#zb1 fluff

[blue-jisungs]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ SUNSCREEN KISSES 🧸ྀི — your big baby newlywed husband matthew really wants to play in the water >:( ( word count 515 )

[ extras ] kissing ^_^ newlyweds, implied honeymoon (never mentioned but i had it in mind ok im tewlling you now)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! inspired by those pics, next question.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡 ⋆. ˚ 𓇼 @kstrucknet

the sun was prickling your skin, sweat droplets rolling down your back.

matthew just sighed dramatically, causing you to look up.

"one moment, baby. some patience, please" you giggled. he just huffed. you wore he would stomp his feet like a dissatisfied kid any minute now. you glanced at his disposed chest for a while before diving back into your bag.

the sand beneath your feet was warm, not burning. thanks to the umbrella that matthew planted next to your spot, it threw a shadow over you.

"got it!" you hummed and showed him the yellow sunscreen tube. he grinned and you were sure it was because it meant being one step closer to the water. nope.

it was because your wedding ring almost blinded him in the sunlight.

he sat down, back facing you. his legs were crossed and he started playing with the sand.

you were humming underneath your breath as you put some sunscreen on your hand. then, you gently started spreading it on his muscular, wide back.

"oof, it's cold" he giggled, the sensation making him shiver. you were thoroughly massaging the lotion in, especially on his tattooed areas.

your fingers lingered over his left shoulder blade, tracing the ink mindlessly.

"are you done yet?" he whined, back slumping. you just laughed.

"nope! matthew, i swear, if you get a sun burn i will not…" you started and he looked over his shoulder.

"can i at least have some to put on my face already?" he asked.

you handed him the suncream with a soft smile and continued to put more over his neck. he handed you the bottle back and you put some more on your hands, spreading it on his sides. sliding your hands down slowly, matthew shivered at the coldness of your wedding ring against his skin.

"mhm, done." you called.

he turned around, eyes wide and sparkling with childish joy.

"wait—!" you huffed, noticing how he didn't even bother to massage in the lotion on his face. white splotches of suncream were visible on his cheeks.

you stood up and cupped his face.

"you're so impatient" you giggled, your fingers working on his skin. matthew put his hands on your waist, grinning.

"i just want to play in water, okay?" he chuckled, gazing at you lovingly. "but seriously though, thank you wifey."

you didn't even try to suppress a smile at the nickname.

"okay, now you're all good. give me a kiss and you can go" you ordered. matthew was so eager to go - just run like a maniac into the water already - that when he leaned in to peck your lips, he knocked off the sunglasses off your head.

"ow!" you giggled.

"my bad" he scoffed and leaned down to grab them.

but his eyes widened when you suddenly sprinted towards the water, sand sparkling beneath your feet.

"the last one in the water is an idiot and a loser!" he heard you yell and his mouth fell agape.

as he started chasing you, he thought you two were really destined to lead a married life.

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[itsactuallylina]

ONLY FOR YOU ᥫ᭡ HYJ

pairing: idol!han yujin x idol!f!reader genre: it was super sweet until it wasn’t, fluff, LITERALLY SO SOFT, a lil bit of humor warnings: bad grammar, intended lowercase wc: 1.0k a/n: thank you for requesting this nonnie 🌷 it didn’t turn out as i wanted to but oh well 😞 based on this request

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HANGING OUT WITH YUJIN is difficult. not because he’s some jerk or anything, but because both your demanding schedules are exhausting. most of the time, the best you could manage was talking backstage whenever your groups had a comeback around the same time.

the last time you had a proper outing was probably more than a month ago.

and now, you were peacefully rotting in your bed in your dorm—blankly looking at the ceiling, thinking about absolutely nothing. and you would’ve probably continued your very “productive” day if it weren’t for an eye catching text.

yuyu: are u busy

you: no why

yuyu: do u wanna come over to my dorm yuyu: i’m done with my schedule 😆

you: i’ll be there soon

it wasn’t often you could visit each other’s dorms. you were both the youngest in your groups, and the managers didn’t exactly make it easy.

without wasting any more time, you grabbed your essentials and changed into a comfortable outfit. as you called an uber, you stopped by your members room to let her know that you’re leaving.

“huh? where are you going?” she took off her headphones.

“to yujin’s,” you reply, already slipping on your shoes.

“ohhhh, alright then” jiwoo teased, with a knowing smile on her face. “don’t come back too late, and be careful!”

“right, thank you!”

the drive to yujin’s place wasn’t that long, but you were able to listen to some of your favorite songs.

after paying for the ride, you scrambled to gather your things and headed toward the entrance.

your heart beats a little bit faster as you get closer to the door. it had been so long since you hung out properly, without rushing or a fear of cameras.

when you were standing right before the door, you whipped out your phone from your pocket to send a quick text.

you: i’m here

seconds later, the door opened, revealing yujin, dressed in a simple black tee and sweatpants. the image of you before his eyes made him grin.

“you’re here,” he softly said, grinning. like he didn’t expect you to actually come.

“of course,” you smiled back. “you called, no?”

yujin scratched the back of his neck, shyly smiling. “yeah, i just…you know, missed you”

these words caught you back for no reason. it’s not the first time you said that to each other, but at this moment, it felt way more vulnerable. “i missed you too,” you replied, slight blush appearing on your ears.

he closed the door behind you and took your bag. the next thing you know, yujin is hugging you. hands wrapping around your waist, his head falling on your shoulder.

“i really missed you, a lot” he quietly whispered, so only you would hear.

hugging him back, you planted a chaste kiss on his forehead, brushing his hair back.

right now, only you two existed in this world. nothing could break this moment—

“huh? what’s this about, yujin?”

well, almost nothing.

gunwook, one of yujin’s members just walked in on you two hugging like one of you just came back from war.

“oh, hello, sorry for disturbing,” you stammered, bowing as best as you could with Yujin still clinging to you.

“hello y/n,” he greeted you back and continued in a teasing voice. “yah, yujin, you never let us hug you so much. i’m upset”

“you’ll live,” yujin shot back immediately.

gunwook just laughed it off. instead taking out his phone and snapping a picture of you two.

your face burned. without thinking, you turned your head in the opposite direction so your face wouldn’t be visible. but it seems, yujin wasn’t bothered at all.

only when his hyung left, yujin let you go. grabbing your wrist, he led you back to his room. without giving it a second thought, he pulled you to his bed, letting his hands return to their previous position—around your waist. you’d do the same if not the constant buzzing of the phone in yujin’s pocket.

“yujin, check your messages”

“i don’t want to, let’s just cuddle,” he replied, already on the verge of falling asleep.

“cmon, what if it’s something important?” you reasoned gently. and it worked, he took out his phone and unblocked it, making screen visible to you.

you wish you didn’t ask.

ZB1 group chat

gunwook: [1 attachment] gyuvin: what gyuvin: he never clings to me like that hanbin: my son 😭😭 taerae: NOOOO IM SUPPOSED TO BE #1 YUJIN FAN ricky: can’t believe this betrayal… gyuvin: i’m actually crying rn hanbin: look how soft our youngest is 😭😭😭 taerae: MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS hao: oh my… you two look cute though 🫶 gunwook: he didn’t even say hi to me properly but he’s glued to y/n matthew: he ignores us every day and suddenly becomes a human koala jiwoong: let him be in love~ ricky: love??? oh?? yujin: STOP hao: why stop? it’s cute gunwook: y/n, thank you for making our maknae smile so much 🥰 yujin: i’m muting this chat bye matthew: HE’S BLUSHING I SWEAR 😭

not being able to bear anymore of their teasing, he shut off his phone and tossed it somewhere else.

you chucked at his reaction. “you’re cute”

“only with you,” he replied, burying his head deeper into your neck.

you just wrapped your hands around him and smiled.

you would never trade clingy yujin for anything else in the world.

bonus:

gunwook: [1 attachment] jiwoo: HELLOOOO jiwoo: genuinely wtf jiwoo: my baby y/n is so down bad TT gunwook: LMAOOO gunwook: dw she’s not the only one

[atzhrts]

pics boyfriend!gunwook would send you ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

includes: suggestive content in pic 2,5,7,9,11, reader referred to as a girl in 11, pussy mentioned in pic 7

[zbis]

[oneshot]

* ˚ ✦ i hate to see you go but i love to watch you leave ; p.gw (suggestive but cute)

you trace the veins on gunwook’s arm lazily as he writes. the muscles flex subtly underneath the tip of your finger with each scibbled letter and phrase. so far, he’s written around 5 pages of possible lyrics and scratched out around half of each of them. you vaguely remember him saying something about how he had some writing credits on the next album, but you didn’t think he’d be contributing this much.

he's already been at this for the past 4 hours. he has good material, he’s just being hard on himself, you think.

you sigh, laying your head on his bare shoulder. earlier he complained about how hot the studio was despite the air conditioner being on blast and decided to strip down to a black wife beater and his sweats. his unwashed black hair was messily strewn about all over his head, evidence of him stressing over the work in front of him.

you move some stray hair away from his face lightly so as to not disturb his flow. he doesn’t say thank you, but you notice his lips quirk up into a quick smile. that’s all you need.

you continue tracing his most prominent veins but stop when he stops writing. “ugh what the fuck,” he mutters. you watch him crumble up the entire paper and toss it behind him somewhere in the room.

“you didn’t have to do that,” you mumble. the vibe of the studio right now is calm and you’d like to keep it that way. it’s late, and you’re sleepy, so if gunwook was calm enough, you think you’d just might be able fall asleep right here in the studio. good, that way he can carry you back to the dorms and you won’t have to walk there.

“it’s not good enough,” he says, picking another piece of paper and writing whatever comes to mind. you don’t say anything because you know his standards are high and any input you give will probably be met with a half hearted “eh” or a condescending pat on the head for your efforts.

you shrug and yawn obnoxiously loud but not on purpose. the soft ticking of the clock, scribbles of pen on paper, and gunwook's steady breaths are lulling you to sleep. “will you carry me today? to the dorms?” you ask after several beats of steady silence.

it takes a long while for gunwook to respond. so long, in fact, that you start to think he didn't hear what you said. you're about to quietly repeat yourself when he finally speaks up. “do you want me to?” he stops writing to look at you curiously. you nod with a pout on your face, knowing that he'd never say no to you. he breathes out a laugh, putting his pen down.

you drop your hand from his arm as he lifts it up to poke your puffed up lips. “that shouldn’t even be a question, right?” he mocks lightly. his entire demeanor is different when interacting with you. when he’s writing, he’s practically attacking the paper. glaring daggers into it and furiously writing any line that comes to him, hoping the words will cooperate enough to form something coherent. in contrast, when he looks at you, his eyes seem to soften up. it’s a calm look full of love with an unspoken gentleness that emanates itself in how he treats you so delicately.

it’s like looking at two different people, really.

“yeah but if you're busy i’ll just get a head start and get hanbin to open the door, i think he left earlier today.” as you speak, you're already halfway off his lap. you don’t wait for him to respond, knowing words of protest would be uttered and honestly your legs were already falling asleep by now.

you saunter over to the door, your body practically dragging you down with drowsiness. gunwook turns his swivel chair around and watches you. "so you're leaving without me? thought you wanted me to carry you home?" he calls out after you. his eyes seem to flicker between your back and the door a couple of times.

you wave him off with your hand. "i'm-" a pause. he eyes your retreating figure, his gaze shamelessly dragging down to your ass. this whole time he hadn't realized you were wearing one of his old boxers that you now revamped into sleeping shorts for yourself. he bites his lip to stop from smiling like a fool and leans back in his seat. "i'm not that busy.." he mumbles under his breath as he hauls himself up from his seat, forgetting momentarily about the project behind him. this was practically the first time within his 4 hours stuck in the studio that he gets up.

he catches up to you effortlessly, caging you in from behind and nuzzling his face into your warm neck. he groans and sways you both back and forth as you walk out from the building. "don't ever- don't just walk out like that y'know.." you stifle a laugh at his words and roll your eyes.

gunwook nips at your earlobes when you teasingly giggle at his poorly masked attraction. "you know i hate to see you go but.." he narrows his eyes slightly and smirks playfully. "i love to watch you leave."

[77zrose]

ZB1 REACTION TO S/O MUMBLING DURING THEIR SLEEP

genre : fluff , ot9

김지웅 kim jiwoong

jiwoong would be intrigued and surprisingly attentive. At first, he’d glance over to make sure you were okay, and then he’d sit quietly, listening to the sounds you were making. If it was something funny or unusual, he might smirk to himself, finding the moment too precious to forget. He’d likely record a small snippet—not to embarrass you but to tease you lovingly the next morning. “You were having quite the conversation in your sleep last night,” he’d say with a teasing grin. However, if your mumbling sounded upset or worried, Jiwoong would immediately reach out, caressing your cheek gently and whispering, “It’s just a dream, love. You’re safe.” His calm, steady presence would be enough to make sure you slept peacefully.

장하오 zhanghao

zhanghao would find the whole situation amusing and irresistibly cute. When he hears you mumbling, he’d stop whatever he’s doing and lean closer, trying to catch what you were saying. If it sounded like you were saying words, he might even join in, playfully responding in a hushed tone, “Oh, really? Tell me more.” He’d treat it like a one-sided conversation, chuckling softly at how unaware you were. If you were completely unintelligible, he’d still find himself entertained, marveling at how endearing you looked in such a vulnerable state. The next morning, he’d bring it up with a mischievous glint in his eye, teasing you gently. “So, were you practicing for a debate in your sleep last night?”

성한빈 sung hanbin

hanbin would find your sleep mumbling heart-meltingly adorable. The moment he hears you muttering softly, he’d pause whatever he’s doing and lean in closer to listen, a fond smile spreading across his face. He might try to make sense of your words, whispering to himself, “What are you dreaming about?” If it sounded like you were dreaming of something silly or nonsensical, he’d chuckle quietly, feeling endeared by this rare glimpse into your unguarded state. If your tone shifted to something distressed, though, Hanbin’s protective side would kick in—he’d gently stroke your hair or whisper soothing words like, “It’s okay, I’m here,” until you seemed calm again. No matter what, he’d make sure you were tucked in snugly and comfortable.

석 매튜 seok matthew

matthew would instantly think it’s the funniest and cutest thing ever. He’d try so hard not to burst into laughter, covering his mouth to avoid waking you up, but his shoulders might shake with quiet giggles. If your mumbling was particularly strange or funny, he might whisper something like, “What are you even dreaming about?” just to amuse himself. At the same time, he’d find it so endearing that he’d lean in closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face and marveling at how precious you looked. In the morning, he’d tease you endlessly but in the softest way, laughing, “You were saying the weirdest things last night—do you even know what you were dreaming about?”

김태래 kim taerae

taerae would immediately be charmed by your sleep mumbling, his heart melting at how peaceful and vulnerable you looked. He might sit quietly for a moment, just watching you with a soft smile, trying to catch what you were saying. If your words didn’t make sense, he’d chuckle quietly to himself, thinking about how cute it was. If your mumbling sounded restless or distressed, Taerae would spring into action, softly humming a tune or even singing a quiet lullaby to soothe you. His voice would be calm and reassuring, and he’d hold your hand or gently stroke your hair to help you relax. In the morning, he’d bring it up gently, asking, “Were you dreaming about something funny last night? You were talking in your sleep.”

리키 ricky

ricky would be completely fascinated, though he’d act cool about it. The moment he heard your sleep mumbling, he’d perk up and lean closer, trying to figure out what you were saying. If it was something funny or nonsensical, he’d smirk to himself, tempted to record it but ultimately deciding against it. Instead, he’d memorize the funniest parts to tease you about later. In the morning, he’d casually bring it up with his trademark playful confidence: “You were saying some pretty weird stuff in your sleep last night. Should I be worried?” If you got embarrassed, he’d reassure you with a grin, “It’s cute, don’t worry.” Deep down, he’d find the whole thing incredibly endearing.

김규빈 kim gyuvin

gyuvin would have no filter—if your sleep mumbling was funny, he’d burst into laughter almost instantly. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from giggling, even if it risked waking you up. If you stirred, he’d try to stifle his laughter, whispering, “Sorry, sorry, it’s just—you were saying the weirdest things!” He’d lean in closer, hoping to catch more of your words, and might even attempt to interpret your dream based on what he heard. If you woke up and caught him laughing, he’d try to explain through his giggles, “You were having the funniest conversation in your sleep!” While he’d definitely tease you about it later, he’d still find the whole thing ridiculously cute.

박건욱 park gunwook

gunwook would be both curious and shy about the whole situation. Hearing you mumbling in your sleep, he’d tilt his head and listen carefully, trying to make sense of it. If it sounded funny or random, he’d quietly laugh to himself, thinking about how adorable you looked. However, if it seemed like you were dreaming about something stressful, he’d gently nudge you or whisper softly, “It’s okay, I’m here,” hoping to comfort you without waking you up fully. He might spend a few extra moments watching you sleep peacefully afterward, his heart full of affection. In the morning, he’d tease you lightly, saying, “So, what kind of dream were you having last night? You were mumbling a lot.”

한유진 han yujin

yujin would be caught between confusion and amusement. At first, he’d stare at you, blinking as he tried to figure out what you were saying. “What are you even dreaming about?” he’d whisper to himself, shaking his head with a small smile. If your mumbling sounded particularly strange, he’d quietly laugh, covering his mouth so he didn’t accidentally wake you. If he couldn’t understand what you were saying, he’d just let it slide and watch you for a moment, thinking about how funny and cute you were. The next morning, he’d shyly bring it up, saying, “You were talking in your sleep last night… Do you even remember what you were dreaming about?” If you got embarrassed, he’d reassure you with a shy laugh, “No, it was cute, really!”

hi people im back from the small hiatus ill be posting more. if you’d like you can make a request i write for groups like: zb1, p1harmony, seventeen, project7 ( upcoming group ), bts, straykids, ateez, evnne, onepact, riize (ot7), bnd & many more just request don’t be afraid ! i dont write smut only fluffs and more. smut maybe in the future -3- (I’ll make a masterlist soon)

[032104]

GUNWOOK IN A PRIVATE BUT NOT SECRET RELATIONSHIP ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆ smau !

idol!gunwook x idol!reader (female), my first zb1 work yippee ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ i ♡ park gunwook

other members: matthew gyuvin

[slytherinshua]

　　❛ LOVE SERUM ❜　𓋰　박건욱　

❪ 融点 ❫　　fluff established rs.　gunwook x f!reader　550　cw ノ kissing, a bunch of skincare stuff that i know nothing abt, they're in love and i'm single yet again, not proofread 〃 ♡　⸝⸝⸝　need a bf like gunwook when will it be my turn　/　𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

Gunwook’s fingers squeeze your thigh, fingertips just slipping under the hem of your silk pyjama shorts, brushing against your skin ever so softly in a touch that tells you just how much he missed you. You ignore the intimate touch and the shiver it brings up your spine to instead intently focus on his face. You hold an eyebrow brush in your hand, tentatively brushing through his left brow with a touch that is even softer. It’s been a longstanding routine ever since the start of your relationship. Saturday nights are for skincare. 

A perfect way to relax after the long week, and often one of your only chances to have hours to spend in just his company. These nights are the ones you wouldn’t give up for anything. 

You’ve already done the face-masks, giggling while trying to line them up perfectly on each other's faces. You even cut up cucumbers—more for the fun than actual benefit—although perhaps they also turned into a snack when your boyfriend managed to catch a slice into his mouth after it fell off his eyelid. Now you’re playing around with all your different tools for skincare—creams and serums enough to fill an entire drawer. You justify it by the fact that you share your collection with Gunwook. Although perhaps it’s getting to be a bit of a spending problem.

He’d be offended if you ever suggested stopping, though. He loves testing new products during skincare night almost as much as the night itself. Rating them on an entirely arbitrary scale, giving each product only the most specific mark to the thousandth decimal. You have your small pile of favourites than you're using tonight, not ready to risk something new after a week so exhausting. You want the familiarity of this routine to soothe you as much as possible, so you'll stick to what you know best.

Gunwook has an extreme case of the giggles tonight, which you’ve noticed over the past hour with an endearing gaze. It started when you first walked through the door, of course. After he pinned you against the wall to kiss you senseless you both couldn’t stop laughing. It had been far too long since you’d been over—work too busy for you to catch a break—and Gunwook knows how to get the most out of the time.

The matching pyjamas he picked out were put on amidst breathless giggles when Gunwook kept fumbling with your buttons. He didn't seem to realize that you kept accidentally undoing the bottom ones so he had more work to do. It was a little excuse to keep him close. You missed his scent. Missed his laughter. Missed his starry eyes looking at you like you're the queen of his universe.

You probably give him the same look back as you admire every curve and dip of his face. You've never studied someone this closely. Never enough to take the time to brush back their eyebrow hairs into place, to gently rub a moisturizer to their cheek, to share your lip balm with them by way of kisses. But Gunwook gets all your special treatment, and you couldn't imagine anyone else being the object of your affection. You only want it to be him till the end of time.

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[h3nderyss]

just breathe - park gunwook

pairing: idol!park gunwook x idol!fem!reader . . . masterlist genre: fluff, comfort, caring gunwookie, secret relationship word count: 835 a/n: first fic since june sigh im so inconsistent with this LOWKEY FORGOT HOW TO WRITE ...... BUT ANYWAYS my long break resulted in me falling more deeply in love with zb1 and gunwook actually became my like 2nd ult so expect more of fics of him hehehehe

the lights were blinding. the cameras were everywhere. the makeup on your face felt heavier than ever.

tonight wasn't your debut, but it sure felt like it was. the pressure was back, thick and loud in your chest. it had been a music show taping, your group had just finished performing.

now, you were backstage surrounded by idols you knew, though most you weren't close with, and it felt like everything was closing in.

you could hear your members talking, laughing, being silly. of course you were used to this. it's part of the job.

yet your heart was racing. breath not coming in right. legs about to collapse. you were about to cry, and the panic came without warning.

not here, not now. you tried to talk yourself down. no one can know. and especially not him.

you'd spotted zb1 arrive 10 minutes ago, your eyes found gunwook almost immediately. he always stood out.. tall, smiling, eyes constantly scanning the room like he was looking for someone.

you knew he was looking for you.

but the rules. those damn rules. you two were idols, under strict contracts, strict management. even being seen standing so close would start rumours. and neither of you could afford that.

still, when your hands begun to uncontrollably shake and your ears were ringing, your eyes actively searched for him again.

and there he was. gunwook's eyes met yours from across the room. he froze, just for a second.

then his smile faded. he tilted his head a little which was his subtle way of asking, "are you okay?"

you blinked in response, almost hoping it was enough to answer him. but it wasn't. because in the next moment, gunwook was already quietly moving.

he was smart and subtle, as he greeted someone who passed by and kept his head down when he needed to, and he somehow ended up ducking into the side hallway behind the equipment curtain. almost like he was headed to the bathroom.

there you found him, less than a minute later. you slipped away from your group, the excuse of reapplying your lipgloss. your manager approved of your request.

there gunwook was, leaning casually against the wall in the dim hallway, like he hadn't just bent the rules for you. as soon as he saw you though, his calm demeanour dropped.

"hey," he said softly, stepping forward. "you're okay. you're here with me. tell me how you're feeling."

you shook your head, "i don't know, it's stupid."

"no, it's not."

"i just– everything felt too loud out there. i don't know what's wrong with me lately. i always handle this. i do–"

gunwook didn't let you finish. he reached out his hand then you took it right away, and he gently pulled you into a hug.

"you're okay, you're okay... baby. i'm always gonna be here, don't worry." his soft words only made a tear escape from your eye. he felt you shake against him, and he pulled back to look at you.

"look at me, princess." and you did.

"i didn't want you, or anyone to see me like this." you muttered, your hand lifting to wipe your tears, yet gunwook beat you to it. "i need to look composed in front of the camera, like i belong there."

gunwook's eyes sparkled, and you could see he looked at you with pure love and fondness. "first of all, you do belong there. you're incredible, and you killed your stage. you really looked like a princess, baby. my princess."

"but also," he sucked in a breath. "you don't ever have to hide how you're feeling from me, okay?"

you took in his words that you knew were genuine and could make you feel better no matter what.

he pulled you in for another hug and spoke, "just breathe, baby. you're doing so well. i'm so proud of you."

you stayed like that for a moment. quiet, close, just the two of you.

"i hate that we have to hide," you mumbled.

"i know," he said and pulled away slightly, brushing your hair gently behind your ear. "but it's not forever. and even if no one else sees it... i'm yours. everyday. all the time."

you smiled, just a little.

"even when i cry in a hallway?"

"especially then," he smiled, and pulled something from his pocket.

a piece of paper, with a tiny bear face drawn on it.

you let out a slight laugh, "where did you get this?"

"jiwoong-hyung found a notepad and we kinda scribbled on it. i was gonna keep it for good luck, but... you can have it."

you smiled and took the ripped piece of paper, holding it carefully like it meant something special. because it did.

soon, you'd both have to go back. to the familiar cameras, crowds and smiles.

but for now, gunwook gave you one last warm bear hug and whispered:

"you don't have to be strong all the time. just be you. that's all i need."