off, and they were making the best possible use of it: doing absolutely nothing.
Just the seven of you, spread out in the living room, enjoying a quiet moment while deciding what to have for breakfast.
He was leaning back on one end of the couch, his phone in hand, flipping through the menu with the others. He was barely paying attention to the discussion of what to order. It was a din of mingled voices and banter thrown into the air. You were at the other end, lounging against the armrest, with a sleepy expression that made him smile without realizing it. The dim light of the room highlighted the contours of your face, and Shinyu found his gaze straying to you more times than necessary.
It wasn't unusual. It happened to him all the time.
The conversation flowed smoothly, until Jihoon asked you to help Shinyu confirm the final order.
Shinyu barely registered the request.
His attention was on you, on the way you gently sat up to reach over and take his phone. It was a simple, everyday movement even, but for him it was enough. As if his body acted before his mind, in a single, fluid motion he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him effortlessly, sinking you against his chest naturally.
The contact was warm. Your body fit over his as if you had always belonged there. There was no resistance on your part, only a small initial startle before you gradually settled against him. Shinyu felt an almost instinctive satisfaction run through his body as you rested your head on his chest, letting yourself fall completely on top of him.
Yes. That was better.
He loved this. He loved you.
-Mmm… it's good like this, isn't it? -you murmured, still checking the phone.
-Mhmm… -Shinyu barely answered, his voice distracted, too focused on you to pay attention to anything else.
You confirmed the order, and the others, satisfied, scattered around the room, each minding their own business while waiting for the food. But Shinyu had not the slightest intention of moving. Not when he had you like this, perfectly wedged against him.
He could feel the rhythm of your breathing becoming slower, more relaxed. The heat of your body against his was addictive.
With a relaxed motion, he reached out to take control when Dohoon challenged him to a game of Mario Kart. Perfect. He could play without thinking too much. He moved just enough to grab the controller, but not enough to alter the position you were in. If anything, his grip on your waist became tighter, making sure you didn't move too much. Kyungmin and Jihoon joined in right away, but even as the competition began and laughter filled the room, his mind wasn't quite on the game.
Sure, his reflexes were still good, his fingers pressed the buttons as nimbly as ever, but a large part of him was distracted.
How could he not be?
He had you lying completely on top of him, breathing softly against his chest, not complaining about his grip or the way he was holding you close. Without realizing it, his hand moved, his fingers tracing small circles on the fabric of your shirt. He wasn't sure if he was doing it to reassure you or himself. Maybe both.
And then you did.
Without warning, you moved just a little, seeking more comfort, fitting better against him. It was a small gesture, almost imperceptible, but Shinyu felt it as a direct blow to the heart. A shiver ran down his back as you made yourself even smaller in his embrace, as if you were exactly where you wanted to be.
Oh.
Oh.
Shinyu barely blinked, barely reacted. His character on the screen crashed into a wall and Dohoon let out a victorious laugh, but he didn't even flinch. He just looked down, watching you with a tenderness he had no right to display so openly. His attention was on the way his own heart began to beat a little faster.
It couldn't have been more obvious. He was completely lost for you.
He let out a slow sigh, one that was lost amidst the sound of the game and the voices in the room, but which inside him echoed like a silent surrender. Because deep down, there was no point in fooling himself anymore.
It was ridiculous how much he liked this. How much he liked you.
The game went on, the others laughed and complained about unfair plays, but to him, it was all background noise. He didn't need to say it out loud, but if it were up to Shinyu, the whole world could stop in that instant, and he wouldn't mind at all.
He just needed this moment. Just the simple fact of feeling you so close was enough.
Dohoonㅤ ❛❛ ──── ㅤKim Dohoon !
Mornings always had a different rhythm for Dohoon.
They were slow, sleepy, with the warmth of the sheets still clinging to his skin and the feeling of drowsiness weighing down his eyelids. Not because he was tired-though sometimes he was-but because in the mornings he wanted you close. Closer than was reasonable, closer than others would surely consider normal. And today, with a whole day off until evening, there was no reason to hold back.
He opened his eyes heavily and, before he even thought of getting out of bed, he noticed your absence. You were gone. He frowned, still drowsy, and without even thinking too much about it, he stood up. He didn't need to ask anyone where you were; his instinct led him straight to the kitchen.
And there you were.
Standing in front of the counter, opening the bags with the coffees and drinks the manager had ordered for everyone. The morning light filtered through the window, illuminating you in an almost unreal way. To Dohoon, who was not yet fully awake, the image was too pretty, too perfect.
Without much thought, he approached you silently, shuffling his feet with the laziness of someone not yet fully awake. And then, as soon as he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around your waist and dropped down against you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
God, it felt so good.
Your warmth, your smell, the way you fit perfectly against him as if you were a magnet he always ended up sticking to… Everything about you was addictive to him. He closed his eyes, gently inhaling the scent of your skin mixed with that of coffee, and smiled against your neck when he felt you wouldn't pull away. You didn't make the slightest effort to break free from his grip, you just went about your business, as if you were used to him clinging to you like a koala bear every morning.
And you were.
Gently, without opening his eyes, he rubbed his nose against your skin, taking deep breaths.
There was no way he could start the day without this.
He opened his eyes when he saw your hand move, bringing your latte to your lips. He watched intently, not moving an inch from his place on your neck, as you calmly took a sip. And then, without a word, you brought the straw close to his mouth in a gesture so natural that it made his heart beat faster.
Without hesitation, he caught the straw between his lips and took a sip straight from your drink, his eyes narrowing in pleasure at the sweet, warm taste of the latte. But more than the coffee itself, what he really enjoyed was the gesture itself.
The fact that you shared with him without thinking about it.
There was something intimate in the way you shared these little things. In how they didn't need words, in how you just knew what he wanted, in how he could be glued to you without seeming to make you uncomfortable.
God. How lucky he was.
He drank some more before releasing the straw and sinking back against you, this time squeezing you a little tighter, enveloping you with his body as if he wanted to become part of you.
Your soft laughter vibrated against his chest and, without warning, you caressed his face, your fingers sliding gently down his cheek, along his jaw, a light but loving touch. Dohoon closed his eyes at the sensation, letting himself be pampered, letting you do whatever you wanted with him, because he was already completely yours.
If it were up to him, he could stay like this all day.
But then, his stomach decided to betray him.
Dohoon pouted a little, stirring against you before muttering in a low, sleepy voice:
-I'm hungry…
You just smiled, amused, and barely moved to go get your phone, surely to order food for everyone. But Dohoon had no intention of letting go.
Like a koala clinging to his favorite tree, he stayed glued to you, following you wherever you went, his arms still around your waist, his body still against yours as you tried to open the ordering app.
It was ridiculous how easy it was for him to stay that way, entangled with you even when you were on the move.
-What do you want to eat? -You asked, looking at the screen of your phone.
Dohoon rested his chin on your shoulder, watching the screen lazily. But actually, he wasn't looking at the menu.
He was just looking at you.
Stunned, completely absorbed in the way your brow furrowed just barely as you chose the food, in the way your mouth curved subtly as you read the choices. You knew him well enough to know exactly what to ask him without him having to say anything, but you still asked, because you cared about his opinion.
And that, that was what finished disarming him completely.
He snuggled closer against you, closing his eyes for a moment and letting his weight rest against your body without fear that you would push him away. Because he knew you wouldn't. Because, like him, you enjoyed this too.
If the rest of the day was going to be like this, glued to you, feeling your warmth, sharing every little moment of the morning, then for Dohoon, this was already the best day off of all.
Youngjaeㅤ ❛❛ ──── ㅤChoi Youngjae !
The day had ended earlier than expected, but Youngjae was in no hurry to leave.
Not when he could seize a moment like this.
Not when you were there, so close, so… perfect for him.
The practice room was still illuminated in the soft afternoon light, and Jihoon, as always, had energy to spare to keep dancing, moving with enviable ease as he improvised steps in front of the mirror, and Youngjae… well, Youngjae was just tired. He watched out of the corner of his eye, amused by his dongsaeng's witticisms, but his mind was elsewhere.
Or, rather, on someone else.
You were there, leaning against the mirror, relaxed, not paying much attention to anything but Jihoon. Youngjae watched you silently for a few seconds, noticing the way your expression softened when you were deep in thought, how your lips curved into a smile when Jihoon did something silly. It was nothing serious, just fun. But Youngjae wasn't particularly interested in that right now.
The only thing he was interested in was you.
He didn't know how or why, but whenever you were around, he needed to find an excuse to be attached to you somehow.
And Youngjae, he wanted you close.
He didn't have a clear reason; he simply wanted you close.
Without a word, he came over and lay down on top of you, resting his head carefully on your lap.
The relief was immediate.
And, as if you were perfectly in sync with him, you lifted your arms a little to give him space, allowing him to settle in better. Youngjae wrapped his arms around your waist leisurely, breathing deeply against the fabric of your clothes, letting your warmth envelop him. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the contact, the feeling of being close to you without needing to say anything.
Youngjae sighed softly, as he listened to Jihoon's laughter, so lively and full of energy. He could hear the jokes and the silly things he was doing; And he couldn't help but smile at the scene.
But even as he did so, his mind was still on you.
It wasn't more than a few seconds before he felt your hands move, instinctively moving down to his hair. And there it was, that gesture he so adored. The brush of your fingers through her locks, the light pressure of your nails against her scalp, the slow, steady rhythm that made every muscle in her body relax little by little.
Yes. Just like that.
It was almost ridiculous how much he enjoyed this. The way your fingers ran through his hair as naturally as you breathed, in how your nails gently grazed his scalp, sending little shivers of pleasure down his back. Each caress was like a silent confirmation that he had every right in the world to be here, glued to you, claiming your attention without needing to ask for it.
He opened his eyes just a little, just enough to see you laughing at some nonsense of Jihoon's; moving in an exaggerated way just to make you smile, and Youngjae felt a pang of tenderness in his chest to see you like that.
God, he adored your laugh.
He couldn't see you completely from his position, but he could feel your laughter in the subtle vibration of your body against him. But he didn't have the energy to join in the antics at that moment. Not when he was so comfortable, not when your fingers kept sliding through his hair with a gentleness that made him sink deeper and deeper into the sensation of being with you.
He didn't need you to do anything else.
He wasn't thinking about anything else, just that.
About how it felt when he held you close, when he felt your body so close to his. All he could think about was the warmth of your body under his head, the softness of your fingers sliding through his hair, how each caress felt like a gesture of affection that he didn't ask for, but needed.
It was that feeling, that simple, genuine attention, that had him completely spellbound.
And, for an instant, he thought that maybe, if he could, he would stay that way forever.
He didn't want to move.
He didn't want that moment to end.
And best of all, you weren't even making him uncomfortable about it. You liked it. It was like a kind of silent language that only the two of you shared: you taking care of him without thinking about it, him soaking up the comfort of your company.
And he enjoyed every second of it.
But, of course, something told him that eventually he would have to get up, that Jihoon would stop his madness and the rest of the group would return to the dormitories. For now, though, as you gently caressed him, as his mind completely melted away in that warmth that only you provided, everything seemed perfect just the way it was.
It is perfect.
Hanjinㅤ ❛❛ ──── ㅤHan Zhen !
The dorm was quiet, an unusual tranquility after days filled with practices and tight schedules. Everyone was scattered around the apartment, each doing their own thing, taking advantage of the rare free time. Hanjin, however, only had his attention on one thing - or, rather, one person.
You.
You were sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall, with his Korean book open between you.
Technically, he was studying.
Technically, you were helping him.
But in reality, Hanjin was just enjoying the perfect excuse to have you around.
At first, everything had been normal. You were correcting his pronunciation, patiently explaining grammatical structures, and he was nodding, making the effort to repeat them correctly. But honestly, he was having a hard time. Not because he didn't want to learn, but because his attention was elsewhere.
On you.
In the way you spoke patiently, explaining every detail with that sweetness that disarmed him. In how your voice sounded so natural when you explained to him in Mandarin so that he would understand better the meaning of the words, so comfortable, so you. In the closeness between you, in the warmth of your body next to his, in how easy it was to be with you like that.
As the lesson progressed, Hanjin felt more and more… comfortable.
Almost too comfortable.
Everything about you had him completely caught up.
At some point in the lesson - without even thinking too much about it - he reached out and pulled you to his side, drawing you in as easily as he breathed.
You said nothing. You just let yourself go, settling against him without complaint or question. As if this kind of contact was something as natural as the air between you.
Hanjin liked that.
He felt comfortable with you.
He liked how easy it was to touch you, how easy it was to envelop you with his presence without you pushing him away. He rested his head against your shoulder at one point, feeling the warmth of your skin, the rhythm of your breathing, the simple fact of having you there.
Your warmth, your familiar scent… It was so easy. It was so easy that he almost forgot they were still studying.
And then, he felt your hand move.
Your fingers gently ran through his hair, a brief touch but enough to make him feel that you were there, acknowledging his presence, responding to his need for contact without him having to ask for it.
Such a simple gesture.
But as your hand ran through his hair, Hanjin seemed to have no intention of letting go. On the contrary, he pulled you to him more tightly, pressing you even tighter against his side. A shiver ran down his back, he liked it too much when you did that.
But then, you broke the balance of the moment with a few words.
-我去拿点吃的，我们休息一下吧 - (I'm going to go get a snack, let's get some rest).
No.
Before you could even move, his body reacted on its own. His arms around your waist tightened subtly, drawing you back effortlessly. He needed no words, only the weight of his grip, refusing to let go, as if letting you go was simply an unacceptable option.
You looked down at him with amusement. Hanjin noticed it. He noticed it in the way your lips curved just barely, in the mischievous light in your eyes, as if you were waiting for him to say something else.
And he did.
-不要，待在这儿 - (No, stay here.)
His voice was low, almost a whisper against your skin. The way he said those words, his tone soft but firm, made your heart beat a little faster.
And you… you couldn't resist.
He smiled without another word, enjoying the way you settled back in next to him.
He wasn't one to ask for things with grandiose words. He wasn't usually pushy about what he wanted. But with you, everything was different. With you, he had the luxury of being a little more selfish, of wanting more than he normally allowed himself.
And Hanjin knew what he wanted, and it was simple: he wanted to stay that way, glued to you.
-好吧 - (It's okay.)
You whispered with a smile, surrendering easily to his grip.
He didn't have to say much for you to understand.
Because, in the end, you wanted to stay that way too.
Jihoonㅤ ❛❛ ──── ㅤHan Jihoon !
After weeks of work without a break, the arrival of this rare day off had given Jihoon a much-needed respite.
He emerged from the bathroom with his hair still damp, feeling the warmth of the shower still clinging to his skin. The hot water had relaxed his muscles, but it had also left him with a drowsiness he could barely conceal. His eyelids drooped slightly as he toweled his hair dry, but as soon as he looked up and saw you in his bed, all the heaviness seemed to fade for a moment.
You were lying there, laughing at something Dohoon had said from the other bed. Your voice, your laughter, the mere sight of you there made Jihoon feel a tug in his chest.
The scene was so domestic, so quiet… That his mind had only one clear thought….
He wanted to be there with you.
He didn't think about it too much. In fact, he didn't think at all.
With lazy steps, he crossed the room and, without warning, dropped his full weight on you. Not gently, not with any warning, just with the full weight of his body, as if you were a pillow made exclusively for him.
The air left your lungs in a surprised gasp, followed by a burst of laughter as you tried, unsuccessfully, to protest between guffaws, but that only made him smile against the fabric of your clothes.
It didn't bother you at all, and he knew it.
-Jihoon -you said, your voice cracking -You're too heavy, get off! -you finished with a chuckle, patting him gently on the back. But he didn't move.
Not immediately, at least.
He just got more comfortable.
-No -he murmured in a sleepy voice, letting his arm wrap lazily around your waist, making sure you weren't going to slip away.
Dohoon, from his bed, chuckled as well, surely enjoying the scene, but Jihoon was already too comfortable to pay attention to you. His attention was completely on you, on how your breathing was still agitated by the laughter, on how your body was slowly relaxing under his. He could feel the steady beat of your heart under his cheek, a rhythmic, comforting sound that made his own eyelids feel heavier, plus the way that, despite your playful complaints, you made no real effort to push him away.
Jihoon sighed against your skin, completely content with the position he was in.
And just as you knew would happen, you ended up surrendering with a sigh and, without thinking too much about it, started playing with his damp hair.
If he wasn't so tired, he probably would have smiled self-satisfiedly. But instead, he just closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh, completely surrendered to the gesture.
God.
It was his weakness.
He didn't need words, he didn't need anything else. Just your hand in his hair, the gentle rhythm of your caresses and the sound of your voice returning to the conversation with Dohoon as if you didn't have a whole human being lying on top of you.
He enjoyed this very much.
But he couldn't fall asleep.
He forced himself to open his eyes, though his sight was a blur of shadows and warm lights in the room. He didn't want to surrender to sleep so quickly. Not when he could stretch this moment out a little longer.
He heard your voice conversing with Dohoon, though the words became a distant echo, a soft melody that cradled him unwillingly. He felt your laughter vibrate against his chest, your breathing slow as you continued to play with his hair.
He blinked slowly, clinging to the feel of your touch, the sound of your voice, the way your body molded to his.
But it was useless.
As exhaustion overtook him more, his breathing grew heavier, slower. Every caress on his hair dragged him deeper into drowsiness, every brush of your fingers made his body feel heavier, more relaxed. He wanted to protest, to tell you to stop, that if you kept this up he was going to fall asleep on you, but all that came out of his mouth was an incoherent mumble.
And then, without being able to help it, his eyelids gave way.
His breathing slowed, his body completely surrendered against yours. In the last moment before he fell asleep, he felt the brush of your lips on his forehead - soft, fleeting, like a whisper that carried away any attempt at struggle.
He lost.
But if falling asleep meant being like this, glued to you, with your warmth enveloping him and your fingers in his hair… then maybe losing wasn't so bad after all.
Kyungminㅤ ❛❛ ──── ㅤLee Kyungmin !
Kyungmin couldn't sleep.
The rented house was completely silent. Well, not complete silence-the sound of his hyungs' leisurely breathing, mixed with the occasional murmur of Jihoon moving in his sleep, reminded him that he was trapped in a confined space with three other people.
And that was the problem.
Dohoon, Hanjin, and Jihoon, in their infinite trust, had decided that it didn't matter that the bed was clearly for one or two people at most -they would sleep there anyway.
And they had done so without any respect for the concept of “personal space.”
There was no space. Not a shred of it.
He stirred for the umpteenth time between the bodies of Jihoon, Dohoon, and Hanjin, trapped in a ridiculously small space in the bed they shared. It had been fun at first, pushing and shoving, teasing and laughing until they were all completely exhausted. But now, with Dohoon glued to the other end of the bed, Jihoon completely unconscious, one arm draped over his stomach and Hanjin wedged next to him, Kyungmin could only think of how uncomfortable the situation was.
Four people on a single mattress had never been a good idea.
And he definitely wasn't going to survive the night like this.
With slow, careful movements, he managed to slip out of the tangle of bodies without waking them. His feet touched the cold floor, and he felt a shiver run down his back as he finally stretched.
He needed air.
Space.
Something.
He ran a hand through his hair, tousling it even more than it already was, and without much thought, he left the room, dodging the creaking of the wood beneath his feet.
His steps were silent as he walked down the dimly lit hallway, his eyes still half closed from sleep as he made his way to the one room he knew he could get a good night's rest in.
Your room. Your room was the biggest room in the house, the prize for winning the chaotic game of deciding rooms.
And besides, it had become a habit. Every night, after everyone had retired, he used to come into your room, cuddle with you for a while, and then go to his. It was his little ritual. One that had started unintentionally and eventually became a sort of silent habit between you.
He hesitated a moment before knocking, but the sound was soft, almost shy. In the silence of the early morning, it felt louder than expected.
A small silence and then your sleepy voice from within:
-Come in…
Kyungmin opened the door cautiously and peeked out, finding you sitting up in bed, rubbing your eyes with one hand. Despite how sleepy you were, a smile appeared on your face as soon as you saw him. He felt your chest tighten warmly.
Without a word, he looked at you with deer eyes, silently hoping you would understand his motive.
And, as always, you did.
He didn't even have to explain.
Without saying anything, you made a small gesture with your hand, inviting him to come closer, and he didn't think twice about it.
He closed the door behind him and crossed the room with silent steps before slipping under the sheets beside you. The mattress was big, roomy, but as soon as he got into bed, he glued himself to you without thinking. His face hid in the hollow of your neck, his arms relaxed around you, and as soon as he felt the warmth of your skin and the leisurely rhythm of your breathing, his body loosened completely.
This.
This was what he had been looking for.
One arm of his fell lazily around your waist, and when he felt your chin rest gently on his head, he knew there was no turning back.
It was too comfortable.
Your hand slid down to his hair, stroking it in slow, gentle movements, and he instantly closed his eyes, enjoying every second of that gesture. He bit his lip to keep from smiling too much. There was no way his hyungs wouldn't tease him in the morning when they found him here, but honestly… he didn't care.
They would surely provoke him and make him blush with their teasing, but he didn't mind at all.
If the price of sleeping comfy and warm with you was putting up with their teasing… then so be it.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ ─── I'm a lucky fella, and i've just got to tell her that i love her endlessly 𖹭
⸝⸝ in which! dohoon keeps doing the same stupid jokes about your height... but you love him anyways ಄ genre! bftall!dohoon x short!reader. fluff, domestic life, stablished relationship, spring, based in seoul. (weird attempt of humor); requested! ☆ warning(s)! not proofread, kissing. › wc! 1.7k ۶ৎ we all love dohoon, right? hshs (2) happy almost-comeback-week!!! 𖧧 @fantasia-films ˎˊ˗
"She surely aint got no money, her clothes are kinda funny, and her hair is wild and free" was the first thought that came to Dohoon's mind when he first saw you. Yes, he was certain it was a song he had heard sometime ago, but it just resonated with you so much that day...
It had been a spring day (a very spring day, indeed, as flowers started to bloom, and pollen was all over the place), the day he met you. You were smiling and giving tiny hops all around the road. You just seemed so happy looking at the pink cherry trees; the ones the rest of the people didn't seem to even notice as they passed by. He just thought you were cute. Like a breath of fresh air.
He had to admit how he thought you were pretty tiny, although Dohoon really didn't notice how much he actually liked that characteristic until recently. That Dohoon, the one from two years ago, wouldn't have noticed half of the things that Dohoon noticed about you nowadays. He wouldn't even have imagined you would share a class together and somehow just... end up together. Live together. Laugh together.
Two years from that, and now he was walking right beside you in the same park, holding hands, and laughing as you walked by those same cherry trees.
"Your hand is so small," muttered Dohoon in one of your endless conversations, squeezing it just to prove he was right. He used to joke about how you were much tinier than he was. Just because he loved the annoyed face you put on when he did so.
You narrowed your eyes, just as he expected, frowning. "Brou. It's not. My hand is perfectly normal, it's not my fault yours is just like a replica of a dinosaur's paw." You said sharply, clearly obvious to your boyfriend that you were just messing around.
"A dinosaur?" he chuckled, "You know dinosaurs are tall and sexy, right? So thank you for the compliment, baby."
You frowned in disbelief. "Aham. It's not a compliment, though." You said, shaking your head. "You should be in the museum next to the diplodocus right now. I'm sure they are searching for you. I might even have to call them so they take you to the place you really belong."
"And that is...?" He wondered, grinning, testing your knowledge on dinosaurs (which, by the way, he knew quite well was pretty limited).
You took your time to think, doing a soft 'hmm' even if you (clearly) didn't know the answer. Your memory was bad, okay?
"Dinoland," you said at last.
This made Dohoon burst out laughing, and even if you didn't want to follow him, his laugh was just so contagious that you ended up doing so (against your will).
"¿Dinoland?" He managed to inquire while laughing. "I hope Lilliput's open for you then."
You widened your eyes and kicked him softly in his lower arm, still laughing. "Dohoon!"
There's no need to say you two continued laughing for the rest of the walk, under that beautiful, pink sky.
The teasing kept going on until you got home. It felt as if Dohoon had found the new thing which entertained him the most, really. He teased you about your height: about how you were so small he could practically hug you and make you disappear or how you could get lost so easily among the crowds. It was usual, and he did it smoothly too; so smoothly it was almost pleasant.
Key word: Almost.
You, honestly, did not know if you hated it or loved it. Maybe both. Who knew. But you, certainly, thought it was cute. You knew it was his way of saying ‘I love you’.
It was late at night. Almost dinner time. Before, you had been sleeping comfortably, hugging Dohoon and breathing easily. It was Dohoon's day off, and even if you wanted to do things together, he still needed to rest. He deserved it. And nap time was sacred for both of you.
However, you now needed to wake up and do your boring adult stuff. You sighed and cursed your stomach for being hungry.
You slipped away from him, careful not to wake him up. You were wearing Dohoon's green and pink hoodie (your favorite from his wardrobe), which only made you look three times smaller. Not because you were short (that, well- that was debatable) but because he was indeed like a walking streetlight. You liked how it looked on you, so you usually wore it when he was at home.
You glanced at him once more. He was sleeping like a pretty little baby. His oval face, his steady breathing, made him look so peaceful you just wanted to stay a bit more.
'Grrrrr', you heard. It was your stomach. Unfortunately, it seemed like your body didn't want you to stare at Dohoon.
So, you stood up, putting your feet against the floor and shuffling your feet. Soon, you arrived at the kitchen, where the magic usually happened and started cooking. It wasn't like cooking was your favorite thing in the world. Even more, every time you could, you would let Dohoon do this kind of work and then enjoy the meal he had prepared.
But sleep is sacred, so you just started to work.
Time passed, and Dohoon started to hear noises from the kitchen. No need to say that woke him up. He was a light sleeper. The boy rubbed his eyes and glanced to the side, expecting to have you beside him - even if you obviously weren't, because if not, who would be making such noises?
He was still disappointed in not finding you there, though. He stood up, even if he really did not want to, and walked to you. There was a sweet smell all around the apartment, and that was part of the reasons he felt curious. You never cooked, and now Dohoon felt scared of you burning down the kitchen.
What he found there, however, wasn't fire but you trying to get a jar he had lifted a bit too high for you to reach. So you were hopping, sticking out your tongue in concentration.
Quacking jar, you thought to yourself, who the hell had had the idea of leaving it up there?
Dohoon grinned and got closer to you without you even noticing. "Hi," he said. You jumped because of the sudden surprise.
"Oh. Oh my god, Dohoon..." You said, putting your hand on your chest and looking up to look at him. And a little higher, just because you couldn't see all his face from down there. "You scared me."
A chuckle escaped his lips. "Sorry, sweetie. Do you need that?" He pointed at the reddish jar.
"Yes..."
You looked at him. He lifted an eyebrow, his eyes on you.
"What?" He asked.
You bit your lip, not really wanting to ask it because you knew he was going to tease you about it. But on the other hand, you still needed that for the recipe. It was pretty important (or at least that was what it said).
"Could... Could you get it for me?"
"'Course," he nodded, as it was no big deal. Which, by the way, wasn't. It was just... weird. Because Dohoon did not tease you. Didn't say anything, just got it for you. And, of course, he was so tall and his arms were so long, he didn't need to say anything to just demonstrate it; he just got the jar even without standing on his tiptoes.
Your confusion was clear to him, as you were frowning and looking at him as if he had just turned into Spiderman. He gave it to you, directly into your hands. He must be half asleep, you thought. Well, maybe your skeptical manner was exaggerated, but he had been a real pain about that all day.
"What? Are you expecting me to say 'awie you are so small you couldn't get it by yourself'?’ because I could do it too if you want me to.." He teased, with a grin.
Okay, here it went, your typical Dohoon was back. He wasn't asleep, then. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but with a small smile on your face that didn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend. "There's no need, you tease."
He snorted, and as you turned back to the meal you were preparing, Dohoon hugged you from behind, and rested his chin on your shoulder, arching his back. He enjoyed the moment for a little longer, taking in the sight of you cooking (a rare one), the way you were fighting with the vegetables to turn them around, and the smell of your scent mixed with the food’s. He knew quite well the next day he would go back to his tiring, exhausting schedule and wouldn't enjoy all that anymore.
He wouldn't properly see you in a couple of days, and suddenly... he felt scared. Even if he didn't quite know of what.
"Love." He called you after a while.
"hm?"
"You know I love you, right?" He muttered.
"Of course I do. And I do too. I love you a lot."
Dohoon nodded and let out the air he didn't even know he was holding. "Okay."
You snorted, turning off the fire once the food was ready. The smell only made you hungrier. But first things first, you thought as you turned around and wrapped your arms around Dohoon's neck.
"I love you. I'm proud of you, and I'm not going anywhere either. I'm here for you." You said slowly, quietly. Your gaze filled with love.
He shallowed hard, but smiled. Dohoon sometimes wondered how on Earth were you capable of saying the exact things he needed to hear to feel better, even when he didn't know himself.
"Thank you," he returned quietly as well.
You smiled too. He leaned slowly and pressed his forehead against yours, and then kissed you. It wasn't rough, or that type of kisses that leave you lingering for more. It was a soft one that carried more than words could actually say. It carried feelings, it carried love. The one you felt everyday when you walked near him, or when you slept, laughed, ate… just spend time with him.
You got on your tiptoes to kiss him better, which had become a habit.
Dohoon snorted at this. You rolled your eyes internally.
Man, how you loved him. Even with his stupid shortie jokes.
genre: fluff, hurt/comfort ; pairing: idol!shinyu x gn!reader ; warnings: sickness (no wayy), mentions of throwing up, medicine, that’s it! ; wc: ~1k ; @kstrucknet
maia’s note: hehe this was so cute to write. after writing so much for shinyu, he’s been bias wrecking me so badly.. i also desperately need to get back into my written works era. enjoy reading! likes, reblogs, and feedback is always appreciated!! 🫶
you woke up with what felt like, and most likely was, hundreds of text messages on your phone.
you were expecting them to be from your boyfriend, shinyu, as it was his day off and the two of you had planned a relaxing, simple date together. as in, you go over to his dorm and play video games on his switch with him. that was the ideal with shinyu anyways.
the notifications on your phone begged to differ, though, as they were not from shinyu, but his bandmates instead.
DOHOON 💬
yn shinyu hyung isnt feeling well he told me to text u
he says in a groggy voice, “im sorry yn..”
KYUNGMIN 💬
shinyu says he’ll have to cancel your date :(( he doesn’t want to get you sick
and oh is he SICK alright! that guy was throwing up!
you roughly rubbed your eyes after reading the messages. frowning out of concern, you wrote out a message to dohoon.
read under the cut!
YN 💬
oh no hwannie
ill be there in 30. what symptoms does he have? ill get medicine.
dohoon responds quickly.
DOHOON 💬
nono shinyu hyung said not to come
you groaned at your boyfriend’s stubbornness.
YN 💬
dohoon i’m heading over there. what are his symptoms.
you put your phone down to get ready, knowing that you’re going to visit shinyu no matter his member’s response.
after you’re done and all set, you pick your phone back up and read the most recent message from dohoon.
DOHOON 💬
fever, body aches, and a small cough. he threw up a few times earlier too..
you sighed, making sure you had everything before exiting your apartment.
୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦
you stood at the front door of tws’ dorm, hitting two gentle knocks on it.
the door creaks open—creepily.. almost—to the dim apartment. there stands jihoon.
he whispers, “hi yn. keep it low if you can since shinyu hyung doesn’t know you’re coming.”
you internally groan, of course they didn’t tell him. jihoon gestures you to come in and you do as instructed. he closes the door behind you before walking you to shinyu and youngjae’s bedroom.
the door to their room is closed, and with no hesitation, you grab hold of the door knob.
jihoon quickly stops you, raising his hands in warning. “wait! before you go in, can you tell shinyu hyung to not be mad with us?” he says in a low voice.
you chuckled, “yes jihoon, i’ll tell him i was the one who insisted on coming here.”
he smiled widely, stepping back and signaling you to enter the room.
you turned the knob, slowly opening the door and setting foot into the space. pushing the door behind you but not fully closing it, you approach your boyfriend’s bed which was covered by a long curtain.
youngjae isn’t in sight, as he most likely wanted to avoid contracting any sort of sickness—with the clean freak he is—and is in another member’s room instead.
you hear a soft shuffling in the bed. “huh?” shinyu says in a weak voice.
you move the curtain aside slowly, now looking him straight in the eyes (which were half open).
“yn? what are you-“ he gets interrupted by a cough of his own.
you looked at him worriedly and began to take out the medicine you had brought from out of your bag.
“your members let me know you were sick.” you exhaled deeply. “and i know you didn’t want me to come but how could i not? look at you.”
a moment of silence passed as you looked at him up and down with your eyebrows furrowed.
you continued, “i don’t care about getting sick, i just want you to feel better.”
shinyu mumbles, “i’m sorry.”
you shook you head. “it isn’t your fault. is this your water?” you point to a glass on his cluttered bedside table.
he nods, unable to look at you straight in the eyes.
you take the cup and direct him to take the medicine you brought, helping him sit up in doing so. he does as you say and afterwards, takes your hand in his. his hand is warm.
“i finally have a day off and i just happen to get sick,” he pouts. “i was looking forward to being with you; to finally having a day all to ourselves.” his voice is low and somewhat unclear, but you’re still able to make out his words.
you stare at him, eyes full of adoration as you observe his messy head of hair and the way the corners of his soft pink lips turn downward. how could someone look so beautiful while being horribly sick?
“i know hwannie. i was excited too.” you reassure him, “and, there will still be more opportunities for us to spend time together in the future, okay?”
you reached out to make an effort to fix his bed head, pushing strands of his soft hair away from his face. he melted into your touch.
“plus.. we are technically together right now. this still counts, right?” you smile at him.
he looked up to meet your gentle gaze. his eyes are tired and full of exhaustion, yet when he makes eye contact with you, a part of them light up a little.
he rubbed your hand softly, caressing it with love. “yeah, that’s true.” he hesitates, before mumbling something under his breath.
“huh?” you hum in question.
he cleared his throat. “do you want to.. cuddle?”
you grinned immediately at his words. did it matter if you got sick? in any other case, yes. but right now, when your loving boyfriend with his adorable red nose, flushed pink cheeks, and gleaming shiny eyes was directly in front of you and wanted cuddles, did it really matter?
IM THE ───── 𝓓𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀(𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍) .ᐟ 신정환 : he just wanted to be with you on his day off. fluff 🐿️ 387. 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄
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You were perfecting your eyeliner, prepared to put blush on and do the finishing touches when your boyfriend pushed open the cracked door with an exasperated sigh. You watched as he wrapped a loose arm around your waist wordlessly, pressing a kiss into your temple.
“Hello to you too.” you guffawed, letting out a chuckle at his creased brows. “What's wrong, my drama-queen?”
His lips pouted immediately, and you had to fight off the urge to pinch his cheeks—he was just so damn cute you could hardly contain yourself.
Junghwan hovered for a second, and you stopped your makeup to examine his clothes, a loose white t-shirt and leopard print pants; His usual outfit to sleep. Very glamorous.
He sat on the closed toilet, body-language immediately hunched as he quietly asked. “Are you leaving?”
“Yeah,” you replied, pulling out your pink dusted brush, “I’ll be back in like 3 hours, I promise. You know I haven’t seen my mom in a bit, I miss her. It’s just lunch.”
He let out the most dramatic sigh you’d ever heard, staring at his feet kicking the rug slowly.
“If I knew you weren’t going to sleep in so late, I would’ve told her I was bringing you.” Junghwan looked up hopefully, “I was just worried you’d not want to come because it’s your only day off, but I can text her right now.”
You went back to doing your makeup when he jumped up, suddenly full of the energy he lacked a couple of minutes ago; Obviously still tightly grasped by sleepiness when he entered the bathroom.
“Really?” he asked, plopping himself onto the counter at your side. You looked at him curiously through the mirror, trying to focus so you could let him get ready.
“Sure baby, just let me finish then you can—“
“Will you do my makeup? I want to look my best for her, you know. I can’t be walking around with two 10s looking sub-par.”
You snorted out a laugh, looking towards him, but he was dead-serious. Then, you nodded, and the biggest smile ever spread across his face—you swear you could see all his damn teeth.
You’re just glad you knew how to do makeup enough (so you could see that smile all the time) and he had his bb cream shade already.
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synopsis: baking with a kyungmin that seems to be in love with u pairing: idol!kyungmin!xnon!idol!f!reader genre: fluff w/c: 669 a/n: this small fic was made up from this request, I realy enjoyed writing it <3. likes and reblogs are appreciated <3
nets: @daydreamnet
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Every Monday at school, Kyungmin’s favorite moment wasn’t lunch—it was that exact second you’d pull that plastic container out of your backpack. Your brownies were legit legendary in class, and he was always the first one to snag a piece, thanks to a friendship that had gotten pretty tight over the months. That’s why, when he asked you to come over to his group's dorm to teach him how to bake them, his excuse was: "The members won't stop bugging me to learn how to make something tasty." But the truth? He just wanted to see you outside of school.
୨♡୧
Everything was going smooth until it was time to sift the flour. Kyungmin, trying to flex his "athlete skills" to impress you, started shaking the sifter with way too much energy.
"Look, y/n! I’m like a pro baker!" he shouted, right before a white cloud exploded between you two.
When the dust settled, Kyungmin had white eyelashes and the tip of his nose was covered in flour. He looked like a cute little old man. You started laughing so hard you had to lean on the table for support. Instead of cleaning himself up, he just froze, watching you laugh with this goofy, happy expression that even the flour couldn't hide.
"You look... cute when you’re laughing at my fail," he muttered, totally forgetting to wipe his face.
୨♡୧
"Alright, Kyungmin, now crack the eggs, but be gentle," you instructed.
He nodded with some over-the-top determination. He hit the first egg against the rim of the bowl so hard the shell shattered, and the contents almost went flying onto his favorite tee.
"Oh no! I broke it!" he yelled dramatically.
"Wait, let me help!"
You stepped up behind him and placed your hands over his to guide him with the second egg. You felt Kyungmin’s body stiffen instantly. His breathing got heavy, and he stopped looking at the egg to steal a glance at your hands wrapped around his. The kitchen chaos just vanished for him; there was only the touch of your skin and the scent of your perfume mixed with the chocolate.
୨♡୧
At one point, while you were whisking the batter, you realized the silence had gone on a bit too long. Looking up, you found him leaning on the counter, chin resting in his hand, watching you with an intensity that made you lose your train of thought. He wasn't looking at the dough. He was looking at you. He had this peaceful expression and a half-smile that screamed pure admiration.
"Do I have something on my face?" you asked, feeling your cheeks start to burn.
Kyungmin blinked, snapping out of his trance, and cleared his throat real quick, though he didn't look away.
"No, it’s just... you look really professional," he lied awkwardly, his eyes still glued to yours. "I really like how you concentrate. The school brownies are good, but seeing you make them is... different."
୨♡୧
Once the brownies were safe in the oven, the silence returned. Kyungmin had finally cleaned his face, but there was still a tiny trace of flour near his ear. You reached out to brush it off with your finger. He stayed perfectly still, holding his breath while you did it. His dark eyes followed your every move with a devotion you could almost touch.
"Thanks for coming, y/n," he said in a low voice, way deeper than the one he usually used at school. "I really did want to learn... but mostly, I just wanted you to be here."
He didn't say "I love you," but the way he offered you the first piece—blowing on it so you wouldn't get burned and waiting anxiously for your reaction—said way more than any confession ever could.
[fairy of shampoo] or, how tws would be when you're sick
PAIRING : ot6 x reader! GENRE : fluff CW/TW : reader is sick WC : 0.3k
SUGGESTED 🎧: fairy of shampoo, dosii XOXO : inspo really be hitting only when
im sick huh. shoutout my 4th sickfic fic + [m.list]
these guys would be super careful and wear a mask to not catch anything while they're taking care of you. would be more than willing to run to get you meds from the pharmacy, tissues, heat packs or the any snacks you're craving from the convenience store at quite literally any time you ask it of him from dawn to midnight. (you wouldn't even have to ask honestly, he'd just know.) he'd go into full male wife mode - cook for you, clean for you, everything.
+ would not be super physically affectionate (unless you specifically ask for it) but!! would give the most comforting forehead kisses (w the mask on! we stan a cautious king; can't have him falling sick because he needs to take care of you <3)
°˖➴ [DOHOON, YOUNGJAE, HANJIN]
unlike the ones above, these guys would be just so, so clingy. would order everything you need/ask for online bc they're definitely keeping you wrapped up in their arms 24/7, cuddling w you and peppering you w kisses all over (unless ofc, you specifically tell them you're not comfortable being touched at which point they'd give you space but still ensure that you don't move an inch out of their sight). would nawt be wearing a mask Despite that and when you voice out your concerns over them getting sick would just say "oh c'mon baby,.. pretty boys don't get sick >.<"
+++ 99% would get sick right after LMFAO
°˖➴ [SHINYU, JIHOON, KYUNGMIN]
bonus : lowkey this one would be a mixture of both :P would order stuff but run outside to buy things too. he'd actually be super careful at first but then end up slipping and kiss you or something and then get sick right after </3 y'all might need to get someone else entirely to look after n take care of you both .....
°˖➴ [TAESAN]
— in which kyungmin is your cute best friend content fluff, attempt at crack 💔 tw 67 joke, kys joke tune 🎧 you+me=7942
✉️ ﹒first time making a smau aaaaaa (it's kinda fun lowk)
p.s. shoutout to lucy for giving me this title idea <3
