The MinSanHwa Dorm (pt 2)

The MinSanHwa Dorm (pt 2)

pairing: song mingi x fem!reader, mentions of san and seonghwa

word count: 2.7k

tags: fluff, smut, established friendship with san, the morning after

minors DNI !! nsfw & warnings under the cut

warnings: dom!mingi, sub!reader, shower sex, fingering (f receiving), rough play, nipple play, degradation, unprotected sex (❌), multiple orgasms Part 1.

After only a few hours sleep, you slowly woke up to faint noise outside of Seonghwa's bedroom. Feeling slightly groggy, you managed to sit yourself up, rubbing your eyes. An arm draped around your waist paired with a light groan, pulling your attention to your company.

"Morning," you giggled at the messy-haired boy beside you. He looked up at you sleepily, the imprint of his pillow on his cheek.

"Morning," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "Are you getting up?"

You nodded, slowly shifting out of the covers but folding them back over him. "I should before someone realises I left the lounge." You leant down to plant a soft kiss on his forehead, moving to the bedroom door and opening it quietly to slip back into the living space.

But panic hit you immediately when you found Mingi already up, in the same black shirt and grey sweats as last night, folding away the unused blanket and pillow on the lounge. You froze in your place, managing to still close the door behind you softly.

"Hi," Mingi said casually.

"Hi," you answered, your face expressionless.

"Don't worry about me, just tidying up." He carried on picking up the folded blanket and pillow, taking them back to the closet where San got them from just as the blonde-haired idol left his own bedroom.

"Morning Y/N," he greeted with a sleepy smile, rubbing at his face. He was wearing long black flowy pants and an oversized grey shirt, walking past you towards the kitchen. "How'd you sleep?" San asked, filling up a glass of water for himself.

Your mind raced with what happened between you and Seonghwa. The innocent touches turning into desperation. The feeling of his slender fingers. The feeling of him pulsing inside you and the strained look on his face when he came-

"Yeah not too bad." You smiled, eyes subtly darting to Mingi as he rounded the corner again, moving into his open bedroom to get something, not saying a word about seeing you walk out of Seonghwa's room.

"If it wasn't for the movie, I would've traded places with you and let you sleep in my room," he chuckled before taking a drink.

Rolling your eyes, you joined San in the kitchen to make yourself a glass. "How did you sleep?"

San shrugged, finishing the drink quickly before placing it in the sink. "Not too bad actually. Except someone kept me up all night."

Fear struck your chest immediately. Did he know and he was playing you this whole time? You couldn't read the look in his eyes, making you even more nervous that he was about to call you out for sleeping with his best friend.

"Speak of the devil," San said and your attention whipped to the bedrooms, a now fully-clothed Seonghwa walking out of his at the same time Mingi exited his too. "Mings was moaning and groaning all night long."

The tall boy scoffed. "I was just gaming with Yunho," he said before walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Morning." Seonghwa smiled sweetly, shaking his hair out as he walked into the kitchen and opened the pantry to see what they had.

"Morning!" San ruffled up his hair before grabbing a face mask and bucket hat from coffee table, picking up the dorm keys from the wall on his way to the front door. "I'm quickly running down to the E-Mart. Anyone want anything?"

"Some pastries, please," Seonghwa said, closing the pantry and opting to comfy himself on the lounge instead as he turned on the TV.

"You got it!" San called out, leaving the dorm.

You tapped the side of your glass, slowly sipping your water as you watched Seonghwa flip through the TV channels.

"Do you mind if I shower?" You asked him nervously.

He turned to you, his eyes bright and bubbly, making your heart do a little leap that you wish it didn't. "Yeah, of course! Towels are in the closet."

"Thanks." You smiled, walking over and pulling out a plain blue one, the cotton soft and fresh. Walking back towards the bathroom, you stopped and looked back over to Seonghwa. "You... Don't feel weird about it, right?"

The boy turned around on the lounge, one arm draped over the back. His face was relaxed, lips upturned softly. "I don't feel weird about it. Do you?"

You let out a soft breath. "I don't." You lowered your voice for the next part. "But I got a bit scared before, I thought San found out."

He shook his head, holding out a hand which you met halfway to take. His slender enclosed in yours in a sweet, innocent gesture. "I won't say anything you're not comfortable with telling him yourself."

You nodded, sighing with some relief again. "Thank you."

Drawing closer, Seonghwa lowered his voice. "If he's gonna be out for a while though, I might have to join you in the shower."

Your eyes widened immediately from how forward he was. The confidence in his tone making you nervous as you swallowed, Seonghwa turning back to the TV with a smirk on his lips before you could respond.

Remembering Mingi was in the bathroom, you gently knocked on the door. "Mingi?"

A few moments later, the door opened and rather than meeting his eyes, your gaze met the bare chest of the tall boy who towered over you. He held his arm up against the doorframe, leaning as he slightly knitted his eyebrows together.

"Yes?"

Maintaining yourself as much as you could, you peeled your eyes off his torso and up to meet his eyes, several inches above yours. The dark blue tips of his hair just covered his narrow eyes as you took in his features properly for the first time.

God, he was stunning.

"I wanted to take a shower, but if you're using it I can come back later-"

Not expecting Mingi to grab your arm to pull you inside the bathroom, you let out a small squeal in shock before he closed the door, leaning against it with his arms crossed. You didn't know what to do other than stand there, holding the bath towel tight to your chest.

"You and Seonghwa, hm?" He raised an eyebrow.

There was no hiding the heat in your cheeks and your wide stare as you tried to play dumb although Mingi literally watched you exit Seonghwa's room that morning. "What?"

The boy had the audacity to give you a little eye roll before taking steps towards you and gently grabbing your wrists, lowering them so you dropped the towel on the floor. "I don't know how San slept through it, but you two weren't as quiet as you thought." He leaned all the way down to you, his breath hot in your ear. "Had me hard all night."

His words shot straight to your core, making you even more red with embarrassment with how much he was affecting you. This was the first proper conversation you'd had with Mingi and you had a feeling you would be remembering it for a long time.

Guilt stirred in your gut at the idea of going behind San's back again and now Seonghwa after the two of you just shared such an intimate moment only hours earlier. But then again, it wasn't like you were dating him. No loyalties were broken.

And who knows? Maybe Seonghwa would be listening in like Mingi was the night earlier. Maybe it would turn him on too.

Mingi straightened himself up again, running a hand through your hair, tensing at the soft feeling of it through his fingers. "If you don't want this, I'll stop." He gave your hair a gentle tug, nothing that would hurt but enough to make you swallow a gasp. "But if you say yes, let me use you."

Your eyes locked as your hands shakily found his bare chest, running your fingertips down it, making Mingi exhale a quiet moan.

"Yes," you consented.

The look in Mingi's eyes changed from something held back to pure fire as he put his broad hands on your shoulders, slowly backing you up to lean you against the bathroom wall. The cool tiles made you shiver, but you were warmed immediately by his hot mouth on yours. Unlike Seonghwa, Mingi was sloppy and desperate at the first touch, wasting no time before exploring your mouth deeply, fulfilling all the desires that were built up earlier from overhearing you in the other room with his best friend.

You moaned into the kiss when Mingi's hands travelled from your shoulders down to your waist, then up again to find your chest and your already-hard nipples that poked through your thin shirt.

"Look at you," he whispered lowly, taking a breath from devouring your lips to drink in your flushed face. "So needy already."

You bit your lip to contain the noises that were begging to be released as Mingi teased your nipples, flicking them over the shirt. Your eyes never left his, until he suddenly picked you up and hoisted you to wrap your legs around his waist, ducking under your shirt to attach his lips to your sensitive nubs.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, careful not to be too loud as Mingi skilfully licked around your nipple before sucking on it harshly. He had no issues in holding you up, his hands underneath your ass, beginning to knead the area softly as he wreaked havoc on your tits. He switched to the other and began to lick furiously, only making the place between your legs all the more damp. If he kept this up, he'd feel you dripping in no time.

After giving equal attention to each nipple, Mingi slowly lowered you down. "Turn the shower on," he said before beginning to strip. You did as he asked, stepping into the shower to get the water ready, careful not to get your clothes wet. You stepped out and turned back to Mingi, unable to stop yourself from eyeballing his thick cock, already fully hard and leaking against his stomach.

Mingi stepped towards you again, a move that was equally intimidating and so extremely attractive all at once. He tugged on the bottom of your top, his face scrunching up. "You gonna shower with this on or what?"

Realising what he was getting at, you undressed in front of him before stepping into the shower, facing the shower head with your back to him. You let the warm water wash over you, revelling in the relaxation for no less than a moment before you felt two strong hands grip at your hips. They travelled up your sides, avoiding your tits and repeating that movement, diving lower each time.

You sucked in a sharp breath when one of his hands found your pussy, your wetness still gathered there despite standing underneath a running shower.

"God, you're so fucking wet for me," he groaned into your ear. You sighed out and closed your eyes as he slid his fingers lazily through your folds, leaning your head back to rest on his chest.

Mingi took his time exploring you with his fingers, testing you to see what you liked best. His lips found your neck as he nibbled gently, and in leaning down he pushed two fingers in, making you groan at how full you felt already.

“Oh my god…”

“Mmm you like that?” He slid his fingers out before pushing them back in, massaging your g-spot which almost made you collapse from the pleasure. Mingi quickly wrapped an arm around your waist. “I got you. Just let go, baby.”

You didn’t care who heard anymore. Your voice raised in pitch as you gave into the feeling, breath heavy as Mingi’s cock pressed against your back. He absentmindedly started to gently rock against you, low grunts of his own leaving his lips.

He fingered your roughly for another minute or so before you started to feel your orgasm quickly approaching. Your hands flailed to find a spot to hold as the wave came crashing down on you in an instant.

You cried out at the same time that your legs gave way, but Mingi held you firm, not letting your knees hit the bathroom tiles. He slowed his pace before withdrawing his fingers and turning you around, surveying your fucked out face.

“Look at you.” He caressed your cheek with his palm, resting his elbow above your head, water droplets from his hair falling onto you. “Looking all pretty like this.”

You squeezed your legs together as he pressed his crotch against yours, the feeling of his cock against your front keeping you turned on.

“Please…” you squeaked out.

“Hm?” He leaned his ear down to your mouth. “Tell me what you want.”

You swallowed hard. “I want you to fuck me.”

Mingi chuckled, making you blush with shame. “Aw you want me that bad, huh? Do you really deserve it after ignoring me for so long?” He traced his fingers along the sides of your arms. “Maybe I want to hear you beg for it.”

You groaned, letting your head rest against the wet tiles behind you. “Fuck… Please, Mingi I want you to fuck me right now.”

He smirked, leaning down to envelope your lips again. You’d forgotten what he tasted like already, making you savour him even more as he lifted your arms above your head and lined himself up with your hole. Mingi teased the entrance with his head, letting out a soft moan of his own as you dripped down onto him.

Then, he leant down to your ear, keeping one hand holding your arms up as the other dug into your hip. “I want him to hear you.”

Mingi thursted into you at once, already going at a steady pace without allowing you to adjust to his size as your moans were uncontrolled. He pressed his forehead against yours, mouth open as he let profanities fall off his lips, filling you up so well.

“God, you feel amazing,” he said in between a groan.

“Mingi…” you could barely speak, completely overcome by the sensation of his cock deep inside you. Hearing his name from you only spurred him on, going faster until the sound of his wet balls slapping against you filled the bathroom.

He let go of your hands and you wrapped them around his back, digging your fingers in which made him breathe out a long, heavy moan.

“Is this what you wanted? Needy little slut.”

“Yes! Yes!” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as his lips found your ear, his tongue circling inside and filling your head with his loud grunts.

“Oh god, oh god…” Mingi’s breathing sped up as the pitch in his voice raised, quickly taking out his cock and sliding it against your folds instead as he came.

The sensation of him rubbing against your clit was enough to send another shockwave through you. You arched your back as Mingi spilled over your stomach and his own, making sure to ride out your high all the way before pulling his crotch back to sever the contact.

The warm water pattered down onto Mingi’s broad back as he rested his arms on either side of your head, the both of you catching your breath and getting past the lightheadedness.

“Fuck…” you breathed out, collecting yourself faster than he did.

He grunted as he pushed himself off the shower wall, finding the source of the water and rinsing himself off. A hand reached out to you and guided you directly under the water too as he gently rubbed circles on your stomach to clean his cum off you too.

The sounds of two male voices suddenly faded in as your awareness expanded past the four walls of the bathroom. Your eyes widened as Mingi began to soap himself up.

“You think San heard?” You asked.

Mingi only shrugged. “If he did, I don’t care.”

You blushed again.

He chuckled at you, dropping a bubble of soap on your nose with his finger. “You’re cute.”

The sudden compliment made you blush even harder as he quickly rinsed the soap away and left the shower, grabbing his towel to dry himself off. You let the water run over your head, the heat relaxing you again as you came back down to earth.

“Thanks, by the way,” Mingi said, poking his head into the shower. You turned around to face him, a smile on your face before he wrapped the towel around his waist and grabbed his clothes, not bothering to change as he left the bathroom and greeted his members straight away.

Definitely not subtle at all…

Part 3.

boyfriend!ateez react to getting a cat

a/n: i was bored and did this instead of my assignments… yea. anyway, this is my first attempt at a text type thing soo, yeah, hope you like it!

warnings: none

genre: fluff, crack (i like to think that i’m funny but i’m not)

masterlist | navi

ATEEZ REACTIONS TO YOU GETTING HURT | ot8 x reader

GENRE | fluff, slight angst, smau

WARNINGS | mentions about getting injured in an accident!

NOTES | A little self-indulgent thing I did bc uh... yeah I did twist my ankle and scrape my knee bc of an idiot who wasn't being careful! Be careful when you drive and be mindful of pedestrians! Please ignore the timestamps ksksks! If you'd like to see something similar, my ask box is open! Thank you @justhere4kpop and @ssaboala for reading these before I posted! <3 also ignore the typo in Joong's it's supposed to be I'm not in

lit candles & a strange vibe….. p.sh x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ (minors please do not interact !) friends to lovers, smut w plot, dom!hwa sub!reader, protected sex, praising, pet names (bunny, pretty girl, good girl), hair pulling, flirty seonghwa, kinda shy reader?, choking, possessive/obsessive behavior.

synopsis: massaging your friend is totally normal right? And fucking them afterwards too….right?

wrds: 796

A/N: CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT HIS PHOTOSHOOT?? TUMMY OUT AND EVERYTHING???? Update: proofread!

And here you were now, sitting on your friends butt while giving him a massage. Yes it does sound strange, and yes you didn’t agree to it right away but hwa was practically begging you to help him ease out the pain in his lower back and his shoulders.

“fuck that feels good mhmm” seonghwa groaned as you hit all of the right spots. You cursed yourself out for feeling aroused of your friends noises.

A soft breeze flew through the open window waving the vanilla scent of the candles around his room.

“okay done” you said while wiping off the remaining oil off your hands. You quickly stood up, scared he might hear how loud your heart is beating against your chest.

Seonghwa stretched himself before laying sideways propping his head in his hand.

He stared at your back as you were gathering up your stuff throwing them carelessly into your bag. He smiled to himself watching you struggle to get your jacket off the door.

“thank you y/n” he suddenly whispered in your ear, grabbing your jacket. He was so close to you, you could feel every breath on your neck. He leaned in even closer trapping you completely between him and the door.

“you’re welcome hwa…” you murmured, gently pushing him away from you.

You turned to face him and the sight alone caught your breath. His chest was glistening with some oil. Hair messily falling in front of his eyes and his beautiful collarbones on full display.

you need to get out of here, quickly. Clearing your throat, you grabbed your jacket from his hand, mumbling a ‘good night’.

“leaving when it just got interesting bunny?” he tsked, once again pushing you against the door a smirk on his face. His hand placed itself on your cheek as he stared deeply into your eyes.

You gulped, throwing away the rest of your dignity as you pulled him into a kiss. Seonghwa immediately kissed you back, his hands placing themselves on your hips. His lips soon found your jawline and neck.

“you smell nice bunny” seonghwa breathed in the scent of his favorite perfume, Black Opium by saint laurent. You mewled as he sucked on your neck, making sure to leave purple marks all over you.

Seonghwa picked you up with ease, your legs immediately wrapping around his hips as he carried you two to his bed. He continued his assault on your neck, his hand slowly sliding down your body.

“you’re so pretty bunny” seonghwa’s hand slowly undid your pants before pulling them down. You whined as his fingers started to tease your clothed cunt.

After he decided he teased you enough, he finally took off your panties. You hissed as the cold air hit your sensitive pussy. Seonghwa hummed as his fingers slid through your folds with ease.

“please hwa” you begged grabbing his bicep as one finger suddenly found itself inside you.

“please what? what do you want pretty girl?” Seonghwa grinned as he pushed another finger inside you.

“i…i want more please” his fingers repeatedly hit your g-spot deliciously, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more of him.

Seonghwa sat up as he pulled down his sweats and boxers enough for his cock to spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight, he was huge.

“like what you see pretty girl?” He asked a smirk on his face as you rolled your eyes at his cockiness.

He pulled out a condom from his drawer, ripping the package open with his teeth before rolling it on his dick.

He aligned his tip with your entrance giving your sensitive nub some nudges. He then slowly entered you making sure you’re not uncomfortable. Once he was fully inside of you, he started to move his hips.

“f..fuck” you cried out as he started to move his hips faster, grabbing his biceps for support.

“good girl, taking my cock so well” seonghwa grunted his hands digging into your hips. You nearly screamed as he continued to rearrange your insides.

“please please!” you moaned tears swelling up in your eyes. He quickly turned you around, re-entering your throbbing hole grabbing a fist full of your hair. His pace picked up, as you bit down on his pillow trying to muffle your moans.

“fuck bunny I’m going to cum…” seonghwa moaned as you felt yourself get closer. “m..me too hwa” you sobbed.

With one final thrust you squirted all over his cock and sheets. Seonghwa shot his load into the condom with a moan. Seonghwa pulled out, placing small kisses on your shoulder and back.

You turned around, trying to catch your breath as seonghwa plopped down beside you. A comfortable silence fell over you two as seonghwa graced his fingers over your skin gently.

DJANGO

Choi San x fem reader x Jung Wooyoung (heavy hints at ot8)

a/n: nobody talk to me nobody touch me nobody look at me i'm loosing my mind over this comeback you don't even understand

"Ain't nobody mess with Django, call me Django." -ATEEZ

✫彡wordcount: 5.5k (sorry?!?)

(>ᴗ•) genre: smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarnings/content: violence and injuries, dystopian/lore universe, lots of cussing, angst, poly relationship, brief mention of drinking as coping, extreme pda LMAO, woo is a bit of a little shit in the first half, dry humping, making out(lots of it), also lots of pet names, multiple rounds, threesome, light choking&degrading, snowballing, oral, boobjob, dp, overstim, teasing, orgasm control, praise kink teehee, dom san/sub woo/switch-sub reader, m x m, unprotected( don't do that🗣️), NOT EDITED

taglist: @calicanbeevil @pansies-garden @kissezfornamjoon @wisejudgedragonhairdo

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

The van shook as another vehicle passed, making San groan as you fell down onto him.

"I'm sorry, Baby," you cooed softly, kissing the bruise on his collarbone that you had unintentionally fallen onto. The soaked rag that you cleaned him with was handed back to you from its fallen place on the shag carpet by Wooyoung with a soft laugh.

"You baby him too much, he's a big boy," he claps his hand onto his shoulder, making him groan again- glaring at the younger man, "right, Champ?"

"I'll beat your ass, Woo."

"Oh, I bet you will, you beat up that scrawny little guy too!" He cackles, clapping and leaning away as San swipes at him tiredly.

"He was faster than I expected!"

"You two knock it off," you sigh exasperatedly as you wipe the grime from his swollen pec, rolling your eyes at your boyfriends bickering. Being stuck in such a small space had taken a toll on the three of yours relationship- especially the two men. They were at each other throats more often than not-even it was playfully. "I'll blow our cover just to tell Hongjoong."

"You wouldn't..." Wooyoung eyes you suspiciously as you smirk. "You wouldn't!"

"I will if you two don't give me a second of peace." You cock your brow at him, tossing the rag into the pile that is your dirty laundry, silently cursing yourself for choosing to hide out with them instead of with Yunho and Jongho in their shop. They even had a cool talking bird.

You place a gentle kiss to Sans eye, a healing bruise almost faded under your lips. "Stop getting hit in the face, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'll politely tell my opponents that my girlfriend likes her boys pretty~" he rolls his eyes and whines as your body heat leaves his sore body.

"So what if I do, pretty boys happen to be my type!" You shrug and crawl off of the spent man, over to the other side and into Wooyoungs lap.

He smirks at his boyfriend cockily as you rest your head on his shoulder, "that's why she's cuddling me right n-ow!" His smirk turns to a pout as you flick his chest.

"Can you two manage a peace treaty while I get some shut eye? It's four hours drive to the next town and it's my turn to drive in the morning."

"Of course, Darling." They chime together, silently scowling at one another but keeping quiet as you close your eyes.

--

     "Wakey, wakey," you shake the buff man softly, safely parked in the back alley of the abandoned building. Wooyoung stood just outside of the open van doors, abs on display as he changed into a better looking shirt.

      "Yah, wake up!"

   You glare at him as he startles San awake, who holds you close protectively in his delirium, still scared of the run in you had experienced with HalaTeez months ago. No matter how much he swears to the lot of you that he doesn't feel guilty, the way his eyes sadden when he focuses on the scar over your left brow for too long gives it away. Hala-San, as you call him to real-Sans dismay, had tricked you all too well and after that... you couldn't look at the real, loving, caring San for weeks. You had to split off with Mingi and frequented a bar, drinking away any memory of Hala-Sans torment until Hongjoong found you and picked up the pieces when the bottle ran empty.

     "You dick," San rasps as he rubs your sides, his gentle touch a contrast to the way he gives his cackling boyfriend the stink eye.

    "Rise and shine, Sannie~" he teases, buttoning up his shirt and soothing his long hair down, "time to get your ass whopped again."

     "Oh, like you'd do any better! You'd be demolished!"

     You let out a sigh and slide out of the van, soothing your dress- which in reality is Jongho's shirt with a belt around your waist. "I'll be signing in." You speak shortly before wondering off, leaving them fighting more than ever over how they upset you.

    San insists it's all Wooyoungs fault for being such a whiny shit.

    Wooyoung is adamant that San is at fault for hogging all of your attention.

     They go back and forth for a while until a Strickland patrol vechile speeds by, spooking the both of them into the building.

     Wooyoung immediately wraps his arms around your waist as they find you bent over signing Sans pseudonym, DJANGO, into the fighting brackets. San is busy eyeing everyone around you, both in suspicion of Halateez and Strickland and simply to scope out his potential competition.

     "Entry fee is three k," the woman on the other side of the pop-up table looks as if she's ready to kick your trio out in a single breath when you don't provide the money, eyeing up Sans messy tank top and your days old makeup with distain.

    "That's it?" You pout, tutting your tongue as you turn away from the rude woman, sighing dramatically as you dig into Wooyoungs pockets, grabbing hold of multiple tightly rolled wads of money.

    Both of them smirk at your antics, so clearly eager to prove this stranger wrong about her preconceived notions about you and your lovers as you count the wads, dropping a few down before skipping past her with a wave.

      The crowded arena does nothing for Sans anxiety, his eyes scanning at a million miles an hour as he keeps a possessive hand on the small of your back. Wooyoung has similar feelings as he drapes his arm over your shoulders in a way that clearly shouts, 'don't touch' to anyone who looks your way. You feel much safer on the other hand, both of your boyfriends touching you at once for the first time in what feels like ages, both ready to toss themselves infront of danger if it presents itself.

You all squeeze your way to the front, right up to the edge of the ring, where a fight is already taking place, one of the men nearly teasing the other with the way he bounces around on his tip-toes, not letting the other get a single touch in.

"She said not many fighters showed up," you practically have to yell for the men to hear you, "Strickland cracking down again!" You explain loudly, rubbing Sans lower back in an attempt to comfort his nerves as he stretches his wrists. Wooyoung has split off to make bets with other players, making sure to stick out like a sore thumb with his flashy shirt. "Might have to find a new income soon if they don't back off!"

He sighs, rolling his head back and stretching his neck out, letting you admire the freckles on his skin that he knows you love.

As the quick moving fighter finally wears out his opponent, he gets sloppy, and he starts getting hits in. You slide behind San and hide your face in his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and stroking his stomach softly. "I hate that you have to do this!"

He holds his hands over your own and rubs his thumbs over your skin, watching the man who will clearly be his opponent wailing on the other man.

"Got nine grand riding on you tonight, Babe," Wooyoung slides back into the conversation, cupping the back of Sans neck.

Although they had their on and off moments, he would always be in tune to his emotions and try to calm him. And trying to keep the peace was even more worth it when you were around. Usually, they had Yeosang as a voice of reason but he was off with Seonghwa doing God-knows what in preparation for your next mission.

Being apart was straining and stressful for every last one of you. But groups larger than three were banned by Hongjoong after four of you had caught Halateez's attention a few months back. He didn't want to risk it again and he certainly didn't want to risk a group of nine most wanted outlaws being together. The combined reward for your captures was the largest amount of money you had ever read. You weren't sure how to even pronounce it.

It was almost an entire year of being in hiding.

You didn't know how much more you could take.

    "- DJANGO!!" The name catches your attention over the blaring speaker. How was he up so early? You peek around San and see the fast man catching his breath in the opposite corner. Blood being wiped up and a limp body being carried out.

     "We can always find a new way to get money," you scream to San as he rolls out his stiff shoulders, whining as Wooyoung pulls you away gently. "Seriously, Sannie!"

    "He'll be okay, Darling," Wooyoungs chaste kiss to your head does nothing to calm your raging nerves as San bends down and slides into the ring. You pull away in a hurry and hop up on the ledge, grabbing his top over the ropes.

      "Forgot something?" You lean your torso over and immediately take San into a heated kiss, his calloused hands cupping your face firmly and pulling you close. People all around whistle and call loudly, a blush creeping up Wooyoung neck as he watches your lips meld together.

It been almost a year on the run. Almost five months since any of the three of you have touched one another in an intimate, primal way.

He doesn't know how much longer he can take it. When you crawled into his lap earlier he nearly took you right there.

You always do something after a needy kiss that makes every single one of them feral.

You lick up Sans lips to his cheekbone and moan.

   People start nearly howling, and his opponent looks antsy.

"Fuck him up, Baby," you cup his chin in your hand as you block out the world around you for a moment and take one last good look at him before you know you'll go away during his fights. You can't bring yourself to watch no matter how long he's been fighting. But that doesn't mean you won't hype him up while you can.

      You slap his shoulder softly, making sure to make it look harder than it was in reality before giving his fist a gentle kiss.

     "Fuck him up," you repeated before hopping down.

--

The van door opening makes your head snap, setting away the headphones that play Yeosangs violin melody.

"Hey, how'd ev-"

San jumps on you before you can finish greeting them properly, kissing you deeply and feeling you up like it's the first time he's ever touched you. The clotted blood on his lip doesn't discourage either of you, the pain only stirs him on as Wooyoung climbs in and slams the doors shut behind him.

The dull thud of the duffel bag he drops makes you look over, San letting you breath and nipping at your neck and jaw instead. "Holy shit, Baby, you won?!"

"Fuck yeah, I did, Beautiful," he moans breathlessly, holding himself up above you to speak with a sultry purr, "let me spoil you." He looks over to Wooyoung lustfully. "Both. Let me spoil you both."

Wooyoung smiles at him. Genuinely. For the first time in weeks.

    If there's one thing that makes him weak it's being spoiled by his lovers. So when San lifts you up and settles you in his lap and climbs into the drivers seat, he doesn't complain: he simply dives into your lips like a man starved.

     And he is, lips suctioned onto yours so deeply and passionately that neither of you notice as the van lurches to life and begins speeding away. You fall to the floor ontop of him and hold him tightly. Like he's an illusion that will disappear like smoke if you let go.

     He body feels so right on yours. Clinged together on the shag floor. Melting together. The outside world and all of its problems fading away as his hands wander your body.

       How you've managed to keep your hands off one another for this long is a world's greatest mystery.

       "Fuck," he moans as you lap at his lips, his hands sliding up the edge of your dress and cupping the round of your ass. "Fuck, Princess, please," he whines.

       You can hear the smirk in the way San chuckles from the front seat, but it doesn't stop him from speeding up. He loves how whiney Wooyoung gets just as much as you do.

     You clumsily undo his bottoms and pull them down just enough to press your heat to his growing bulge. The thin layers of cloth separating you doesn't stop the feral groan that he lets out, holding your hips with a bruising force as he grinds up into you. If anything, the soft fabric pressing into your clit with each of his uncoordinated thrusts makes it feel more euphoric.

     "Oh, God~"

    The soft moans you let out have Wooyoung rock hard and San palming himself. "Ffffuck, Baby," you groan, hugging his neck tightly as his hips buck below you.

      Everyone got the 'Babyyy' treatment when they were good or needed a pick me up. The way it rolled off of your tongue was like a drug to them. Even more so when it's so deep and passionate. Even more so when their cock is pressing against you.

     Sans eager left turn has the both of you rolling on the floor, laughing as he apologizes loudly from the driver seat. "Sorry, continue!"

     "You heard the man," you laugh from below Wooyoung, "continue."

      And he does, burying his face in your neck and biting and licking and sucking as he rubs his bulge against you like it's the last human touch he'll ever experience. "M'cum," your moan has him rolling into you with a new purpose in life, nearly growling as he holds himself back from painting his underwear white, "shit, Youngie!" You wrap your legs around his waist tightly as you release, shivering and shaking with your jaw slack.

      He isn't far behind by even a second, his gut clenching as he turns his bottoms sticky with his own pleasure, panting into your ear as he continues to roll into you, drawing out your euphoria and making you mewl out, clawing at his scalp.

      In your bliss, you fail to notice that Sans parked outside of a double story motel and ran out with a wad of cash, clearly in a hurry.

Yours hands are wrapped in each others hair, breathing deeply with your foreheads pressed together, almost as it trying to meld your souls together with passion.

    The doors behind the both of you open and flood you in the neon light of the motel signs, and you peek around Wooyoungs frame as he falls over you protectively from what he thinks is prying eyes. "Sannie~" you call, making Wooyoung relax ontop of you.

       "You alive, Foxy?" San teases as he climbs in and crawls to you both.

     "Mhm," he moans into your jaw, "very alive." He gasps as San pulls him away from you by his neck, taking him in a feverish kiss as you watch on in awe. You can tell San his slipping his tongue into Wooyoungs mouth by the way he holds his jaw open, the way Wooyoung grinds his bulge back into you.

     "Youngie, Baby," you whine as he rolls his self into your swollen clit, but it only makes him go faster, his hands finding purchase on Sans waist. "Ah s-" You writhe below him, stopped when one of Sans hands comes and holds you in place by pressing on your stomach: all the while he never opens his eyes or pulls away from your boyfriend. "Fuck, please don't tease!"

He chuckles into his lips, gently stroking his neck. "C'mon, I got us a room for a few days."

Wooyoung begrudgingly slides out of the van, gathering your few bags and bouncing in anticipation as he fixes his pants to the best of his ability. San scoops you up to his chest and you cling to him like a koala bear, kissing all over his face as he carries you up the stairs and down the balcony hall.

Wooyoung drops the bags at the entrance of the room and immediately goes to investigate the single bedded room and bathroom before urging San in, latching the door shut behind him.

You're dropped to the bed and bounce with a soft laugh, opening your legs wide to fit Sans large frame as he slots himself between them. Wooyoung slides next to you and is immediately latched onto your neck as he unbuttons your dress.

"Ah fuck," you mewl out, cradling his head close as your head spins, San slipping off your panties and shimmying down. He holds your thighs apart as he licks a slow, deep stripe up your soaking heat, reveling in the way you moan for him. He wastes no time diving in and eating you out like it's his last meal. His tongue flicking and swiping against every inch it can reach. His nose pressed against your clit as his head bobs.

You're lost in the pleasure between your legs so much so that you don't notice that you and Wooyoung are both naked until he climbs onto your stomach, his hot member gliding between your breasts. Despite how long it's been, your body has its muscle memory from how often you two would do this.

You cup your breasts and push them together, encasing his length in the soft flesh as he grips the headboard roughly, the tip of his cock leaking on the base of your collar bones.

It's hard to appreciate just how beautiful he is while San is ravaging your cunt with his tongue, but you manage. Looking up with blown irises, he's so pretty. His long hair softly framing his face, bouncing with each of his rough, slow thrusts against your supple skin. His swollen lips parted with moans. Toned abs expanding and constricting as he heaves.

"Foxy," you whisper out, catching his eyes with a deep blush on both of your cheeks, "so pretty, Baby."

He curses loudly and reaches one hand down, cradling your face so gently in comparison to how he fucks your tits. "My woman."

The words make your eyes roll back, a wave of your arousal coating Sans tongue as you cum, gripping your breasts tightly and whimpering out as the sensations continue well past your peak.

      Wooyoung wills himself to hold back from cumming until he's told, and San holds himself back as he laps up your juices-grinding his hardness onto the bed slowly. Both of your moans are a magic melody to him, and he can't help but crave more. He pulls away and joins Wooyoung over top of you, wrapping his arms around the younger man and spooking him. He slides his hands up his naked torso teasingly slow, grinding on his backside.

"Shit, Babe," he groans, tossing his head back on his shoulder and simultaneously trying to bury his cock in your warm skin and grind back on San's bulge. "Fuck, I ne-"

"Cum, Youngie." The command from the both of you at the same time has him painting your collarbones and neck in a millisecond flat, jaw slack as San continues to stroke him even as his hips stop.

"Fuck, fuck, please, oh my God," he stirs back to life from his void of pleasure as you bend your neck and lick his sensitive tip. He tries to back away only to bump right into Sans girth on his bare backside. "Oh God~"

        "Need a breather, Sexy?" San coos as he slowly moves Wooyoung off of you, already knowing that he can't cum back to back. He needs at least five minutes at that's all San needs to get you ready for what's about to come.

        Wooyoung comes crawling back into you, lapping up his own seed with a quiet moan as San slides down your body and hooks your legs over his hips. "Ready, Darling?"

      "Yes, holy fuck am I ready, please give it to me," you babble on, only silenced as he inches into your sopping core. He's by far the girthiest man you've even been with. And the stretch always feels so delicious.

       Wooyoung takes advantage as your jaw falls open, leaning over you to drip all of his release into your mouth. The moans and whimpers of pleasure are unstoppable as you swallow all of it down eagerly, hands wrapped up in his hair and pulling him impossibly close. His body follows his head, almost snuggling you as he presses his body flush to your side, one leg hooked over your hips as he grinds his hardening member into your hip.

It's all so warm and welcoming, a familiar and comfortable feeling washing over you along with the overstimulation of your third orgasm building up as San thrusts into you with a steady slow pace. "Fuck," you moan into Wooyoung, "so big," you whimper as your cunt uncontrollably clenches around him. He swallows up all of your noises as he moves his lips against yours zealously, and sneaky hand rubbing the column of your breasts and up to your neck, simply resting: bouncing with each of Sans increasingly rough thrusts that bounce your body.

  "Take me so well," Sans praise has you leaking onto the blanket, panting like crazy and slapping at Wooyoungs shoulders as he bites at your lips hungrily, "pretty Angel, made just for us, hm?"

       "Mmhmph-" Your affirmative moan turns into a yelp as Wooyoung tightens his hand over your neck.

     Damn them. When they decided to be on the same team they were almost scary at how well the schemed without even speaking a single word. San held your hips in place and drilled into you. Wooyoung assaulting your ear with kisses and bites, squeezing your neck in time with Sans hips.

      "Pretty Angel looks like she wants your cum," Wooyoung teases as you swirl your hips in Sans hold, holding you down securely with his hand pressing your neck into the mattress as he looks down at where you're connected.

      "Mmh, she does," San groans loudly, hips snapping into you needily, "looks like a bitch in heat." His words make both of you moan out, your eyes rolling into your skull for a moment before he buries himself to the hilt and stops.

    "No, no, no, please! I wasn't going to cum, pleaseee, Sannie Baby~!" If there's one thing that gets San off, it's when his lover begs him for permission. When their with someone else- cum as much as you like. But with him? Grovel at his feet and beg him for a release only he can give you. "Fuuuck, shit, please, I need you, fuck me!"

Wooyoung watches you with gazed over eyes, holding you still as you attempt to writhe and get more stimulation. "She wants it's so bad, Babe~" He smirks as San, a look that makes his cock twitch inside of you, You muster up your best begging pout and let go of him, reaching for San's hands that are gripping your hips with a bruising force as he holds himself back until he's satisfied with your begging.

"I want you to make me cum, please, Django?"

    All of the breath is fucked out of your lungs as he pounds into you. Fast and hard and nearly animalistic in the way he buries himself in your sopping heat with a string of curses, his fingers interlacing with yours in a soft intimacy that makes your head fuzzy. You can barely moan, how good it is. But he knows. Wooyoung knows.

    As you finally come to your senses and scream out with your release, the whole district must know how well Django is fucking you.

He stops himself with a deep groan as your walls flutter and clench around him, squeezing your hands to ground your soul to your body as Wooyoung dips his head and laps at your hardened nipples. You squeeze his hands tightly, arched off of the bed in pure ecstasy as he fills you with his warm cum.

San slips his arms under your arched back and holds you close to his chest as he flips the two of you, a squeal of pleasure leaving you as he hits an all new angle. He holds you securely as he looks at Wooyoung, almost silently communicating.

He slips behind you, the feeling of his leaking tip prodding at your stretched hole has you gripping Sans shoulders tightly, rolling your hips back into him. "Oh, fuck, yes yes yes yes y-" Sans lips catch yours and silence you as he ravenously slips his tongue into your mouth and licks at your tongue, feeding on all of your moans as Wooyoung slides in with him.

"So good, my woman," his mind is gone, unaware of how your walls grow slicker with his praise as he slowly sheaths himself into you fully.

He nowhere near as thick as San, but dear lord that man has length to make up for it. The both of them together is making your stomach feel hot, the hair on the back of your neck standing up.

San pulls away panting, his lips swollen and wet with your saliva. "Beautiful Angel," you official feel lightheaded as he cradles your face oh so gently as he moves his hips. Wooyoung follows suit, holding your back and fucking into you ruthlessly, rubbing against Sans girth inside of you like it's his favorite thing to do in the universe and it's about to be ripped away.

All you can do is moan and gasp with them, a melody that your neighbors must be cursing as the headboard bangs into the thin walls.

Your chest is pressed into Sans roughly, faces barely an inch away as you all move together. His hands cupping your cheeks and keeping you upright as your body threatens to give out. "Sannie, please, n'cum," he can just make out your slurs over the panting and slapping of skin in the humid room, the smell of sex already soaking into the air.

His brain is nearly gone as he feels Wooyoungs length twitch against him along with your cunt squeezing mercilessly, only nodding at the both of you for permission as he himself lets his soul float away in a wave of pleasure, squeezing you to himself possessively as he cums inside of you. Wooyoung isn't a moment behind, the second he feels Sans warmth flood you, his is joining. And the feeling of both of them soaking your womb makes you lose yourself, dunked in pleasure.

Wooyoung falls ontop of you, sandwiching you between their body warmth. San reaches around and hugs his arms around both of you, heavy breaths lulling you to sleep.

"Holy shit." Is all that can be said.

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    The next morning you decide to take advantage of the running water that San must have paid extra for, washing away the grime that stuck to you despite how many bird baths Wooyoung have you on the side of the road.

   San, despite you and Wooyoungs best begging, went off on his own to meet with Hongjoong after he got a call on the prepaid flip phone in the middle of the night.

    Wooyoung noticed you eyeing the bag of dirty laundry when you woke up and immediately offered to go wash them and grab some food for the both of you.

      You're so wrapped up in the welcoming feeling of the warm water pelting your body that you fail to notice the door opening, letting the steam rise to the ceiling of the motel room. You sung one of Jongho's songs sung softly, the sound echoing on the fiberglass and acrylic shower wall.

"Darling?"

You grab the knife you left on the edge and swipe the shower curtain back. "Jesus!" Both of you yell. Wooyoungs hands fly up in a defense position as you aim the knife at him for a moment.

You flip it in your hand and hand it over to him by the handle, visibly relaxing as you see it's only your sneaky boyfriend. "Perv~" You tease before sliding the curtain shut dramatically. You can hear him shuffling around, and the sound of his zipper confirms your suspicions.

     He steps over the tub edge and joins you, hugging you close from behind and kissing your neck gently. "Did you-"

     "Mhm, foods on the bed, Princess." You laugh softly before turning in his arms and hugging his neck loosely.

     "You're the best, you know?"

     "I sure do~"

     He reaches over you and grabs the travel size bottle of shampoo, cursing them silently because he will most definitely have to go get some more from the main desk before your stay is over. He lathers it up in his hands a bit before massaging your hair tenderly. "You miss them, don't you?"

     His question catches you off guard for a moment, wondering just what he means until you realize that he must have heard you singing the song Jongho wrote all those years ago on The Illusion.

     Those times were so much simpler. A group of pirates and the open sea. Beautiful blue water and all the time together that you could ever ask for.

    "Don't you?" The way your eyes glaze over is enough to tell him. You miss them just as much as he does. You wish this would end just as much as he does.

     "It hurts like hell."

     "I know, Baby."

     "I want to kill them."

     Hala-Teez, the Strickland officials? All of them. "Me too, Baby."

     He leans your head back carefully and rinses away the coconut scented soap from your hair gently. "I love you." You speak. Just  above a whisper. But he catches it even over the raining water.

     "I love you, Darling. This will all be over soon." He doesn't promise because he knows he can't. He doesn't know how long this situation will last. You could be on the run from Strickland and looking over your shoulders for Hala-Teez until your last breath.

      "Joong will figure something out." You don't promise. Because Hongjoong hasn't. He can't. He won't promise something that he doesn't know he cant follow through with. He could be trying to come up with a plan for decades.

      You stand in silence for a moment as you wash his hair gently before he speaks again, "don't cry, Love."

     "What?"

    When you look up, he's blurry. When did you start crying? How did this happen?

   He closes his eyes and hugs you close with his head under the stream of steaming water.

     After a small cry-session in the shower together, you and Wooyoung curled up in the bed and ate your takeout, watching one of the decade old dvd's on the laptop that Yeosang managed to get to you guys a few weeks ago.

The ban from being together for safety didn't stop small run ins with a familiar looking delivery man. Be it disguised as a food delivery man, a mailman, an exterminator- Yeosang always found a way to travel around the city and deliver small gifts from one member to another along with messages from Hongjoong when the phones were down.

A wave of laughter is cut off by a knock on the door. His hand immediately grabs a small hand gun on the nightstand as he stands, your own going to your knife that's sandwiched between the mattress and bed box as you slam the laptop closed.

      "Delivery!" The voice makes you relax.

    "Fucker," you huff as you jump over the bed and beat Wooyoung to the door and smile at the helmeted man. You can't see him, but you know who it is. "Goody~" You peek out into the halls and spot a few suspicious looking people, so you pretend to slip him some money before taking the box and take one last look as he walks away.

     "Open it," he urges impatiently, nearly knocking you over to get to the pizza box as you set it on the small table.

Ontop of your favorite pizza. A small piece of paper. Sans handwriting.

let's bounce

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Ateez and how they show their love towards you 🤍

Genre: pure fluff

Word count: 1.8k

Pairing: Ateez x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of food, pet names, possible grammar mistakes?

Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @cromerteez, @nebulousbrainsoup, @justhere4kpop, @bluehwale, @bluisheye93, @ssaboala, @i-luvsang, @ad0rechuu

Networks: @cromernet 🤍

Hongjoong - letting you in his studio

☆ Hongjoong treasures you a lot, and he often shows his love through the small things he does for you, more than just using the three magic words.

☆ The one thing he does most is letting you see the process of song producing; having you there isn't stressful for him, but very comforting.

☆ He gives you access to the intimacy of his studio as you two share it—what's his is yours too at this point; you were actually surprised to see that he brought a chair for you to sit on whenever you came, because you would definitely end staying there for hours.

☆ He feels more confident whenever he has you by his side, knowing that you would give him your true opinion on the music he is making you listen to.

☆ He felt like sharing these kinds of moments with you only brought you closer, as you could have a sneak peek of what he is doing for a living.

☆ "I feel like this song could have a bit of a stronger beat, like this one." you said, pressing the button according to the sound, to show him exactly what you meant.

☆ He hummed in agreement, smiling softly as your words seemed to be true.

☆ "Thank you, baby! You're a genius."

☆ "I've learned from the best!"

Seonghwa - kissing your hands

☆ Seonghwa is a romantic guy, everyone would figure it out when they see how his eyes rest on your figure, shining like they held the whole universe in them.

☆ Though there is something he specifically loves, and that is holding and constantly kissing your hands.

☆ You two could watch a movie, cook, clean, anything really, it doesn't matter to him because as soon as he can get a glimpse of you, your hands would be in his, touched by his pink, silky lips.

☆ You can't help but blush and giggle every single time he does that, it's just making you feel safe and loved, and it gives him some boost too, because he is just constantly searching for ways to become a better boyfriend for you.

☆ And when they work, he is the happiest man; he never leaves your side when you need him.

☆ If you're stressed or having a bad day? God, he wouldn't leave you for a second—his lips would be attached to the soft skin of your hand, kissing every inch of it.

☆ "It's okay, sweets. I will be by your side no matter what." he whispered softly, his lips curving into a grin.

☆ "What did I do to deserve you?"

Yunho - dancing with you

☆ Yunho adores dancing, and he is very talented at it as well.

☆ He felt like he dedicated his whole life to make his dream come true, but now, he had someone who closely admired him, and he couldn't wait to grow better under the eyes of the person he loved most.

☆ Sometimes, when coming over from practice, he would find you dancing along to some of their choreographies, and his heart would jolt in happiness.

☆ He would watch you try your best, wearing the proudest smile on his face before he could start moving his body to the music as well.

☆ After that night, it was safe to say that dancing together at late hours, with the breeze of the night engulfing you two became a habit.

☆ Be it strong dances, like Guerrilla or Fireworks, or jumping together when you thought you could touch Utopia.

☆ But what he loved most was when you didn't dance to anything in particular, but you just embraced each other as your bodies swayed along the sentimental ballad he played.

☆ "Let's sleep, Yuyu."

☆ "One more song, starlight?" he pouted—you couldn't say no.

Yeosang - sharing his food with you

☆ Yeosang adores you; adores being in your presence, and loves doing everything he can with you.

☆ For you, he learned how to share—usually, he would refuse to give anyone a bite of his food, especially if it was chicken.

☆ For you, though? he could stop eating only so you could have as much as you want.

☆ You asked him once if you could have a bite of his noodles, and he instantly fed you, a wide smile on his face as you seemed content with the taste.

☆ His members would often ask him why he wouldn't finish his food, or why he would insist on taking some home, and definitely end up teasing him when they find out he shares with you.

☆ Wooyoung would go to him and ask for a taste of his food, and laugh as the older boy would turn his back to him as a no.

☆ Every time he would order something for himself, he would remember to buy you something that you like, so the two of you could share at home while gossiping or watching a movie.

☆ It was just some sort of relaxing activity for him, and also quality time spent with you.

☆ "You didn't have to bring food home Yeo, I have already eaten." 

☆ "Won't you eat again with me, just a bit?" his innocent smile would absolutely convince you.

San - singing you to sleep

☆ You are San's baby; as long as you are dating this man, you won't have to move a finger.

☆ He would make sure you feel safe around him every time, won't let anyone and nothing hurt you.

☆ Despite already being clingy and asking for cuddles in every minute of the day, it's some other thing that he's doing for you.

☆ He adores singing you to sleep, and it's very effective for you as well. 

☆ It doesn't matter whether you are tired or not, his soothing voice lulling you to sleep will always work for you, making you melt into a puddle in his arms as he dedicates the love ballads to you.

☆ Whenever you can't sleep, he would feel—even if you don't wake him up, he would close his eyes, warming his voice a bit as he would start singing for you.

☆ His favorite thing to sing for you is star 1117; it makes you feel loved, and it makes him even more glad that he has someone to pamper, and that someone is you. 

☆ Sometimes he would also sing louder songs, using his raspy voice only to tease you, but it would soon become another ballad he loves making you hear.

☆ "Sannie, you don't have to sing for me every night. You should sleep too." 

☆ "But I will be able to sleep only after seeing my angel dream peacefully." he says, a dimple poking his cheek as he would kiss you good night and start singing.

Mingi - helping you reach things on the shelves

☆ Mingi was tall… he could grab absolutely anything he wanted from every shelf, while you had to struggle—a lot.

☆ It happened like twice that he saw you on your tiptoes, trying to reach the cereals between some scoffs.

☆ He was quick to help you, putting his hand on the small of your back as he grabbed the cereal box with ease and smiled at you.

☆ "Here you go, love." he said before smiling and ruffling your hair.

☆ Something about seeing you struggle every time with the same thing made him just a bit sad—he wished he could be there for you always so he could help.

☆ If not, he would ask you what you needed beforehand and would prepare them in advance, so you wouldn't accidentally hurt yourself or anything when he wasn't home.

☆ Two times were enough for this to turn into a regular thing; you didn't even have to ask him anymore, one look and he would be there, getting you anything you needed as you watched in awe.

☆ Sometimes, he would give you a piggyback ride, showing you what being tall meant.

☆ "Come baby, let's defeat those shelves." he said, and within a second, you were on his back, taller than ever as both of you laughed.

☆ "My dad used to do this to me when I was little." you said, making him smile. 

☆ "Well, it's my turn now," he grinned.

Wooyoung - rubbing your noses together

☆ You were at the beginning of your relationship, two weeks in when Wooyoung first asked you if he could kiss you, nervousness audible in his voice.

☆ You of course agreed, he was so sweet and you truly cared about him.

☆ While you two got closer to each other, your noses suddenly touched.

☆ Wooyo's first reaction was to rub his nose on yours; and as you started chuckling, he swore it was the prettiest thing he had ever heard.

☆ "Was that weird?" he asked, fearing that you didn't like it.

☆ But when you pecked his lips, he was sure you enjoyed it as much as he did.

☆ Since then, he couldn't stop rubbing your nose on yours whenever he had the chance.

☆ Are you two cuddling? He would grab your face softly, trapping you under his strong body as he would touch your nose and shake his head from side to side.

☆ Whatever activity you were doing would be long forgotten, the only sounds coming from your sweet laughter.

☆ If he is feeling extra affectionate, he will nudge his nose further into your cheek or your neck, enjoying your warmth and the way you play with his hair.

☆ It was something about this cute, small gesture that made him fall in love with your relationship even more.

☆ "Thank you for accepting my antics every time, my love."

☆ You burst into laughter before kissing his cheek: "Thank you for choosing me, Wooyo."

Jongho - letting you baby him

☆ It wasn't like you were exaggerating by babying Jongho, you were aware of how mature he was.

☆ But something about his cute face when he was sleeping, or him pouting in concentration whenever he was reading the lyrics of his new song made you want to keep him in your pocket and protect him.

☆ These things made you want to remind him about how precious he was in every minute.

☆ "Honey, do you need help with cooking?" he would ask, hugging you softly.

☆ "No, baby! Go lay down while I get us dinner."

☆ At first you tested the waters, not wanting him to be uncomfortable.

☆ Sometimes you would pet his hair, or squish his cheeks, because you simply found him too cute.

☆ He noticed that, and also saw you trying to contain yourself from calling him your cute bear or anything—but surprisingly, when it came from you, he wasn't bothered by it.

☆ It would actually light his face in happiness a lot, knowing that while you saw him as someone you could count on, you also found him cute and felt the need to show him that.

☆ "I only let you call me cute this often, you know?" he asked, kissing your forehead.

☆ "Well, I guess I'm lucky enough, then."