Dokyeom Headcanons

dokyeom headcanons

↬ he’ll be really energetic through the day so it doesn’t really suprise you.

↬ he really really really likes to get clingy with you. always smothering you with hugs and kisses whenever he can. esp when your about to leave for work.

↬ when he’s away on tour, he’ll make sure to call you every night to catch up on what’s happening with you and check up on you. pls check up on him too :(

↬ karaoke dates!! it’ll end up with laughter as you sing to your heart's contents.

↬ literally a ball of sunshine (╥﹏╥) , one smile of his and you’ll start smiling too.

↬ has like 10000x photos of you in his albums. would print them out and stick them in a book or on his walls for the memories.

↬ man, he’s like so so silly. bad day ? no problem. you can count on him to make you laugh or at-least crack a small smile.

↬ loves to cuddle when you wake up or whenever you’re about to sleep. really likes to have his arm around your waist with your head under his chin.

↬ he would find it really adorable whenever you wear his hoodie, would start cooing at you. pinching your cheeks and everything.

↬ really likes to baby you :(( . he loves taking care of you, just as you love taking care of him. would shower you with love and affection.

↬ LOVE. and i mean LOVE giving you kisses. cheek kisses. on the lips. on your temple. loves littering your face with pecks here and there. you will never leave the house without a goodbye kiss !

↬ it warms his heart when you get along well with his members. especially seungkwan and hoshi. BSS. never quiet when they’re around. brings the mood up always, can always count on them for anything.

↬ doesn’t like arguing with you, it breaks his heart. will never leave the house when he’s mad and won’t let you leave the house angry. would follow you around the house like a lost puppy :(

fight for you | bang chan

fluff | 627 words | no warnings

First-aid kit prepped and ready on the dining table, you moved to stand in between Chan’s thighs. You grabbed his face in your hands for a better look at him, inspecting the cuts that littered his handsome face. Chan took the opportunity to nuzzle his face into your warm hands, his own finding their way to your waist. You clicked your tongue in disapproval, turning to pick up cotton balls instead.

“Hold still. This might hurt.”

You felt the way Chan’s arm tensed up at your cold words. Sighing, you cleaned away his wounds, ridding them of dirt and bandaging them up.

Chan’s attempts to sit still on the chair failed miserably. He tried to focus on the way your nose scrunched up in concentration, or on your well-practised movements. ‘this shouldn’t be something you’re used to doing,’ Chan thought. A hiss escaped him as you dabbed disinfectant on a particularly large cut. Your eyes softened as you watched your boyfriend looking dazed, staring into space.

“Baby,” you called out, placing the last bandage over his cheekbone.

“Hmm?”

“What was it this time?” you rested your hands on his shoulders as you waited for his reply.

The man in question looked down sheepishly. The arms around your waist hugged you tighter, pulling you closer to him. Chan instead hid his face against your stomach – choosing not to answer instead.

“Channie.”

Silence.

“Bang Chan.”

You felt him shift in your hold.

“Christopher.” you sighed. Chan finally looked up at you. You almost giggled at how he looked like a dejected puppy, when you noticed The way his eyes glistened in tears. Your hands flew to his face, thumbing at the crinkles near his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Chan tried to say something, but his words were muffled by your shirt. You coaxed him to repeat himself, running a hand through his hair in comfort. His grip on you tightened, hands grabbing a fistful of your shirt as he pulled you down to his lap.

“He said you were too good for me.” His voice was soft, weak; as if afraid that the words would come true. “He threatened to take you away from me,” he sniffled, “said I didn’t deserve you, that I wouldn’t take care of you as good as he did.”

You immediately knew who the he was referring to. Your ex, prideful as ever, couldn’t stand the thought of you with Chan.

“Oh, Chan,” your heart broke at the sight of your broad boyfriend hunched into a ball. “You’re the one that’s too good for me.” You planted a kiss on his nose. “You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. I love you so, so much.” another kiss on the cheek. “Besides, you know how bad he treated me before. I would never go back to him, even if he was the last man alive.

That doesn’t mean you should go around getting into fights, baby,” you chided. Chan seemed to slink deeper into the chair, though you could feel his infectious energy slowly returning.

“I was defending my honour,” he whined, burying his head in your shoulder. You let out a small chuckle, wrestling yourself out of his lap.

“C’mon,” you put the first-aid kit back into its box, grabbed his hand and pulled him up, gently pushing him onto the sofa, “I’ll let you cuddle extra tonight, okay?”

“Okay.” he let your hand tug his, but his feet stayed rooted firmly to his spot.

“Channie?” you turned back, head tilted in confusion.

“I love you too.” His hand clutched yours firmly as he finally tugged you towards him. “I’m not sorry for beating him up, though.”

A small smile graced your face as you settled down with him on the sofa.

“Yeah. I know.”

DRABBLE MARATHON #16:

KIM MINGYU + public transportation

You found you actually quite liked the evening bus ride home.

It used to be a tedious journey – nearly an hour in a tight space with strangers just to get home after a long day. But, like always, Mingyu made everything better.

Seated at the back of the bus, you leaned your cheek against his shoulder and looked out the window. It was already dark outside, only some street lights illuminating the way. One of Mingyu’s arms was wrapped around you, keeping you safe from the bus driver’s criminally unstable driving style, while he scrolled through social media with his other hand.

“Babe,” he suddenly started and you almost jumped at the sound that was now interrupting your blissful rest. 

You replied with a hum and tried to find your comfortable position again after the startle.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” he asked and you groaned, giving up your pursuit of comfort to glare at him.

“Not this again,” you warned him, but he widened his eyes and jutted out his lip and your resolve had nothing on his puppy eyes. You groaned again. “Didn’t you already ask this last week?”

He nodded. “And you never gave me an answer.”

“I didn’t?”

“No,” he told you before putting on a bright smile and asking again, a little louder this time, “so: would you still love me if I was a worm? Yes or no?”

You wanted to melt right though the floor of the bus, away from the questioning and amused stares of your fellow passengers. Mingyu didn’t seem to care though. 

Glaring at him, you silently asked if you really had to answer that. He only smiled wider and nodded. You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Fine, I’d still love you if you were a worm.”

“I knew it!” And once again all of the eyes seemed to be on you. You tried to shush your boyfriend before he got you kicked out or scolded. But in his overjoyed state, he had no interest in quieting down. Instead, he cheered rather loudly and then cuddled into your side, looking at you with impossibly wide, adoring eyes. “Joshua said you’d say you’d squish me.”

You decided not to comment on it and rested your head against his own.

But Mingyu wasn’t satisfied yet.

“How about if I was a beetle?” 

“A beetle?” you laughed. “Sure, I’d probably love you as a beetle.”

His eyes lit up like Christmas lights – or maybe it was just the reflection of actual Christmas lights shining through the bus window. “What if I was a cockroach?”

“You know how I feel about roaches,” you spoke through a grimace.

His smile morphed into a pout. “Is that a no?”

“It’s a maybe,” you decided to lie to not crush his giant heart.

“What about if I was a rat?”

JUN in The White Zone

haircut | choi seungcheol

fluff | 646 words | no warnings

an: he got a haircut T-T

The sound of the door unlocking and closing causes you to peek out of the kitchen. Closing your laptop, your chair screeches back as you get up from the dining table, moving to greet Seungcheol at the doorway. Sounds from your padded feet echo across the house as you make your way towards your lover, muffled by the soft carpet flooring.

“Hi Cheollie!” He grins up at you. He hangs up his coat, sitting on the nearby bench to remove his shoes. You had placed the bench in the entryway earlier when he first got injured so he would have an easier time with his shoes. His heart swells every time he sits on it, forever thankful for your thoughtfulness.

“Hi baby.“ You found yourself standing in between his thighs. Your waist automatically encircled by his hands, drawing you in closer. One hand is on his shoulder as you steady yourself, while the other gets entangled in his hair. You briefly recall Seungcheol informing you he was heading to the salon earlier in the morning. Fingers softly run through Seungcheol's hair, ruffling. His hair is shorter now, you note, but still barely covering his eyes. The now ebony strands tumbled and resettled, all fluffed up by your ministrations.

“It's shorter now,” you pout.

Seungcheol laughs aloud at your jutted lips, placing a kiss on the hand on his shoulder. “Yeah, it was getting in the way,” he leans into your touch. Like a puppy seeking warmth and reassurance. It was an instinctive response, an unspoken invitation for more of that comforting contact. He pats on his good knee, gesturing for you to sit on his lap. “You liked my long hair?”

You nod, humming in agreement. His lap makes for a sturdy seat, now eye level to him. “It’s nice like this too, I guess,” you push back his bangs. Examining his face once more. “It makes you look dashing.”

His eyes, still vibrant, held a touch of mischief as if testing the waters to see if your adorable pout could be softened by any resistance. “So you’re saying I wasn’t dashing before this?”

It's the way you let out such an exaggerated gasp that has him grinning from ear to ear. Lightly slapping at his chest, you stand up from his lap, making your way back into the kitchen.

“I hope you go bald,” the threat of your words hides behind the sweet smile you shoot his way. He chuckles at your retreating figure, finally removing his shoes before trailing you into the home.

“Oh, so that’s your type now?” he calls out.

“Mhmm. Hyungwon looks really handsome with his hair shaved.”

Now it's Seungcheol’s turn to be flabbergasted. He takes the opportunity to rewrap his arms around you as you go about setting aside your work on the dining table.

“...You and Jeonghan– You guys hang out too much, I swear.” His voice is muffled as he buries his face in your hair. You can feel his pout against your head, enticing a giggle out of you. Facing him in his arms, you loop your arms around his neck once again. In the warmth of each other's embrace, you tiptoe to peck Seungcheol on the lips.

“You need to use chapstick more,” you murmur against his lips. He smiles into the kiss, pressing you even closer to him.

“You need to kiss me more.” He bites down on your lip. The edge of the table presses into your back, causing you to arch into his touch. He prods with his tongue, and–

-his stomach grumbles. Seungcheol groans in annoyance as you pull away, laughing at the impeccable timing of his stomach. You start flitting around the kitchen again, this time pulling out pots and pans instead.

“C’mon,” you pull him towards the fridge. “Help me make dinner? You can pick.”

He sighs, defeated. “Fine, dinner first.”