⋆.𐙚 ̊ clingy!tws headcanons, idol!tws x gn!reader, wc: +1.7k, i mean no harm to any of the members. this is purely a work of fiction!
⋆˚꩜｡ shinyu
shinyu may be the eldest in the group, but as the youngest in his family, there's nothing he likes more than being babied by you. it had been their day off and you had planned an outing together that day. but shinyu was being extra clingy, refusing to get out of bed.
"baby, five more minutes, please," he said, voice muffled as he burrowed his face in the crook of your neck, messing up his bedhead even more, which you didn't even know was possible. you always teased him how crazy his hair would be after bed, having your phone gallery full of pictures of what he looked like first thing in the morning.
"hwannie, you've been saying that for the past hour," you whined as lightly hit his chest, feigning annoyance. but on the inside, you didn't mind the opportunity to cuddle with him a little bit more. especially since he’d been so tired from his schedules lately.
"last five minutes, i promise," he replied, hugging you even closer to his chest. you could only roll your eyes in amusement, giving in to his request. your hand unconsciously reaches up to thread your fingers through his hair, as if he was a puppy. he hummed and smiled even in his sleepy state, thinking that he could stay here in this moment for the rest of his life.
rest of the members under the cut!
⋆˚꩜｡ dohoon
it was a friday night, and that meant your weekly date night with dohoon. this week, you had decided to have a stay in date at their dorms, where you ordered food for everyone and played video games in the living room. you all were having fun, throwing jokes left and right, and making fun of each other’s mario kart skills. as the night grew darker, the others started heading to bed, leaving you and dohoon in the living room
you had shifted from your spot from the couch, planning to clean up the mess before heading home. dohoon had told you they had schedules the next day, so it was best for you to go home so that you were out of everybody’s way when they needed to get ready in the morning.
“i’ll go home after cleaning-“ you started, before you felt dohoon’s arms wrap around your waist. “no,” he whined “you’re staying the night with me.” you could only let out a small laugh at his reaction. dohoon, despite caring so deeply of his cool image, was always so clingy when the it’s time for you to go home. he had always claimed that you helped him sleep better. which is true, considering it would need double the effort to get him out of his bed if you were sleeping with him.
“you have schedules tomorrow and i don’t want to bother-“ you couldn’t even finish you sentence before dohoon pulled you back on the couch. falling onto your back, you barely had time to escape before dohoon put his entire body weight on you. “you’re not a bother to anyone, and the schedules are in the afternoon,” he said casually as if you weren’t being squished, “so can we please cuddle and sleep in tomorrow?” he finally brought his gaze to you, waiting for your response.
you were going to say no, but you couldn’t resist the look on his face. from his beady eyes, to his puffed out cheeks, and to his pouty lips, he was already begging you to stay.
“fine, you’re getting away with it this time,” you said before placing a kiss on his lips. but who were you kidding, he always got his way.
⋆˚꩜｡ youngjae
youngjae was always the quiet one, but you noticed that tonight he had been maybe too quiet. you were hanging out with the other members, exploring the city after dinner. throughout the night, you would squeeze youngjae’s hand and ask him with your eyes if everything was okay. but he’d only give you a reassuring smile in return before turning his attention back to the group.
everybody decided to go back to the hotel, already tired from the day’s activities. you were sharing a room with youngjae of course, and you were also excited to have some alone time with him after a long day out with friends.
you barely got to close the door to the hotel room when youngjae caught you in the biggest bear hug, dropping his forehead to your shoulder.
"is something wrong?", you asked, concerned over your boyfriend's behavior. you felt him shake his head against your shoulder, "nothing, just wanted your attention."
you smiled at his reason before teasing him, "you big baby. let's spend tomorrow for just the two of us, hm?" you suggested as you rubbed his back, not rushing to let go of the embrace.
throughout your relationship with youngjae, you came to realize that when his social battery would run out, his favorite way to recharge would be to spend some alone time with you.
he reluctantly let go of your hold to go and get ready for bed, but not before stealing a kiss and walking away as if he didn't ask to be babied for a good minute or two.
⋆˚꩜｡ hanjin
the moment the members had told you that hanjin was not feeling well, you immediately went to the store to buy things you needed to take care of him.
when you arrived at the dorms, you quietly walked in hanjin's room. approaching his bed, you tried to locate your boyfriend who was buried under blankets and his many plushies.
he stirred in his sleep, peaking his head from under the blankets. he squinted his eyes up at the figure in front of him. when he realized that it was you, he frowned, feeling guilty. "baobei, you didn't have to come here. you'll get sick," he said as he hid himself under the blanket again.
still, you approached him, and patted his head over the blanket. "don't worry, i'll just be in the kitchen making you food." you had left the room and made your way to the kitchen.
you hadn't even finished unpacking the groceries, when your heard a door click open and close. out came hanjin still wrapped in his blanket, taking small and slow steps to you in the kitchen. you were about the scold him when he had simply come up to hug you from behind.
"i want cuddles," he said, voice raspy and muffled. your heart immediately melted, not having the heart to scold him anymore. you grabbed him by the hand and guided him to the couch.
"we can cuddle later when you've eaten some food and taken your medicine, okay?" you said, as you made sure he was comfy on one side of the couch. all hanjin wanted to do was to cling on to you everywhere you went. but he knew you were doing what was best for him.
so he watched you move around the kitchen from the living room sofa, wondering how lucky he was to have you.
⋆˚꩜｡ jihoon
if you could describe han jihoon in only one word, it definitely would be clingy. you could be anywhere. in the dance practice room, their dorms, even in public. he would hug you, beg you to pet his hair, even putting his body in weird positions just to gain your attention and place his head under your hand.
you would sometimes wonder if he ever ran out of energy. because by the way you watch him interact with his members and perform on stage, it really did seem like he had unlimited energy.
but after a certain busy and tiring comeback season, they finally had a few days off. you were on your way to their dorm, already having a bag full of snacks to share with everybody. you were already thinking of all of the things that jihoon would want to tell you about this comeback and every funny moment that had happened in between.
but you were surprised when you entered their dorm and you weren't ambushed by your boyfriend, who would usually come bounding down the hallway to greet you like a puppy waiting for his owner. you found the other members in the living room, but jihoon had been nowhere to be found.
dohoon said that jihoon was in their room, saying that he was retiring early for the night. after dropping off the snacks, you went to jihoon's room where you found him already in bed, body in another weird sleeping position. you always teased him with the way that even in his sleep, his body can't stop moving.
you approached his bed, deciding to join him. jihoon stirred in his sleep, already moving aside to make space for you. even if he was half-asleep, it was as if he knew it was you, already had the feeling of your presence memorized.
once settled in bed, you could only laugh at the contrast of the situation. this was one of the rare times where you found jihoon tired out. calm, even. but nothing changed, as even in his sleepy state, he found your wrist and brought it to his head, asking for head rubs as he continued to fall back asleep.
⋆˚꩜｡ kyungmin
kyungmin was already so babied by his members, being the maknae. so in your relationship, it was actually kind of rare for him to be clingy to you, especially since he was used to being the eldest in his family, anyway.
but perhaps today was an exception. you were hanging out with the rest of the members at an arcade, having a go at the different games with each of the members.
but now that you were back home, you had wondered why kyungmin was following you around everywhere you'd go. even now as you were trying to focus on the movie that the two of you were supposed to be watching, kyungmin was restless beside you.
"okay, what's wrong?" you asked, as you finally turned to face him. he couldn't even meet your eyes, choosing to focus his eyes on his lap.
"y-you haven't been giving me a lot of attention today," he confessed quietly, "but you were having so much fun, so i didn't want to bring it up."
"aww, is my minie jelous?" you said, teasingly. before he could even protest, you wrapped your arms around him, snuggling your face into his chest. "you don't have to keep it in, okay? i like it when you're clingy."
kyungmin couldn't even respond. instead, he welcomed the attention with open arms, his heart warming at the fact that he doesn't need to pretend or hide his feelings, especially not from you.
gosh i forgot how hard it is to write headcanons hehe but i hope you like them!! pls send in any thoughts, ideas, requests and i'll try to get to them when i can! i'd also love to chitchat about the members any time!
[24/7] ୨୧ classmate!dohoon x reader﹒fluff high school au senior sunrise confession ft. zb1 gunwook, triples yubin, kiiikiii leesol, tws youngjae. ⠀2.3k ﹒ 🎧 ( supercrush )
💌﹒hai…anyone still remember me…LMAO ok but jokes aside sorry for ghosting you guys for two whole months TT i wish i could say that i’ve been busy (which i really have), but honestly i think my biggest issue is procrastination gulps... anyways i hope you enjoy i really love this fic 🥹
the glow of your phone screen illuminated your dark room as your alarm ringtone sounded and your device vibrated, reminding you it was time to wake up. you sat up in your bed, rubbing your eyes as you picked up your phone and turned off the alert. a glance at the time told you that it was currently 4:50am. the entire room was still pitch dark, the sky outside a jet black.
you yawned as you sat there for a moment, contemplating your life choices before it suddenly dawned on you why you had woken up so early in the first place: senior sunrise! the realization caused you to perk up, energy suddenly coming to you.
you picked your phone back up and turned off do not disturb, and right on cue, your friends’ messages started flooding into the notification center. you scrolled through the texts, most of them leesol and yubin debating with gunwook about how many donuts to buy. you smiled at their never-ending bantering before shooting them a text that you’d be on the way to school soon. then, climbing out of bed, you slipped into the bathroom to wash up and get ready.
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the air was fresh and chilly as you walked onto the football field of your school fifteen minutes later. blue hour was starting now, the night sky morphing into a mesmerizing shade of deep blue. you peered around, in search of your friends, and was met with the sight of gunwook struggling to carry four large boxes of donuts. you trotted over and took two from him, alleviating him from the risk of dropping all of them and getting scolded by yubin.
“yn!” gunwook turned toward you, happy to see you. “you made it!”
you grinned at him as you set the small stack of boxes on a nearby table, where yubin, committed to her duties as school president, was busy organizing the food the students had brought into a snack bar. leesol was next to her, helping her set up some pre-made signs.
the two looked up from their work upon your arrival.
“yn!” leesol came out from behind the table and gasped dramatically as she circled around you, admiring your outfit. “oh my gosh, you look so good!”
you smiled. “thanks. i forgot my jacket though…hopefully it doesn’t get cold later.” you sighed as leesol pouted and yubin patted your shoulder.
you helped yubin and leesol finish setting up the snack bar before the three of you made your way to where gunwook was laying out a picnic blanket on the synthetic turf.
“gunwook!” a male voice sounded from behind you guys. the boy looked up and saw youngjae, a guy in your class, coming over with his own group of friends. he ran over to the other boy, and two of them dabbed each other up. you noticed in particular that part of youngjae’s group was dohoon, the boy you sat next to in biology class. your heart involuntarily skipped a beat, like that was its natural reaction to dohoon’s very presence. the dip surprised even yourself, and you put your hand to your chest absently. it didn’t help that dohoon’s gaze hadn’t seemed to leave your figure since their group had come. you avoided his gaze, finding it to be a bit intimidating despite the fact that the two of you usually exchanged friendly interactions during class.
“wanna sit with us?” gunwook’s voice snapped you back to what was happening at hand. the other group voiced their agreement, and that’s how you found yourself sat between your friends and dohoon and his friends. somehow—by coincidence, you thought—he had taken a seat at the spot right beside you. the space was slightly cramped, with seven people sitting on three medium-sized blankets, and your shoulder brushed against his occasionally as you shifted around.
the sky started showing more visible signs of light, the color now slowly but surely shifting to a brighter cobalt blue, as more students from your grade made their way into the field.
just as everyone was settling down, playing games, chatting with each other, and munching on snacks, all waiting for the sun to rise, yubin suddenly got up with a start, as one of the teachers had come over to see her about something student government related. as if yubin’s departure had caused a domino effect, leesol also stood up, claiming to need to go use the restroom. gunwook followed, going with youngjae and the rest of dohoon’s friends to go play catch with a football.
and before you knew it, you were all alone with dohoon.
there was an obvious tension in the air, and the awkward silence was starting to make you a bit uncomfortable. however, just as you were about to say something to break the silence, dohoon suddenly spoke first.
“yn. how…are you doing today?”
you were a bit taken aback, hearing his voice initiate conversation for once. usually, you were always the one who started conversations during biology, saying hello when you saw him, commenting about the dissection specimen, asking him questions and such. you couldn’t deny though that—athough a bit unfamiliar—this was a pleasant change.
“i’m good, dohoon. what about you?” you returned politely.
“i’m good too.” he responded, sounding casual as he sat back, leaning on his hands, though you didn’t miss the faint tremble in his voice.
with that, silence ensued, and awkwardness retook its place, as if it had never left at all.
you looked into the distance, absentmindedly tapping your fingers on your arm as you silently prayed for leesol to return from the bathroom and end this awkwardness before you embarrassed yourself in front of dohoon. speaking of who, now cleared his throat as he too stared off into some distant spot, seemingly finding the principal’s munching on donuts to be very intriguing.
you turned your head, looking around at the activity of the other students around you. somehow, if felt as if the other kids were a whole different dimension away from you. like you and dohoon were encased in your own little private bubble separate from the rest of the world. just as you were about to make an observation about the photobooth in a lame attempt at reigniting conversation, a breeze suddenly rushed by, blowing your hair against your face as goosebumps quickly raised upon your bare arms, the feeling akin to raindrops falling upon the cement sidewalks on a particularly rainy day. you shivered involuntarily at the abrupt temperature drop.
dohoon’s figure seemed to visibly tense besides you. “are you cold?” he asked, concern washing over his perfect features.
you were about to shake your head, insisting you were fine, when he spoke again, shaking his head. “wait, sorry, that’s a really dumb question.” then, without warning, he unzipped his jacket, shrugged it off, and handed it over to you.
you stared at him blankly, unsure what to do as you took the jacket into your hands. dohoon made a vague gesture as if telling you to put it on. “wear it. i don’t want you to catch a cold.”
you hesitated a moment, but then the morning breeze picked up once more, and you found yourself pulling the jacket on. the sleeves were a bit long, but its warmth hugged you and gave you comfort. you couldn’t help but notice how good the garment smelled as well: its fragrance was a mix of refreshing cologne and a natural scent that reminded you of wood.
“thanks.” you remembered to say, mumbling the word quietly.
“no worries.” dohoon replies softly, and you look up as he shoots you a small, timid smile. and honestly? that smile warmed you up from inside out more than any jacket in the world possibly could.
you definitely didn’t imagine your own reaction when your face flushed. you could feel the heat, it was practically burning your face. the thought that you were probably already blushing profusely from the cold didn’t help your case either, only tinging your cheeks with more color—from embarrassment, this time.
thankfully, leesol was finally coming back from the restroom now, and you looked upon her approaching figure like she was your life saviour.
she plopped down on the blanket, took one look at you, and asked, “what’s wrong?”
you blinked twice. “nothing’s wrong.”
she narrowed her eyes at you for a moment, her eyes flickering between the jacket on you and dohoon’s jacketless figure next to you. she raised an eyebrow, staring not-so-discreetly at the boy who was nonchalantly scrolling on his phone now.
“did he…?” she asked you in a hushed voice.
you pretended to not understand what she was getting at as you answered, “did he what?”
“come on, yn! you know what i’m talking about…
at this point, the other boys were also making their way back from the field, talking animatedly. gunwook was tossing the football they had been throwing in the air, watching it spin in a spiral before catching it in his arms.
sensing a chance for a distraction, you grasped it quickly and called him over.
“gunwook! over here!”
dohoon’s head popped up at your words, and you stared at him as he watched gunwook’s approaching figure with a complex expression on his face. then, his head abruptly turned, and you found yourself staring into his eyes. your face burned as you briskly turned away.
“i’m going to the bathroom.” you announced as you stood up. you didn’t really have to go, but your heart felt somewhat heavy, like something was weighing on it, and you wanted to go be alone for a bit.
leesol looked up at you. “oh, okay. just make sure to come back before the sun rises!”
you nodded, walking off in the direction of the nearest bathroom.
you could feel a pair of eyes lingering on you even as you walked away.
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after having splashed water on your face to refresh yourself and having stared at your reflection for a good five minutes in the bathroom, you slowly made your way out, hands shoved in your—no, dohoon’s—jacket pockets.
you were starting to head back towards the football field when a quiet voice spoke from behind you.
“yn.”
you turned quickly, face lighting up in pleasant surprise as your brain registered the voice. sure enough, dohoon stood behind you, leaning on the wall separating the two bathrooms. you were so in your own headspace that you hadn’t even noticed him before. as you faced him, he stood up straight, staring into your eyes. his face was serious, but his eyes shone with something that looked a bit like determination.
“oh, hey, dohoon.”
“hi.” was the hesitant response. he scratched his nape, as if he didn’t know what to say. you noticed incredulously that he was—blushing?
he cleared his throat loudly, eyes darting from your eyes to your chin to your lips before finally settling on a spot on the top of your head. “um… how do i say this. i know we’re not really super close, but…”
you tilted your head, waiting.
his face flushed, and he looked right in your eyes as he said the next words. “but i like you! and i…have for a while, actually.”
whatever you had been expecting him to say, it definitely wasn’t this. you were about to say something in response, but he continued on.
“you’re such a caring person and just so pleasant to be around. and i wanted to tell you this now, at the start of our last year, because i wanted this year to be the year i become braver about expressing my feelings.”
you smiled at his words, feeling shy at his compliments. "that’s so sweet, dohoon. i'd love to get to know you better dohoon. to be honest, i've kind of liked you for a while now.”
dohoon’s entire face lit up in genuine surprise before a small smile slowly made its way onto his lips.
“really?” he asked quietly, relief washing across his features.
you nodded eagerly, and took a step forward, standing closer to him. then, standing up on your tip toes, you carefully leaned closer to his face, searching it. you found nothing but warmth and genuine affection on it. taking this as your sign, you closed the distance between the two of you and pressed a light, fleeting kiss onto his lips.
then, you reached out your hand. “come on, let’s go see that sunrise.”
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the two of you made your way, hand in hand, outside the building and back onto the football field, where everyone was starting to gather. the sky was a light blue now, and it was apparent that the new day was fully dawning now.
“yn! dohoon! hurry, the sun’s starting to rise!” you saw yubin beckoning you over in the distance.
you turned around, casting a glance at dohoon, who smiled at you. you found yourself smiling back as you pulled him toward your friends.
“yn!” leesol called as she saw you walking over. then, her eyes trailed to dohoon behind you, and they widened slightly. “oh, hi, dohoon…”
she looked back at you, raising her eyebrows in a silent question. you just shook your head, mouthing “later”, which satisfied her.
by this point, the golden rays of the morning sun had become fully visible, and the light cast a glow upon the seniors’ faces, illuminating their hopes for the new year and their futures.
you stare at the beautiful sight, feeling the sunlight engulf you like a warm hug. you turn to look at dohoon next to you, wanting to catch him enjoying the view as well, only to find him already looking at you.
you raise your eyebrows at him and ask playfully, “aren’t you going to enjoy the view too?”
┈ 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.
synopsis: you’ve been constantly professing your love to your childhood friend ever since you were 12. you weren’t expecting anything but the usual rejection, but maybe some things don’t always stay the same…
word count: 2.0k
a/n: i hope u enjoy! <3
You and Shinyu have been inseparable since you were kids.
Well, in your mind, anyway.
You’ve been adamantly professing your undying love for him since you were at the ripe age of 12.
You know, adult activities and all.
At first, he rejected you every time.
A little awkward, a little inexperienced but unmistakably firm.
But as time went on, rejection grew harder to administer, and Shinyu couldn’t tell if it was because you grew more annoyingly persistent as you aged, or if he was simply too used to you.
One thing he did know is that he loved to see you smile, even if it was when you were deliberately riling him up or when you deemed yourself more capable than you actually were.
That bright innocent smile that made his breath hitch each time.
He convinced himself it was due to allergies, but his heart argued otherwise. Not that you needed to know that.
Today, you were seated on the grassy plane of the community park. You found a perfect spot. Top of the small slope, in the way of the wind’s trajectory, overlooking the smaller section made for children half your age.
Your fingers plucked a petal.
“He loves me,”
Then another.
“He loves me more.”
You continued the process until a small girl on her way to the children’s park, no older than 8 years of age, ran past you whilst yelling you were doing it wrong.
You ignored her and plucked another petal from the daisy.
“He loves me,”
Pluck.
“He loves me more…”
You stared at the bald flower, registering the result.
Gasping quietly, you sprang up on your feet, flower still in hand. A victorious grin stretched on your face as you lifted the stalk of the daisy like it a was trophy.
“Yes! I knew it!”
“Knew what?”
“Ah!” You startled, falling to the ground like a withered plant. Shinyu’s kind eyes peered down at you in mild curiosity, a calm expression on his face.
“You—you scared me!” You placed a hand on your chest, puffing a load of air out of your cheeks.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you.” He said lowly, beginning to approach your sprawled form on the grass.
He crouched close to you, revealing the white shopping bag he was clutching.
“I got us some juice and jellies. You said you were craving some earlier.”
He pulled the items out of the bag with ease and you just continued to monitor him from your spot.
Gosh, he had this weird ability of making the simplest things look attractive.
Ugh, life wasn’t fair.
And as if the Earth heard your lament, the wind blew past the both of you, gently shifting Shinyu’s light bangs and exposing just a touch of his forehead.
Then it hit you too, throwing your hair completely out of place and making you look like you were just finished fighting an unknown entity.
The favouritism was beyond ridiculous.
The bright sound of Shinyu’s laughter carried past your eardrums. His hands covering half his face as he attempted to appear unaffected, but your glaring face was making it hard not to react.
You huffed in frustration, diligently accepting the juice carton he gave you.
“So,” he started, voice at the usual calm decibel he always used when speaking to you. “what is it that you knew?”
He poked a hole in the juice box with his straw, softly bringing his lips to it. His eyes slid to capture yours, a sign to show he was listening attentively. As always.
You sucked on your own straw intensely, purposefully avoiding his eye contact.
This time, you chose to act oblivious.
It’s always been the same anyway.
You confess, he outright rejects you. Sometimes you can’t help but wonder how this one sided chase had gone on for so long.
The spark in your eyes dimmed by a fraction.
Maybe it was time to move on. After all, one day he was going to end up finding the person that made his heart flutter. The person that lit up his winter nights with warm smiles and his scalding summers with refreshing laughter.
One day… Shinyu would no longer be there anymore. With you. Casually conversing at the park.
Taking a dramatic and dragged out sigh, you slowly shook your head, the wind rustling through your strands.
“Nothing.”
Shinyu’s eyes remained on you. An uneasy feeling churned in his stomach.
You’ve never answered like that before. You’ve never kept to yourself when it came to him. You’d always speak your mind no matter how controversial your thoughts were. It was practically his first time hearing you say the word “nothing” as a response.
His lips tugged to the side.
“Are you sure?”
The smoothness of his voice stirred your heartstrings and you nearly gave in in less than a second.
Gosh darn it, he’s good! A master of persuasion!
(No, you’re just really whipped.)
You bit your lip, then dug your hand into the bag of jellies, purposefully filling your mouth with the sweets.
“Yeah, I mean, it’s totally nothing.” You manage to mumble out, mouth still full.
He looked at you.
You could feel yourself growing warm, and it wasn’t the change in the weather.
Waving your arms in front of you to hide yourself, you gently took a hold of his face, manually turning it away from you.
A teasing smile threatened to find his lips. One corner had already began lifting upwards.
He turned to you again.
You turned him back.
A breathy chuckle escaped him.
“If you don’t want me to stare at you all day, tell me what it was you were thinking.”
You relented, shoving another handful of sweets in your cheeks.
He sighed, continuing his stare.
“I feel like there’s been this awkward boundary recently… with us, I mean.”
You continued chewing, eyes focused on the kids playing on the swings far ahead.
“Don’t you feel it too?” He questioned you lightly, bringing his face right next to yours.
You choked on the sweets.
What’s worse was that you couldn’t even die in peace. Shinyu laughed at you quite loudly, but he still had to the decency to pat your back.
The same traits you had fallen for when you were 12.
“Dang it…” you coughed out to yourself.
“You okay?”
You nodded, shooing his hand away.
To help you recover, you went for a sip of your juice box.
“Speaking of, it’s been a while since you’ve confessed to me.”
You choked again.
Nearly spitting your juice out, you glared at him, swallowing harshly.
He shrugged, looking at you with those big, shiny eyes, like he didn’t just purposefully try to end you twice.
Wiping the corner of your lips with your sleeve, you exhaled softly through your nose. Your eyes once again trained on the playground below.
“I think I’m done playing around.”
The wind gently picked up, it’s breeze caressing your skin.
Shinyu went quiet.
Then, almost hesitantly, he asked.
“What do you mean?”
You stayed silent for a long time. Pondering over your shared memories.
Were you just being delusional?
Were you just purposefully sticking by his side to delay the inevitable?
The sound of shuffling at your side.
You lazily veered your attention to find he had moved a tad bit closer.
You raised a brow.
“Well, if you’re not going to do it,” he nervously looked to the side before finding you eyes again. An unfamiliar sense of determination. “I will.”
You blinked.
“Huh?”
“I like you.”
The wind picked up again, like it was trying to carry the confession away from you before you could grasp it and never let go.
Your stare lingered. Shocked orbs completely absorbed in his dark ones. Lips gaping like a fish out of water.
“Wh-what?”
“I like you.” He repeated firmly. That familiar resolve that you were so used to hearing with the opposite kind of words.
A disbelieved sound left your throat.
“You…like me.”
“I like you.”
“How?”
At your response, Shinyu hesitated.
He wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction.
Was he too late?
Had you already moved on?
He bit his lips. Slowly playing with his slender fingers. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed down his nerves.
“I’m sorry that I made it hard for you.” He whispered.
“I was just… scared.”
“When did you…”
“At 16 I pretty much knew.”
You gaped at him.
“You had me confessing to you for this long?!”
“I’m sorry!”
“Are you kidding me?!”
“I don’t think I am?!”
You ran your hands down your face.
“Oh my gosh, my poor young heart.”
He bowed his head in shame.
“Shinyu?”
His gaze rose to meet yours in a rush.
“Yeah?”
“You’re an idiot.”
And with that, you launched yourself at him.
“Wait—”
Throwing your hands around his large build with a bit too much force, the both tumbled off the edge rolling down the small hill, unintentionally.
“Oh no—”
Instinctively, his hand went to shield your head.
“Oof!”
By the end of it, you were on top of him, releasing a painful groan. Your two squished bodies now at the foot of the hill.
“And you called me the idiot.”
Your eyes narrowed at him.
“Shut up.”
His arms remained wrapped firmly around you. A comforting shield.
“Don’t you usually say I need to talk more—”
You were so close that when you tried to get off of him, your lips gently brushed against his own.
He froze.
A short breath escaped him, eyes slowly trickling down to your lips.
Your own breath hitched, watching him revel in the brief feeling of your lips on his.
Leaning forward, Shinyu went for the close—
“Mommy! Why are there two people kissing?!”
You separated with urgency.
Immediately creating a 50 metre gap between you.
You dusted off the small traces of grass on your clothes. Shinyu awkwardly coughed into his hands, then stretched his back like he was actually just exercising all along.
The little boy that witnessed the whole ordeal quickly fled the scene, you mentally cursed, watching his little body scurry off to his mom.
You deadpanned.
“So uh,”
Shinyu spoke from afar, his voice raised so you could hear him.
He pointed to a random direction.
“Wanna go for a walk?”
“Yup!”
You both ran up the hill to collect your snacks.
“Let’s pretend no one saw that.” You whispered as you grabbed your empty juice box.
“Agreed.” He held the rest of the stuff.
You started to walk up ahead before a gentle hand gripped yours.
Shinyu looked at you for a split second, his eyes averting to the trees up ahead.
“Um, you don’t have to answer now but—”
You slapped a hand across your mouth.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! I completely forgot to say it!” You squeezed his hand in yours.
“My answer never changed,” you fully turned to him, briefly letting go of his hand.
“I like you, Shinyu! Please go out with me!”
The exact same phrase.
The exact same tone.
To the exact same target.
Some things never changed.
Shinyu found your outstretched arm, watching how you presented your empty juice box instead of the usual daisies you would offer him during each confession.
He snorted, releasing a small chuckle.
Taking your hand back in his, he held it up to his cheek, his eyes melting into yours.
“It’s the first time someone’s confessed to me with an empty juice box. I think my heart just fluttered.”
You grinned.
“I’d be honoured to be yours.”
He finally said yes.
12 year old you would probably be foaming at the mouth if she saw this.
He took a step forward. “Does that mean I get to properly kiss you now?”
You couldn’t even reply if you wanted to. Soft and fluffy, the taste of sugared candy and fruity drinks. His lips met yours with a long awaited harmony of unspoken feelings.
You could feel his warmth when you pulled away. His forehead against yours.
Short and cozy.
“Mommy! Look! Look! They’re doing the smoochies!”
Oh, for crying out loud!
You turned to each other, both already planning an escape route.
“My place?”
“Your place.”
And with that, the two of you ran away, hand in hand, giggling like little children. Your radiant smile brightening up his spring skies.
kim dohoon x reader ✶ pictures tws send you of dohoon! au ✶ smau! ✶ crack/fluff ✶ warnings: mentions of killing&kicking, language, jihoon and shinyu are man stealers and youngjae's in a situationship and dohoon might be becoming a farmer
song rec: genuinely have overdrive by tws repeatedly playing in my head rn ! its so peak i love the tws genre pls never stop making peak blue glitter pen songs i love my blue tws <3
my note: happily birthday to this cutieful angtal expert ! omg i love you kim dohoon and your sulking habit. were a few days late but like who's even expecting hafs to be on time at this point 😔 happy late birthday to the sulky ddongkangaji and TWS NEW COMEBACK LETS GOOOO!!!
Thinking about how Idia and OG Ortho likely shared a room for their entire lives. They were only two years apart so it would have made sense for their parents to put them in the same room so it would be easier to tend to both boys throughout the night.
How little Idia probably crawled into Ortho's crib at every opportunity.
How even after getting a bed of his own, Ortho would climb into Idia's so they could read comics or play games all night until they fell asleep snuggled in each other's arms.
How after that day, their shared room became Idia's solitary prison. And even after bringing a piece of his little brother back through desperate technomantic labor, the closest he could do to replicate those evenings was to lean against the glass of Ortho's charging port. But at least they were together.
I'm also thinking about how Leona never got that with his own brother.
At 10 years old, Falena had already been moved out of the royal nursery by the time Leona was born. A nursery that was quite large as the royal family had a history of having multiple cubs close together.
But as always, Leona was the exception. So that room always felt ten times too large and ten times too lonely.
As soon as he was old enough, he would often sneak out in search of his parents or Falena, the latter of whom would more often indulge his requests to spend the night. But in the end, the little prince would always be returned to that solitary chamber.
A chamber that felt more like a cage the more he realized what people truly thought of him and how little they wanted him around.
Years later, that room on the Isle of Woe is empty. The royal nursery has a new occupant who doesn't know nearly as much strife as the last prince to dwell there.
The former occupants now share a house of their own, and a cozier room with a bed fit for two. And also Ortho, who's right down the hall and never opposed to group cuddles.
[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]
hi it’s been a HOT MINUTE but I thought of the fluffiest and cutest concept ever for yuya 💔 what if like he has the clingiest of clingy gf and she loves to cling onto him and all 💔💔 ohh pls my heart
.・Clingy gf w/shinyu°＊
genre. Fluff, maybe too sugary and cliche tho..
warning. Mention of food
pairing. bf!Shinyu x clingy!fem!reader
a/n. It’s really been a hot minute and I’m sorry for that, and here is it, I hope you like, if you wanted as headcanon I can do that too
You and Shinyu had been dating for two years, and by now, he was completely used to your clinginess—not that he minded. If anything, something felt off whenever you weren’t attached to him in some way.
It was evening, and the two of you were at his place, just chilling after spending the whole day together.
You were lounging on the couch, half-scrolling on your phone, half-watching him stand at the stove, cooking up something simple for you both.
Or at least, he was trying to.
You had lasted about five minutes before getting up and making your way over to him. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek against his back.
Shinyu let out a small sigh. Not an annoyed one—just a yeah, I should’ve expected this sigh.
“You good?” he asked, not even pausing as he stirred the pot.
“Mhm,” you hummed, squeezing him tighter. “Just missed you.”
He let out a small chuckle. “We were literally on the same couch.”
“Yeah, but you were too far.”
Now he paused, shaking his head with a small smile. He didn’t even bother trying to push you off—he never did. Instead, he leaned back into your hold slightly, letting you stay there as he continued cooking.
“You want me to finish this, or should I just stand here and let you hug me all night?”
You peeked up at him. “Is that even a question?”
He let out a soft laugh, reaching down to pat your hands where they were resting against his stomach. “Alright, just give me five minutes.”
You huffed but didn’t argue. Instead, you just swayed slightly from side to side, still holding onto him.
And when he finally finished and set the food down, you wasted no time grabbing his sleeve and pulling him toward the couch before he could even think about sitting anywhere else.
⸻
After dinner, the two of you ended up on the couch, legs tangled together as you mindlessly watched some random show. Well, he was watching. You were too busy playing with his fingers, tracing small circles on his palm, occasionally pressing soft kisses to his knuckles.
“You’re like a little kid,” he muttered, glancing at you.
You hummed in agreement, still focused on his hand. “You like it, though.”
He didn’t respond, but you felt the way his fingers curled slightly, almost as if he was holding onto you in return. Instead of answering, he just shifted, pulling you even closer until you were practically lying on him.
At one point, you started feeling a little restless. You sat up slightly, only to flop onto him dramatically, making him let out a small oof.
“Was that necessary?” he sighed, though the way he instinctively wrapped an arm around you said otherwise.
“Yes.”
“You’re so much sometimes.”
“You love it.”
He rolled his eyes, but you caught the tiny smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, yeah.”
⸻
Later that night, after getting ready for bed, you lay down beside him but, for once, didn’t immediately cling to him.
You waited.
One second.
Two.
By the third second, Shinyu was already shifting slightly, glancing at you. Then again.
Still, you didn’t move.
Finally, he let out a small, barely audible sigh. Then, very quietly—
“Why are you so far?”
You bit your lip to hold back a smile. “I’m right here.”
“No, you’re not.” His voice was a little muffled from the blankets, but you could hear the pout in it. “Did I do something?”
That made you laugh. “What? No!”
“Then why aren’t you all over me like usual?”
At this point, he was fully frowning, brows slightly furrowed. You watched him for a second, then finally put your phone down and shifted closer, resting your head against his chest.
Instantly, his arms wrapped around you like he’d been waiting for it the entire time.
You smiled. “Better?”
He huffed softly, burying his face in your hair. “Much.”
⸻
The next morning, you woke up before him (for once), and you decided it was the perfect time to mess with him.
You softly pinched his cheeks, poked at his dimples, and pressed little kisses all over his face until he groaned, trying to swat you away.
“Y/N, it’s too early,” he mumbled, voice raspy from sleep.
“You love it.”
He didn’t admit it, but the way he lazily pulled you into his arms, wrapping himself around you like a human blanket, told you everything you needed to know.
Shinyu might act unbothered, but at the end of the day, he loved your clinginess more than he’d ever say out loud.
