BTS When You Prank Them:

BTS when you prank them:

Kim Seokjin:

You pull the mask over your face, staring at your reflection with satisfaction. You were hideous. The rubber mask was pulled tightly over your skin, making it stuffy and hard to breathe, but the final look was worth it.

The mask was in the shape of something like a ghost goblin, an ugly brown face with green veins, sharp ears like an elf, and dark circles around the holes of the eyes. The nostrils were up like someone smeared the nose of the disgusting creature, and it had no mouth, just blood-covered lines from the bottom of the nose to the chin.

This was going to scare the hell out of your boyfriend, which was exactly what you were aiming to do. You don't know when your relationship with Kim Seokjin became waking up every day and looking under the bed to make sure there isn't a puddle of shaving cream waiting for you to step on it, but you couldn't say you didn't like it.

The prank war between the two of you escalated quickly, but you always made sure never to hurt each other in any way, the pranks never crossing the line too much, but what you were going to do today was maybe a bit more evil than usual. 

You walk out of the bathroom, taking care to not make too much noise, and peek at your boyfriend, who's sleeping soundly in your king-sized bed, one of his hands still spread over the space where you were a few minutes ago, cuddling into him. 

Seokjin is handsome even when he's asleep, with his dark hair falling over his eyes, bangs parted on his forehead, his full pink lips closed as he lets out silent puffs of air, his broad chest rising and falling steadily and his eyes closed, his eyelashes curling over his eyes. He's wearing checkered pyjamas, the top and bottom matching, and he's covered in your fluffy white blanket, the thick material reaching his chin.

Walking over to your boyfriend stealthily, you bite your lip to stop from laughing, already imagining his reaction, and reach out a hand to shake his shoulder hard, knowing that he's not a very light sleeper. 

Like you expected, Jin doesn't wake up, simply turning to his side and mumbling something under his breath before he falls into a deep slumber once again, and you roll your eyes, the lack of air in the mask starting to make you heat up, and reach your hand out again to shake the man harder, tugging off his blanket. "Jin!"

Your lover opens his eyes slowly, and you hover above him, waiting for his eyes to focus and his mind to clear up. It takes a few seconds as he yawns, stretching his arms over his head and rolling his shoulder, blinking blearily, before he finally looks at your face, his mind still working slowly until his eyes widen, almost falling out of their sockets.

Your boyfriend screams, leaping out of your bed and almost toppling over the blanket that was still tangled in his legs, his arms waving as he bolts out of the room, mouth wide open and sheer terror painted on his face.

You on the other hand, are folded on the ground, laughing uncontrollably since the moment Jin first saw you, tears springing into your eyes and you take off the rubber, still sitting on the ground, waiting for your boyfriend to come back as you gasp for air, holding your stomach.

"What the hell, Y/L/N Y/N?!"Jin screams as he enters the room, pure betrayal on his face as he looks at your hooting figure on the ground. It seemed like he made it a few steps out of the room before he understood the situation and came back, hair a mess and hands on his hips, his skin a few shades paler than usual.

"I'm sorry", you say, but you're so busy laughing it doesn't sound even slightly sincere, your face red from the lack of air and your muscles straining from being in the same position as Jin stares at you with disbelief, his own lips twitching as he tries not to laugh at the ridiculous situation.

"You're so dead for this, seriously", Jin waves his finger at you like an angry teacher, but the smile is still tugging at his lips and his face still has lines all over it from the pillow, so the glare isn't doing too much. 

You laugh, finally getting up from the fluffy white carpet, and walk over to your boyfriend, flicking his forehead lightly just to see him frown again, his pink lips jutting out in a pout. "I'd like to see you try."

Min Yoongi:

Min Yoongi was very hard to distract when he was working, you know that from a lot of personal experience. And now was one of his busiest days yet, the nearing comeback forcing him to stay locked in his workroom, writing lyrics and melodies for days in a row.

You swing your legs restlessly, scrolling through your phone and trying to pass the time, but Instagram was getting boring and so was watching Suga fancams, so when an idea pops into your head, you practically topple off the gray leather couch, a no-good smirk growing on your face.

You don't remember where you saw this prank, probably on some tik tok video, but it was a harmless, cute prank, so you didn't mind doing it to your boyfriend. The idea was passing next to Yoongi wearing different outfits each time, the weirder the better, and see if he notices. Honestly, he's so focused right now you're not even sure this will work, but you have nothing better to do anyway.

Running to Yoongi's workroom, which also happens to be your study room, you open the door quietly, slithering into the room and walking towards the bookcase, which has a bunch of your notebooks that you use to study for exams. You make sure not to say anything to your boyfriend, who's sitting with his back to the door and probably doesn't even notice you're in the room, and grab a random notebook before walking out of the room, a mischievous smile on your face.

You skip to your shared bedroom, opening the door to your walk-in closet and ruffling through the different outfits, hanging on racks or folded in piles in cabinets. You pick something rather simple for starters, a simple black overall with a cute white shirt underneath, and make your way back to Yoongi after fixing your long dark hair and putting on cute black spectacles.

You walk inside again, grabbing another thick book from the wooden shelves before swiveling around, biting your bottom lip so you won't giggle accidentally, the thrill of the prank making you unexpectedly jittery.

You do the same thing over and over again, changing to more and more absurd outfits every time, from a Hawaiian shirt you didn't even know you owned with grey sweatpants, to a unicorn onesie, and finally, your grand entrance: your prom dress from five years ago.

When you enter the workroom once again, Yoongi is still facing the computer, sketching down more lyrics, and you turn around, trying not to look disappointed that your beautiful dress was completely ignored as you return all your studying material to their places on the shelf, pouting as you do.

"Y/N", you freeze when you finally hear your boyfriend's gravely voice for the first time this day, and will yourself to look natural as you turn around, the sparkly grey material of your dress pooling around your feet. "Yeah, baby?"

"Are you doing some weird runaway or something? Because you could've just told me.", Yoongi says, eyeing your dress with nonchalance that impresses you, and you blink at him owlishly, the meaning behind his words slowly coming to view.

"You mean… you saw everything?", You ask dumbly, mouth slightly open as Yoongi continues looking at you, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he was trying really hard not to laugh, his brown eyes twinkling with something almost mischievous.

"You mean if I saw you come in different outfits like 50 times? Yeah.", your boyfriend says, rubbing the dark circles under his eyes before looking at you again, your mouth still open like a goldfish out of water.

You were sure Yoongi didn't see you the whole time, too busy with his work to notice you, but apparently he was looking at you the whole time, watching you like he takes care of you, humbly and quietly. The thought makes you giddy inside, and you look down, smiling with happiness even though your prank was technically a fail.

"I'm always looking at you, you know", Yoongi says gently, as if he reads your mind, and you raise your head to look at his soft eyes, his own small smile gracing his lips, and you blush, averting your eyes again before he adds teasingly. "But don't you think wearing your prom dress is a little too much?"

Jung Hoseok:

The idea came to your mind after suggesting your boyfriend that you buy a dog. Hoseok was actually into the idea, having his own puppy at his family's home and loving the furry animals, and you were looking for the right time to adopt, already discussing the breeds you'd like and the different names.

As if by some power from above, it just so happened that when you were scrolling through your Instagram earlier today, a video of a prank text between a random couple caught your eye, and you clicked on the post, your eyes widening and a gleeful giggle escaping your mouth the more you scroll to the right.

The prank was basically the girlfriend telling her boyfriend she adopted a "dog", and sending him a picture of some wild animal, like a baby coyote or something like that. The boyfriend obviously freaks out, thinking his girlfriend lost her mind, and you can definitely see you doing this to J-hope and getting a similar reaction.

So you wait for him to go to work, going as far as telling him in the morning that you're probably going to on a walk today, to avoid any suspicion, and wait till mid-afternoon, when you know he has his lunch break, to call him, making sure you let out all the laughter bubbling in your chest before you do.

"Hey, babe!", you grin when you hear Hoseok's cheerful voice, almost regretting your decision to prank this pure soul. Almost. "Hey, baby. I have good news!", you respond.

You hear a door closing, probably Hoseok exiting the practice room, and then it's a lot quieter, your boyfriend's voice clearer when he speaks once again, sounding curious. "What's up?"

"Well…", you start slowly, making sure to sound excited and happy, while being completely oblivious. "You know how we've been wanting to adopt a puppy?", you ask, hearing J-hope hum in agreement on the other side of the line. 

"Well, I was going for a walk and I saw a stray, and he was too pretty not to bring back home, so…", you trail off, biting your lip in anticipation when the line goes silent, J-hope obviously trying to process the information that you just brought a dog from the street to your home, something that was nothing like your usual behaviour.

"Umm… that's great, babe. But are you sure he doesn't have an owner? Or that he's not carrying any diseases?", your boyfriend says carefully, and you can imagine his face right now, his dark eyebrows furrowed over his brown eyes with worry, a small pout on those cute lips and his black hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. It's cute how much he supports every decision you make, while taking care of you at the same time.

"Don't worry, he didn't have a leash, and I'm planning to take him to the vet today, he's not even in the apartment. He was just too pretty to ignore, Hobi, seriously. Here, I'll send you a picture.", you pump your fist, satisfied with your acting skills and your smooth transition to the final and most crucial part of your prank: the picture.

You cackle silently when you send the picture of the dog-looking animal, with the grayish-brown fur, small enough to fit in your arms, pointy ears and a small face. You actually could have mistaken it for a dog, if it wasn't for the yellow eyes, replacing the naturally brown eyes domestic dogs have.

There's silence for a moment after the picture is sent, and wait in anticipation for your boyfriend to see the picture, biting your fingernails nervously. This has to work. You even photoshopped the wild animal to look like he's standing outside your apartment.

"WHAT THE HELL, Y/N!!", Hoseok's alarmed voice makes you startle in place, slightly surprised by the screams despite expecting this sort of reaction. "THAT ISN'T A DOG, ARE YOU SERIOUS!"

"What do you mean? Of course it's a dog!", you play dumb, your heart hurting a bit when you hear the panic in your boyfriend's voice, despite you wanting to laugh so hard at the same time, and you clutch the phone to your ear tightly, taking deep breaths to calm you down.

"No it's not! It's a freaking coyote!", you can hear J-hope cursing under his breath, and then he's opening another door, saying something you can't hear to somebody. "I'm on my way. Don't get out of the apartment."

"Wait, stop!", you wince, regretting not taking your boyfriend's protective nature in consideration when you did this prank. Of course Hoseok will leave the company to make sure you're safe. "It was a prank."

You can literally hear the way your lover's rushed footsteps halt to a stop with a screech, and then it's silent again, before the line is filled with a deep sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God."

"Sorry, Hobi.", you say with a smile, despite your boyfriend not being able to see your face. "Don't worry, I'm not going to adopt a coyote without you.", you promise teasingly, and J-hope laughs breathlessly, clearly still caught in the prank, the information only now starting to sink in.

"You're unbelievable, seriously.", your boyfriend mutters, his tone now turning annoyed after the relief fades away. "Don't you know yet that you can't do these things to me? You're so mean."

Kim Namjoon:

"Good morning, babe", you say through a long yawn, stumbling into the kitchen where Namjoon is already sitting and reading the newspaper, waiting for you to wake up before he goes to the company.

"Good morning, love.", your boyfriend responds, lifting his head to smile up at you with those deep dimples you adore so much, his caramel hair carefully brushed away from his eyes and thick black spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, his tanned skin shining under the sunlight streaming through the window.

He's wearing a clean white t-shirt and washed out jeans, and he looks way too good for this hour of the morning and for such a simple outfit, and you can't help but feel even uglier, stumbling into the kitchen wearing checkered pyjama pants and a lacy sleeveless white top, your dark hair tangled and unbrushed and your face is still puffy from sleep, with dark circles under your eyes from staying up all night to study for your upcoming exams.

The real reason you were up right now, was because it was April 1st, also known as your favorite day of the year, and you were positive your busy boyfriend didn't notice the date today, otherwise he wouldn't be looking so cheerful.

"You look good", you mumble as you lean down to peck your boyfriend's lips quickly, placing your hand on his shoulder and appreciating the muscle underneath your skin. "When are you coming back home today?"

"Probably after you'll fall asleep", Namjoon says sorrowfully, his eyes apologizing to you silently, and you pout even though you were expecting that type of answer. The comeback was getting closer and closer and Namjoon was working harder than ever, perfecting the choreography and cheering up the rest of the members.

"Should I make you coffee?", you ask, and your boyfriend nods gratefully, squeezing your hand gently as you turn around, heading towards the kitchen counter. 

You're still pouting when you pour the ground coffee into Namjoon's favorite mint mug, reaching your hand for the sugar when you freeze mid-way, a sudden thought coming to your mind. If Namjoon won't be here all day, it means you won't get to prank him. Not acceptable.

Peeking over your shoulder, you catch Namjoon looking down at the newspaper again, probably reading about politics or whatever, his dark eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line like he always does when he's focused. 

Thinking quickly, you put the sugar back in place and grab the salt instead, opening the glass lid and pouring in the mug a nice teaspoon of the small white grains, mixing it up before adding a dose of hot water and a little milk, just like your boyfriend likes it.

"Here you go", you hand Namjoon the coffee and sit down beside him, taking a sip of your own blue mug slowly, a small smile curving around the lid of it as you try your best not to look suspicious. "Thanks, honey".

You're not surprised at all when your boyfriend takes a very big sip of coffee, his mouth immediately spitting out the brown liquid, eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowing in disgust, and he gags, pushing the prank coffee away while you laugh, putting down your own hot beverage on the round table so you won't spill it from how hard you're shaking.

"Oh my God, your face", you wheeze and Namjoon frowns, looking almost baby-like when he stares at you with a betrayed expression. "Why did you do that?", he whines, using a napkin to wipe his tongue and you take mercy on him, passing him a cup of water you organized beforehand.

"April fools!", you say with a grin, watching as Namjoon's face fills with understanding and he groans defeatedly, obviously cursing his own bad memory. "I should've known."

"Sorry, I couldn't let you go away for the whole day without pranking you", you say with a sweet smile, and Namjoon sighs, looking so done with you it was actually adorable, so you lean forward to leave another apologizing peck on his lips, the fondness in your boyfriend's eyes evident when you pull back with a bright smile. "I'll make you a new coffee."

Park Jimin:

You didn't get to spend much time with Jimin lately, and it was very hard for you, considering the fact that you were used to the older's undivided attention and affection.

BTS' comeback was nearing, which meant Jimin was getting farther away, coming back home only a few times a week at the late hours of the night, his eyes sporting dark circles and limbs heavy, collapsing on the bed with you in his arms and leaving a tired peck on your lips before he was fast asleep, not able to keep himself awake for another second.

Luckily, today was the day Jimin promised to come home early enough to eat dinner with you, working even harder the whole week just so he could take this short break, and you couldn't wait to finally see him, hug him tightly and kiss him properly for the first time in what feels like forever.

When the door to your apartment opens, your boyfriend walking through the door wearing a gray hoodie and black sweatpants, his blonde hair tied into a cute ponytail and a huge smile on his face, eye squinted from the force of it, you sprint towards him without hesitation, leaping into his arms, and he catches you effortlessly, swinging you around like the couple's do in the cheesy dramas.

You giggle, burying your face in the warm skin of his neck, and he laughs as well, holding you tightly to his chest and lowering you to the ground slowly, until you're face to face, noses brushing with the biggest grins on your faces.

"I need to talk to you", you whisper, hands still buried in Jimin's soft hair, and you want to tell him so bad about how much you missed his comforting touch and his angel-like voice and his pretty face. Face timing just wasn't enough.

To your surprise, Jimin seems to become serious, his dark eyebrows furrowing and his eyes turning slightly panicked. "About what?", he asks carefully, and you open your mouth to ask why he seems so nervous, when an idea forms in your head, and you look down, unwrapping your arms from your boyfriend and avoiding his eyes, as if you were feeling uncomfortable, ignoring the voice in your head telling you to hug your goddamn boyfriend and never let him go again.

"We should probably sit down", you say softly, motioning to the purple sofa in your living room, and you turn around before Jimin can see the smile threatening to grow on your face, breathing out in relief when you hear his footsteps behind you.

You make sure to leave a noticeable distance between the two of you when you sit down, and Jimin seems really worried now, grabbing your hand gently in his, and even for the sake of the prank, you can't get yourself to pull away from the warm touch. "Is everything okay?"

"Actually…", you inhale through your nose sharply, secretly admiring your acting skills as you look down to your lap. "I've been thinking for a while now… And I just feel like I should be honest with you."

"Y/N, you're freaking me out.", Jimin says more desperately now, squeezing your hand in his as if he's afraid you'll run away, and you know you can't keep doing this, not when Jimin's looking at you with scared brown eyes, his whole body tense like a ruler. 

"I've missed you so much", you finish with a smile, and Jimin blinks at you, his brain slowly processing the sentence while you bite your lip to stop from laughing, waiting for your lover to understand the situation fully. 

"You pranked me?", Jimin says unsurely, and there's blatant relief in his eyes when you nod, his whole body sagging against the couch as he closes his eyes, leaning his head back on the soft cushions. "You freaked me out for a second."

You laugh, but there's something bugging you, so you climb onto your boyfriend's lap carefully, his eyes opening when you straddle him, looking up at you with a hesitant smile. He was clearly hiding something.

"Why were you so scared?", you ask curiously, inspecting Jimin carefully, and the other sighs, his hands coming to rub your waist gently, a soft blush painting his cheeks from the embarrassment.

"I was just worried… that maybe this relationship was too hard for you, with me not being home for a while now…", he starts quietly, avoiding your eyes, and panic and regret immediately fill your chest, and you lean down to kiss him, cutting off the horrible thoughts coming out of his mouth. 

"Never", you promise when you detach from him, your voice firm even though your hands are shaking and there are tears threatening to fall at the thought of ever leaving this amazing man, who's looking at you right now with so much love it makes you melt. "You're stuck with me forever, Park Jimin."

Kim Taehyung:

One of the many things you love about Kim Taehyung is the fact that he's never taken you for granted. He always took care of you, even though he's a worldwide idol with a shit ton of money and a face that could get any girl on her knees. 

Even when it came to the simplest things, if it was chores in the house like washing the dishes or folding the laundry, Taehyung always made sure to help you, making even the most annoying duties a fun experience.

Today was going to be even more enjoyable, because you're planning to make Taehyung regret splashing you with cold water in the shower yesterday. Your plan was simple, but perfect, the best way to get your boyfriend without putting in too much effort.

"I'll dry, you wash?", you suggest nonchalantly, getting up from Taehyung's lap with a peck to his cheek, the white plates the two of you were eating from now empty, the only sign that food was there was the smears of red sauce from the beef you made.

Your boyfriend hums in agreement, getting up from the chair as you pick up the silverware and the plates, heading towards your small kitchen with careful steps, making sure not to drop anything.

You smirk when Taehyung walks towards the kitchen sink, the memory of you tying a rubber band tightly around the spray nozzle entering your mind. When your oblivious boyfriend will turn on the faucet, he'll get a nice, cold spray straight in his handsome face.

Just like you expected, Taehyung starts the water, cursing in surprise when a fountain of water hits his face just right, and you cackle when your lover blindly reaches for the sink, desperately trying to shut off the consistent waterfall.

You lean against the gray marble counter, not even caring about the puddles covering the parquet floor of your kitchen, and wipe the tears from your eyes when Taehyung finally lifts his head to meet your mischief-filled eyes.

His black curls are sticking to his forehead wetly, drops of water dripping down his tanned skin, and his dark blue silk pyjama set is soaked from the top to the bottom, matching the darkness in his eyes.

You gulp, suddenly feeling a bit scared at the intimidating look in your boyfriend's eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?", you ask, your grip on the counter tightening when Taehyung inches towards you slowly.

Taehyung smiles sweetly at you, but something still doesn't feel right, your eyes squinting suspiciously when he shrugs carelessly. "Nothing. I was just thinking about how much I want to hug my beautiful girlfriend."

Your eyes widen at the sound of Taehyung's sentence, and you shriek when he lunges at you, sprinting out of the kitchen like your life depends on it. "You'll never catch me alive! I just came out of the shower!"

Jeon Jungkook:

It was your thing to go on random dates together, and today was no exception. You cross your legs on the purple beach towel you are sitting on, sticking another watermelon cube in your mouth before turning to Jungkook, who's chewing on a grape, bunny pout on full display and eyes squinted to avoid the sun.

Jungkook is shirtless, which is a good enough reason to come to the beach on its own, his defined abs and pecs dripping with ocean water, wet black hair falling over his dark eyes in cute curls, thick tanned thighs covered in black swim-shorts, his naked legs brushing yours as you eat from the plastic container, occasionally feeding each other.

You've spent a good part of your time here in the water, splashing at each other, Jungkook lifting you up as you screech, clinging to him tightly, but he throws you off easily, your noodle arms no competition to your boyfriend's buff biceps.

Now, the two of you were taking some time to tan after you got tired from swimming and playing around, eating the snacks and fruits you brought with you and listening to music, Jungkook rubbing on you sunscreen carefully, maybe even a little too carefully, his large hands sliding over your back and shoulders, and you return the favor just as eagerly, shamelessly feeling up your boyfriend's strong body.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back in a sec.", Jungkook says, pecking your lips gently before standing up and throwing a black t-shirt over his now-dry chest, the covered skin making you pout slightly. "'Kay."

You watch as your boyfriend disappears into the small building, stretching your tanned legs and admiring the way the bikini Jungkook chose you when you went shopping, bright yellow and somewhat cute, with the strapless top and high waisted bottoms, fits the tone of your skin perfectly. Of course Jungkook was great at choosing bikinis, just another talent to add to the respectful list he already has.

You're slightly bored without Jungkook beside you, so you let your gaze wander to the older's white beach towel, lying beside your own, when a hilarious idea pops in your mind. This will be a nice revenge for Jungkook dunking you in the water multiple times today.

You get up quickly, not wasting any time as you start to dig a hole in the sand, ignoring the crazy looks you're probably getting from passer-bys, digging as fast as you can before Jungkook will return.

You're panting by the time there's a rather large hole in the sand, big enough for a grown man to sit inside, and you smile gleefully, covering your masterpiece with Jungkook's beach towel before lying back down on your own and putting on your gold sunglasses for an extra effect, waiting for your lover to return.

"I'm back", you flip to your stomach when you see your boyfriend coming over, a soft smile on his face when he sees you, going to his spot and sitting. Or trying to sit, anyway.

You laugh when Jungkook lets out a surprised yelp, falling straight into the hole you dug up, his hands grasping the golden grains of sand uselessly to stop himself from falling and legs flailing, the useless beach towel wrapping around him as he curses, struggling to get up.

"Oh my God, your face", you snort, pointing at your boyfriend who gives up on trying to get out of your apparently deep hole, sitting instead inside the trap you set up with his hands crossed, his dark eyes fixed on you with a glare that could kill.

You're still laughing when strong arms wrap around you and you're thrown on a broad shoulder, Jungkook's arms holding you from your thighs as the ground swings dangerously underneath you, the situation only making sense when you're greeted with turquoise water underneath you, and you thrash, trying desperately to get out of Jungkook's hold. "No, not again!"

"In Sickness and Health, Let Me be Yours"-

aka, whipped Jungkook and sick Taehyung, feat mama Jin.

"How is he feeling?"Jungkook asks Jin, worry evident in his voice as he watches the older exit the room, a wet towel in his hands and an almost full bowl of now-cold noodle soup.

"Not so good", the oldest member of BTS admits with a tired sigh, his eyebrows furrowed and lips tugged into a frown at the thought of Taehyung, who's been lying in bed with high fever since he woke up this morning.

"Can I go see him, hyung?", Jungkook practically begs, clasping his hands tightly in front of his chest until they turn white at the knuckles, the need to take care of his boyfriend flooding his senses. "I need to make sure he's okay."

Jin sighs again, the maknae's puppy eyes successfully melting his heart, but he knows that the second Jungkook will step in that room, there's no way he'll get out, not for practice and not for anything else, too busy coddling his older boyfriend to care.

"Only if you promise me you'll leave when you have to.", Jin says with a dark eyebrow raised, his folded arms showing there's no room for discussion, and Jungkook pouts at that, wanting desperately to stay beside his boyfriend until he's healthy again, even if he knows deep down it's not an option.

"Fine", he says reluctantly after a moment of hesitation, and the oldest of the group smile beautifully at that, petting the youngest's dark hair fondly before continuing his trek down the hall. "I'll come with more hot towels and a new bowl of soup."

Jungkook doesn't even bother to answer his hyung, barging in to the room, the now-open door hitting the wall a bit too hard, but he can't get himself to care, his eyes focused on the boy laying in the middle of the queen bed, his chest rising and falling steadily.

Jungkook always thought Taehyung was an angel and disguise, and whether that was true or not, you can fight Jungkook on that. He definitely looked like one though, nobody can disagree with that. Even now, in his unwell state, the whole room seemed to revolve around him, like the planets around the sun.

His blonde hair was spread around his head like a halo, and his eyes were screwed shut, long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, his pretty pink lips open slightly as he let out uneven breaths, as if it was paining him to breathe. There was sweat lining on his forehead and dripping down the side of his neck, but he was shivering, his hands hugging the black comforter to him desperately, as if he was in a refrigerator and not in an air-conditioned room.

Jungkook feels his heart break at the sight of his boyfriend like this, and he walks forward until he's at the foot of the bed, hovering over the smaller male, wanting so badly to trace the path down his high collar-bones with his fingers, wipe the sweat clinging to his skin, but he doesn't want to wake him up, choosing to stand over him instead, admiring the ethereal lines of his face. "Oh, Tae."

To his surprise, Taehyung seems to hear his soft, fond murmur, his eyes opening a bit to reveal brown irises, slightly out of focus, blinking at him blearily. "Jungkookie?"

Jungkook feels his heart pound out of his chest at the soft sound, and he nods, crouching by the bed and pushing a damp lock of golden hair out of Taehyung's eyes. "Yeah, I'm here baby.", he mumbles, eyes locked on the other's face, searching for any visible discomfort he can help with.

Taehyung smiles weakly at the pet name, leaning into Jungkook's touch, and Jungkook is weak, so weak for the man who's rubbing his cheek into his palm like a human-sized cat, and he wishes he could take away the pain for Taehyung. "Jin hyung is going to be here in a minute, with medicine and a hot towel.", he whispers, cupping his lover's face gently and rubbing his calloused thumb along the soft skin.

Taehyung hums, not saying anything but also not resisting, and that's a good sign, Jungkook believes, knowing his boyfriend can often be very stubborn, insisting he's fine when everyone knows he's not. 'At least he's letting others take care of him for once', Jungkook thinks.

"Gukkie", Taehyung's almost unheard call snaps Jungkook out of his thoughts, and he lifts his head immediately, cursing himself silently for not being more focused. "Yeah, Tae? Did something happen?"

Taehyung would probably laugh if he could, but he still lets out this weak snort at Jungkook's evident panic, his eyes shining with some of his usual mischief. "Can you come cuddle me? I'm so cold.", he asks with a pout he knows Jungkook can't resist, his brown eyes watery from lack of a good night sleep and the pain swimming in his body.

"Of course, hyung", Jungkook doesn't even hesitate, his promise to Seokjin thrown out the window as he practically lunches himself into the bed, grabbing Taehyung and pulling him closer until his back is pressed to the older's front, his lips touching the heated skin of his nape.

"Is this good?", he mumbles, holding Taehyung so gently as if he's made of glass, covering the both of them with the thick blue blanket and tangling their limbs so their bodies are touching in every way possible.

"Perfect", Taehyung mumbles, his voice already starting to sound drowsy again, and Jungkook feels his own eyes start to close as well, the heat from Taehyung's fever-induced body and the exhaustion from days upon days of practice setting him in a dream-like state, his arms around Taehyung's stomach slowly turning limp.

Jungkook knows he shouldn't fall asleep or he's going to a suffer a long-ass speech from Jin, but he can't pull away, Taehyung's warmth and strawberry smell impossible to resist, and like always, Jungkook gives in in the end.

BTS on your first date:

Kim Seokjin:

"How do I look?", you send your reflection another weary glance before turning to your best friend, who looks at you judgingly, looking rather unbothered while chewing a fat piece of gum loudly.

"For the last time, perfect", she says with a sigh of exasperation, lifting her hands up in the air when you still don't look satisfied, biting your lip and pulling on the bottom of your short flowery dress. "Damn, you really like the dude, huh?"

You blush, tucking a strand of your dark hair behind your ear, avoiding your best friend's examining eyes as you mumble a bashful: "Maybe?" 

Y/F/M's eyes soften slightly at your nervousness, and she reaches out to tug you into a warm hug, making sure not to smear the makeup she finished applying mere moments ago. "You have nothing to worry about, he's going to fall for you for sure.", she says sweetly, pulling back to look you in the eye.

Before you can say anything else, a knock on the door startles the both of you, and you send your friend a panicked expression, ready to bolt for the bathroom and flush yourself down the toilet. Before you can do that though, your friend's grabbing you by your shoulders and leading you to the door, her firm grip not letting you escape.

With one last shaky breath, you tug the door open, a small smile spreading on your face when you see Seokjin standing in the doorway, a nervous expression on his face and holding a beautiful red rose in his hand.

Jin was actually your boss in the restaurant you worked at, and you've had the crush on him for the longest time before you accidentally confessed to him at a group outing where you had a little too much to drink. To your surprise, he told you he felt the same, and asked you with the sweetest smile if you would like to go on a date with him. Obviously, you said yes.

And here he was, in all his handsomeness, wearing a semi-formal outfit, a crisp white button-up clinging to his broad shoulders and black slacks hugging his long legs, his soft brown hair styled away from his forehead and a shy smile gracing his plump lips.

"Hey", you say shyly, playing with your fingers the way you always do when you're nervous, your best friend already closing the door behind the two of you and disappearing in your shared apartment. 

"Hey", Jin responds, scratching his neck for a second before handing you the single flower in his hand. "This is for you", he says, a light blush dusting his cheeks when you take the flower, your fingers brushing against each other as you do.

"It's beautiful, thank you", you say gratefully, feeling like a teenager all over again, and walk down the two steps until you and Jin are both standing on the pathway, the other towering over you with his height. 

"Let's go then, our table is reserved for 20:00", Jin says, leading the way to his sleek black Mercedes, his body close enough to yours so you can feel the heat he is emitting, but he doesn't touch you yet, his hand hovering over your lower back. 

Jin is a gentleman and nothing less, holding the door open for you when you slide into the passenger seat, saying that 'you look gorgeous tonight, by the way', and engaging in some small talk on the way to the restaurant he reserved you. It feels too good to be true, really.

When the GPS announces that you reached your destination though, you look around in confusion, waiting for Jin to say that you reached the wrong location, but to your shock, the young man opens the driver's door, sliding off the soft leather seat before walking around the vehicle and opening your door with an all-knowing grin.

"You can't be serious", you say, staring at the other in bewilderment, not even trying to get out of the car as Seokjin laughs, enjoying your disbelieving expression. 

"Did you seriously reserve a place at a 5 Michelin star restaurant? Are you out of your mind?", you gape at him, forgetting all the shyness you felt moments ago, too busy thinking how the hell you're going to pay for this meal tonight.

As if reading your mind, Jin smiles gently at you, reaching his hand out to you. "Hey, I asked you to go out with me, so I decide where we'll go. Trust me, okay?"

You hesitate for another second, still feeling angry at the other for bringing you to a millionaire's restaurant, but you take his hand anyway, trying to ignore the warmth flowing through your body at the simplest touch from Jin. 

"I couldn't bring a girl who works at a restaurant to Panda Express, you know?", he explains jokingly, and you try your best to stop from laughing, keeping your glare on determinantly.

"You're unbelievable", you mutter, punching Seokjin's arm half-heartedly as he laughs, making a big deal of limping the rest of the way to the grand entrance of the building, where two well-dressed bodyguards are standing by the doorway.

After you confirm your reservation, the two of you get led inside the restaurant, and you can't stop gaping at the marvelous architecture, your eyes bulging as you walk past dozens of round tables covered in silk white tablecloths, shiny silverware placed placed carefully and glamorous chandeliers giving the room a fairy-like glow.

Jin chuckles a bit at your amazement, endeared by your innocent behaviour, and pulls back the red velvet chair when you reach your table, placed in an intimate corner where no one can pry too much, pushing you down gently when you don't even realize you need to take a seat, his eyes crinkling from smiling.

"You look so amazed, I'm afraid the food will be a disappointment", he says teasingly, and you blush, unable to stop your racing heart at all the kind gestures you're receiving from the other, and the evening just started.

The two of you start looking at the menu, both of you knowing most of the foods on the menu thanks to your job, and talk in between, the two of you filling each other in on everything you don't know about each other as co-workers.

You like talking to Jin. Even before you started crushing on him, he was a role model to you, and probably, to everyone in the restaurant. He came from a very rich family, and he could easily have lived his life doing absolutely nothing, or continuing the work of his business-man father. 

Instead, he chose to open a restaurant, and work as a chef, ignoring what everyone said about him and pursuing his dream from a young age. He became successful and respected, but not because of his parents, because of his own hard work, and you always admired that greatly.

"Oh my God", you moan around another bite of ratatouille, closing your eyes as a symphony of flavors explodes on your tongue, and you hear Jin hum in agreement, the shared dishes you bought quickly running out as you take bite after bite, drinking sips of expensive wine and continuing your conversation as well.

When it's time to go, you don't miss Jin sneakily trying to push his credit card into the waitress' hands, and you frown, fishing out your simple black purse and pulling out your own black card. 

"Hey, why didn't she take mine as well?", you ask with confusion lacing your voice, noticing immediately the way Jin avoided your eyes, taking a too-long sip from his now almost empty glass of wine, before setting it down with a small smile. 

"How about you pay next time?", he suggests, voice nonchalant, but you notice the nervousness underlining it, Jin's slim fingers wrapped too tightly around the glass, his knuckles turning white.

"Next time?", you say, feeling your own cheeks heat up, momentarily forgetting the fact that your crush paid what must be a huge amount of money on your first date, too busy clinging to the 'next time', which you so desperately want to happen.

"Yeah", Jin says, lifting his soft brown eyes up and meeting your own wide ones, his smile now slightly more confident. "I really like you, Y/L/N Y/N."

Min Yoongi:

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, staring at the tall wooden door in front of you. You've been here a hundred times before, but this time felt different, and the thought set a flock of butterflies in your stomach.

You knock on the door before you can overthink it, retracting your hand quickly and tucking it behind your back, rocking on your heels as you listen to the sound of footsteps approaching the entrance slowly.

You smile when the door opens, revealing your life-long childhood friend, and now, your date for tonight. You don't know how many times you've seen Min Yoongi like this, with his messy black hair and pale skin, a small smile on his face, wearing a hoodie two sizes too large on him and basketball shorts, brown eyes concealing his happiness at the sight of you. The only difference is, usually, he doesn't look this nervous.

"Hey", Yoongi scratches the back of his neck, pushing the door open even more to allow you to come in, and then moving aside, and you try not to think too much about his arm brushing yours when you enter, the weird thoughts making your cheeks warm.

"Hey", you hug your friend gently, and even though you've done this many times as well, it feels different, the arms wrapping around you holding a new protectiveness and care. You can't say you don't like it.

"So", you follow Yoongi into the apartment, already knowing this place by heart, and slip into the kitchen to grab a cup of water. "What are we doing today?"

"I thought we could just watch some Netflix, you know. If you want.", Yoongi responds, disappearing in the living room, probably to set up the huge flat screen TV he owns, and you return the glass water bottle to the fridge, entering the living room as well.

"So just Netflix and chill?", you ask, enjoying the way your friend's fingers freeze over the keyboard, before he shoots you a sly smirk that sends shivers down your spine. "If that's what you want."

It's your turn to blush now, and you curse Suga under your breath, choosing not to respond, instead slipping onto the soft blue couch, covering yourself with one of the many fluffy blankets your date prepared beforehand.

Being Yoongi's friend since preschool meant you two were very open with each other. He knew all your problems, fears, secrets, desires, and you did too. It was scary to suddenly feel shy next to the one person you always felt comfortable with, but you can't blame anyone but yourself for falling in love with your best friend.

You don't know when you started looking at Yoongi like a potential lover instead of a friend, but realizing it was the scariest moment in your life. You felt ashamed for feeling like that about your childhood bestie, and alienated yourself from him in hopes it will get your mind to work properly.

But Yoongi, being Yoongi, didn't let you hide away, and after you wouldn't answer his calls or texts for two weeks, he came to your house, surprising the shit out of you, and demanded to know what this was all about. 

You knew he wouldn't accept a lie, so you went for the truth and hoped that he would somehow forgive you and your friendship will overcome this obstacle. What you didn't expect however, was Yoongi mumbling a tired 'pabo' before he pulled you close, pressing a searing kiss to your lips that had you gasping for air. 'I like you, too. More than a friend.', he said. And now you were here.

"You good?", Yoongi's curious voice shoots you out of your thoughts, and you snap your head up to meet his amused, yet somewhat concerned expression. "Yeah, sorry", you mumble, shooting him a small smile, and he nods, passing you a bowl of popcorn before sliding into the spot next to you, close enough to feel his body heat, but not quite touching.

The movie starts after that, the two of you concentrating on the plot. Yoongi chose a random action-thriller and it was so good you completely forgot about the popcorn in your hands and the now-cold pizza on the table, your mouth agape and eyes wide as you stare at the blaring television screen.

In the corner of your mind, you're aware of Yoongi shuffling next to you, as if something's bothering him, and you almost turn to snap at him for ruining your concentration when there's a sturdy arm pulling you closer to a warm chest, and you feel your cheeks burn. Oh my God.

You try not to breathe when Yoongi pulls you even closer, albeit hesitantly, until you're practically cuddling, both of you wrapped in fuzzy blankets and Suga's arms wrapped around your stomach firmly, his lips so close to your hair you feel light-headed.

"Is this okay?", he whispers after a few more seconds of silence, and you gulp, the older's deep voice giving you goosebumps and sending chills down your spine.

"Yeah", you answer, because it is, it's perfect, even if your body is tense like a ruler and you can't quite get yourself to relax into Yoongi's hold.

"Y/N.", Yoongi's firm voice, not leaving you a choice but to turn and look into his mysterious dark eyes, his pink lips hovering over yours. "Can I kiss you?", he asks simply, not beating around the bush, and your heart combusts in your chest, your breath quickening.

"Yeah", you answer, voice shaky, and it seems like everything disappears, the movie long forgotten and fading in the background as Yoongi reaches for you, tilting your chin up gently until your lips brush slightly, like the touch of a butterfly.

And then he's kissing you harder, his hand sliding higher to cup your cheek, and you turn around even more in his hold, until you're practically sitting in his lap, your own arms locking behind his neck.

"Let's not make this weird", he breathes out when he pulls away from you after a few seconds, slightly panting, his lips tainted bright red from your little make out session. "I want you, Y/L/N Y/N."

Jung Hoseok:

Blind dates were never really your thing. You hated the feeling of insecurity that came with blind dates, the burning curiosity in your chest and the awkwardness.

Which is why the first time your best friend suggested you go out with a guy she met at her new zumba class, who also happened to be the instructor, you were quick to say no. 

You were laying on her lap, the two of you sprawled on your ratty blue couch in your shared apartment, and you were complaining to her about your exams this week, and how you were positive astronomy was going to kill you. 

It took you a few minutes of angry rambling to realize that your friend was hardly listening to what you had said, nodding half-assedly and humming at random times, her mind obviously busy with something else.

"What are you thinking about?", you demanded to know, sitting up so the two of you were face to face and pointing at her accusingly. "You hardly heard a word I said."

"I did.", Y/F/N defended herself quickly, "Your life sucks", she elaborated, wincing when you raise an unconvinced eyebrow at her, not buying the whole innocent facade.

"Okay, fine, I was thinking about something.", she admitted, smiling at you sheepishly before moving to hold your hands in hers, an action that only succeeded in raising your suspicions even more.

"I know you don't like this kind of thing", she started slowly, and your confused expression turned into a frustrated one, already knowing where this conversation was headed.

"But you know how I started taking a dance class recently?", she asked, and you nodded despite the urge to cover your ears and ignore this conversation. 

"Well, my dance instructor is super cute, like a literal sunshine. And the fact that he's super hot and an amazing dancer is just the cherry on top to his perfect personality.", Y/F/N said so enthusiastically, it almost broke your heart to interrupt her fantasies. 

"So I thought, if you want, I could set the two of you up for a blind date? I already checked if he's single.", your friend asked hopefully, puppy eyes on full display, and you sighed, shaking your head.

You were thankful to Y/F/N for always taking care of you, you really were. Since she started dating her boyfriend a year and a half ago, she's been trying to set you up with lots of guys, maybe because she didn't want the moment she moves in with her partner to be hard on you, which you knew was getting closer judging by the increased amount of guys she talked to you about.

 But you just weren't looking for a guy right now. The last thing you need this year is another distraction from finally getting your degree and finishing uni.

"Y/F/N, he sounds great, but I'm just not interested, okay?", you said gently, but your tone left no room for argument, and judging by the way the light in your friend's eyes dimmed slightly, a small pout growing on her face, you knew she understood there's no point to continue this conversation.

"Okay", she sighed defeatedly, and you smile at her thankfully, returning to your previous lying position, and the two of you ditched the topic, moving on to see some cheesy rom-com on Netflix.

Unfortunately, your best friend ditched the topic for exactly two days. Since then, she brought up that freaking dance instructor every day for the next two weeks, stopping when you called her out for it only to continue the next day. 

Maybe it's the annoyance that brings you to say yes, or the notion that actually going on a bad date will prove to your best friend that there's no point to meddle in your life. Either way, much to your best friend's happiness, you agree to go on a coffee date with him.

You tug on your ripped blue jeans, feeling slightly uncomfortable in your unusually attractive fit. You don't even remember when was the last time you dressed up for someone, although you had to admit it was refreshing to look good for once, and not feel like a couch potato in the same sweatpants and blank t-shirts.

It's a pretty day today, the perfect day to grab a coffee at a local coffee shop with a friend or a significant other, and it's kind of sad that you're going to be wasting your time on some guy who will never want you for another date.

You cross the street, heading towards the cafe where you know Hoseok is waiting, and ignore the painful churning in your stomach and the constant buzz of your phone, signaling becoming messages from your BFF, who's probably reminding you to be nice and text her the second you get out of there. 

The cafe is one you visit many times with your friend, a cozy shop with small round tables, potted plants and soft jazz music in the background. You push open the door to the store, the familiar bell signaling your arrival, and wave at the workers you already came to know, who smile back at you before continuing with their jobs.

Your friend described Hoseok as tall and lean, with brown hair and eyes that crinkle when he smiles, so you look around, searching for a matching face and freezing when you spot it. But that can't be him. He's way too hot to be on a blind date with you.

The man is sitting in the far end of the coffee shop, the golden light streaming through the large glass windows giving his tanned skin an angelic shine. He's scrolling through his phone, a small pout on his full lips, and his hair is a dark brown, almost black, parted in the middle and streaming down his face in shiny waves. 

There are silver glasses perched on the edge of his nose, and he's wearing olive green wide denim pants, tucked into an oversized t-shirt that did nothing to hide his small waist and bulging biceps. All in all, he was a total snack. And way out of your league.

But another glance at the cafe proves to you that, despite the absurdity of the situation, this guy was your only option, unless Y/F/N set you up with a grandma or a black-haired teen, which wouldn't surprise you as much as it should.

You feel your heart practically beat its way out of your chest, the need to run out of the coffee shop and back into your safe apartment growing the more you look at the handsome man. But that wouldn't be fair, not to your friend or your date. So you stay.

Gathering all the courage you have left, you walk hesitantly towards the table, the young man not noticing you yet, his eyes still fixed on his phone where he is typing away furiously. You clear your throat awkwardly. "Hello."

The dark-haired man in front of you startles from his daze, snapping wide brown eyes to you, before breaking into an unexpectedly bright grin, showing off two rows of straight white teeth and an adorable dimple.

"You must be Y/N!", he exclaims, getting out of his seat to shake your hand enthusiastically, the glimmer in his eyes not disappearing for a second. "I'm Jung Hoseok, but you can call me J-hope if you like."

You nod shyly, the other's bright attitude and overflowing charisma taking you by surprise, and let the young man pull your chair out for you dramatically, a small smile making its way on your face as you slide into the comfortable seat.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice you, I was just taking care of some work-related things", he explains with a guilty expression, and you shake your head quickly. "It's all good", you say, waving your hand dismissively, and your heart beat rises slightly when the other's worried expression turns into a wide smile once again, J-hope sighing in relief.

"So, you're a dance instructor, right?", you ask as a way to start the conversation, noting the way J-hope's eyes turn impossibly bright at your question, an unmistakable passion glimmering in his eyes. 

You listen as J-hope explains to you all about how he got to his career, why he loves it so much and where he wants to go with it in the future. To your surprise, you listen with fascination, J-hope's excitement and sincerity captivating you completely. It was obvious dancing was the only career for him.

You have to admit that he's adorable, with his cute hand gestures and face expressions, and he's a complete gentleman as well, ordering for you first and asking you about your major and what you want to be doing in the future with so much interest, you actually start to believe that you have something to tell.

The conversation never seems to die down, the two of you talking passionately about the most random topics for what seems like hours, the sun slowly setting without you even noticing, the food you ordered also forgotten. 

You think it's the most you've laughed for a while with someone who wasn't Y/F/N, and the most you've talked about yourself so openly, but you can't seem to mind when Hoseok smiles at you like that, leaning his head on the palm of his hand as he stares at you with something scarily close to fondness.

When you finally exit the shop it's already pretty late, the last birds chirping their goodbyes and people already coming back home from work, the roads filled with cars and crowds of fast-walking men and women.

The two of you walk side-by-side after Hoseok insists on escorting you to your car, despite his being the opposite direction, and it dawns on you that you actually would really, really like another date with this charming man.

"Actually…", you're already in front of your small red Jeep when Hoseok speaks up, and for the first time today he looks insecure, his gaze flitting away from your face and to the black asphalt. "I was wondering if I could get your number?"

There's a hidden meaning behind his question, a hope for more than just one date, and you're so happy you could dance right now, but you stop yourself, instead smiling so wide you think you break your jaw. "I was hoping you'd ask."

Kim Namjoon:

"Are you sure you're okay with this?", you ask Y/F/N hesitantly for the tenth time, your hand hovering over the doorknob as you await her response. 

Your best friend snorts, rolling her eyes slightly at your overly worried behaviour. "For the last time, it's okay. I'm honestly surprised he asked you out only last week considering he's been drooling all over you since we became friends.", she says sarcastically, a mischievous smile on her delicate face, and you blush furiously, pushing her weakly as revenge.

Going on a date with your best friend's brother was pretty awkward, but it seemed like you were the only one sharing that thought. Y/F/N looks scarily nonchalant right now, standing by the door in her unicorn onesie, her brown hair tied into a messy bun, sipping on her cup of coffee, like she always does in the morning. 

Namjoon and you met when your best friend invited you over to a family barbecue a few years ago. It was the first time you were going to meet her family, and you already knew she had an older brother and two more younger siblings. But your excuse of a best friend never told you that her older brother was amazingly attractive and a perfect gentleman.

The fat crush you have on Namjoon was probably there since the first day you set eyes on his face, with the adorable dimples and the melanin skin, but you pushed it down, knowing that falling in love with your best friend's brother was just plain wrong. 

But how could you not fall in love with him, when he was everything you ever wanted in a guy? Intelligent, a good listener, handsome, a hard worker and a family guy, always looking out for his parents and younger siblings. 

Honestly, you had no idea he felt the same, even if you caught him sending you soft smiles when he thought you weren't looking, or staring at your lips when you talked, but you ignored these moments, excusing it as attraction and nothing more.

When Namjoon asked you out, after two and half years of you knowing each other, your best friend already knew about it, since he wanted to ask for her permission to take you out. Just when you thought you couldn't be more in love with him.

You hug your friend one last time, tightly, as a sign of gratitude and maybe also apology, and she hugs you back just as tight, even if she laughs and says teasingly: "Just go already."

So you go, shutting the door behind you and walking towards the elevator of your building, your stomach filled with butterflies as you enter the empty elevator, pressing on the first floor.

You stare at your reflection in the large mirrors, anxiously tugging at your checkered plaid skirt, which you thought went well with the cream-colored sweater you had on, but now doubts fill your head, and you curse silently, turning away from your image.

Rushing out of the elevator, you spot Namjoon waiting in the lobby of your apartment building, rocking on his heels as he whistles a tune absentmindedly, his hands tucked in the pockets of his slacks.

He looks handsome like always, wearing beige slacks that compliment his long legs, a white shirt and a green denim jacket to top off the look, and his dirty blonde hair is perfectly combed to show his forehead, soft strands framing his sculptured face.

Before you can even reach him, Namjoon notices you, his brown eyes widening and a smile adorning his lips, the deep dimples in his cheeks popping out. "Y/N!"

You smile when you reach the other, walking into his outstretched arms, the gentle, protective hug he gives you warming your heart, and you let your own hands wrap around his strong torso, standing on your tiptoes and burying your face in his neck, so you can smell the nice scent of his cologne, sandalwood and blueberries.

"Hey", you say when you break the hug, still standing close enough to feel the body heat radiating from the taller man, see the warmth twinkling in his brown orbs. "Where are we going today?"

"I thought we'd just take a walk. I know a really nice place not so far from here, and I bought sandwiches in case we get hungry", he adds with an adorable smile, waving a small metal container, and you laugh at the pride in his face, knowing Namjoon was literally banned from the kitchen in his family's house, since that one time he made the toaster explode.

"I love that idea", you say honestly, your own wide grin splitting your face, and you can't help but add with a teasing tone: "And I can't wait to taste your sandwiches."

The two of you start walking then, and it's the perfect weather outside, a beautiful morning in the fall, when there's this chilliness in the air, but the sun is still shining from above, so you can still walk peacefully without worrying too much about a coat or heavy clothing.

You walk for something like ten minutes until you reach a pretty park you've never seen before, despite it being so close to your home. It's quiet, with a simple brick trail leading into it, wooden benches and an assortment of trees, the green almost blinding in the midst of the hustling city around you.

The two of you spend time talking, something you would gladly do all day with Namjoon, his smart takes on life and his opinions on the most trivial matters all fascinating to you, giving you whole other points of view you never considered. 

When you get tired and hungry, you sit down on one of the benches, and Namjoon opens the small container he brought, taking out two delicious looking sandwiches with salami and a bunch of vegetables, the bread almost bursting from the generous amount.

The two of you eat, the conversation not ceasing for a second, and you're enjoying this way too much, loving the peaceful atmosphere surrounding you two, the chirp of the birds and the absence of people.

"I hate to do this, but I have a shift soon, so we should start heading back", Namjoon says sorrowfully when the sun is already in the middle of the sky, his eyes showing actual sadness at the thought of this date ending, and you can't help but feel the same, a small pout growing on your lips. 

"Of course. It's been hours anyway.", you say, putting on a cheerful smile that probably seems forced, because Namjoon smiles at you fondly, getting up from the bench before taking your hand hesitantly in his, the warmth of it seeping through your skin, tightening his hold around you when you don't pull back.

"I'll take you back home", the older says gently, and you let him pull you up, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks with your dark hair as you start walking again, back to the entrance to the park.

When you reach the entrance of your building, it seems like there's many unsaid words hovering between the two of you, Namjoon avoiding your eyes while you bite your lip shyly, playing with your long fingers.

"I had a great time today", Namjoon says after a few more moments of silence. "And I'd really like to take you out again.", he continues, a cute blush forming on his cheeks as he stutters nervously. "If you'd like to, of course."

"I'd love to", you breathe out, and Namjoon grins, relieved, pulling on your interlocked arms to close the space between the two of you, before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, so soft you think you might have imagined it. 

When he pulls back, you're pretty sure the two of you look like some teenagers in high school, blushing furiously. Namjoon studies you for a moment, eyes warm, before saying: "I'm really lucky I met you, Y/L/N Y/N."

Park Jimin:

When your best friend said her friend, a music major like her who she met through the university, was coming over to study, you expected a shy young man, maybe with round glasses, lean and tall, wearing plaid shirts and baggy jeans.

You didn't expect him to have silver hair, a muscular body easily seen through his purposely tight clothes, and full pink lips that curved into a flirty smile. Said music major knocked on your front door wearing a dangerous all-black outfit, skinny jeans, a tight golf sweater and a leather jacket, and he looked like a mafia leader in a drama, if it weren't for the colorful notebooks in his hands.

"Hi, I'm Park Jimin. Is Y/F/N here?", the young man said with a surprisingly sweet voice, his dark eyes examining you closely before flitting back to meet your wide eyes. 

You gulp, hating yourself for answering the door wearing freaking checkered sweatpants that you should probably burn, and a loose gray shirt that made you look like a sack. And let's not even talk about the bird nest on top of your head.

"Uh- Yeah, yeah, she's in her room", you stutter, feeling your cheeks burn when the man smirks at your awkward behaviour, his eyes twinkling like he knew exactly what you were thinking.

"Thanks", he says simply, sending you an adorable eye smile, the complete opposite of the sexy smirk from seconds ago, before disappearing down the hallway, with you staring at his broad back dumbly until he disappeared from view.

Since that day, Jimin came to your apartment frequently, Y/F/N smiling slyly whenever she mentioned how eager her classmate was to come over, something he never wanted before.

You and Jimin's talks were limited to the usual greetings and the occasional small talk when your best friend would get stuck in the bathroom, something she seemed to do more and more frequently as time passed.

You did learn however, that the intimidating aura Jimin first gave off when you met him, was nothing like his personality. Sure, he was flirty, randomly throwing you compliments about how beautiful you are that make your face explode, but he was mostly a giggly softie, almost baby-like in his behaviour, with his cute gestures and way of talking.

Apparently, unlike your best friend who specializes in a variety of instruments, Jimin was a dancer and a singer, and you actually saw him performing one time, from a video Y/F/N sent you when he was practicing, and it was honestly jaw-dropping. The more you knew Jimin, the more you liked him, and it was a big problem considering he was way out of your league.

So when Jimin shows up one evening at your apartment, wearing a huge green bomber jacket and ripped jeans, his nose red from the cold and now-brown hair covered in a black beanie, you can't help but be slightly confused.

"Y/F/N's not here right now", you say apologetically, concealing your surprise that Jimin came here without talking to your friend beforehand, the opposite of his usually organized behaviour.

"Actually, I came here for you", Jimin says with a sly smile, and you blanch, staring at him for a second dumbfoundedly before saying dumbly: "Oh."

Jimin seems to notice your helplessness, because he smiles at you gently, motioning vaguely at the inside of your house. "Can I come in? It's really cold outside."

"Oh! Of course, sorry.", you blush, muttering more apologizes as you move aside, letting Jimin enter the house and trying to ignore the way his hand brushes yours on the way in. 

Jimin entered the house, sitting down on the comfortable gray couch in your small living room, and looked at you almost nervously before clearing his throat, his fingers fiddling restlessly on his lap as he waited for you to take a seat in front of him.

"So… Are you coming to the music major performance next week?", Jimin starts, his voice hopeful as he looks at you with wide brown eyes, the sight so adorable you almost coo.

The end of the year performance of the music majors is basically the biggest event of the year, to them and to everyone else. Their participants and their performance is crucial to their grade, so it's a really big deal. Y/F/N had been practicing day and night for weeks now, walking around your apartment like a zombie who lives on espresso. You assume that Jimin wasn't any better.

"Of course I am. There's literally no excuse except death that'll make Y/F/N forgive me for not coming.", you snort, and Jimin laughs, his eyes crinkling. "Right, stupid of me to even ask."

You talk for a few more minutes about the performance before Jimin seems to get nervous again, the continuous movements of his hands returning, his mind wandering elsewhere.

"You good? It looks like you're hiding something.", you ask, voice teasing but tinged with worry, and Jimin sighs heavily, cracking his knuckles before looking up at you.

"Actually, I wanted to ask if you'd be my date? For the after party. All the music majors go to a nice bar in the city, and I thought if you'd like to come with me…", Jimin's nervous rambling turns into a quiet murmur by the end of the sentence, his cheeks sporting a light blush as he avoids your eyes.

You stare at him, not quite understanding the situation. Park Jimin, the heartthrob of the campus, your best friend's friend, and the most talented man you've ever met, was asking you out. 

Jimin's awkward cough is what snaps you out of your shock, meeting his expectant eyes with your own wide ones. "Yeah, I'll go with you.", you manage to say, your cheeks reddening when Jimin breaks into an attractive smile, letting out a relieved sigh.

"Damn, you really had me worried there", he says with a breathless laugh, running a hand through his shiny brown hair, the strands falling over his eyes messily, and you giggle, looking down at your lap.

The two of you end up talking some more, the night flying by as you Jimin tells you about the upcoming performance, which is rumored to be the best one since the university was first opened. When he finally leaves, sending you a sweet smile as he exits your apartment, you can't wait for next week to come.

And now you were here, your throat hurting from all the screams that came out of it during the performance, the images of a sweaty black-haired Jimin, wearing a see-through white mesh shirt and black dress pants, hugging his strong thighs perfectly, not leaving your mind for a second.

Y/F/N was amazing as well, obviously, and you gave her a bucket of red roses she probably already saw that morning as a congratulatory gift, but she still smiles gratefully and hugs you tightly, her face practically shining with happiness.

"Y/N!", you turn at the sound of the soft voice, grinning when you see an excited Jimin skipping his way to you, now changed into a loose denim shirt and his familiar black skinny jeans.

You don't hesitate to leap at him, ignoring the smell of sweat still clinging to his skin or the fact that any other day you would never act so bold. "You were amazing today. Seriously, Jimin I'm speechless", you mumble into his chest, your arms wrapped tightly around his torso as he laughs, his own hands encircling your small waist. 

"Thank you. I'm really happy you're here.", he says honestly, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes, his arms not leaving your waist.

The two of you go with the rest of the music majors to a bar in a bus the school rented for the night, the whole ride filled with excited chatter and scream of happiness. You sit in the back between Jimin and Y/F/N, happily listening to them talk about the performance, still high on the adrenaline.

The bar is a small, nice place, with good music and clean wooden tables, formally dressed barmen treating customers with an assortment of different alcohols. 

Y/F/N goes to sit with the rest of her classmates, after sending you a not so discreet wink and a pat on the ass, leaving you and Jimin alone by a table in the side of the room, Jimin ordering the two of you bottles of soju and glasses of champagne.

You spend the night talking with Jimin, and then after you get drunk, laughing stupidly about nothing and everything, leaning on the young man's shoulder when you get tired, the late hour having its effect on you.

"Let's get you home, hmm?", you hear the older mumble next to your ear, and then there are strong arms picking you up carefully, making sure not to jostle you too much, and Jimin's sturdy figure supports you gently as you walk out of the bar slowly. 

The ride home is rather quiet, with you leaning on Jimin the whole way home, your head buried in the crook of his neck and his hand wrapped around your shoulder gently, humming a soft tune into your hair.

Jimin takes you all the way to your apartment, going as far as opening the door for you, before he brings you in for a sweet hug, rubbing your back gently. "I had a lot of fun today", he mumbles above your head, and you hum, pulling back to look him in the eye.

"I hope this isn't a one time thing", your tipsy self says with confidence you could never have, and Jimin chuckles, brushing a dark strand of hair away from your eyes carefully. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Kim Taehyung:

"So, where are you going to meet the guy?", Y/F/N asks curiously, following you out of the bathroom where you were combing your wet black hair and into your bedroom, trying to match her walking to your hurried strides.

"He suggested we go to some famous art gallery in the city", you say half-mindedly, struggling to pull up your leather knee high boots as your friend whistles lowly with appreciation beside you. "Damn, he's a man with taste."

You nod, barely hearing your friend as you look at your reflection in the mirror, biting your lip as you contemplate whether you went too far with your outfit, the short black dress and long beige trench coat suddenly feeling like too much.

"You look great", your friend interrupts your thoughts, her excited expression now changing into a more understanding one, her eyes glistening with comfort. "First online dates are always nerve-wracking.", she adds knowingly, patting your hair gently with a soft smile before exiting the room and letting you finish freaking out by yourself.

Online dating was terrifying, you have to admit. When you first saw the picture of the model-like man on your Tinder, asking for you to swipe right, you were hesitant. Men like this don't need dating apps to get girls, that's for sure, so you were scared he was just another guy who uses a picture of some hot dude as his own, trying to lure women into his trap.

You probably would have let him go too, if it wasn't for his bio that piqued your interest. Apparently, the guy did modeling as a part-time job, and he was also an "independent artist", knowing how to sing and play a few instruments. He was a dog person and his dream is to design clothes, and his other hobbies are: sightseeing, photography, and painting. 

Anyone who has just a bit of sense would never miss out on a guy like that, so you swipe right on this Taehyung guy and hope that he's not a fraud. The two of you start talking through the app, and he sends you a lot of selfies of him and his dog, Yeontan, giving you more confidence that he was actually who he said he was.

Now, after you've been talking for a few months, he finally suggested going out for a first date, which made you extremely stressed. From texts alone, Taehyung seemed like a talented, kind, funny young man, and you had great chemistry, your conversations always filled with passion, even when it came to the weirdest topics, but that can change completely when you actually meet.

You sigh, making your way out of your apartment building, hugging your coat closer to you when another wind raises goosebumps on your tanned skin as you wait for a taxi to arrive.

The ride to the gallery takes a bit of time, so you text Taehyung quickly, telling him you're on your way and he responds saying he's already there, suggesting you meet by the entrance of the museum.

When you reach the destination, you thank the taxi driver, quickly handing him the money you owed him before exiting the car, your eyes immediately searching for Taehyung's tall form while you walk towards the fancy building, the interior lit with bright lights.

"Taehyung-ssi?", you ask hesitantly when you reach a man with a white mask on his face, fluffy dark hair barely showing thick eyebrows and soft brown eyes. He's wearing something you would imagine Taehyung, the fashion expert, would wear: mustard-colored slacks, a light gray knit sweater, a checkered scarf and a long dark-grey coat, nearly brushing his ankles.

"Y/N?", the man says with a voice so deep it sends shivers down your spine, and you gulp, nodding shyly at the man, who takes off his mask to reveal his face after hearing your positive answer.

Somehow, Taehyung is even more handsome face-to-face, and you feel yourself blush even more when you're met with the guy for the first time, merely a feet away from you. You can't help but admire the golden skin, the pretty mole on his nose, the perfect nose and the inviting heart-shaped lips, awed by the fact that you met this god through a dating app.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N", Taehyung says with a small smile, and the only thing you can do is agree, still mesmerized by the other's sheer beauty. "Shall we go in?", he asks, pointing at the museum with a slender hand, and you nod once again, following him into the large building.

The two of you walk slowly, talking in hushed voices as you enter the gallery, where more people are already admiring the variety of works, from art critics holding pen and paper to couples walking with hands interlocked, flitting from piece to piece with admiring eyes.

To your relief, there isn't an awkward atmosphere, the conversation between the two of you going great once you loosen up a bit. Taehyung asks a lot of questions you didn't discuss online, and also brings up topics that he wants to know your opinion about, along with saying his thoughts on the different art works, where Taehyung got to show off his obviously wide knowledge, talking to you about textures, and colors, and more things you don't understand, but interest you nevertheless.

Taehyung tells you about how he also paints here and there, amongst his other interests, going by the artistic name 'V', a symbol of success and victory, and you're fascinated by the man in front of you, who seems so thoughtful and intelligent, yet somewhat innocent, with his sparkly puppy eyes and curious nature.

When you finally exit the gallery, it's close to closing time, and the two of you head down the street, not wanting the night to end quite yet, so you go buy a cup of green tea from a small, cozy store close to the museum. You sit on one of the empty tables in the shop, sipping on the piping hot liquid and letting more time pass by as you laugh and chat.

"Text me when you get home, okay?", Taehyung says when you slide into the cab, a small frown on his face, clearly not pleased by the fact the two of you are parting ways. Not that you're any better, but his worry warms your heart, and you smile, an idea popping in your head.

"How about you give me your number?", you suggest shyly, before adding stupidly. "In case something happens… It's faster, you know?"

Taehyung chuckles at that, and the sound is so hot and lovely you can feel yourself burning up, the other nodding his head with a boxy smile you came to be obsessed with. "Definitely. That's a great idea."

Jeon Jungkook:

"Are you ready to go?", the soft voice makes you raise your head up from where you're packing your things into your small leather bag, meeting Jungkook's slightly nervous doe eyes, a shy smile on his pink lips.

"Yeah", you smile at the other gently, slinging your bag on one shoulder before walking over to the young man, admiring the way Jungkook's eyes sparkle when he looks at you, following your movements carefully, a habit of his since you met.

When you first started your chemistry class, you didn't understand why the university's bad boy was staring at you all the time, with dark eyes and a serious expression. It was rather intimidating, especially after you heard the whispered rumors of him breaking girls' hearts wherever he went, so you immediately thought he hated you.

Jeon Jungkook was the typical hot emo guy, the kind who girls love to fall for, even more because it seems hopeless, every woman wanting to be the one to steal his heart and get him out of his private bubble. He always came to class with earphones deep in his ears, ignoring the looks from the rest of the thirsty, or just plain curious, students, wearing all-black outfits, his long dark hair falling over his eyes in soft waves.

He hardly spoke in class, and it didn't seem like he listened too much either, most of the time with his earphones in, or doodling something on his notebook. Yet, you accidentally saw his test once when the teacher was passing by, and it was a straight A. Basically, Jeon Jungkook was a mystery, one you did your best not to fall for. The last thing you wanted was to be like the rest of his crazy fangirls on campus.

So imagine your surprise when Jungkook came up to you after class, running a hand through his black hair, probably a nervous habit of his, as he stopped in front of your desk, his aura screaming discomfort.

"Um… hi", you said when the young man didn't make a move to say anything, instead just staring at you with wide eyes, feet tapping against the floor as if he was ready to run any second now.

Your voice seemed to startle the other from his daze, and he blinked owlishly, gulping hard before blatantly asking: "Do you want to go out with me?"

You stared at the other, frozen, eyes wide and cheeks blushing, your beating heart proving to you that despite how much you tried, Jeon Jungkook still managed to slither his way into your feelings effortlessly. "Excuse me?"

"Do you want to go out with me?", Jungkook repeated, more confidently now, his eyes locked with yours, hard on the outside but also showing vulnerability, fear of rejection, and everything suddenly makes sense. 

The fact that Jeon Jungkook avoided you even more than he avoided others, the constant staring, the blushing when your eyes accidentally met or when you sat next to him in the back row. It was all because he liked you. How ironic. 

And the thing is, you now fully understood that you like him, too. Talking with him solidified the feelings you were pushing away, so you took a deep breath before smiling gently and saying: "Yes."

Jungkook's eyes widened then, as if he didn't actually expect you to say yes, as if you were the university's heartthrob and not the other way around, as if he wasn't the most endearing person on the planet, with his surprised Pikachu face and his tattooed hands clenched into a small fists, his nerves getting the best of him.

And then Jeon Jungkook broke into a smile, one that you hadn't gotten the opportunity to see since the start of the year, and your heart positively melted in your chest, the cute bunny teeth and the crinkling eyes too much to handle. 

"Okay", he breathed out, playing with the strap of his black backpack for a second before raising his head to you. "So… I'll see you tomorrow?", he asked hesitantly, and it felt like the awkward air around you finally cleared away, after half a year of stolen glances and hidden thoughts. 

"Yeah.", you smiled widely, and Jungkook eyes seemed to soften even more, the high walls around them finally crumbling down, and he waved at you one last time, almost shyly, before disappearing in the hallway, leaving you alone with your frantically beating heart and blushing cheeks.

And now here you are, after a two more weeks where you and Jungkook sat next to each other every class, managing to attract the attention of the whole campus, who wondered how Y/L/N Y/N, the most average girl, succeeded in winning over Jeon Jungkook. Honestly, you were wondering the same thing.

Jeon Jungkook was nothing like the cold-hearted lone wolf everyone made him out to be. He just happened to be really shy, but he had a few close friends who he introduced to you one day at lunch, and next to them he was another person, one that laughs a lot and acts silly and gets babied all the time for being the youngest in the group.

Jungkook takes you on your first date to a fair, which is perfect for both of you, since you both happen to like thrills and competitions rather than a candle-lit dinner. You go there in Jungkook's black Toyota jeep, singing to the pop music playing on the radio and talking about what you'll do first when you reach the fair.

You fix your striped black-and-white crop top and denim shorts when you exit the car, the heat of mid August hitting you the second you get away from the refreshing air conditioner in the vehicle, and you huff, thankful for your short clothes.

Jungkook is dressed comfortably as well, adding a pop of color to his usually all-black fit by matching his oversized black shirt with ripped blue jeans that hug his thighs in all the right ways, and brown Timberlands. 

"Where should we go first?", he asks you after closing the car door, the sun reflecting on his shiny hair as he walks towards you with light steps, his eyes twinkling with undeniable excitement. 

You look at all the attractions in the fair: a huge ferris wheel, various food stands, a stage for musical acts, horses, all sorts of games and arts and crafts. "Everything looks fun", you say honestly, and Jungkook hums in agreement before grinning at you. "Let's check it out!"

The two of you enter the fair, walking close enough for your hands to brush, going to whatever happens to catch your eyes, with you pulling an amused Jungkook to pet a bunch of fluffy rabbits, cooing softly at the adorable animals while your classmate stares at you fondly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You do every game in the park, and because Jungkook is a competitive ass, he wins you every prize in the fair, your hands filled to the brim with plushies and keychains. You go the different rides, sitting close together on the Ferris wheel, your thighs pressed together, looking with awe at all the ant-people scurrying around and the orange sun starting to set in the horizon.

The atmosphere is light and humorous, Jungkook being the funniest person you've ever met and a crackhead in disguise, and there isn't a full moment, Jungkook going as far as participating in a hot-dog eating contest, beating a bunch of 5 year old kids with a trumphiant expression. 

"I'm so tired", Jungkook comments when the two of you are sitting on the soft grass, eating cream doughnuts sold only in the fair, the sun already halfway drowned in the ocean, the last rays tickling your skin gently. 

"Me too", you agree, brushing the powdered sugar off your fingers, and staring at the slowly emptying park, the different stands already starting to close, ready to open again tomorrow.

"Y/N…", Jungkook starts hesitantly after a few more minutes of silence, and you turn to him expectantly, meeting his soft brown eyes with your own. "I just wanted you to know… I really like you. And I hope you'll let me take you out again."

You think about Jungkook, who was acting like the perfect gentleman the whole day, making sure you weren't too hot, making you laugh continuously and paying for everything. "I like you too, Kookie. A lot."

Got7 reaction to you swearing:

Mark:

"Hey baby, you wanna go get ice cream?", Mark asks, staring at your curled up figure on the couch, scrolling through your phone mindlessly. You seem to be in a bad mood today because of your period, so your boyfriend was trying to cheer you up in the best way he knows: food. He shouldn't be too surprised when you jump up from the sofa, flinging the fuzzy blanket off your body carelessly, but the words you say afterwards are what shocks him. "Fuck, yes!", you shout, your dark hair cascading down your back messily and your hands clasped together tightly in front of your chest, your adorably happy expression not matching the sentence you used.Mark stares at you speechlessly, his eyes slightly wide with shock and his mouth open. You on the other hand, don't even realize that you cursed, the hormones making you forget your own strict 'no cursing' policy, and skip to the door, only turning your head when you realize your boyfriend isn't following you. "Are you coming?", you question, your eyebrows furrowed cutely in confusion and your hand on the doorknob, grasping the cold metal. Mark stares at you for another second, his brown eyes impossibly soft before he shakes his head, a fond smile spreading on his full lips. "Yeah, I'm coming.", he says, finding the badass side of you cute and interesting, and your innocent and oblivious behavior afterwards even more.

Jaebum:

Jaebum looks down at your drowsy face with a soft smile, watching as your eyelids droop slightly only to widen a second later, revealing your dark irises. The two of you were supposed to have a movie night, but you found yourself talking on the couch instead, giggling about random things as the television plays in the background.Now you were laying between your boyfriend's legs, your chin propped on his broad chest as he runs his nimble fingers through your dark hair, his other hand stroking your lower back absentmindedly. "You should go home, you're nodding off", Jaebum mumbles gently, knowing it was impossible to wake you up after you fall asleep, and you groan, your lips jutting out cutely at the thought of leaving your lover's warm arms and going back to your cold, empty apartment. "Why can't I sleep here?", you whine shamelessly, rubbing your nose against the soft fabric of Jaebum's gray sleeping shirt, and he chuckles, poking your cheek gently. "You have class tomorrow in the morning. I can't let you ditch.", he explains softly but firmly, leaving no room for arguments, and you groan, for once regretting having such an amazing boyfriend who remembers your schedule better than his own. "Oh shit, I forgot about that.", you exclaim, slapping your forehead before looking up at Jaebum, whose eyebrows are raised slightly, his expression somewhat impressed. "What?", you ask, knowing the answer even before your boyfriend shakes his head, snapping out of his surprised state. "Nothing. I just never heard you curse before.", he explains, and you blush, looking down, internally blaming your tiredness for your slip. "Hey, it's fine, I curse too. I guess it'll just take some time to get used to.", your boyfriend hurriedly says when he sees your embarrassment, and you smile at that, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. "I'm not as innocent as you think, Im Jaebum."

Jackson:

Jackson laughs as he sprints at you, his bare feet hitting the ground rhythmically as you screech, desperately trying to escape your boyfriend's flour-covered hands. The two of you attempted to bake a cake earlier today, and of course that simple task ended in the kitchen looking like a war zone, flour and eggs covering the parquet floor. Attempting to clean up the house just led to another deadly chase, Jackson hot on your heels as you try to avoid his batter-covered figure. You choke, trying to swallow as much air as possible when you collapse on your king-sized bed, too tired and laughing too hard to continue running. "Princess, didn't anybody tell you this isn't the royal palace? You're too clean for us poorlings.", Jackson says with a gleeful grin, advancing towards you slowly, his white fingers wiggling with hidden expectations. "Oh, piss off.", you blurt out, kicking your feet in the air helplessly as you try to scare off your boyfriend. And Jackson does freeze in his place, but it's most certainly not because of your bare feet. You jump in your spot when your boyfriend screams loudly, just as you're about to question his weird behaviour, his mouth open wide and eyes showing betrayal, and you only understand his reaction when he points at you with a shaky finger. "You just cursed!", he exclaims loudly, and you gape at him, the realization slowly dawning on you. You did curse. It was nothing like you, you were always such a pure soul, polite and careful with your words, to the point Jackson was always joking that you were an actual princess because of your perfect behaviour. Before you can start explaining yourself, Jackson yells again, successfully cutting off your line of thought. "You're a foul-mouthed princess!"

Jinyoung:

"Baby, I have a surprise.", Jinyoung announces, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you raise your head from its place on your boyfriend's shoulder, placing your phone on the couch before looking at Jinyoung warily. "What is it?", you ask, feeling nervous despite knowing that it's definitely something good, judging by the way Jinyoung's eyes are twinkling and a smile is tugging at his lips. "I planned us a two-week vacation in Greece. Just the two of us.", your boyfriend says with a slowly growing smile, enjoying your wide eyes and gaping mouth. "Fuck. Are you serious?", you ask, practically lunging at your boyfriend and sitting yourself in his lap, straddling him, before you hug him tightly, the older responding by chuckling softly at your cute behavior, tugging you closer to him by the waist. You don't even realize you cursed, something you always vow not to do, especially not next to your boyfriend, who likes to act like you are a porcelain doll he has to protect. You're too busy rambling into Jinyoung's ear about how happy and thankful you are, already planning your days in the tropical islands of Greece, images of colorful bikinis and coconut water surfacing your mind. "But you're going to have to wash that mouth with soap before we go, babe.", Jinyoung says nonchalantly after you finally stop talking, and you send him a clueless look, not understanding the disapproving look in his eyes before you remember your words from a few minutes ago, and you roll your eyes, hiding your face in Jinyoung's neck so he won't see the blush creeping on your cheeks.

Youngjae:

Youngjae sighs when he tries to wake you up for the fifth time, shaking your limp body gently. "Y/N, wake up.", he begs, hoping the urgency in his voice will somehow sink into your consciousness. To your boyfriend's surprise, it actually seems to work, since you shift a bit in your sleep, groaning tiredly as your eyes flutter lightly. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. Sighing in relief, your lover shakes you harder, feeling motivated at the sight of your reaction. "Babe, it's late, wake up." You groan again, finally opening your eyes to reveal tiny cracks, and bringing your hand up, probably to rub the sleep from your tired eyes. In the process, you somehow fling your hand too far, accidentally hitting Youngjae in the eye, his face immediately contorting in pain as he reaches his own hand out to cover the bruised limb. "Fuck, sorry", you say instantly, sitting up to cradle your boyfriend's face in your hands, your eyes wide and worried. Youngjae's mouth falls open at the sound of you cursing, his hurt eye long forgotten as he stares at you for a second before starting to laugh, the giggles erupting from his mouth loud and obnoxious. "Oh my god, that's the best thing I've ever heard!", he screeches, laughing so hard he actually starts to cry, small tears slipping down his cheeks as you laugh yourself at the ridiculous situation, still trying to check on Youngjae while you do so. "Well, at least you forgot about the pain.", you say between choked giggles, Youngjae leaning his forehead on your shoulder, trying to calm down desperately. He'll probably be in hysterics the whole day, the image of your oh-so innocent face letting out such a vile word not leaving his mind.

Bambam:

"I'm so sorry, babe", you say shamefully, your eyes filled with guilt as you stare at your boyfriend, who's looking at you with a small smile on his face. You couldn't help but feel bad for spilling hot corn soup all over Bambam's phone, even if you tripped because of his sneakers that were carelessly thrown in the middle of the living room. The older doesn't seem to care half as much as you do though, more worried about making your pretty face go back to smiling. "Y/N, it's fine. I'll just go buy another one", your lover says with a chuckle, pinching your cheeks when you continue to pout. "I'm serious, okay? Now stop pouting." You sigh, leaning your head on Bambam's shoulder apologetically. "I'm really sorry. I feel like a bitch.", you mumble, raising your head to look at your boyfriend when you feel him tense underneath you, the muscles in his shoulder seizing up. "Did you just curse?", Bambam says, his mouth round with surprise and brown eyes peering at you curiously. "Uh… I guess I did.", you answer, pretty confused yourself as you think back to what you said moments ago. You never curse, maintaining the 'good girl' reputation you have since you were born, but you were so upset with yourself you couldn't help but talk aggressively. Bambam stares at you for another second before whistling lowly, a dangerous smirk settling on his sharp features. "I have to admit it's pretty hot", he wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, and you feel your cheeks burn, pushing your boyfriend away lightly with the palms of your hands. "Shut up."

Yugyeom:

You sigh, staring at the lock screen of your phone with want. It was a picture of you and Yugyeom, one you took on a cold winter night, the two of you practically unrecognizable in thick fur coat and hats, but you can clearly see your red noses and twinkling eyes, your faces pressed close together as you smile at the camera, or maybe it's just your teeth chattering. You miss your boyfriend dearly, even more now that he's supposed to return from tour in a week. It should make it easier, knowing he'll be with you soon, but instead you keep anticipating the day it happens, which makes time move slower, you're sure. A knock on the door startles you, and you furrow your eyebrows before shutting your phone and getting up from the sofa slowly. You weren't expecting anyone, but maybe it's Y/F/N or just a neighbor wanting to borrow some sugar. You open the door, and time seems to stop when you see your boyfriend's happy grin, his eyes crinkled and brown hair messy, suitcase in hand and clothes wrinkled from the flight. "Yugyeom!", you manage to choke out before leaping at your lover, hands wrapping around his neck tightly and lean legs around his waist. "Aww, did you miss me, baby?", Yugyeom says jokingly, hugging you back just as tight, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your head while the other supports your thighs. "You asshole, why didn't you tell me you'll be arriving today?", you say tearfully, drops of salty water dripping down your cheeks steadily, the happiness you feel overwhelming you. Yugyeom's smile widens even more at the sound of you cursing, knowing that it's a rare occurrence that only happens when you're very very happy. Yugyeom buries his head in your neck, closing his eyes with a sigh of content. "I missed you, too, sweetheart."

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."

Stray Kids when you fall asleep on them:

Bang Chan:

It'll take some time for this oblivious cutie to notice that you dozed off while quietly playing 'Candy Crush' on your phone beside him. You initially came to give your boyfriend some moral support, knowing how hard it is to work on song writing so late at night. But apparently, it was hard for you too, and your boyfriend can't help but laugh with surprise when he hears a soft snore from under him, looking down to meet your peacefully sleeping face, your eyelashes fluttering over your high cheekbones and your pink lips parted slightly as you let out small puffs of warm air. Chris will have a mental breakdown, seeing you with your head on his shoulder, looking so soft and baby-like. He'll resist the urge to scream and jump around, not wanting to wake you up, but he can't keep the smile off his face as he continues to work, looking down every few seconds to stare at you again fondly and make sure you're comfortable, whispering to himself 'how adorable' every now and then. He'll try to finish whatever work he has left as quickly as possible, wanting to take you back home where you can finally sleep like you deserve, but he can't deny that your presence beside him calms him down, making the late-night job seem much more appealing.

"Aww, she fell asleep, how adorable I-"

Lee Know:

It was really late at night when you came to visit your boyfriend at the practice room, so you were already stifling yawns behind your hand by the time Minho finished going through the first choreography. The second your boyfriend takes a break, falling against the squeaky clean mirrors covering the walls tiredly, you're scooching closer to him, leaning your head against his bare, sweaty shoulder carelessly as you let your eyes shut slowly, while Minho scrolls through his phone, looking for a second song to practice. When you shift against him slightly, he turns down to look towards you, ready to throw a snarky comment, only to smile fondly when he is met with the sight of your closed eyes, and steadily moving chest. Minho will shake his head with amusement, mumbling to himself about how he knew this will happen and scolding your sleeping figure, but he doesn't deny that he likes the feeling of you against him, even if his whole body is sore and hot from dancing. He'll snap a few selfies of you for blackmail later on, because he can't be too sweet lmao, and then just spend a few more minutes admiring your calm, almost childish features. Sighing to himself as he stares at the watch against the wall of the practice room, Minho understands he needs to get back to work if he wants to finish before midnight, and he picks you up bridal style, shushing you gently when you stir in his arms, before placing you on the leather sofa at the edge of the room, making sure you can't fall off before going back to practice, thoughts of you filling his mind and giving him new energy.

"Aish, I knew this would happen. This sleepyhead, seriously."

Changbin:

Changbin will low-key be shocked when he asks you a question and you don't answer, only to look down and realize you were sleeping soundly, head on his chest and arms curled tightly around his torso. The two of you were watching a movie that you've been wanting to see for a while, but you got drowsy sooner than expected due to the darkness and your boyfriend's body heat warming you up. Changbin will feel his cheeks heat up when he sees how peacefully you're resting against him, as if you feel utterly protected and cared for in his strong hold, and he'll smile to himself shyly, leaning down to give you a light kiss on your nose, being careful not to wake you up. After that he'll forget the movie completely, instead choosing to lean his head on top of yours carefully, letting his own eyes close as he wraps the thin blanket tighter around the two of you. He'll want to move to the bed, knowing that this position can't possibly be good for your backs, but his heart won't let him wake you up just yet, instead promising to himself that he'll just take a five minute nap. Of course, the two of you wake up the next morning with aching limbs and stiff muscles, but seeing your blushing cheeks and content smile, Changbin can't really get himself to regret anything.

"I shouldn't sleep here... I'll just close my eyes for a second."

Hyunjin:

You're reading a book, your head placed securely in Hyunjin's lap, when you start to feel your eyelids grow heavy, sleepiness overcoming you slowly. You can't really be blamed though, the calming sound of your boyfriend practicing his lines from Stray Kid's newest song under his breath, along with the steady hum of the heater, giving the room the perfect atmosphere for a long nap. It only takes a few seconds for Hyunjin to realize that you fell asleep, thanks to your adorable tendencies to mumble incoherent sentences when sleeping. The blond haired boy freezes in his place, the hand that was slowly carding through your thick locks momentarily stopping its steady movement. Hyunjin breathes slowly through his mouth as he stares at your peaceful face, the sound of his heart beat ringing in his ear as he takes some time to admire you, loving the fact that he can see you like this, in your most natural state. After he overcomes his flustered shock, he reluctantly decides to wake you up, thinking that your health and comfort is (unfortunately) more important than his own enjoyment. He'll gently shake you awake, smiling down at you softly when you open your big eyes to look at him, and help you walk to your bedroom and get into the bed, not hesitating to jump into the space beside you the second you open your arms, motioning him over.

"Jagi, wake up~ Let's take you to bed, sleepyhead."

Han:

Han is playing video games with you sitting in his lap, back to his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around your stomach, holding the remote control, when you shift in his hold, turning so you're chest to chest, and place you head on his shoulder, letting your eyes shut as you absentmindedly listen to Han's quiet yells of victory and defeat. It's only after Han finishes his game, turning to you to boast about his win, that he's met with your closed eyes and slightly open mouth, little snores escaping it every now and then. Han can't help but squeal at the adorable sight, slapping a hand over his mouth to shut himself up when you shift slightly in his arms at the shrill sound, and he smiles widely, leaving a kiss on your forehead. He'll literally be so happy, he won't be able to fall asleep or even look away from your face, instead snuggling even closer to you and interlocking your fingers, deciding to wait until you wake up. He won't be able to stop himself from leaving kisses all over your baby face either, wincing every now and then when you stir a bit from the touch of his lips, and he'll snap a few pictures of you, adding them to his secret album, filled to the brim with pictures he took of you unknowingly, and smile at you fondly, unable to stop the stupidly wide grin pulling at his lips.

"I wish you were awake so I could tell you how cute you are~"

Felix:

You were in the back of the car, taking you back to Stray Kid's dorm after their concert that you attended. All of the members were in the car, either dozing off or on their phones, and the small space was filled with a vast feeling of content exhaustion and wordless happiness after another successful day. Felix and you were at the back of the car, sitting beside each other, your head leaning on your boyfriend's strong shoulder as you stared out the window, watching trees and buildings whir by. Felix was on his phone, scrolling through Twitter and Instagram and watching videos from the concert with a small smile, his face still covered with a thin layer of sweat from preforming. It's when Felix turns down to look at you, wanting to ask you if you were coming to sleep at the dorm, that he sees you're already fast asleep, feeling rather tired after cheering for your boyfriend and friends for the past three hours. Your boyfriend will chuckle lowly, unable to stop the giddiness filling his veins at the sight of your calm features and small pout as you slept, and he'll quickly alert the members, smiling his sunshine smile as he points to you, the other members giggling softly at the sight of your slumbering figure. After that, Felix will make sure to take a load of pictures, wanting to show you how cute you looked tomorrow, and then he'll lean his head on your own, letting his own eyes close as he relaxes in the warmth of your body, falling asleep as well.

"Guys, look how cute Y/N looks!"

Seungmin:

Seungmin was shopping for clothes online when you crawled over to him on the bed, already dressed in your pyjamas, your hair pulled into a messy bun and your eyes dull with sleepiness. Your boyfriend doesn't react much when you wriggle your way into his lap, simply patting your head wordlessly before continuing to scroll though the website, letting you do your thing, shifting a bit in Seungmin's lap before leaning back on his chest, watching with droopy eyes as your boyfriend clicks through different garments, occasionally putting them in his basket as he hums a Day6 song under his breath. Seungmin is about to scold you when your head tips back too much, blocking his eyesight, but he stops abruptly when he understands you're asleep, your eyes shut and face buried in the crook of his neck. Seungmin wouldn't know what to do, choosing to freeze and not move a muscle in fear of waking you up accidentally. He'll stay completely still, his only reaction the steadily growing blush on his cheeks, and will hesitantly brush away the strands of dark hair covering your eyes before retracting his hand quickly. Despite his rather cold reaction, Seungmin's thoughts will be whirling as he starts down at you fondly, and he can't help but think that he's the luckiest guy on the planet.

'How is she so pretty when sleeping?'

I.N.:

It's late at night and you're at the dorm, sitting on the couch with the members of Stray Kids, in your usual spot beside Jeongin, your thighs slightly brushing as the whole group talks animatedly, not minding the time. You're enjoying this time with your friends of course, but you're also really tired after a busy day at school, so you can't help but lean a bit more on your oblivious boyfriend, scooting closer into his side as sleep overcomes you slowly. Jeongin would turn to look at you immediately when he feels your head fall on his shoulder, thinking you got hurt or something, only to be met with your sleeping face. He'll turn red in the face, looking away from you and trying to play it cool in front of the hyungs, but he's freaking out internally, wondering if he should wake you up or not, or if he should hold your hand and leave a kiss on your cheek because you're just looking so squishy wrapped up in his embrace uwu. Before he can decide though, his hyungs quickly notice the situation, and go on to tease their lovable maknae as expected, causing the pretty blush on his cheeks to burn even brighter as he laughs, unable to stop smiling despite knowing the older members will never let this go.

"She must've been really tired..."