BTS When You Annoy Them:

BTS when you annoy them:

Seokjin:

You and Jin were known as the couple who were constantly annoying each other, always going for each other's throats and pulling pranks.

You were like an old married couple, so fond and loving with sweet gazes and careful touches, but you were also constantly bickering and fighting, and to be honest, you loved it that way the most.

You shift a bit on your space on the comfortable couch, a small frown painted on your lips. Your arms were crossed in front of your t-shirt clad chest, socked feet tapping against the carpeted floor, your whole posture screaming tension.

You glare a bit more when your boyfriend enters the living room, carrying a simple plastic tray with a different assortment of foods on it, from kimchi to fried rice, the smell so delicious you barely stop yourself from jumping in your boyfriend's arms, which were definitely blessed with the talent of cooking.

Unfortunately, you have to pretend to be mad at what happened earlier, and if you didn't love your boyfriend so much and were far too used to his shenanigans, you wouldn't even have to pretend.

As if reading your mind, Seokjin raises a perfect eyebrow at you. "Are you still grumpy?", he asks teasingly, a wide smile making its way to his lips, and you simply ignore him, focusing instead on the colorful screen in front you, currently showing an episode of "Friends".

If there was one thing that got on Jin's nerves, with all his collected and fairly calm manner, it was when people didn't talk back to him and ignored him. And that was exactly what you were planning to do.

Your boyfriend seems to understand the situation, his smile faltering slightly, setting the tray on the small wooden table in front of you before taking a seat on the gray leather couch, facing you with a slightly worried expression.

"Does it hurt? It didn't look bad when you fell, and you were laughing", he says with a frown, reaching his hand to touch the soft skin of your knee, which got hit when you slipped on a piece of paper earlier this morning.

Jin had obviously found the whole situation hilarious, and you had to admit it was pretty funny, especially since you didn't exactly fall, rather slid into a lunge position with your knee hitting the floor.

You had whined and grabbed your knee while your amazing lover rolled on the floor with laughter, and you eventually joined him, unable to stop yourself at the sight of Jin's tomato face and crinkled eyes. But now it was time for revenge.

You almost turn your head to look at Seokjin, who's still rubbing your knee gently, his pink lower lip slightly jutting out and his dark hair falling over his forehead in long bangs, almost covering his worried eyes, but you manage to contain yourself, staring blankly at the TV.

"Yah, Y/N, talk to me!", Seokjin exclaims when you don't answer any of his concerned questions, his hands placed on his hips and an annoyed look on his face when you don't even flinch, picking up a rice cake and popping it in your mouth shamelessly.

"Look, I'm sorry for laughing at you, but I didn't think you'd take it this seriously. We always laugh at each other.", Seokjin goes back to speaking gently again, placing a gentle hand on your thigh in an attempt to get your attention, a frustrated groan escaping his mouth when none of his antics work.

"Fine", your boyfriend says with an exasperated expression, "You asked for this". There's a mischievous tone in your boyfriend's voice that tells you that he means trouble, but you don't even have time to run away before Jin's tackling you, pressing your back into the couch as he runs his hands up and down your sides mercilessly, ignoring your begs and choked pleas.

You can't really appreciate your boyfriend's beautifully bare face so close to you, the soft shining skin of his face, the cotton-candy hair, his plump lips and his broad chest, easily noticeable even with his loose light blue pyjama top, not when he's pinning you down and taking your breath away with his nimble fingers, but you still think that he's lovely, so lovely, and maybe that's why you can never really stay mad at him.

"Okay, I'm not mad, just please stop", you beg, stray tears dripping down your cheeks from laughing so hard, and you're pretty sure you have abs when Jin finally leans back, a satisfied smile on his face. 

"You're so mean", you say through gasps, hitting your boyfriend's arm lightly as you try to go back to your regular breathing, wiping the tears tracks on your cheeks with the back of your hand.

"And you're so annoying", Seokjin retorts half-heartedly, sticking out his tongue to you before leaning down to press his lips against yours with a sigh, so gentle it almost feels like the touch of a butterfly against you, and you arch upward slightly, carding your fingers through the fluffy hair as you kiss lazily, the food slowly getting cold and you couldn't care less, every part of your body filled with warmth, erasing the sense of hunger completely. And if this is what you get for being annoying, then you're never going to stop.

Min Yoongi:

You run a hand through your tangled hair, jumping on the balls of your feet slightly as you watch Yoongi through the reflection of your mirror, who's watching you with an expression somewhere between amused and exasperated.

The two of you are getting ready to go to bed, Yoongi with his toothbrush between his lips, white hair brushed away from his forehead offhandedly, wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of blue basketball shorts.

You on the other hand, feel way too energetic for this late hour, not able to keep still as you quickly change from brushing your dark hair to gurgling mint mouthwash to washing your face, your hurried pace nothing like Yoongi's lazy state of mind.

"What's up with you?", Yoongi mumbles when he finally spits out the white foam to the sink, his dark eyes already half-closed as he runs his hand blindly over the counter, searching for the small white towel to wipe his face.

You shrug, not really knowing yourself, and wrap your arms around your boyfriend's waist, letting him drag his feet to the bed with you attached to his back, the older too tired to even protest.

When you're finally laying on the bed, you cling to Suga like a koala, placing your head on top of his chest and wiggling around some more until your legs, Yoongi's legs, and the blue blanket laying on your bed are completely tangled together.

Yoongi grunts, surprised by the sudden skinship, but doesn't say anything. Usually you and him slept rather far apart, since you both needed your space while sleeping and got hot easily, so for the most part your lover would throw a possessive hand around your waist, as if to make sure you're there, but not much more than that.

"Goodnight", your boyfriend yawns silently, breaking the calming silence between the two of you and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes, his chest almost immediately falling into a rather slow pace, his body always ready for much needed sleep, but you don't feel quite tired enough yet, so you reach your finger to poke Yoongi's chest lightly. "Babe?"

Suga opens one eye slowly, staring down at you with tired eyes, and you feel bad for doing this to him, especially since he cherished his sleep and enjoys it so much, but you still bite your lip, looking up at your boyfriend with your infamous puppy eyes. "I'm not tired".

Yoongi groans, his hold around your waist tightening as if that can make you sleepier, and he shuts his eyes once again, his voice holding finality when he says: "You are. Go to sleep and you'll see".

Your pout only grows at that, but you know better than to talk to Suga again, who would probably only ignore you or maybe kick you out of the room, so you try your best to find a comfortable position that'll hopefully help you fall asleep faster, wiggling all over your boyfriend's body until you feel the arms around your waist tighten once more.

"Y/N.", Yoongi deadpans, the frustration in his voice now completely visible, and you sigh, burying your face in the other's neck. 

"Sorry", you mumble in a small voice, pressing the softest of kisses to the smooth white skin, and you feel more than hear Yoongi's deep sigh, almost like he's suffering but also enjoying this at the same time. 

"Sleep", the voice above you commands, firm yet soft at the same time, and then there's lips pressed to your hair, just above your forehead, and one of Yoongi's hands comes up to stroke your hair softly, the other hand drawing circles on your hip bone carefully, and you feel your heart burst with love when your boyfriend sings you a lullaby quietly, voice hoarse from lack of sleep and hours of staying up late with only microwaved ramen and energy drinks to keep him company. It's the best thing you've heard in a while, you think, just as your eyes close, your boyfriend's voice still engraved in your mind.

Jung Hoseok:

You were always known as a rather clumsy person, always losing stuff and tripping over air. Your friends usually found it hilarious that you're such a mess, constantly comparing you to Namjoon, but your boyfriend always found it adorable, even though he himself was the definition of organized and agile, and he always stood up for you, insisting the two of you complete each other perfectly.

But sometimes being a couple was hard, your differences getting in the way occasionally, especially now, after you moved in together, and your messy lifestyle seemed to clash with Hoseok's perfectionist one more often than not.

You curse under your breath, shooting another panicked glance towards the large black clock hanging on the wall, seemingly taunting you with his consistent movement as you throw one of your pillows to the floor, patting the white mattress frantically.

Your phone was nowhere to be seen, although you had been holding it a few minutes ago, and you were going to be late for work if you didn't get out of the house right now, which you couldn't do without your phone.

The room looks like a whirlwind passed through it, your blankets and pillows strewn on the floor, your pink checkered pyjamas thrown on the now bare bed, from when you changed your clothes hurriedly, trying to get ready for work.

The alarm on your phone is blaring loudly, alerting you that you have to get out of the apartment right now, as if you didn't know that, and makeup and more beauty products were covering the floor of your room like snow, a result of your quick changing.

"Y/N? What's going on?", you turn around at the sound of your boyfriend's worried voice, meeting J-hope's slowly widening eyes at the sight of the horrible mess in your bedroom. 

He's standing in the entrance to the room, wearing oversized black sweatpants and a loose dark green t-shirt, holding a mug of his usual hot black coffee, the mug still letting out steam. His eyes are still slightly sleepy, not completely awake just yet, his curly black hair falling over his forehead in cute waves, and his mouth is slightly open in disbelief at the sight of your shared bedroom.

Usually you would feel guilty for making this sort of chaos in your apartment, because there is literally nothing that annoys Hoseok more than disorganization, but you're too lost and freaked out to feel bad right now, so you shoot your lover a frantic look. "I can't find my phone, I need to go to work, and I can't find my phone-"

"Okay, okay", the confused look in Hoseok's eyes changes back to the look of J-hope, the lead dancer of BTS, someone who leads and supports when everyone else is in panic, and he motions you to calm down with hands, placing his coffee beside the door before entering the room. "Calm down, we'll find it, just keep looking."

You go back to searching the room, flipping over the fuzzy gray carpet on the floor and searching under it, throwing the cushions off the small leather sofa in the side of the room, while Hoseok helps you, looking under the bed and inside the closet.

You can practically feel Hoseok's grimaces of discomfort whenever another thing in your room goes flying out of place, and you're just about to start crying from frustration when you hear your boyfriend's flat voice.

"Y/N.", you turn to meet J-hope's unimpressed look, not quite understanding the meaning of the blank face on your boyfriend's usually smiling one until you notice the phone in his hand, the familiar device making you breath out in relief, your stiff body sagging slightly.

"Where did you find it?", you yell with excitement, running over to your phone and grabbing it from your boyfriend's hand, who doesn't even answer, simply pointing at your pyjama pants, still laying on the floor pathetically. Your phone was in your stupid back pocket the whole time.

"Oh.", you mumble with slight embarrassment, raising your eyes up to meet your boyfriend's soft brown ones, still staring at you with an expression that seems so done you feel you can't help but blush, playing with your fingers. "Sorry for messing up the room, I'll come back from work and clean up everything, I promise-"

Hoseok rolls his eyes, but you know he's not truly mad when he sighs heavily, already used to your antics. "Do you really think I'm going to leave the room like this for so long?", he asks sarcastically, raising a thick eyebrow at you. 

You smile sheepishly, rocking back on your heels. "No?", you answer, your voice coming out sounding more like a question than a statement, and your boyfriend's lips twitch slightly as he tries not to smile. "Exactly."

"Thank you, baby", you say with gratitude, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to your boyfriend's nose, because how the hell did you get such a sweet boyfriend that always cleans up your messes for you, who always lets you get away with everything.

J-hope hums in confirmation, wrapping a gentle hand around your jaw to tilt your head up, pressing a fleeting kiss against your lips. "You're lucky I love you. Now run off to work, you're late."

Kim Namjoon:

One of the things you love the most about Kim Namjoon is the fact that he's such a hard-working guy. He always puts his most into everything he does, no matter how small or seemingly meaningless it is, and that gives you an immense sense of pride.

But sometimes it gets too much, when Namjoon loses track of time and gets so into whatever project he's working on, that he forgets that you can be rather clingy and need a minimal amount of physical affection.

Sighing, you stare at the door to your boyfriend's room, where he is currently working on some paperwork regarding the boys' next comeback.

You were excited for the upcoming album, of course you were, but a new album meant less time with your lover, and you felt it the past week more than you did during your whole relationship.

Tapping your foot against the wooden floor, you wonder how the hell you can get RM's attention without burning down the apartment. 

Honestly, there weren't a lot of options. Begging didn't work, as you've already checked, and will only earn you a dimpled smile and a fond pat on your head. Yelling wasn't good either, since this whole situation was really Joon's fault. 

You roll your head back in frustration, eyes pointing to the ceiling and locking on the speakers you and Namjoon had installed in the living room. They were mostly used when you wanted to see a movie on the big TV screen or when you just wanted to vibe to some songs, but now they were giving you a wicked idea.

A small smirk started to form on your face, your mind running a mile a minute. The idea that was slowly manifesting in your brain was nothing short of evil, but you conclude that tough times call for tough decisions. You have to do this before Namjoon will die from lack of sleep and you from lack of cuddles.

Walking over to the speaker set determinantly, you press the home button on your phone, quickly switching on the "Bluetooth", which automatically connects to the sound device. 

You needed something good, good and loud, so you scroll through the downloaded songs on your phone, clicking on the first one you saw with an evil giggle. 'Dwaechita', by Agust D. This will be epic.

You raise the volume to the highest level, before plopping down on the sofa and waiting for your boyfriend to exit his room. You assume it won't take long.

Just like you thought, mere seconds after the chorus starts, Namjoon's already stumbling out of the bedroom, his hair a mess and his eyes wide like saucers. 

You're pretty sure he's wearing the same crumpled mustard button-up he was wearing two days ago, with the same black trousers. His caramel hair is brushed back from his eyes, which have dark circles underlining them, and his usually smooth, tanned skin is looking uncharacteristically blotchy. 

"What the hell, Y/N?", RM exclaims, almost tripping on his own feet as he grabs the wall for support, his eyes searching for you wildly before falling on your smug figure, sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

"Don't you wanna listen to some music right now?", you ask, yelling to overcome the loud sound of Suga's rap. "This artist is pretty dope", you add innocently, biting back a smile when realization dawns on the older's face.

"Is this because we haven't been spending much time together the last few days?", Namjoon asks gently, his voice just a little impatient, but understanding nonetheless.

"Not really. It's actually because I haven't seen you in our own apartment in the last few weeks.", you say sarcastically, crossing your arms over your chest defiantly while you glare at your boyfriend, your chill facade slowly wearing off.

Namjoon groans, pinching the bridge of his nose slightly as he inhales deeply, his eyes closed and mouth pursed into a thin line. "Look, I'm sorry, I'll take more time off, but I'm really busy right now, so can you please lower the volume?"

You shake your head, getting up from the couch and padding over to where Namjoon is standing, looking at you with an expectant gaze. 

"I'll stop the music", you say simply, straightening one of the many wrinkles in the sleeves of your lover's shirt, before raising your eyes up from his chest to meet his own dark orbs. "If you take a break right now and come eat with me a normal lunch".

There's annoyance flickering in Namjoon's eyes, but it doesn't really matter right now, because your boyfriend needed this just as much as you did, if not more. 

It takes five more seconds of Suga's rapping thundering through the house for your boyfriend to sigh defeatedly, throwing his hands up in the air helplessly before running them through his locks, making them stick out in different directions. 

"Okay, fine, just please shut this off, my brain is going to explode", Namjoon says pleadingly, and you send him a sweet smile before pressing the mute button on your phone, the music ceasing immediately and your house filling once again with it's comfortable, calming atmosphere.

"Thank God", your boyfriend mutters, almost to himself, and you wrap your arms around his waist without another word, leaning your head over his strong chest to listen to the steady beating of his heart, reminding you he's right here with you, where he belongs.

"I missed you", you whisper into the silence, enjoying the way Namjoon's hands automatically encircle around your waist, his chin placed on the top of your head gently, and he lets out another sigh, this one more of content, the soft sound sending tingles through your body.

"Me too, babe", he answers, pressing a soft kiss to your hair, like he always does before the two of you fall asleep, and you close your eyes, imaging the two of you cuddled against each other in bed, just enjoying the other's presence. It seems so far away now.

"But you're insufferable sometimes, you know that?", he adds, and you can't help but giggle at the frustrated tone of his voice, burying your face in his neck as laughter wracks your body. Yes, you missed this more than words can explain.

Park Jimin:

Park Jimin was a cute person, no one could deny. Something about his pretty eye smile, his delicate features, and naturally lovely personality was heart-fluttering. He was also super hot, but that's a different discussion.

You love to annoy your boyfriend, mostly because he can't possibly say no to you, even when you do everything in your power to piss him off. And today was one of these days.

Maybe it's because Jimin just looks so fluffy right now, with his pretty brown hair tied into a small ponytail, his eyes slightly droopy from sleep and his plump lips stretched into a small pout. 

His head is in your lap, shiny hair spread over your thighs like a halo, and he's wearing his thick winter pyjamas: a furry gray hoodie, the hat pulled low over his head, wide black sweatpants and blue socks.

You're in front of the television, the two of you watching some disgustingly sweet rom-com, and you're munching happily on some peperos when Jimin tilts his head up to you, opening his mouth silently.

You raise an eyebrow down at your boyfriend, smiling a bit when you notice the adorable gesture and outfits he's wearing, and pop another chocolate-covered stick in your mouth, humming purposely loud.

"These are so good", you say with an exaggerated groan, smirking slightly when you see Jimin's mouth close, eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. "You want some?", you ask innocently, taking out another one of the snacks and waving it in front of your boyfriend, who nods his head enthusiastically.

"Then show me some aegyo", you request with a shit-eating grin. "Something amazing though", you add, enjoying the way Jimin started frowning immediately, not satisfied by your request.

"Yah, Y/N, don't be tough", he whines, "You know I hate acting cute.", he says, crossing his arms in front of his chest, and you can't help but coo at his unintentional cute behaviour, reaching your arm out to pinch his chubby cheek gently. "I can't help it, you're too adorable."

Jimin lets another groan of distress, but you don't miss the light pink blush high on his cheeks, even with the lack of light in the dark room. Despite your lover being genuinely annoyed by your continuous requests for aegyo, you know he likes it when you compliment his personality and baby him every now and then.

"Fine.", he says with a deep sigh, already so done with you, and you smile sweetly, looking at your boyfriend expectantly while he gets ready, clenching his fists and inhaling deeply.

"Jagiya, please give me some of that yummy snack!", Jimin says with a small voice, sending you his best puppy eyes and cupping his face in his delicate hands, waiting for your response.

You giggle at the act, clapping your hands excitedly before taking one of the sweet snacks from the small aluminum bag, and sticking it between your boyfriend's pouty lips. "Yay, thank you baby", you say with a wide grin, pressing a soft kiss on one of Jimin's red cheeks.

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, but there's a tiny smile playing on his lips as he gets comfortable on your lap once again, placing his cheek on your legs and turning back to look at the flat screen in front of you.

You get lost once again in the plot of the movie, a smug smile still showing on your face from your previous victory, when Jimin nudges your stomach slightly with his nose. 

"Baby, can you pass me the fuzzy blanket from there? It's getting cold.", Jimin requests, already half-asleep once again, and you can't help but tease him, lifting your hand from where it's sifting through his soft locks, and grabbing the baby blue blanket from the edge of the couch.

"You know what you need to do, Jiminie", you say slyly, lifting the blanket slightly out of your boyfriend's reach when his arm raises up to grab it, and his face turns into a scowl, annoyed by your continuous teasing.

"Y/N, stop it, seriously", he says, stretching out his hand even higher, but you don't let him reach the blanket, laughing evilly when his glare turns even darker, your smile practically splitting your face in half.

You let out a surprised gasp when you suddenly find yourself on your back, Jimin hovering above you with dark eyes and a dangerous smirk. You gulp, your boyfriend suddenly not as cute as he was two seconds ago, and feel something curl in your stomach. 

"You think I'm cute, huh? I'll show you how cute I am", Jimin says with a growl, and you can only manage out an embarrassing squeak before Jimin is kissing you hard, his grip on your waist almost bruising, and you arch into him, gasping against his mouth.

Okay, so maybe Jimin wasn't really cute right now, but that didn't really matter when you love every side of him.

Kim Taehyung:

Having an idol boyfriend was definitely a pain in the ass sometimes, especially when comeback season came around.

You haven't seen Taehyung in your shared apartment for a full week, only seeing him on the times you came to visit him at Bighit's building or when the two of you grabbed a quick coffee during his breaks from work, and considering the fact he's literally in the same city as you, it was pretty damn ridiculous. You knew he was sleeping at the dorm with the rest of the members, making it easier for him to arrive to practice and recordings, and all the other things he's dealing with right now, but it didn't make you any happier.

You had talked with Jungkook, the maknae of BTS and your close friend, and checked with him when Taehyung was free enough to jump over. Of course, you know your boyfriend and his perfectionist ass, and know that he would never agree to come back to your apartment before their comeback, so you had to take more drastic measures.

What you're going to do is pretty mean, you know that, but sitting in your cold, empty living room, it's obvious that this has to be done. 

You cuddle a bit closer into the warm brown blanket slung across your shoulders, and press the quick dial on your phone, the first suggestion already showing up as 'Taehyungie💞'. Giving yourself another mental pat on the back, you exhale shakily before pressing on the contact. Time to get your acting talents to use.

Pressing the small device to your ear, you clear your throat as you listen to the loud ringing, waiting for your lover to pick up the phone impatiently. According to Jungkook, Taehyung was supposed to be at the dorm right now, getting some well-deserved rest which he is probably wasting on even more practicing.

"Hey, babe", Tae's deep voice rings through the phone, and you smile unconsciously at the sound of him, pressing the phone even closer to your ear as if that'll help you reach him. 

"Tae…", you say in a raspy, worn-out voice, your heart clenching slightly when you hear the sound of moving, probably Taehyung going to his room to talk to you more privately. 

"Y/N????", Taehyung's voice is worried, and you can imagine his face right now, thick eyebrows furrowed over dark eyes in concern, pretty lips pursed into a thin line and hands clenching around his phone nervously. "Are you ok? You don't sound good."

"Yeah, I'm sick", you mumble, surprised yourself by how genuinely shitty you sound, and you can already hear Taehyung mumbling a curse, and then the sound of a door opening and keys rattling. 

"I'm on my way", your boyfriend announces into the phone, and your mouth drops slightly at the unexpected saying. You thought you would have to do a lot more to get him to come, but it only took a little fake-coughing and a tired voice to get him out of the dorm.

"You don't have to", you say, the guilt starting to claw in your chest, the heaviness in your heart only growing when your boyfriend makes a dismissive sound. "Of course I do. I'm your boyfriend, I need to take care of you. Now rest for a bit until I arrive."

You stare at your phone dumbly after Taehyung says goodbye, regretting your decision to prank your lover, even if it came from good intentions. He was clearly worried sick, and now he'll be super pissed when he sees you're perfectly fine, except for a lack of quality time with your boyfriend.

You don't even get to rethink your decisions before the door is opening, revealing a disheveled Taehyung, his curly black hair falling over his forehead, covering his eyes almost completely, wearing one of his doodled T-shirts and a pair of his favorite wide black pants. His face is bare, showing off his small mustache and the dark circles under his eyes, and he's clearly exhausted. 

"Baby? I'm sorry I-", Taehyung freezes in the middle of his sentence, his panicked expression slowly morphing into confusion as he stares at you, looking perfectly healthy, a guilty expression on your face as you bite your lip, avoiding his eyes. "What's going on?"

"I… might have pranked you into coming here.", You start, wincing when your boyfriend's eyes darken and he crosses his arms in front of his chest, a clear sign he was annoyed. "I just missed you and I knew you were supposed to rest anyway… So I pretended to be sick."

Taehyung doesn't say anything, but you know that's how he always reacts when he's annoyed, and there's this disappointed look in his eyes, which is even worse than just anger.

"I'm sorry, what I did was wrong", you admit after another minute of silence. "But I'm worried about you Tae, even before I miss you. Have you even seen yourself in the last few days?", you ask, scanning your boyfriend's face once again with worry. 

Taehyung sighs, slipping into the spot on the couch next to you, and you know he's still mad, but you won't let that get in the way right now. 

"Taehyung. Just please, please stay here tonight? Don't talk with me, be mad at me, I deserve it. But if you care about me, please sleep here. I need to know you're taking care of yourself.", you beg, biting your lip like you always do when you're anxious, staring at your Taehyung's profile, who's stubbornly looking forward, not meeting your eyes.

You place your hand on Taehyung's shoulder, and he finally looks at you, his eyes softening slightly when he sees your desperate eyes, and he sighs once again, sending you a small smile. 

"Okay", he whispers, and you can't help but laugh happily, wrapping your arms around Taehyung and placing your head on his shoulder as you finally, finally get what you really want: a healthy Taehyung. Nothing else matters right now.

And when Taehyung wraps his own arms around your waist gently, placing a fleeting kiss on your hair, you know you're already forgiven.

Jeon Jungkook:

If you were being honest, you didn't really like gaming. Rather, you didn't like your boyfriend gaming. Jungkook was probably the most attentive guy a girl could ask for, except when he was playing Overwatch, or whatever video game he's into at the moment.

"Jungkook", you whine again, glaring at your boyfriend when he hums unconvincingly, his dark eyes focused on the screen unblinkingly, occasional profanities leaving his mouth when another player almost kills him.

The two of you were supposed to be on date night today, and what Jungkook said would be a "quick round", turned out to be a seven, and you really need to stop giving in to your boyfriend's stupid puppy eyes.

"Jungkook, I want to cuddle", you demand, sending another glance to the clock on the wall in front of you. It was late, and you hated going to sleep without Jungkook's soft hugs and sweet singing in your ear, the occasional shy kiss pressed to your nape or cheeks.

"Just a second, babe", Jungkook says for the twentieth time, and you huff, not believing your boyfriend's behaviour. 

You stare for another second at Jungkook hunched up form, letting yourself admire the way his simple black hoodie does nothing to disguise his thick biceps and wide shoulders, the matching black sweatpants accentuating his strong thighs and his long dark hair, parted and pushed away from his forehead to allow him to see better, revealing sharp black eyebrows and piercing black eyes.

"Fuck it", you mumble to yourself after five more minutes pass, walking over to the television and standing next to it, staring at Jungkook with a firm expression. "You asked for this".

Not giving Jungkook time to react, you take out the cable of the television, and the screen goes black immediately, Jungkook's mouth dropping open when his game suddenly stops, not quite realizing what happened.

"Y/N, what the hell?", Jungkook stares at you, his eyes somewhere between mad and helpless, and he throws his controller aside with disbelief painted on his face. "Why are you so impatient?"

You stare at your boyfriend with disbelief, shaking your head. "Are you serious right now? I've been waiting for you to finish for ages now. You know I can't fall asleep alone.", you answer with clenched teeth, not even bothering to hide your annoyance.

"Whatever", Jungkook mumbles, shooting you another glare before getting up from the couch, heading towards the bathroom, and you sigh, cursing under your breath as you continue standing there for another second, before walking towards your shared bathroom.

Jungkook doesn't say a word when he exits the bathroom, and you're already lying on your side of the bed with your back to your boyfriend, trying to hide the hurt expression on your face as you cuddle closer into the blanket in an attempt to warm yourself without Jungkook's body as your personal furnace.

You can feel the bed dip when your boyfriend slips into bed silently, and you hate the emptiness, missing Jungkook's strong arms around you, pressing you into his broad chest.

You lie there for God knows how long, debating between yourself before mumbling a soft "I'm sorry" into other air between you, not even checking if the other is sleeping or not.

Your answer comes in the form of Jungkook's familiar arms, snaking around your lower stomach, and then there's lips pressed to your nape, kissing it so sweetly you can't help but melt, your own hands coming to cover Jungkook's. 

"I'm sorry, too", he mumbles, and you smile to yourself, turning in his hold and pressing a gentle kiss to Jungkook's lips, and then to his cheek. "It's okay.", you whisper, pressing your forehead to the older's and staring into his doe eyes. "Goodnight, Jungkookie." "Goodnight, baby".

BTS when you’re pregnant:

Kim Seokjin: 

Week 15 of pregnancy meant many things. Things like constantly feeling nauseous, your nose being annoyingly stuffy, and a small baby bump starting to form. It also meant cravings. So much cravings.

You shovel another spoon of peanut butter into your mouth, frowning slightly when you realize the jar is almost empty. You're pretty sure it's the second jar of PB you finished this week, and it's only Tuesday.

You're spread on the couch like a burrito, a huge fluffy blanket wrapped around you tightly, the television playing some cheesy drama, the kind you've been watching for the past weeks religiously.

Throwing away the now clean jar of the spread aside, you don't even hesitate to call your husband, Seokjin, pressing the ringing phone to your ear as you feel another wave of hunger cursing through your body like a hurricane.

"Hey, sweetheart", a small smile makes its way to your face at the sound of Jin's voice, and you feel your body relax for the first time today, curling a bit more into your gray couch.

"Hey", you mumble, blaming your pregnancy for the way your heart suddenly increased its pace, and you grip the phone even harder, trapping it between your ear and the white pillow supporting your back. "Where are you?"

"I'm on my way home. Like, two minutes away.", Jin answers, and despite being very happy to finally see your lover after a long, lonely day, you really need your peanut butter. 

"Well…", you bite your lip before smiling sheepishly, despite Jin not being able to see your face. "Can you turn around? We ran out of peanut butter."

"You finished another jar?", your boyfriend asks, his voice somewhere between exasperated and disbelieving. He never quite understood your weird craving for the spread, mostly because it's such an American food. 

"Yeah.", you say bashfully, and Seokjin sighs against your ear. "Baby, it's all you are eating for the last few days. You need to keep your body healthy.", he says gently, and you huff, crossing your arms over your chest defensively.

Of course, Jin was right. You had indeed been eating mostly peanut butter since your cravings started a few weeks ago, and your husband was going crazy seeing you sit on Reese's cups and peanut butter sandwiches all day long.

"But I want peanut butter", you whine into the phone, not caring the least about your childish behaviour, and Jin's silent for a second before he responds. 

"How about this? I come home, make you some real food, and if you don't want it, I'll go and buy peanut butter.", Seokjin suggests, and you wonder how the hell did you fall on this perfect man, who was so patient with you, but also firm, taking care of you in the best way possible.

You hesitate for a second, not really liking the idea, but something about Jin's tone tells you he won't take no for an answer, and making him turn around after he's practically here is plain cruel, even for your pregnancy-induced mind.

"Fine.", you agree reluctantly, and you hear the other sigh in relief, a slight chuckle in his voice when he says: "Good, because I'm already in the elevator of the building".

***

When Jin steps into the apartment, you're still sprawled all over the sofa, your hands on your small baby bump and legs extended carelessly.

"Sweetie", Jin walks over to you with a soft smile, a short chuckle escaping his lips when you tilt your head up for him, silently asking for a kiss.

He looks exhausted after a day of practicing nonstop, his slightly long black hair falling over his eyes carelessly, wearing a plain gray t-shirt with long sleeves and ripped boyfriend jeans. His eyes are red from lack of sleep and his lips look swollen, and you know it's because of his habit to bite them whenever he's stressed.

Your heart clenches painfully at the sight of your husband, and you feel bad for being so selfish, even if you're carrying a living human inside of you. Jin was struggling to juggle his busy life as an idol and dealing with his pregnant wife, and you knew it.

You wrap your arms around Jin's neck when he leans down, pressing his lush lips against yours, and sigh into his mouth contentedly, momentarily forgetting about the need to vomit and your angry appetite, and just enjoying the affection you've been missing the whole day.

"How's my baby doing?", Jin mutters when he pulls back, keeping his forehead pressed to yours, and you exhale dramatically, tucking your face in the juncture between his shoulder and his neck. "Not good. I'm tired, and hungry and-"

"I meant the baby in your stomach", Jin says teasingly, letting out a high-pitched laugh when you pull away from him and send him a glare that could kill, your husband's humor existing even in times like this.

"Make me food, peasant. And it better be good.", you say flatly, raising an eyebrow at your lover, who simply shakes his head at you, muttering under his breath: "Nobody said pregnancy is like slavery".

You continue to stare at the TV blankly while your husband busies himself in the kitchen, humming to himself tunes and throwing around pots and pans loudly.

It must be around half an hour when Jin's head peeks out of the entrance to the kitchen, the apron tucked around his small waist covered with patches of flour and an assortment of colorful spices.

"It's ready!", he says with a toothy grin, wiggling his eyebrows at you. "Get ready to get your mind blown.", He adds confidently, and you get up from the couch, hearing your stomach rumble as you get closer to the source of the amazing smell filling your apartment.

Jin always makes you food, and has always cooked for you since the two of you started dating, so you were very familiar with his food, but whatever was on the white porcelain plate on your kitchen table, you haven't seen before.

"What is that?", you ask curiously, eyebrows furrowed with confusion as you inspect the omelet/pancake, unidentified red and green vegetables and pieces of seafood inside of it. There's also some sort of dark dipping sauce in a small bowl. 

"That",Jin says proudly, his eyes twinkling the way they did when he was talking about something he was passionate about. "is my mother's famous Haemul Pajeon recipe. Our family's been eating this for years during cold winter nights. It's the best kind of comfort food."

You hum with interest, Jin's enthusiastic reaction lighting up some excitement inside of you, and sit down by the table, licking your lips as your boyfriend cuts you a slice of the large pancake, handing it over to you with an expecting grin.

You can't help but moan when you bite into the perfectly spiced Korean dish, closing your eyes with satisfaction as your taste buds enjoy for the first time in a while something that wasn't peanut butter.

"So?", Jin says mischievously, "Should I go buy some peanut butter to go with this?", he asks sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, too focused on the delicious food in front of you to answer him.

Later, when the two of you are cuddled up on the sofa, the fuzzy blanket wrapped around your bodies and Jin's warm hand rubbing circles onto your slowly-growing belly, you tilt your head back to meet your husband's soft brown eyes, sending him a small smile. "Thank you, baby. For the food. And I'm sorry for being a brat all of the time."

Jin laughs, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead and pulling you even closer to him. "It's okay. I love you no matter what. And our baby girl, of course."

You lay there for a few more minutes of content silence, enjoying the warmth of each other after a long day for both of you. You can't help but laugh, shaking your head when a sudden thought comes to your head, and Jin lets out a questioning noise against your nape. "What is it?"

"Nothing", you snort, trying to silence your giggles in the palm of your hand, before turning to look at your husband, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I just realized I found my new craving."

Min Yoongi:

Waking up to yourself in week 28 was sort of like waking up to your pet elephant. You were huge now, your stomach and boobs blocking everything in front of you.  

Yoongi was still asleep beside you, one hand thrown lazily across your thick waist, the other tucked behind his head. He looks peaceful, like he always does when he's asleep, his dark hair falling over his forehead messily, his small mouth closed and letting out these deep breaths, indicating he was sound asleep.

Sighing, you brush your husband's bangs away from his face, admiring his fair skin and soft facial features. How the hell was this perfect human being here with you, when you look like this? When you feel like this?

Not able to take the sudden wave of emotions, you get up from your shared bed slowly, biting your lip when your body screams at you to stay in bed and not move until you go into labor. Your boyfriend stays unmoving, as expected, and for once you're thankful for his deep slumbers. You don't want him to see you like this.

You walk out of the hallway slowly, padding out of your shared bedroom in your fuzzy white socks and one of Yoongi's old white T-shirts and shorts, which is sadly the only thing that fits you right now.

Making breakfast is the only thing you want to do right now, the best way to take your mind off of things, and you walk determinant to the kitchen, bracing your hand against the wall as you do.

Unfortunately, the long golden body mirror at the edge of the hallway catches your attention, and you can't help but stop in front of it, feeling your heart drop as you look at your reflection.

Pregnant women were supposed to have some sort of natural glow, right? They were supposed to feel like goddesses, like they were thriving. But you just felt like a wretched mess, and nothing more than that.

You were always an athletic person, and maybe also a little weight conscious. Suga gave you more self-confidence, helping you in his subtle actions and words, but right now, you felt like you were losing control over your own body, and you hated it. What if you stay like this forever?

You feel a wave of panic surge through you, tears brimming in your eyes as you stare at the girl in the mirror, with the blood-shot eyes from uncomfortable sleeping, the messy bun of dark hair and the pale skin from staying home these last few weeks.

"Babe?", you turn at the sound of your lover's voice, still hoarse from sleep, meeting his brown eyes with your own watery ones. At the sight of your trembling bottom lip and quiet sniffling, Yoongi's previously half-shut eyes widen, walking over to you quickly with a concerned expression.

"Hey, hey, what's going on?", he asks with an uncharacteristically soft voice, his warm hands coming up to cup your face, wiping the small teardrops from your cheeks. His eyebrows are furrowed cutely, his face so close to yours you can smell his breath, still minty from brushing his teeth not too long ago.

You sob, the embarrassment of being caught like this only intensifying your feelings, and avoiding your husband's eyes, who turns your face back to him, gently yet firmly, his eyes showing no intent to back down.

"I just… I feel so ugly, Yoongi. And I'm so scared. Scared I'll stay like this forever, scared you think I'm not good enough…", the last words come out in a whisper, your cheeks burning bright red as your boyfriend stares at you incredulously, mouth slightly open.

"Y/N, I know you're pregnant and have all sorts of weird moods right now, but this… this is straight up ridiculous. I love you, I'm your husband, and I'll never leave you.", Yoongi says firmly, grabbing your shoulders tightly as if trying to pass his sincerity to you, and you feel ashamed now for making the love of your life look like this, so worried and sad over something so meaningless.

"I'm sorry", you whisper, because you have nothing else to say, and Suga clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he brings one hand up to tilt your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes, now much softer than they were seconds before, holding love and affection that's meant only for you.

"Y/N, it's okay to feel ugly. You don't have to feel like you're a failure and a horrible person for not enjoying every second of your pregnancy. It's hard, and I love you so much for going through this. I love you so much for giving me our child.", he finishes, pressing a warm kiss to your hand, and you can't help but sob, the unexpected speech from your husband making you feel so much things, especially because you know how hard it is for him to say what's on his mind, even to you.

Yoongi doesn't say anything, simply wrapping his arms around your large figure carefully, pulling you closer until your face is buried in the crook of his neck, his hands stroking your hair slowly as you cry your heart out, letting out weeks of hidden fears and insecurities wash away with your tears.

Maybe you don't feel like the prettiest human right now, but it doesn't matter because you'll have the most beautiful child in the world, exactly like his father.

Jung Hoseok:

You're on the sofa in the living room, texting your mother, who you think is more concerned about your pregnancy than you are, when you feel something strange in your stomach, almost like gas bubbles, or a growling tummy.

You make a face and set your phone aside, squirming a bit on the blue-colored couch in an attempt to get comfortable. This feeling has been happening for a few weeks now, these little flutterings in your stomach, but now it's much more distinctive, and you place a hand on your curvy belly, trying to calm down the strange movements inside of it.

And that's when you feel it. The smallest of kicks against your palm, just above your belly button, like the wings of a butterfly, and you gasp, feeling tears well up in your eyes at the feeling that you now know is your baby moving in the womb.

How didn't you think about this possibility? You're already at your 25th week, just around the time when you can start feeling your baby's "quickenings".

"Oh my God. I have to tell Hoseok.", you whisper to yourself after a few seconds of complete shock, still a little bit delirious, before rolling into a seating position, your elbows supporting the weight of your unnaturally heavy body.

"Hoseok!", you shout, waiting impatiently as you hear cabinets closing hastily, and then the sound of hurried footsteps running down the hallway, before your husband's head pops out of the corner, eyes wide and worried.

"I was just making you a bowl of cereal, like you wanted. Are you okay?", your boyfriend asks gently, coming closer to you and crouching in front of the couch to be at eye level with you, his eyes scanning you for any reason of discomfort.

Hoseok's wearing an oversized dark grey sweater, light grey shorts and his favorite purple sandals, and there's cute black round glasses perched on his nose that make you feel all kinds of things, especially matched with his hot messy brown hair, but you don't let yourself dwell on his attractive appearance at the moment.

"Hobi", you whisper, not even knowing how to tell him about the fact that you've just felt your first child move for the first time. 

Hoseok's eyes furrow, looking even more worried than before, and he reaches his hand out to squeeze yours gently, his skin warm against yours. "I'm here. Talk to me, baby."

You don't talk, but you do reach out to take your conjoined hands, and place them on your stomach, right where you felt the baby move a few seconds before.  

It's quiet for a few seconds, your poor husband's expressions growing more confused by the second, but you know he feels it as well when his eyes suddenly widen, his jaw dropping and the hand against you jolting with surprise.

"Oh my God.", he breathes out, voice slightly shaky when he looks at you, his expression excited but also a little unsure, as if he didn't want to get his hopes up. "Was that-"

"Yeah", you bite your lip, bringing up your interlocked hands to kiss J-hope's palm. "That's our baby boy, Hobi.", you say with a tone of disbelief that matches your husband's expression perfectly.

You're not really surprised when J-hope jumps up, knowing your boyfriend's energetic personality, but you still laugh when he starts dancing in front of you, matching his cries of happiness to his impressive popping skills.

The baby seems to feel your excitement and happiness, too, because you're pretty sure he moves even more than before, kicking even harder against your stomach, almost as if he was dancing in the womb as well.

"It looks like this kid will be a musician just like his dad.", you mumble later, when you and your husband are curled up on the sofa together, your hands wrapped around Hoseok's torso tightly and your head placed on his chest, the steady beating of his heart setting you in a dreamlike state. 

Hoseok laughs under you, and you feel the ripples underneath you, sending waves of warmth in your chest. He leans downwards towards you, pressing little butterfly kisses all over your face; your eyelids, your nose, cheeks and mouth.

He stops only when you're giggling like a teenage girl and pushing him away with your hands weakly, leaving one last peck on your lips before pulling away with a satisfied smile on his face, pulling you even closer to him with his hands around your waist, caressing your baby bump carefully.

"Well, he might be a dancer like his dad, but that's not the most important thing", he says nonchalantly, and you raise your head to look at him, slightly surprised that Jung Hoseok, who loves music more than all the people you know combined, is saying that. "What's even more important, is that he'll be an angel like his mom."

Kim Namjoon:

When Namjoon walks through the doorway, you're already standing in front of it expectantly, two hands on your pudgy waist while your left leg is tapping on the floor steadily, a habit you have gained whenever you're nervous or stressed.

"Um… Hi, baby.", your husband says carefully, easily reading your body language and knowing something's wrong. "What's going on?"

He's dressed like he's been at work, which makes a lot of sense considering he was busy composing and producing the songs for the upcoming BTS album the whole day. His caramel hair is slicked back, pushed away from his face with hair gel, there are golden specs placed on the bottom of his nose, and he's wearing fashionable khakis tucked into a mint button up.

He looks tired, and what he really should be doing right now, instead of staring at you with a worried expression, is go take a long nap, but the growing panic in your chest is overwhelming, and you can't help but let it control you.

"We need to get the nursery ready", you announce, watching as Namjoon freezes on his way to you, his concerned expression changing into a more confused look, eyebrows furrowed over his brown eyes and his mouth pulled into a small frown.

"The nursery is ready, though?", Namjoon replies, but it sounds more like a question than a statement, uncertainty tainting his voice as he seems to run through all the things you bought for the room since you discovered you were pregnant almost 36 weeks ago.

"It's not!", you reply, and maybe it's the unexpectedly sharp tone of your voice, or the slight shake of your hands that seems to jolt your husband awake, understanding filling his gaze as he scans your face carefully, his expression not as lost as before.

The past week or so, you've had these weird jolts of inhuman energy, followed by the need to organize and clean everything in sight, otherwise known as, the internet so generously explained to you, nesting. Namjoon had come home too many times to find you cleaning some old cabinet you never opened, folding loads of laundry for no apparent reason, and rearranging furniture in the middle of the night.

Your husband was slightly confused by the phenomenon for sure, but didn't try to stop you from cleaning as much as you like, although he did warn you to be careful not to wear yourself out, and tried to help as much as he could to take some of the pressure off of you.

"Okay, baby.", your boyfriend starts carefully, stepping towards you slowly as if he was scared you'll run away. "Why don't you tell me what needs to be done so we can figure it out, hmm?", he asks gently, finally reaching you, and his strong arms come to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him until your large belly meets his hard torso.

You let yourself relax slightly, your own hands dropping to your sides uselessly, the tension in your shoulders slowly decreasing, and exhale loudly. "We need to paint the room, and fold the clothes in the closet, and maybe buy more toys-"

"Okay, okay.", Namjoon's palm comes up to cup your face sweetly, stopping your frantic rant, and he sends you a dimpled smile that you can't help but smile back to, because you were always a sucker for the deep holes in Namjoon's cheeks, pregnant or not. "We'll do everything, I promise. Everything will be perfect when our baby comes along."

You nod, letting Namjoon press a soothing kiss to your temple, before he pulls back, leading you to your shared bedroom with a hand around your waist, taking off his shirt when you enter the room as well, clueless.

"What are you doing?", you ask, not hiding your confusion when Namjoon throws on himself one of his old, worn out t-shirts he never wears anymore, before tossing a similar one to you. 

"Well, if we're going to paint the nursery today, we should probably wear something comfortable.", your lover says with a wide grin, and you can't help but grin back, changing into the huge shirt and taking off your pyjama shorts, before following Namjoon to the nursery, your heart feeling lighter than it was the whole day.

Park Jimin:

You whimper when you vomit again, lurching over the toilet as you empty your stomach, which you're legitimately surprised has anything left inside of it at this rate.

You can hear Jimin say something above you, but it sounds far away, like your head is underwater. You can feel his hand in your hair, pushing the sticky strands away from your face, the other one rubbing your back soothingly as he continues to mumble sweet assurances in your ear, even if you can't quite understand them.

Morning sickness was apparently just a name, because you were getting sick at the most random hours of the day, and it was definitely not limited to the early hours of it.

Just a few minutes ago, in fact, you were perfectly fine, helping Jimin cut some vegetables for a healthy salad before you suddenly felt a strong wave of nausea course through you, sprinting to the bathroom without another word to your husband, who followed you immediately, calling you name worriedly.

And now you were here, bent over the toilet for the last five minutes, letting out whatever food you ate today or maybe your whole life, with Jimin supporting you from behind, holding you through it.

Your knuckles are white from grasping the edge of the toilet in a death grip, when you finally let out a shaky breath that's been caught in your throat since you got here, letting your head fall between your shoulders as you try to catch your breath.

"Baby", Jimin's voice is soft and steady, but you can hear the worry and sadness tinging it. He hated seeing you like this, and you know he's blaming himself for not being able to do anything to make it better, even if none of this is his fault. "Do you think you can get up?"

You manage to nod, but don't make any move to straighten up, instead letting your husband's strong hands wrap around your shoulders, picking you up and spinning you around gently to face him, every movement calculated and careful, making sure not to trigger your vomiting all over again.

Your boyfriend's brown eyes are filled with pity when he sees your state, your eyes teary and red, face pale and body weak and motionless against him. "Oh, sweetie", he mumbles, brushing away the teardrops staining your cheeks, his skin warm against yours.

He looks so beautiful right now, with his blonde hair, which you insisted on combing today just because you find it so soft and fun to play with, and Jimin could never really resist you. He's wearing a simple black sweater, gray sweatpants, and fuzzy white socks, and his soft skin is shining under the harsh light of the bathroom, giving him an angel-like halo.

You would kiss him, but you feel like the taste of your mouth is probably deadly right now, and you don't even have the energy to cross the two inches left between your lips. 

Jimin seems to understand you perfectly, because he wraps a hand around your thin waist, pulling you close until your face is tucked comfortably into the crook of his neck, leaving a soft, fleeting kiss on your dark hair. "Do you want to take some medicine, babe?", he asks, murmuring the words against your head, and you nod against him, too tired to answer.

You shriek when you suddenly find yourself in the air, Jimin lifting you bridal style as it it's not big deal, still making sure not to jostle you too much, and wrap your hands around the blonde's neck to steady yourself, glaring at him when he giggles cutely. "Yah, you should've warned me!", You scold him, but your cheeks are already heating up from the romantic gesture, and Jimin seems to realize, sending you a cheek grin.

"Sorry, babe.", Jimin apologizes sweetly, pressing another warm kiss to your red cheek as he continues trekking down the hall with you in his arms, not stopping until he reaches the kitchen, where the vegetables are still waiting to be eaten. 

Placing you on the gray counter, Jimin shuffles through the different cabinets in the room, throwing out different ointments and medical supplies until he fishes out what he was looking for with a small victory cry, a container of pills your doctor recommended you to take whenever you suffer from morning sickness. 

"Here, take this", Jimin passes you the box, before walking over to the kettle and switching it on, the machine immediately starting to let out soft whistling noises. "I'll make you some camomile tea, okay?"

You mumble a gentle 'thank you', your whole body filling with warmth when Jimin passes you a glass of water to down the pill with, watching you when you swallow it with cautious eyes. 

You can't help but feel like you're the luckiest girl in the world, to be married to this amazing man, to carry your shared baby with this angelic human, and it feels like your heart is expanding when you watch Jimin blow on your tea, making sure it's not too hot, before handing it to you, standing between your legs and rubbing the inside of your thighs soothingly.

So you set the hot beverage aside, instead wrapping your arms around Jimin's neck, and pull your lover as close as possible, pressing your lips to his soft ones, smiling when you he lets out a surprised noise, but still wraps his own arms around your lower back, the action already natural to him by now.

You kiss for a while, these lazy, loving kisses that you enjoy even more than the hot, heated ones, and you can't help but whine when Jimin pulls away, biting your bottom lip gently as he does. 

He presses his forehead to yours, his eyes opening to meet your own, and there's this soft, dreamy smile on his face that makes you want to kiss him again, to tug him even closer to you. "That was nice baby, but you should drink your tea. Don't want you getting sick again."

You sigh, pouting with annoyance, but grab the mug of tea reluctantly, deciding not to make Jimin's life harder than it already is. "Fine, but only if I get cuddles."

Jimin laughs at that, pressing another peck to your pouty lips with a fond mumble of 'cutie', before pulling away and helping you off the counter, the grip on your waist steady and firm. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Kim Taehyung:

"I'm nervous", you whisper to Taehyung, squeezing his hand a bit tighter as you continue to walk down the hallway, getting closer and closer to the doctor's room at the end of it.

"Everything's going to be okay, don't worry.", your husband responds, sending you a soft smile, but you don't miss his slightly sweaty palms, and the nervous fluttering of his eyes. He was just as jittery as you.

Breathing through your nose, you stop in front of the tall door, gulping at the sight of the small sign mentioning the purpose of the room: "Doctor Choi Jisoo- Ultrasound and Pregnancy". It somehow made everything even more real.

Noticing your hesitation, Taehyung reaches in front of you, tapping the door with his knuckles before backing up, pulling you even closer to him before a soft feminine voice calls from inside. "Come in!"

You let out a shaky exhale, sending your lover another helpless look, and he smiles again, this time more genuinely, before pulling you to him to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "I'm right here", he whispers, forehead pressed against yours, his thumbs stroking your cheeks soothingly, before he pulls away and opens the door.

The office is neat and pretty, light streaming in through large glass windows, a large white desk in front of them covered with organized piles of files, writing tools in a tall cup, and a small plate of mints. 

The woman sitting behind the desk fits the feeling of the office perfectly, a woman around her thirties, with shiny brown hair tucked into a tight bun, delicate features, and a slender figure clad in a white doctor's robe and a tight black pencil skirt reaching under her knee.

"Hello", the doctor sends you a small, yet kind-hearted smile, motioning you to sit down with a wave of her manicured hand. "You must be Kim Y/N. I'm Doctor Choi Jisoo, and I'll be doing your first ultrasound."

"Nice to meet you.", you reply, sending your own soft smile before continuing: "This is my husband, Kim Taehyung", you point at Taehyung, who bows his head towards the doctor respectfully. "Nice to meet you.", he says in his charmingly deep voice, still not letting go of your hand, placing it on his lap even after you sit down.

"Okay, let's get straight into it", the doctor says with a more formal voice, pointing at the clean, white bed in the edge of the room. "If you could lie there, please."

You get up, Taehyung following close behind you, and lie down on the hard mattress, watching as the doctor puts on gloves and takes a tube of clear-looking gel. "You're in your 12th week, right?", the doctor asks, lifting up your purple knit-sweater to reveal your tanned stomach as she gets ready to apply the gel.

"Yeah", you wince slightly when the cold gel touches your skin, and your boyfriend's by you in a second, holding your hand and rubbing his thumb along your knuckles to get you to relax.

"I'm fine", you promise when you see the worry in Taehyung's dark eyes, squeezing his hand two times to reassure him, and he squeezes back, obviously holding back from saying something to the doctor.

You hold your breath when the doctor puts the transducer on your stomach, and you feel Taehyung still beside you as well, the feeling almost like the whole world was holding its breath, waiting for your baby to appear.

"There it is!", the doctor says, and you can't help but let out a gasp, bringing your hand to cover your mouth as tears well up in your eyes, because even if the picture is grainy, and the baby is so small, not bigger than a plum, you already know he or she is the prettiest child in the world.

You vaguely register Taehyung beside you, mumbling something like 'the most beautiful thing I've ever seen', but you're too caught up in your own feelings, you don't even register it, nor the assurances of the doctor, promising you the baby is in perfect health and shape.

There's a light tap on your shoulder, and then you're turning around to meet the doctor's smiling face, her eyes bright, twinkling with something that looks like pride, and she's patting your head gently, whispering: "I'll give you two some time alone".

The seconds after the doctor exits the room are filled with so much unspoken words, the only sound in the room being the steady breathing of the two of you. It's Taehyung who speaks first, his voice filled with emotion and love.

"Our baby is beautiful", he mumbles, looking down at you, and you want to run your hand down his cheeks and wipe the glistening tears that lay there, but you also want to keep this image of him in mind, so beautiful, with his slightly curly black hair, his nose red from crying, deep eyes shiny from unshed tears, and lips stretched into a boxy grin so wide it blinds you.

"Yeah", you say back, your own voice sounding so filled with love and indescribable joy, and you let Taehyung wipe the tears off your cheeks with his lips, kissing all over your face as your grasp him tightly, afraid that this is all some amazing dream that'll slip through your fingers.

Later, when the two of you are home, Taehyung admiring your not-so-noticeable baby bump with a gaze so loving it melts you inside, running his hand up and down your stomach and telling you stories of what he thinks you should name him (he was sure it was a boy), you can't help but let out a disbelieving laugh, your boyfriend raising his eyebrows at the sudden action.

"We did that", you breathe out, your mind running back to the first picture of your first baby, which was now tucked safely in the drawer by your body, another copy already sent to get framed. 

Taehyung laughs at that, leaning up to hover over you, his legs tangled with yours, and he runs his hands up your sides, smiling when you squirm from the ticklish sensation. "Yeah.", he replies, his eyes soft like melted caramel. "We did."

Jeon Jungkook:

"Y/N!", the sudden shout jerks you out of your thoughts, and you turn around to your boyfriend, who's looking at you with raised eyebrows, his eyes showing confusion and slight worry. "I've called like two times already. What's gotten you so focused?"

"Sorry", you sigh, rubbing the space between your eyebrows. Now that you think about it, it seems like you've been on your laptop for a long time, judging by the fact that Jungkook's already home and the sun is setting outside, coloring the world in hues of orange and pink.

Jungkook doesn't answer, simply sliding his black duffle bag off his shoulder and walking over to the chair you're sitting on, standing behind it, close enough that you can feel the warmth emitting from his skin. 

"What are you doing?", he asks, staring at the open tabs in your laptop, numerous websites that range from "the size of your baby on week 23 of pregnancy", "ways to keep your body healthy during pregnancy", and "complications during labor".

You shrug, feeling slightly embarrassed at your boyfriend finding you surfing the internet like some crazed hag, and Jungkook seems to notice the change in your behaviour, because he turns the chair you're sitting on effortlessly, so you're facing him.

"Is everything okay?", Jungkook asks carefully, squatting down to your level and staring at you in the eyes, his expression slightly nervous like it always was when it came to talking about feelings.

You nod, but Jungkook doesn't seem to buy it, tilting your head up gently with a slim finger on your chin, so you have no choice but to look him in the eye. "You know you can tell me anything", he whispers, intelligent doe eyes holding so much sincerity and care that your heart stutters in your chest, and you sigh, running a distressed hand through your messy dark hair.

"I know, Kook.", you answer, pecking your husband's lips gratefully, and he hums against your lips, greatly satisfied by the gesture, before you pull back, biting your lip nervously while Jungkook stares at you, patiently waiting for you to say what's on your mind.

"I'm just", you start, your cheeks growing red at the thought of saying your cursed thoughts out loud, but you know better than to keep secrets from your husband, especially when it comes to your own child, so you grit your teeth and continue. "I'm scared I won't be a good mother. Like, what if I'm not responsible enough? I'm still so young, and so are you. Maybe having a kid at this age is crazy. What if we'll ruin his life?"

The silence that follows your ramble is deafening, Jungkook's mouth open slightly in surprise, his dark eyes wide, and you open your mouth to say something, anything to take back what you said, but Jungkook's already talking before you manage to.

"I don't know", your lover says, and you snap your head up on surprise, expecting some words of wisdom, or at the very least a clueless assurance. Jungkook seems to catch your shock, because he sends you a small, loving smile, reaching his hand out to stroke your cheek gently with the back of his hand, something akin to awe in his eyes as he stares at you.

"All I know is, I love you.", Jungkook continues, his voice completely confident and firm, yet also soft and loving, and he reaches out to grasp your hands tightly, almost desperately, in his own warm hands. "I want to learn these things with you, Y/N. I want everything with you. The good and the bad, and everything in between."

You feel your eyes water at your husband's sincere words, his effect on you still the same even after years of marriage and dating, and you bring him forward to kiss him, even though it's more of a desperate clash of tongue and teeth than anything else.

You pull back after a few seconds to stare at Jungkook, stare at the man you love so dearly, the man you cherish in a place so deep in your heart that no one could ever replace. The human bunny you fell in love with all these years ago, with his soft black hair, his cute button nose you love to kiss, his plush pink lips that curve into that gorgeous smile of his, the shiny eyes that crinkle whenever he laughs at something silly you say.

"I Iove you too, Jungkookie.", you whisper in the soft atmosphere between you, pushing away the dark strands of hair from his forehead so you can drown even more in the eyes that hold all the secrets to the universe. "I'm sorry for all the stupid things I said."

"There's nothing stupid about being scared, love.", Jungkook mumbles, his own hands running down your long hair before pushing a loose strand behind your ear. "I'm scared too, but it's okay, because I have you. Don't be afraid to lean on me."

"I won't", you promise, letting Jungkook sweep you down into another lingering kiss, the taste of his lips so familiar to you, yet just as sweet as always. 

You can't help but giggle when Jungkook's lips leave your own, instead sliding down your throat, leaving little butterfly kisses on the way down, and stopping at your stomach, just where the baby is, and leaving another gentle kiss there. "I love you too, my little baby".

"Hey", you whine playfully, staring down at Jungkook with a fake glare, "I'm your baby", you complain, crossing your arms in front of your chest dramatically. 

Jungkook laughs, bunny grin back on display, and you feel your heart explode from the tremendous amount of love you feel, hugging the older man's broad chest to you when he says: "You're my big baby, and they're my little one. I love you both, my babies."

ATEEZ when you have a nightmare:

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa furrows his eyebrows when you shift in his arms again, burying your face in his neck and letting out a shaky exhale, your small arms tightening around his torso slightly. You've been rolling from side to side for the past half hour, and your observant boyfriend couldn't help but open his eyes when you let out a quiet whimper, his soft brown eyes scanning you with worry despite the sleepiness swirling in his irises. "Baby?", he shakes your shoulder gently, his voice soft and soothing as he watches the small pout decorating your pink lips, your eyes screwed shut tightly. "Seonghwa", you whisper, still asleep, and said man becomes more alert, eyes widening at the sound of your soft plea, pulling you even closer by your waist and holding you close, petting your dark hair as you cling to him, burying your fingernails in his shoulders, but he doesn't seem to mind, singing lullabies into your ear and rubbing your back until your nightmare passes and your breathing steadies. 

"This is how I feel about you twilight~"

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong wakes up to the sound of your soft crying, every trace of sleep disappearing from his eyes when he sees you laying on your back, warm tears sliding down the soft skin of your cheeks, your eyes shut and pitiful sobs escaping your full lips. He sits up immediately, his large hands reaching for your face, wiping the salty tears from your face with his calloused thumbs, before brushing your bangs away from your forehead. "Wake up, sweetheart. You're having a bad dream." Hongjoong keeps calling you, leaving sweet kisses on your forehead and eyelids until you open your eyes slowly, your boyfriend's heart breaking slightly at the sight of your glassy gaze, your eyelashes clumped and wet. You don't say anything, instead leaping at Hongjoong and wrapping your arms around his waist, and he sighs in relief, not bothering to ask you about the contents of your dream, afraid it'll only make you feel worse, instead talking to you mindlessly, telling you stories and tales until you fall asleep in his warm embrace.

"I'm right here, baby. I got you."

Yunho:

Yunho groans when he feels something pushing him, trying his best to fall back to sleep and ignore the consistent pushing at his shoulder. "Yunho", the soft whisper makes your boyfriend furrow his eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what you're doing awake at this hour, and another push at his broad chest makes Yunho blink blearily, his eyes slowly coming to focus on your face. It takes a few seconds for your lover to fully recognize you, but after he sees your wide, panic-filled eyes, your wobbly bottom lip and the tears staining your cheeks, he seems to sober up in seconds, sitting up quickly and cupping your face in his warm hands."Y/N , what happened?", he asks gently, looking at you with a worried expression, and you look down, feeling embarrassed at your childish behaviour. "I had a nightmare", you answer, playing with your fingers nervously, still not able to fully stop the frantic racing of your heart, and Yunho raises your chin gently, forcing you to look him in the eye, his face filled with guilt. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry I didn't wake up sooner", he apologizes, anger and frustration at himself tinging his voice, and he hugs you to him, whispering more apologizes and stroking your hair until you fall back asleep.

"I should've been there for you, but you're safe now, don't worry."

Yeosang:

Yeosang's eyes snap open at the sound of a distressed scream beside him, and he sits up quickly, turning to look at your hunched up figure, your knees pulled close to your chest and your eyes wide and teary, glistening in the dim light coming from the hallway. Putting two and two together, your boyfriend understands you had another nightmare, and pulls you closer to him, placing your shaking figure on his lap. "Hey, Y/N. Look at me.", he commands with a silky voice, raising your chin up to meet his soft brown eyes. His heart breaks a little when he sees your pained expression, but he stays calm, hugging you close to him and reminding you that you were fine, that nightmares aren't reality and it's just your mind playing tricks on you. He listens to your fast breathing steady slowly as he continues talking, a small smile spreading on his face when you let out a little snore, and he places you back on the bed, watching you for a few more minutes to make sure you won't wake up again, before lying next to you and closing his eyes as well, his hand wrapped around your slim waist protectively.

"Dreams aren't real, baby. But I am, and I'll protect you from anything."

San:

San twitches slightly when he feels the mattress shift underneath him, his hand unconsciously searching for the usual warmth beside him, only to be met with an empty pillow and a rumpled blanket. Opening his eyes, your boyfriend lifts his head tiredly, immediately noticing your petite figure sitting on the edge of the bed, your legs crossed and head buried beneath your hands as you let out shaky breaths, your hair streaming down your back in messy waves, hiding your profile. "Hey, hey", San whispers, now wide-awake, and you jerk your head to look at him, your haunted expression making your boyfriend's eyes soften significantly as he crawls to you quickly, his hands reaching out to you. "Another bad dream?", he asks in his soothing voice, pulling you into a hug and petting your hair gently as you nod into his chest, letting your boyfriend's loving behaviour calm you down slowly. San already knows exactly what to do in these situations, getting up to give you a cup of water he always made sure was available on the drawer beside your bed, acting funny to make you smile so the dreams don't invade your mind, and in the end, after you finish the glass of water while San continues to pet your hair with supportive comments, he pulls you down into your regular cuddling position, with him spooning you from behind, pressing kisses to your shoulders and neck until your eyes close and you enter dreamland, the memory of San's soft smile and sparkly eyes etched in your mind.

"I'll beat all the monsters, princess, don't worry. They don't know I have a black belt in taekwondo."

Mingi:

Mingi enters his room slowly, taking off the sweaty t-shirt clinging to his skin tightly and running a hand through his damp hair as an exhausted sigh leaves his mouth. He'd been practicing Ateez's newest choreography all night, and the only thing he wants to do right now is dive into his comfortable mattress, pull you into his arms and sleep till the morning. After taking the quickest shower in his life, your boyfriend finally walks towards your king-sized bed, excitement thrumming through his veins as he watches your curled up figure, your small hands hugging one of the white pillows to your chest, like you always do when you miss him. But the sound of a broken sob stops him in place, his expression confused as he stares at you writhing on the bed, as if fighting off some invisible monster. Panic fills Mingo's chest as your cries become louder, and he speed-walks towards you, sitting by your side and rubbing your arms helplessly, trying to get you to calm down. "Y/N?", he calls your name as he continues to shake you gently, wiping the tears streaming down your face. "Y/N…" A surprised yelp leaves your lover's mouth when you spring to an upright position, your own scared scream leaving your mouth. Mingi freezes for a moment, letting his racing heart calm down as you slowly come back to reality, turning to look at your shook boyfriend. Not knowing what else to do, Mingi pulls you into a gentle hug, your head placed right over his heart, still beating quickly so you can hear the sound in your ear. "Sorry", you whisper after you calm down slightly, placing a soft kiss on Mingo's right shoulder, and he hums, tightening your hug and pulling the two of you down, and you fall asleep like that, limbs tangled and hands intertwined.

"Y/N, please wake up, you're having a bad dream."

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung yawns, rolling to his side and burying his face in his soft, white pillow as he tries to block out the noises coming from beside him. 'Wait. Noises?', the thought that it's the middle of the night surfaces your boyfriend's bleary mind, and his eyes flutter open, turning his head slightly to look at your sleeping face. But it's not your usually peaceful face, instead, your eyes are shut tightly, creases covering your forehead and your eyebrows furrowed. Wooyoung stares at you for a few more seconds, wondering if he imagined the noises, before another gasp escapes your mouth, and Wooyoung gets up completely, not hesitating to shake you awake. "Y/N, angel, wake up.", he says firmly, watching with worried eyes as you cling to his embracing arms, fighting off your night terrors. Wooyoung keeps holding you, whispering into your ear that everything is going to be okay until your eyes open, revealing dilated pupils and tear-flooded eyes. Wooyoung sighs in relief, pulling you even closer and letting you sob into his chest until you calm down, raising your head to look at him. "Do you want to talk about it?", he asks, rubbing your nape soothingly, his warm eyes making your body go slack in his hold. You probably seem terrified, the idea of replaying the horrible nightmare making your eyes widen slightly, because Wooyoung kisses you lovingly, pressing his lips to yours until you close your eyes, melting once again in his hold. "Babe, you don't have to tell me, but the best way to deal with problems is sharing them with someone else", he mumbles, stroking your long hair away from your forehead. Maybe it's the care in Wooyoung's eyes, or the fact that you were so desperate to get rid of the stupid thoughts in your head, but you let out a shaky breath and tell your boyfriend everything, stopping every few minutes when your throat clogs up, Wooyoung squeezing your hand gently to bring your back to reality. When you finally finish talking, it's like a heavy weight falls from your shoulders, and something like peace fills you, another yawn escaping your full lips. "Go to sleep, baby", Wooyoung mumbles against your temple, and your eyes close before you can even respond, falling into a dreamless sleep.

"The nightmares will only haunt you if you let them, love."

Jongho:

Jongho's eyes open slowly when he feels a sweaty hand pull at his t-shirt, fisting the thin material tightly. The room is completely dark, so Jongho spends a few seconds staring at the ceiling and letting his eyes get used to the lack of light, before turning to look at you, taking in the sight of your damp skin and fluttering eyelids, like you were trying to wake up. Your boyfriend immediately understands what's happening, having dealt with your nightmares many times before, and gets up from the bed to take off all the blankets covering your petite body and making you sweat even more, tying your messy hair back, making sure not to jostle you too much as he does. When he's done, he goes back to bed to sit next to you, rubbing your back and sides while he sings to you softly, knowing his voice soothes you more than anything else, and watches with a soft smile and loving eyes as you slowly calm down, your quick breathing slowing down and your grip on the white mattress loosening as time passes by. When he's sure you fell back asleep, your boyfriend lets the tiredness consume him once again, lying back on the mattress with a stifled yawn, and pulls you closer to lie on his strong chest, your hands wrapping around his torso on instinct. He smiles sleepily at your clinginess and presses one last kiss to your hair before finally closing his eyes and letting himself fall into a deep sleep. 

"I'll protect you, Y/N. You have nothing to be afraid of."

BTS when you act cute:

Kim Seokjin:

Although you and Jin might seem like a very elegant, collected couple on the outside, the people who knew you understood that you were nothing short of two crackheads just waiting for the right time to go crazy.

You cackle loudly, clutching your stomach when Seokjin nearly slips on the wet floor, his silver silk slippers making skidding sounds on the light marble tiles.

Your boyfriend shrieks, grabbing the counter of the kitchen to steady himself as you continue to laugh, tears springing in your eyes at the chaotic situation you were in.

Jin was wearing a gray robe, now covered with wet patches, with the initials of his name, KS, stitched into the front of the robe in white. His black hair was wet from the random water-fight the two of you had started while washing the dishes, the jet black strands sticking to his forehead like a curtain, and drops of water were clinging to him, glistening like crystals against the fair skin.

You were wet as well, covered with bubbles from the soap the two of you were using, and your dark hair was pulled into a messy bun. Your wine colored satin shorts and sleeveless top were damp as well, PJ's Jin had gifted to you, but you couldn't care less right now.

Wheezing, you topple over to your boyfriend, gathering some more bubbles from the overflowing sink, the dishes completely invisible by now, covered with a mass of sparkly fuzz, and cover Jin's chin, making it look like he grew a curly beard.

The sight only makes you laugh even harder, especially seeing your boyfriend's unimpressed look, and you throw your head back, giggling to yourself.

Jin lets you add some more bubbles to his nose, a small smile growing on his face when you laugh every few seconds, clearly amused by your childish behaviour.

"Aish, you're such a baby", he mumbles, but his eyes are fond when he wipes the soap off his face, "Look what a mess you made", he scolds, gesturing to the water on the floor, the unwashed dishes, and the soap covering every surface close by.

"I'm sorry", you pout, but your eyes are glistening with mischief, enjoying the game you made out of the annoying chore, even if it's going to be a bitch to clean.

Jin rolls his eyes, not buying your fake antics at all, but he can't stop himself from smiling, reaching out to boop your soap covered nose. "You're lucky you're cute, Kim Y/N".

Min Yoongi:

Min Yoongi was a savage person, and unfortunately, dating him didn't give you an exception.

You were currently at the practice room, where your boyfriend was practicing the choreo for BTS' newest song. It always amazes you how they manage to top themselves every comeback, the dances only getting more and more difficult.

You lean against the white wall of the room, watching as Suga stood in front of the mirror covering the wall, his expression serious as he tried to fix his mistakes.

He looks annoyingly cute, like he always does, with his striped black and white t-shirt and his simple black slacks, his black sneakers making squeaking sounds against the polished floor as he repeats the moves over and over again.

His black hair, falling loosely over his forehead, moves to the beat of the song, his dark eyes focused like a predator on his prey, piercing his reflection on the wide mirror.

"Can I join you?", you ask timidly when Yoongi stops to take a gulp of water, wiping the sweat dripping down his chin with the back of his hand as he downs the water down, still trying to regain his breath.

Your boyfriend raises a dark eyebrow, a small smile forming on his face when you get up, pulling slightly on your ripped jeans. "Are you sure?", he asks, a teasing tilt to his voice when you walk towards him.

"Why not?", you ask, crossing your arms in front of your chest, a habit whenever you get defensive, and you can't help but pout when your boyfriend's smile grows even more, almost sinister looking.

"I just don't want to have to carry you to the apartment after you sprain your leg or something", your boyfriend says nonchalantly, watching with amusement when your mouth drops at his blatant response.

"Yah!", you say angrily, walking away from Suga when he starts laughing evily, his gummy smile on full power and his eyes squinted while you huff, not enjoying the roasts being directed towards you.

"I'm just kidding, baby", Yoongi says, walking towards you and placing a warm kiss on your head as an apology, his eyes still glittering with humor. "I can't help it, you're so cute when you're mad".

Jung Hoseok:

You don't really know how Hoseok managed to convince you to sleep over yet again, but apparently no matter how much time you've been together, your boyfriend's cursed puppy eyes and whining still works like a charm.

"Hobi, I need clothes", you shout to your lover from your spot on the comfortable couch, too tired to get up and fetch it yourself from J-hope's closet.

"'Kay, I'm bringing you", your boyfriend shouts back, while you start taking off your current clothes, peeling the tight faded jeans off your body and tight black tank top, throwing both of them to the side.

You shiver slightly when the cold air hits your bare skin, cuddling yourself and wrapping the thick fur blanket a bit closer to your body as you wait for your boyfriend to come back.

"Here you go-", your boyfriend says cheerfully, entering the living room before stopping mid-sentence, his eyes widening before a smile forms on his lips at the sight of your clothless body.

He looks ready to sleep, his black hair tied in a small ponytail, wearing blue flannel pyjamas and soft cotton slippers. His face is covered with a thin white layer of face cream, and he's holding a small bundle in his arms.

"Huh, you're really tired, aren't you?", He says with a giggle, looking amused when you yawn, your eyes watering from the force of it, too tired to even respond.

Your boyfriend keeps giggling, walking over to you with a smile, the chosen clothes in his hands, and taking the blanket off of you gently, his smile growing at the sound of your whines of protest.

"Let me help you, baby", J-hope says softly, helping you stand up from the couch and then pulling the dark blue hoodie over your head carefully, taking your hair out from where it's stuck inside the shirt.

The hoodie is huge on you, obviously, going past your mid-thigh, and it makes J-hope laugh even more, throwing the gray sweatpants in his hands to the side. "I guess we won't be needing this anymore", he says jokingly, leaning forward to peck your lips.

"You're so cute, Y/N, and so small", Hoseok says when he leans back, his eyes sparkling with love, and he leans forward to pick you in his arms easily, starting to walk towards the bedroom slowly, pressing another kiss to your forehead as your eyes begin to close. "Let's get you to sleep, baby."

Kim Namjoon:

You groan when you miss the peanut butter again, jumping helplessly in the air as you glare at the small plastic jar of the brown spreading, which seems to be laughing silently at your failures.

You were hungry and in desperate need of a late night snack, and it shouldn't be so hard to put some freaking peanut butter on a piece of bread, yet here you are.

Any other time, you would call Namjoon, your boyfriend, to help you, but he was working right now in his mini studio in your shared apartment, finishing some last minute writing, and you didn't want to disturb him because of peanut butter.

Although, you have to admit that this was technically your boyfriend's fault, who was always forgetting how much taller he is than you. You were positive he was the one who placed the peanut butter on the top shelf, since it was not you for sure.

Just as you are about to take one of the leather chairs in the kitchen, you hear an amused voice behind you. "Need some help?"

You turn around, meeting RM's twinkling brown eyes. His brown hair is messy, like it always is after hours of work, falling over his forehead cutely. He's wearing a simple purple shirt and matching checkered purple-black pants, and he's barefoot, explaining why you didn't hear him at all.

You sigh, wondering once again why the hell were you born to the two shortest parents around, before nodding dejectedly, "Yes, please".

Your boyfriend laughs, walking towards where you were standing and plucking the spread off the shelf easily, handing it over to you with a fond smile.

"Thank you", you mumble, still a bit pissed at your height, and Namjoon continues to smile sweetly, leaning against the counter with a hum. "Of course".

"What?", you ask after a few moments, Namjoon's gaze burning holes in the side of your face as you make yourself a sandwich, covering the peanut butter covered bread with another piece before turning to face your lover.

"Nothing", Namjoon shrugs, reaching forward to open the refrigerator and take out a bottle of water. "I just came to drink. And also I was thinking about how I should put things high up more often".

You stare at your boyfriend in confusion, your eyebrows knitted as you watch him drink his water, the muscles of his arms flexing when he raises the cup to his mouth. "Why the hell would you do that?"

Your boyfriend chuckles and steps forward, winding his arms around your waist and leaning down to leave a wet, cold, peck on your mouth. "Because you're cute".

Park Jimin:

You were in Jimin's arms, cuddling close to him under the covers of your twin bed, your legs tangled with his and your foreheads pressed together.

You liked being like this, liked the warmth radiating from your boyfriend's body in waves as you hugged, breathing in the smell of pine wood and flowers coming from him.

Jimin's hair brushes yours, the blonde locks mixing beautifully with your dark ones, and you open your eyes to look at him, his own eyes closed gently, the lines of his face relaxed, a slight pout on his pink plump lips.

"Jimin", you mumble, craving the others touch, and you gasp slightly when your lover opens his soft brown eyes, smiling at you gently. "Yes, baby?"

You hesitate for a second, feeling embarrassed for being so desperate to touch the other, to feel his lips on yours, and you look down, your eyes flitting to Jimin's black t-shirt.

"Y/N?", Jimin's fingers wrap around your chin, lifting your head up to look into his soft, slightly worried eyes. "What is it?", He asks, his voice careful as he scans you for any discomfort.

"Can you kiss me?", You blurt out, feeling a blush cover your cheeks, coloring them bright red, and you avoid Jimin's eyes again, only to have the older tug you even closer to him, so you won't be able to avoid him, a wide smile on his face.

"Y/N, you are my girlfriend, you shouldn't be embarrassed to ask me to kiss you", Jimin says, a smile still smeared all over his face, his eyes turning into crescents when you whine, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

Jimin grabs you, easily pulling you out of your hiding spot before attaching his lips to yours quickly, a sigh escaping the two of you when your lips finally meet, warm and loving.

Jimin's hand goes to run through your hair, tugging it to pull you even closer, his other hand sliding up your thin white shirt to touch your burning skin as you continue to kiss, Jimin pulling away to whisper against your already swollen lips, "You're adorable, princess."

Kim Taehyung:

You're playing with Yeontan, rolling on the fuzzy cream colored carpet on the floor while the small dog prances on you, licking you enthusiastically as you giggle, laughter being ripped out of your mouth.

You just got back home from your work at one of the business companies in Seoul, and your boyfriend's dog missed you much more than you thought.

You are still in your work clothes, a white lace top tucked into beige dress pants, matched with nude heels, lying on the floor as the crazy pomeranian attacks you with kisses.

You stop laughing when you hear the shutter of the camera, and you turn your head to see your boyfriend, Taehyung, standing at the entrance to the living room, a small smile on his face.

He's wearing a dark green sweatshirt, his long legs tucked into his brown slacks and his black hair falling over his forehead, looking extremely soft under the soft light of the chandelier hanging above you. He's holding his camera, looking at the picture he just took, before raising his head to look at you.

"Hey, babe", you get up from the ground, momentarily leaving the excited dog to greet your boyfriend, pressing your lips to his when you reach him, your arms wrapping around his strong torso.

Tae hums against your lips, one of his hands grabbing your waist on its own accord as he hugs you to him, letting you sneak a glance to the camera in his other hand.

"It's a cute picture", you admit, admiring the large smile your boyfriend had caught you in, the way you can practically see the excitement in Yeontan's body, who was caught mid-jump, even the sunlight streaming through the window, catching on the dog's golden fur and your dark hair.

Taehyung smiles, enamored by the picture himself, and leans forward to kiss your hair sweetly. "It includes the two cutest people, so what did you expect?"

Jeon Jungkook:

Your eyes are squinted, breathing ragged as you move the controller in your hand, dodging another zombie who was about to eat your liver.

Jungkook's video games were hard, and beating his high score was nearly impossible, but you had to do it. For the sake of your dignity.

"Baby, do you want water? You look like you need it.", Jungkook's soft, amused voice next to you. You can feel him looking at the side of your face, but you don't give in to the temptation to look back, keeping your gaze locked on the flat screen in front of you.

You ignore your boyfriend, shooting another zombie square in the gut before continuing to run towards the destination, only for a zombie to jump at you from the bushes, killing you and startling you enough to make you let out a shriek, the small black controller falling from your hand to the soft leather sofa.

You huff in defeat, cursing under your breath when the best score remains Jungkook's, your current score only a few points under him, and pick up the remote again.

"You're really cute when you're competitive, did you know?", You finally turn to look at Jungkook, who's eyes are soft like melted chocolate when he looks at you, despite the teasing tone he's speaking with.

Jungkook is dressed for light night gaming, just like you, the two of you sporting oversized black t-shirts and matching sweatpants, yours gray while Jungkook's is black. Your boyfriend's dark brown hair is pulled into a tight man bun, courtesy of you, and he's got his own remote in his hand, although he isn't using it.

"You mean I'm cute when I'm losing", you say with annoyance, glaring at your boyfriend before turning back to the TV, pulling your hair into a ponytail to avoid any disturbances while you try to ignore Jungkook's growing bunny smile next to you.

"See? Adorable", Jungkook says matter of factly, leaning forward to kiss your cheek tenderly while you blush, hoping your boyfriend can't see it in the dim light of the TV. "Whatever."

BTS when they say ‘I Love You’:

Kim Seokjin:

Since you started dating, your boyfriend had probably spent countless hours of your time together making you food.

Seokjin was always in the kitchen, making you your favorite dishes when you were in your period, comfort food when you were sad, and just food in general.

You had no complaints, obviously, but you still wished you could someday cook Jin something he deserved, and not a burnt egg or something like that.

And now was the perfect time. Because it was your half-year anniversary today, and also your first date with Jin after weeks of him promoting BTS' new hit single: Dynamite.

You were feeling determined today, the need to satisfy you and your boyfriend's appetite, hopefully without burning down the kitchen and adding another funny memory to Jin's growing list.

You tie your hair into a ponytail, making sure none of the long strands somehow manage to escape into the food, and wash your hands for the hundredth time, staring at the lit up screen of your phone with concentration.

The recipe was pretty simple, you suppose. It had a lot of ingredients for sure, which caused you a small heart-attack when you first read it, but there weren't too many instructions.

You've watched Jin make Naengmyeon countless times, considering it was one of his favorite foods, and you've even helped him a few times (usually it was just Jin sending you to bring things from the refrigerator to make you feel hopeful).

'Just do as the recipe says', you think to yourself, before starting the TV and switching the channel to one of the many music channels available.

Jin was supposed to be home around nine, which meant you had plenty of time to get the food ready, clean the house and set up the romantic setting for your date.

You dance around the kitchen as you prepare the dish, bobbing your head to some unknown ballad playing on the TV, and follow the steps written on your phone.

After two hours of running around the kitchen, you collapse against the marble of your kitchen counter, letting your head fall and rest against the cold surface.

The kitchen looks like hell, the counter entirely covered with scraps of vegetables and powder from the various spices you used. The floor is covered with sparkling grains of sugar, a result of you running frantically to the other side of the kitchen with an open sack of sugar in your hands.

You look pretty bad as well, your simple gray cotton shorts covered with soy sauce, the top of your black t-shirt littered with grains of salt. Your hair was barely restrained, long strands framing the side of your face, sticking to your skin thanks to the heat in the kitchen.

But none of that matters, not when there is a small pot filled to the brim with Mul Naengmyeon, the perfect amount for two people, almost identical to Jin's, but still somehow your own.

* It's after another four hours of cleaning the house, organizing it, and getting ready yourself, that everything is finally ready.

You tug nervously at the hem of your sleeveless peach midi dress, still not used to wearing clothes this tight, but Jimin had assured you Jin will love this dress and the nude lace up heels you matched it with.

Your apartment is also unbelievably organized, the air around you smelling like roses and homemade food, the floor and the kitchen spotless, even the pillows on the couch set in place carefully.

It was currently 8:45, so Jin was supposed to be here any minute now. The thought was so distracting you couldn't even get yourself to pick up your phone, staring at the oak door of your apartment instead.

Despite anticipating his arrival, you can't help but jump slightly when the knock on the door finally comes, clearing your throat as you get up from the couch.

"Who is it?", you ask as you approach the door, a smile making its way to your face when you open it, to be met with the smiling face of your boyfriend.

Jin looks handsome, wearing a crisp white shirt tucked into black dress pants, matched with bluish-black blazer. His hair, almost long enough to reach his shoulders, is pushed away from his forehead, showing off his sharp eyebrows and endless dark eyes.

"You look handsome", you say honestly, blushing slightly and averting your eyes from Jin's striking black ones, who smirks slightly at your embarrassment.

"I know", he responds, just as honestly as you, and you snort, shaking your head when your boyfriend leans in and pecks your lips sweetly, his warm hand cupping your cheek before pulling back.

"You look amazing, too, though.", Jin says with a grin, pushing your hair behind your ear, "That dress is gorgeous. And your face is not bad, either.", he adds, a teasing tone in his voice.

"Why, thank you, my dear boyfriend", you say sarcastically, leading Jin into the house, your hands intertwined, fingers laced together.

Before your boyfriend can answer, probably another funny comment that'll lead to more bickering, you hear his breath get caught in his throat.

"Wow", pride fills you when you hear Jin's admiring voice, and you shoot him a glance, smiling when you see his wide eyes and open mouth.

You had set up the table perfectly, with a clean white tablecloth, shiny silverware, wine glasses and silk napkins included, and a bottle of your best wine.

"Wait for it", you say to your boyfriend mischievously, seating him down in one of the leather chairs standing by the table, before rushing to the kitchen, your heels making tapping sounds against the parquet floor.

You bring the pot of cold noodles back with you, enjoying Jin's face of shock at the sight of his all time favorite meal.

"I made it myself", you say, not even trying to hide the pride lacing your voice, and Jin stares at you with disbelief, shaking his head.

"This is… This is so…", you giggle when Jin stumbles over his words, a bit taken a back yourself by how much your boyfriend liked the surprise.

But you didn't expect Seokjin to stand up from his chair, winding his arms around and causing you to let out a shriek of surprise as he hugs you to him, pressing kisses all over your face, your eyes, lips, cheeks, forehead, just anywhere he can reach.

"I love you", he whispers when he finally pulls back, his hands still resting on your waist, thumbs stroking your hipbones and his forehead pressed against yours.

You feel your heart burst, and you smile so hard you're pretty sure you might rip your face, before you surge forward, kissing Seokjin again, so deep it makes both of you dizzy, gasping for air when you finally pull away.

"I love you, too", you smile, your nose brushing Jin's ever so gently when he chuckles, the vibration echoing against your conjoined chests.

"This will be really awkward if the food isn't tasty, though.", You say suddenly, and Jin laughs even harder, hugging you tighter to his chest.

Min Yoongi:

Dealing with depression was something you suffered from your whole life, since sixth grade. Insecurities that eventually formed into anxiety and led to sleepless nights and pillows wet from your tears.

Since you started dating Yoongi seven months ago, your mental state improved drastically. As someone who suffered from depression himself, Suga seemed to understand you without a hint of judgement, and his soft words helped you greatly when it came to your self-esteem.

Still, there were episodes. Times when the darkness came crawling back to you, swallowing you whole and blocking every piece of light trying to penetrate it. Even your favorite gummy smile and shiny eyes.

You tuck the blanket around you even tighter, bending your legs so you're curled up, hearing the beating of your own heart against your ears.

The humming of the air conditioner in the room is a constant sound in your ear by now, and you wonder how much time you've been hiding in the safe confines of your queen sized bed.

It feels like years, but maybe it's just because you miss your boyfriend so much. You haven't told Yoongi anything about your current 'episode', so he probably assumes you're working like any other day.

A knock on the door jerks you awake from your dreamlike state, and you stare at the exit to your room, the open hallway taunting you silently.

You stare at the door, shocked and slightly fearful. Nobody was supposed to come to your apartment, at least no one that you know of.

Sitting up in your bed, you throw the blanket off your body, hesitation filling you. The room reeks of misery, the blinds on the windows drawn down so no light streams through the glass, the only light coming from the flat TV leaning against the wall, airing some action movie you didn't recognize.

You frown when the knocking against your door continues without a break. Whoever this is, he definitely wasn't giving up, and it was pissing you off.

After a few more seconds, you give in, mumbling profanities under your breath, and get up from your bed, your sock-clad feet silent against the parqeut floor of your apartment.

You pad out of the room, entering the hallway slowly, and feel your heart clench painfully in your chest at the sight of your reflection in the mirrors hanging on the wall.

You look horrible, considering you haven't left your bedroom for two days, not even to eat or take a shower. Your hair is messy, dark curls framing your face in random directions. Your eyes are outlined with dark circles, so deep they look imprinted in your face, and they're bloodshot and red from hours of crying.

You look thin, thinner than usual, your cheeks almost disappearing and the bones in your face popping out. The black trainers and the loose white tank top you're wearing hang on your body loosely, and the smell clinging to you isn't great, either.

You walk to the door slowly, where the knocking still hasn't stopped, and curse yourself once again for not having an eyehole installed in the door, something incredibly useful in moments like this.

"Who is it?", You ask, wincing at the sound of your own voice. Your throat is sore after not using it for so long, and there is sorrow outlining every word coming out of your mouth, like each word is weighing you down.

"It's me, Y/N. Open the door.", The voice on the other side is one you immediately know, a voice that only brings back good memories, of gentle laughter and soft music and kisses that melt away your pain like hot water, but you still step away from the door, feeling panic spread through your chest. He can't see you like this. No way.

"Go away, Yoongi. Please.", you whisper, hugging yourself until you can feel your rapid breathing, like a balloon about to pop.

"I just came to give you something.", Suga says, voice calm and steady, but you can hear the familiar tone, the one that told you that there is no way he'll leave before he sees you. "Come on. I'll leave right after if you want."

You breath slowly, feeling tears rise in your eyes. You knew you can't get rid of Yoongi, and that was a quality you always loved and appreciated, his power of will, but now it seemed to be coming back to bite you in the ass.

After another moment of silence, you unlock the door slowly, hearing the click of the lock opening before twisting the doorknob carefully, and opening the door slightly.

Yoongi looks like home, even when you're in your apartment. His soft black hair you love to run your finger through, his dark eyes you could spend hours looking at, the fair skin that seemed to glow even during the darkest nights, the smile you knew was saved for you, even if it was currently filled with worry.

He's wearing simple blue basketball shorts, and a loose black tee, the huge ones he has millions of in his closet, and his white sneakers are tapping against each other nervously as he sees you.

"Hey", he whispers softly, careful not to scare you. "Can I come in?", His eyes are studying you, watching your every move when you nod silently after thinking for a while, opening the door slowly.

Yoongi makes his way into your apartment, and after you close the door behind him he reaches forward to hand you something you didn't notice he was holding.

It was one of your sweaters, a huge purple one with the words 'angel' on it in big white block letters, the kind of sweater you continually forget at Suga's apartment when you come over.

"I came to your work to give it you, but apparently you didn't come for the last two days.", your boyfriend explains himself quickly as you take the sweater from his hands, and you feel warmth fill you up when he you notice his voice isn't filled with the slightest bit of anger that you didn't bother to tell him you weren't going to work this week, like any good girlfriend would do.

"Thank you" , you whisper, biting your lip when a silence fills the air around the two of you, and you wonder how could you be such a horrible person, a selfish girlfriend, who hides from her own boyfriend and forces him sick with worry.

You don't deserve Yoongi, he's so understanding and kind-hearted despite your disgusting attitude. But he'll probably break up with you soon, honestly, how much can a person suffer from this sort of relationship? He's probably looking for the right time to tell you-

"Hey.", There are warm hands cupping your face, and then a face in front of yours, bending slightly to look straight into your eyes. "I can hear you thinking, and I know you're blaming yourself again."

You shake your head, refusing to meet your boyfriend's eyes, and feel your own fill up with tears. This might be the last time he'll hold you like this…

"Y/N, please look at me.", Yoongi's voice again, his thumbs brushing away the hot tears streaming down your cheeks, his voice soft yet persistent.

You meet his eyes, his dark brown orbs locking you in place, his face faded away because of the tears blocking your eyesight.

"Stop. Please stop. I won't ever leave you.", his voice is sincere, his expression pained, and he seems to hesitate for a second before he looks at you once again with determination. "I love you."

Your heart stops, you believe, and you can't even find it in yourself to push him away, too dazed to even react to what your boyfriend just said.

He seems to notice as well, because he smiles, almost with amusement, before pulling you into his arms and pressing a warm kiss to your temple, so soft it hurts. "I love you", he whispers once again, lips brushing against your ear, and you can't help but tighten your arms around him as you finally let your body relax, melting into his arms like ice-cream in the sun.

You're too emotional, too fragile, to respond just yet, but when your tears start falling down again, wetting the junction between Yoongi's shoulder and neck, it's for an entirely different reason. And judging by the way Yoongi hugs you just a bit stronger, arms secure and safe around your waist, you think he knows.

Jung Hoseok:

Waiting at your empty apartment gave you too much room to think. Too much space to let your feelings control you, to let your thoughts wander.

Hoseok was coming back to Seoul today after being on tour for five months. Getting ripped away from your boyfriend for such a long time, only three months after you started dating, was everything but easy.

The fear your idol boyfriend will find someone else, someone better, on his trip around the world, was constant, along with the worry for his health and well-being.

But now he was coming back home, to you, after months of face-timing each other and sending longing texts, and you couldn't be happier.

You stare at your phone screen, trying to distract yourself until you'll hear the anticipated knock on the door, but it's useless.

Looking around, you bite your lip, wondering if the ramen you bought from your favorite restaurant downtown was a good idea, or if Hobi will be too tired from the flight, and will go to sleep immediately.

Before you can regret anything, a knock on the door makes you jump in place, and you place a hand on your chest, feeling your heart beat too loudly, racing against the palm of your hand.

"Coming!", you practically leap to the door, your slipper-clad feet almost slipping against the marble floor of your apartment, and unlock the door quickly, not even bothering to check who it is.

And there he is, in all his glory. Brown hair, just on the border between super hot and messy. Ripped skinny jeans with a white golf shirt and a knee-long brown coat. Tired eyes covered with gold spectacles, and a huge smile, the kind that no amount of exhaustion can wipe.

"Y/Nieee~~", your boyfriend squeals, practically leaping towards you, leaving his beige bag on the top of the stairs without a second thought as he wraps his arms around you tightly, lifting you up from the ground as if you were a leaf and not a grown woman.

You laugh gleefully, unable to quiet down your own excitement as the sight of your boyfriend's happiness, and wrap your own arms around J-hope's neck, burying your nose in his shoulder and breathing in the smell of his cologne.

The two of you don't seem to care at all that you're standing two metres from your apartment, in the hallway of your building, hugging each other and laughing like maniacs, and that's exactly what you like about being with Hope. You just don't care.

Hoseok lowers you down to the floor slowly, until your feet are standing on the sturdy ground once again, but his arms stay wrapped around you tightly, hugging your waist as if he's afraid to let go. You stay like that, swaying from side to side.

"I missed you so much", you whisper, the sudden emotions making you pull back from your boyfriend and cup his cheeks with your hands, staring into the chocolate brown orbs you love so much.

Your boyfriend smiles and leans forward to close the gap between your lips, the shape of his smile imprinted against your own, and you sigh when you feel his soft lips against your own, something akin to relief flooding through your body.

It's soft, almost careful, when J-hope pulls you impossibly closer, one of his hands sliding up from your waist to cup your jaw, tilting your head to the side to kiss you even better.

When he pulls back, there's this unreadable expression on his face, the kind that tells you he's hiding something, but before you can ask what it is, your lover's already saying: "I love you".

Hoseok looks fearful for a moment, his hand twitching restlessly on your waist as he looks at your speechless face, and he quickly adds: "You don't have to say it back right now though. I just wanted you to know, I couldn't stop thinking about it during the tour-"

You kiss J-hope again, smashing your lips on his, the other letting out a surprised noise in the back of his throat at the sudden action, but he responds nevertheless, kissing back just as eagerly, his lips opening up to yours eagerly.

He still looks a little nervous though, even when you pull away, lips shining red and spit-slick, so you giggle, pressing another kiss to his nose because he's too cute to handle.

"I love you, too, dummy", you say, so happy you feel breathless. "I love you so so much."

You shriek when J-hope's confused expression turns into a grin, and he pulls you forward once again, pressing kisses all over your face until you have tears in your eyes from laughing too hard, almost falling backwards. But Hoseok won't let you fall, you know. You're not scared anymore.

Kim Namjoon:

Walking down the hallway to your boyfriend's studio, you start to wonder if this was a good idea. Namjoon didn't really like people interrupting him when he was working, preferring to work two days in a row, without going back home or even eating properly. It's just the type of guy he is.

'Joon needs this.', you remind yourself, 'Even if he thinks he's fine, he definitely needs a break. You're his girlfriend, it's your job to take care of him'.

That was true. You were Namjoon's girlfriend, even if you've been dating for a mere four months, and you were still in that point in your relationship where you didn't feel entirely comfortable showing up at his work without announcement, let alone an invitation.

But you knew that, with all his intelligence and fame, RM was really just a big clumsy baby, who needed to be fed and pampered, even if he won't ever admit it.

Tightening your hold against the bag in your hands, hugged securely to your chest, you increase your pace to Namjoon's room, your black boots making soft tapping sounds against the carpeted floor of the building.

Rkive, written in big black letters with a cute drawing of a house around it on the simple oak door, announces you that you have reached your destination.

You hesitate only for a second before knocking on the door lightly, your hands immediately falling down to fiddle with the hem of your blue wool sweater nervously as you wait for a response.

There's a short 'coming!', and then the door is opening smoothly, and the surprised face of your boyfriend appears instead.

His soft auburn hair is slightly tussled, brushed away from his eyes with what seemed to be the work of his own hands, probably a result of hours of brainstorming. His brown eyes are wide behind square black spectacles, perched on the edge of his nose, terrifyingly close to falling off. There's a beginning of a mustache starting to form above the full lips you loved to kiss so much, also a result of hours of working non-stop.

Namjoon's outfit is, as always, classy and simple. A plain white shirt, tight enough to showcase his strong pecs and biceps, tucked into brown dress pants, which boasted seemingly endless legs, and topped with fashionable olive green sneakers.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?", Namjoon looks shocked, but thankfully not angry or upset, and moves aside to let you in after a quick peck to your cheek, a wide smile on his face, his deep dimple popping out.

You feel a bit shy, despite hoping for this type of reaction, and tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you shift on your feet, looking at the ground sheepishly.

"I bought you something to eat", you explain, sitting on the simple black leather couch the Rkive had to offer, as hand over the bag of food to RM, who opens it with curiosity.

"What-", Namjoon's expression of confusion changes into one of happiness and shock at the sight of the food you gave him, and he takes out the carefully packed boxes of food from the bag, looking at you with admiration.

"How'd you know my favorite foods?", He asks, eyes looking at you so fondly you can't help but look down once again to your lap, fiddling with your fingers.

"I may have asked Taehyung oppa", you admit, feeling a bit creepy for going that far to buy Korean knife noodles and some bulgogi for your boyfriend. "I just haven't seen you for a few days, and I was worried that you aren't eating well, too busy with your music like you always are".

You gasp slightly when you feel gentle fingers grasp your chin, pulling it up so you're eye to eye with Namjoon, who has a soft smile on his lips, so loving it hurts in your chest.

"Thank you.", Namjoon whispers, so close you can count the eyelashes surrounding his dark orbs. "This means so much, Y/N".

And then he's pulling in, his lips warm against yours, like spring after months of winter, and you can't help but close your eyes, basking in the heat that is your boyfriend.

"I love you", Namjoon utters quietly when he pulls back, and off a second it feels like the warmth turned into a bonfire with the other's words, like you're a supernova seconds from blowing up.

You hug the male in front of you tightly, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulder and pulling him closer till you can smell the scent of pine woods and springs of fresh water and lemons.

"I love you, too".

Park Jimin:

You hum to yourself, brushing your teeth as quickly and cleanly as you can manage. Your reflection in the mirror in front of you looks too happy for this hour in the night, but you couldn't help it.

You smile to yourself, watching the girl in the mirror with the blushing cheeks and messy bun do the same. There's toothpaste foam dripping down your chin, a result of you opening your mouth while brushing your teeth, but you couldn't care less.

Rinsing your mouth, you tuck a loose curl behind your hair and tug on your Minnie Mouse pajamas, fixing the shorts on your hips and straightening out the red shirt on your chest.

When you think you look acceptable enough, you unlock the door of the bathroom, trying to control the smile threatening to erupt on your face once again as you exit the small room that leads to your bedroom, where your boyfriend is waiting for you.

It's not the first time Jimin slept over since you started dating five months ago, but it's been a while, since your boyfriend had been really busy with BTS' recent comeback and his schedule was always packed.

"Come on, baby, I'm tired", you barely make it into the room and Jimin's already whining, and you can't help but grin at his babyish behavior, walking to the bed where your lover is already lying down, scrolling on his phone.

He's sprawled all over your king bed, his dirty blonde hair spread around his face like the halo of an angel. The blue and white checkered pajamas he's wearing are adorable, especially teamed up with his droopy eyelids and pouty lips, begging to be kissed.

"Okay, okay", you giggle, practically leaping into the bed and wrapping your arms around Jimin tightly, placing your head on his chest, so you can hear the beating of his heart against your ear.

"There's my cuddly baby", Jimin mumbles, leaning over to kiss your temple, once, twice, three times, and you laugh, wiggling on top of him so you're tangled even more together, your hearts beating together.

Even though Jimin said he wanted to go to sleep, you end up talking for another hour and half, just about everything and nothing, sharing sweet kisses in between, and you think how comfortable it is like this, how much you wish to stay awake, even though your eyes are almost half closed by now.

And in that vulnerability, when everything is just so soft and so comfortable, you find yourself drawing patterns over Jimin's chest, stifling another yawn in the soft cotton of his shirt as you say, "I'm so proud of you, Jiminie. You've been incredible this comeback, and I feel like I didn't tell you enough how amazing you are for your hard work and passion".

The hand stroking your hair gently freezes, and you have to admit that you're also surprised by your mini speech, but you take it in a stride. After all, you were just saying the truth.

After a second of silence, you raise your head up, wanting to check the reason your boyfriend was so quiet, but your breath gets caught in your throat when you find soft, full lips pressing against yours tenderly, your hands tangling in Jimin's silky strands of hair on their own accord.

When your boyfriend pulls away, you can see his eyes are slightly glassy, but he's smiling, that heart-shaped smile you adore so much.

"I love you", he whispers, so softly you think you might have imagined it, but Jimin's eyes hold so much sincerity you know you heard correctly.

You gasp, hands still tangled in Jimin's hair, tugging on it just slightly in hopes of keeping yourself grounded, and stare at Jimin's eyes, unable to move your gaze from what you now know is love.

You don't even hesitate before brushing Jimin's hair away from his eyes and leaning down to peck him on the mouth, loving the sweet taste of his lips. "I love you more".

Kim Taehyung:

It was a rainy day. The kind of day you stay at home, preferably with a cup of hot chocolate and a very furry blanket, curled up on the sofa and watching the sparks in the fireplace.

And that was what you were planning to do. Even better than that, you were planning to do just that with your boyfriend.

Taehyung exited the kitchen, holding in his hands two mugs of what you knew was your favorite hot chocolate, made from real cocoa powder and topped with soft marshmallows and whipped cream.

Taehyung looks beautiful, especially in the soft light of your reading lamp, his oak brown hair falling on his forehead messily, showing off his dark eyebrows and his sharp eyes.

He's wearing one of his hoodies, the kind you'll only find in his closet, maroon red with a painting of one of his favorite artists on the front. His oversized black pants and matching wool slippers match the weather outside, and you can't help but smile when he approaches you slowly, careful not to spill the hot beverages in his hands.

Your boyfriend smiles back at you, placing the hot chocolate on the smooth wooden table in front of you before sitting down next to you, kissing your lips quickly.

You smile against Tae's lips, and then lean forward to snuggle against him, tucking your face in the warm space between his neck and shoulder.

You stay like that, Taehyung's hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer until you're practically in his lap, legs thrown over his and a large wool blanket wrapped around your bodies.

"We should go outside.", Taehyung says after a few minutes of silence, and you raise your head from his chest, where you were reading a novel you borrowed from the library last week.

You shoot your boyfriend an incredulous look, making sure he wasn't joking. You were used to Taehyung making all kinds of weird suggestions since you got together eight months ago, and you adored his special way of thinking, but this still surprised you.

"Tae, it's raining", you say, pointing out the obvious as you gesture towards the window, which was already covered completely with little translucent drops of water.

"So what?", Your boyfriend shrugs carelessly, an excited gleam in his chocolate eyes. "It's not cold even", he says with a pleading tone, a pout growing on his lips.

Unfortunately, you could never say no to your boyfriend's big puppy eyes and pouty lips, especially when he was so close to you, close enough to count all the sparks in his eyes.

"I'm so gonna regret this", you sigh after another second of staring at each other, but you can't help but smile when Tae breaks into a huge boxy grin, practically reaching from ear to ear.

"Come on!", Taehyung grabs your arm, intertwining your fingers tightly as he grabs a nearby jacket, slinging the thick leather over your shoulders before unlocking the door, laughing gleefully at the sound of the rain hitting the walls of your building.

The both of you basically race down the stairs of your building, ignoring the judgmental look of the clerk sitting behind the desk in the lobby, and open the doors, yelling out happily when you feel the water dripping down you steadily as you enter the parking lot of your building.

You shriek when Taehyung starts to run after you, the rain wetting his hair and making it stick to his forehead in dark strands, almost covering his eyes entirely and making him look almost scary when he lunges towards you, feet hitting the asphalt and making drops of water fly around.

You run, your black boots drowning in small puddles of water as you try to escape Taehyung's outstretched arms, but he catches you soon enough, grabbing you from behind and wrapping his arms around you lower stomach tightly, lifting you in the air.

You laugh loudly when he spins you around in the rain, your own hair in wet clumps against your face, but you couldn't care less, hearing Taehyung's own deep laughter by your ear.

When he lowers you down, something softens in the atmosphere around you, and you find yourself in Taehyung's arms once again, your own hands placed on his shoulders as you sway from side to side slowly, dancing to the music of an imaginary song.

Looking in Taehyung's eyes, you think you're the happiest you've ever been, even if you're completely soaked, and even a bit cold. And judging by the look in Tae's eyes, he feels the same.

"Y/N…", Taehyung's expression is hesitant when he pulls you even closer, pushing a strand of wet hair behind your hair.

Noticing the slight fear tinging his voice, you cup your boyfriend's cheek gently, slightly worried by the sudden change of his mood. "What is it?"

"I just…", another pause, and then Taehyung's looking at you once again, face just a bit more determinant than before. A deep breath. And then.

"I love you", he says, still looking into your eyes, turning his mouth to kiss the palm of your hand sweetly, and you feel your heart lurch.

You knew Taehyung was a bit scared of love, you had talked about this before, and you were willing to wait months, even years, until he'll feel comfortable enough to tell you his feelings.

Although you had known you loved him for a while now, you didn't say it, not wanting to make him feel obliged or stressed to reply in the same way. But now, you didn't hesitate for a second. In fact, it felt like a relief.

"I love you, too", you whisper, smiling so wide you think your teeth might break, before pulling Taehyung in for a deep, rain-wet kiss, your arms locking behind his nape, breathing in when Taehyung's hands slip to your thighs, lifting you up once again and twirling the two of you around, laughing when you shriek into his mouth.

"I love you. I love you.", Taehyung mumbles over and over again, pressing the words against your lips until you think they might be imprinted in your skin. And you think that even though rain is pouring on you, you're drenched with love.

Jeon Jungkook:

You smile a bit when Jungkook on the screen ducks his head, a shy smile on his face. His raised cheeks are a rosy red, his cute bunny teeth peeking out of his lips when he waves at the camera lightly, confetti falling around him like colorful snow.

You could hear Jungkook groan from his place in your lap, shaking his head against your gray sweatpants. "This is disgusting", he mumbles, covering his face with his hands while you laugh, ruffling his soft chocolate brown hair teasingly.

"You're adorable, Gguk.", you say honestly, your smile growing when Jungkook glares at you through his fingers, dark eyes squinting slightly. "But you're really bad at keeping a straight face".

You're not surprised in the least when Jungkook straightens up before you even finish the sentence, his competitive face rising once again, raising an eyebrow at you daringly. "You think you can keep a straight face longer than me?"

You snort, staring at your six-month-long boyfriend with a disbelieving face. "You really do make a competition out of everything.", you state dryly, rolling your eyes when the older shrugs, accepting your saying with a stride.

"But yeah, I do think I can stand longer than you, judging solely by this footage", you say, pointing at the TV screen, where BTS has now been switched by some other boy-band.

"Fine. Let's see who can last the longest. But no touching, just words and expressions and whatever.", Jungkook says, sitting in front of you cross-legged on the soft blue couch, wiggling his fingers cutely in his white wool socks.

"Deal. Must be hard for you not to touch me, though", you reply sassily, flinging your hair over your shoulder, a small giggle erupting your mouth at Jungkook's slightly red face.

"You're unbelievable", he mutters, trying to cover up his shyness by rolling his eyes at you. "Let's start", he says quickly.

You wipe the smile from your mouth immediately, staring straight into your lover's eyes. It's hard to do, even though you've been in much more intimate positions before.

To distract yourself from Jungkook's piercing eyes, soft and burning hot at the same time, you look at him, engraving details of him in your mind.

His slightly curly brown hair, the mole on his chin, the closeness of his eyelashes, the smudge of something, maybe flour from the two of you cooking cookies earlier, on his cheek. His soft looking mustard hoodie and his black sweatpants. The little hole in the sock on his left foot.

It seems like forever, with the two of you making faces at each other and throwing private jokes that only the two of you know of. Jungkook is hilarious, you must admit, certainly funnier than you, but you really want to win for once.

After a while, Jungkook looks slightly less confident, probably expecting you to lose a lot sooner, and he's obviously running out of ideas, his dark eyebrows furrowed over his eyes as he thinks of more ways to take you by surprise.

There's a small smirk on his face, one that tells you he has an idea, and it's most likely bad news, and then he's saying: "I love you".

You don't even try to keep a straight face, your mouth falling open on it's own accord, and Jungkook's cheering loudly like the little shit he is, a proud smile in his face while you continue to gape at him, still frozen in your spot.

"I told you I can-", Jungkook's words get stuck when you jump on him, pushing him down to lie on the sofa as you lie on top of him, your palms resting against his cheeks.

"Did you mean it?", You whisper, not even caring how crazy you sound as you stare into Kook's wide eyes, and you're sure he can feel your heartbeat through his shirt, loud and fast like lightning.

Jungkook's eyes soften then, almost like slowly melting chocolate, and he leans upwards until your noses are brushing gently, his eyes still locked with yours. "Of course I did, baby. I would never tell you that just for a stupid game."

And then you're kissing, and you don't even care that you just lost, and that after this sweet moment Jungkook will probably tease you for years to come about the face you made and how you lost at your own bet, because Jungkook's lips are soft, gentle yet firm, and his hand slides into your hair, tugging you even closer to him while tangling your legs together, until it's hard to see where he starts and you end.

After a while, when you're in Jungkook's embrace, listening to his soft humming in your ear, his mouth pressed to the top of your head so you feel the words of the song mouthed against you, you can't help but whine.

"You're such a cheat", you pout, making Jungkook laugh at the sudden comment, looking down at you with a fond look in his eyes and a soft smile gracing his lips. "I would've won, you know".

Jungkook chuckles, but much to your surprise, doesn't bicker with you like he usually does, instead choosing to press a sweet peck to your cheek, lips grazing your skin lovingly.

"Are you mad?", He asks teasingly, his grin growing wider when you snuggle deeper into his arms, pressing a peck to jaw, just because you can. "No".

NCT when a member catches you making out:

a/n I’M GONNA MISS MY 23 CRACKHEADS TOGETHER TT

TAEIL

The two of you are probably sitting on the bed in his room, just kissing slowly and sweetly, when Haechan barges into the room, most likely going to ask for cuddles from the oldest member, catching the two of you red-handed. Taeil will probably be pretty straightforward despite his embarrassment, pulling away from you before sending the awkward member a smile that doesn't seem to match the situation, asking him to leave the room. After Haechan leaves, he'll probably laugh it off and the two of you will resume the make out session, but he'll be more alert, keeping his eyes slightly open in case another youngster walks into the wrong room. 

"Can you please leave? And close the door behind you."

JOHNNY

The two of you are probably on the couch in the living room of the dorm, kissing lazily, when Mark walks through. "Yo, Johnny, you won't believe-", Mark's excited speech gets cut off in the middle when he sees the two of you making out, and he coughs violently before turning around, mumbling apologies on his way out. Johnny on the other hand, doesn't care less, continuing to kiss you without hesitation, tightening his hold on your waist and pulling you closer when you try to push him away, your face bright red from the embarrassment, promising that nobody else will catch you, saying anything just to keep kissing you.

"Mark Lee isn't going to distract me from 'dem lips."

TAEYONG

Oh no, this baby. When Doyoung walks in the bedroom, where you and Taeyong are lying on the bed, you on top of him and his hands around your waist, holding you close, Taeyong practically leaps off the bed at the sight of his friend, pushing you off of him in the process. "I'm so sorry, sorry-", your boyfriend says frantically, trying his hardest to smooth down his messy hair while walking towards Doyoung, who looks like he regrets everything lmao. "It's okay, hyung. I'll just-", Doyoung points to the door awkwardly before rushing out the room, leaving you and your red-faced boyfriend alone. You sigh playfully, reaching forward to hug your boyfriend, placing your head in the crook of his neck. "Well, that sort of killed the mood." Your boyfriend apologizes to you, and he'll be extra careful from now on, always locking the door or making sure the dorm is empty when you want some time to yourselves.

"Are you okay? I think I yeeted you off of me."

YUTA

When Taeyong enters the kitchen to grab a cup of water, it's already the middle of the night, the only reason you'd ever agree to making out with your boyfriend at such a public place. Taeyong lets out a strange giggle when he sees your compromising situation, with you perched on the marble counter and Yuta between your legs, his large hands on your thighs as you kiss passionately. The two of you break apart at the high pitched sound, and you turn red immediately when your eyes catch the leader's embarrassed face. Yuta doesn't seem to share your thoughts, smiling cockily at his member, almost like he wanted to be seen, his hands not moving an inch from your smooth skin. It probably motivates him to kiss you even more intensely after the older leaves.

"Are you going to keep standing here and watch the show?"

DOYOUNG

When Jungwoo skips into Doyoung's bedroom, saying something about going out to eat, he doesn't expect to see the two of you sitting on the edge of the bed, kissing languidly, your boyfriend cupping your face gently. "Oopsie", the tall man says with a smile, and Doyoung sighs before the younger can start teasing him, shooting the gleeful guy a glare. "Please leave.", he says, pointing at the door, and Jungwoo swings around, walking out the room with a light-hearted laugh and a not so sincere apology. After that the two of you will probably go back to making out, but Doyoung would probably be a bit out of it, murmuring complaints between kisses about rude members who barge into rooms without knocking and how Jungwoo will never let him live this down. 

"Is my room a free estate or something? These kids, seriously."

KUN

Kun's bedroom door opens slowly, and you pull away from your boyfriend, who you were making out with for the last few minutes, soft, playful kisses that left butterflies in your stomach. Kun doesn't look too bothered by Winwin, standing awkwardly at the entrance to the room. He apologizes to the younger and asks him what he needs, to which the other responds by pointing at his black backpack leaning by the door, grabbing it before scurrying out the room quickly. After he gets out, your boyfriend shrugs, a slight blush on his cheeks before he goes back to kissing you slowly. It probably doesn't affect him too much, he's rational, he lives with twenty other grown guys and knows that these things are bound to happen.

"Is it really that weird that couples kiss?"

TEN

Ten is kissing you gently, hands on your waist, and you're too lost in the feeling of his lips, moving so gracefully against yours, to notice the maknae of WayV entering the room, probably to annoy his older member. Yangyang stops walking when he sees the two of you, but doesn't move just yet, obviously wanting to tease your boyfriend, who still doesn't move from you, ignoring the younger boy. When the brown-haired boy still stays in his spot, your lover pulls away, glaring at the younger and telling him to get out of the room in the most straightforward way possible. The member leaves then, giggling to himself slightly, and Ten simply sighs before going back to kissing you, even more passionately now, as if he already managed to miss you during this short time. 

"Get out. We're in the middle of something here."

JAEHYUN

You're in Jaehyun's lap, your thighs splayed on either side of him, his hands on your waist and his lips on yours, kissing you passionately, when Johnny jogs into his room, skidding to a stop when he sees the scene in front of him. Your boyfriend doesn't even notice, too in the moment to realize the presence in the room, and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion when you detach your lips from his, following your gaze to his friend, who has a small smirk playing on his lips. He would probably be a bit annoyed, not to the point of actual anger, but he'd throw a snarky remark, watching as Johnny leaves the room before going back to kiss you, rougher this time, making sure you forget about the distraction.

"Do people not knock on doors nowadays?"

WINWIN

You're sitting in the living room of WayV's dorm, cuddled into Sicheng, who's hands are wrapped around you, holding you close to him. His lips are on yours, moving gently, almost shyly, and you tilt your head up to kiss him better, your boyfriend letting out a soft noise at your sudden neediness. "How cute~~", Win-win pulls away from you at the sound of the fond voice, face changing color to red rapidly at the sight of Ten, who seems to think it's not such a big deal, crossing the living room and heading to the kitchen while your boyfriend splutters, explaining himself to no one in particular. After that he'll probably still be super embarrassed, and you'll have to tell him you love him and cuddle him to calm him down uwu.

"I didn't think he'd come back from recording so fast…"

JUNGWOO

You don't know how the two of you went from a pillow fight to a make out session, but you're now propped on your side with your boyfriend doing the same in front of you, kissing you messily, his hands running over your sides before tangling in your hair. The sound of a door opening knocks the two of your out of your daze, Jungwoo releasing you immediately with a squeak of surprise, letting out a nervous laugh when he sees Yuta standing at the doorway to his room, his eyebrows cocked and a teasing glint in his eyes. Before Jungwoo can start talking, Yuta is already leaving the room, yelling behind his back a teasing, "Just be safe!", and your boyfriend turns red, burying his face in your neck. You won't continue making out after that, but Jungwoo would be very concerned about you, continuously apologizing for what happened and acting sweeter than usual the whole day.

"I'll lock the door next time, I'm sorry!"

LUCAS

Your boyfriend is kissing you hungrily, hovering over you on his bed, his hands on either side of your head and his long legs tangled with yours. The two of you are too caught up in the moment to notice anyone or anything, Lucas' kisses leaving you a breathless mess while he devotes his attention to you, moving his lips almost fiercely. "Lucas, let the girl breathe", a teasing voice says from the entrance to the room, and Lucas pulls away from you, turning his head to look at a cocky-looking Hendery, his eyes glinting with mischief. Your boyfriend blushes immediately, pulling away from you with a shy smile, and Hendery winks slyly before grabbing a white towel hanging on the doorknob and walking out of the room, yelling behind him a teasing 'Have fun!' Lucas starts laughing after his friend is gone, the tips of his ears now completely red and a shy expression on his face, and you laugh as well, placing one last kiss on his now-swollen lips before pulling away, understanding that he is too shy to continue your session.

"He just walked in on us!" *giggles*

MARK

Mark's going to panic for sure lmao. This dude will never dare to kiss you in front of the members, always saving the affection and skinship for when you're alone, so when Jaehyun walks into his room, calling him to come eat dinner, only to find the younger and you sitting on the bed, holding hands and kissing passionately, your boyfriend is very flustered, pulling away immediately and stumbling over his words. Jaehyun doesn't seem too fazed, smiling teasingly as he watches Mark stutter, his face bright red as he promises to be there in a second, trying his best to act like nothing happened. When Jaehyun finally leaves the room, taking pity on the younger, Mark collapses against you, too paranoid to continue your session.

"Did I make things awkward?"

XIAOJUN

You were listening to Xiaojun play on his guitar, his soft voice seeping through your bones, before you couldn't take it anymore, leaning in to press a kiss to his tempting pink lips. Your boyfriend doesn't seem too surprised, kissing you back immediately, so romantic it seems like you're in some sort of K-drama, his lips enveloping yours perfectly. You've been doing this for a few minutes now, but a sudden noise causes you to pull away from each other, turning to the bedroom door where Lucas was trying to creep out, walking on his tiptoes to not disturb you, but he accidentally caused a charger to fall off the desk, and he was now smiling at the two of you sheepishly, a nervous giggle leaving his lips. Your boyfriend glares at the older member, pointing at the door in a silent command to leave the room, and the taller man mumbles an apology before closing the door behind him quietly. Sighing to himself, Xiaojun turns back to kiss you, a bit harder now that he was pissed off by the interruption.

"Basic manners, is that too much to ask for?"

HENDERY

You're lying on top of Hendery, cupping his face gently as you make out, Hendery kissing you excitedly, moving from sloppy kisses to tickling pecks that leave you with a smile on your face. The two of you hear the door to the bed room opening, but your boyfriend doesn't seem to care at all, reaching a hand up to move your face back to face him when you try to sneak a peek at the intruder. The door closes soon after, and you pull away from your lover momentarily, asking him who came in, and he says it was Win-win, laughing slightly when he thinks about how embarrassed the older must have been. The two of you laugh for a bit before going back to kissing, not thinking too much about the incident. 

"At least he knows you're mine now."

RENJUN

Renjun is kissing you slowly, his hands cupping your cheeks gently, thumbs running over the soft skin, when Chenle barges into the room, racing frantically, probably running away from one of the older members who he managed to piss off. Your boyfriend pulls away, coughing loudly to get the younger boy's attention, who's still giggling into his hand, not noticing that he intruded something. "Oh", Chenle raises his head, finally noticing his hyung's glare and your blush. "Sorry." Renjun groans in annoyance as his fellow member leaves the room, mumbling something under his breath before going back to kiss you, but his kisses are probably harder now, conveying his concealed anger, and so are the hands on your waist.

"Do I have to go back to China to have a second of privacy?"

JENO

When Renjun enters the bedroom, Jeno has you on your back, his broad body pressing you deep into the soft mattress, your lips connected as you kiss gently, a result of you trying to tackle your boyfriend, and failing, obviously. You try to push your boyfriend off of you, your now open eyes catching a glimpse of Renjun's slowly reddening ears and obvious wince of regret, but Jeno leans even more into you, mumbling against your lips a soft "pretend he's not here", and you let out a breathy laugh, wrapping your hands around your boyfriend's neck and watching as Renjun leaves the room, saying under his breath: "Who needs shoes anyway. I'll just walk barefoot to the practice room." When the door closes behind him, Jeno laughs into your mouth, and the two of you keep kissing, while making sure not to take it farther.

"It'll be even more awkward if we stop now."

HAECHAN

When Taeil walks into your boyfriend's bedroom, he can't help but smile at the sight of you and Haechan, sitting on the floor of his bedroom where you were previously gaming, your crossed legs touching and the younger's hands tangled in your dark hair. You know your boyfriend noticed the intruder, his lips stopping their movement momentarily, but he doesn't pull away, keeping his mouth on yours until you hear the door closing, signaling Taeil left the room. The second he leaves, Haechan snorts against your lips, his face flushed red as he pulls back from you, giving away his embarrassment despite him trying to act unbothered in front of you. The two of you are probably too busy laughing to continue your make out session, but it's okay.

"Ohmygod, I didn't know what to do!"

JAEMIN

You were playing with Jaemin's hair, his head in your lap, when he suddenly sits up, kissing you gently on your lips, his hands pulling you closer by your small waist. The cute kiss somehow turned heated, and now you were practically making out, your legs thrown on either side of your boyfriend's body, fingers tangled in his blonde locks. "Jaemin, do you know where my comb is?" Jeno asks as he flings the door open, and Jaemin doesn't even try to answer, continuing to kiss you as if nothing happened before pulling away and shooting his frozen friend a mischievous smile. "What was that, Jeno?", he asks nonchalantly as you laugh at the older's disgusted face, burying your head in your boyfriend's shoulder. After the older leaves, your boyfriend would go back to kissing you, softer this time, leaving little pecks all over your face and mumbling compliments against your lips in a soft voice, the sexy mood now gone.

"My Jagiya~~"

YANGYANG

"Yangyang!", Xiaojun bursts into the room, making your boyfriend pull away from your lips, stopping the passionate make out you were having, your legs thrown over Yanyang's lap and his hands on the small of your back, pressing you closer to him. Your boyfriend isn't too fazed, but he's impatient, asking the older what he wants but still holding you to him, his hands not leaving you for a second. Understanding the maknae isn't in the mood to talk right now, Xiaojun leaves the room, and your boyfriend doesn't even wait for the door to close entirely before he's back to kissing you, desperate and and even more passionate than before.

"This better be a life-or-death situation."

SHOTARO

You and Shotaro are in the practice room, sitting on the shiny floor and kissing softly after you watched your boyfriend work on the choreo to NCT's newest song, admiring his amazing dance talent. Shotaro is timid in his movements, almost innocent, giggling against your lips cutely and holding your hands. You pull away from each other when the door opens suddenly, Sungchan walking in. "Oh… I thought Haechan hyung was here", the younger says with an apologetic tone, turning around swiftly and walking out the room, leaving you and your shy boyfriend behind. Shotaro apologizes to you for not being careful enough, asking if you want to continue, but his face is red and he lets out little giggles out of embarrassment, so you don't resume your actions from before, choosing to coddle him instead, laughing fondly at your boyfriend's adorable behavior.

"This is so embarrassing! I'm sorry~"

SUNGCHAN

You're trapped between the wall and your boyfriend, one of his hands cupping your cheek, while the other strokes your hipbone. Sungchan kisses confidently, like he does everything else, his lips moving naturally against yours like they were meant to be there. The two of you pull away when you hear the door opening, Shotaro's head sticking into the room carefully, before seeing your position and blushing slightly. Sungchan isn't too embarrassed by being caught, greeting the other nonchalantly, but he moves away from you, playing with his fingers in slight awkwardness. "Taeyong hyung told me to ask you if you want him to make you lunch?", the older member asks shyly, and Sungchan smiles, nodding in thanks as he watches the other leave the room. He probably won't continue the make out session after that, waiting for a more private time.

"Oh, hyung, do you need something?"

CHENLE

Chenle leaves another kiss on your mouth, giggling into the kiss as you laugh as well, curling even more into his warm body and pulling the soft blanket around you even more. The two of you were supposed to be watching a movie, but you've been spending more time kissing each other and laughing at nothing. You pull away from your boyfriend's lips when the light in the living room suddenly comes on, blinding the two of you and making Chenle pull away with a confused noise, eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to see the person who disturbed you. Jisung is standing in the entrance to the room, his hand still on the switch and his face bright red as he understands the situation he caught his best friend in. "Yah, can't you see we're on a date here?", Chenle scolds him, and Jisung seems to snap out of his trance, mumbling apologies as he backs up, almost crashing into the wall. After that you don't go back to making out, settling for cuddles on the couch until you fall asleep.

"Jisung, you’re lucky you’re cute."

JISUNG

Jisung wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to him while you wrap your own thin arms around his neck, burying your fingers in your hair. After not seeing your boyfriend for a long time due to the previous comeback, a good make out session is exactly what you needed. "Oh, sexy~", the two of you jump away from each other at the sound of the deep voice, turning your head to meet a grinning Jaemin, his arms clasped in front of his chest and fondness evident in his eyes. Jisung turns red when he sees his member, immediately stuttering and stumbling over his words as he tries to explain the situation, before understanding it's hopeless and staring at the ground until his hyung goes away, still cooing and talking about 'young love'. He'll probably be shy for the rest of the day afterwards, and he'll need lots of affection from you to get over his embarrassment. 

"H-hyung! Me and Y/N were j-just-"