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[ NCT 127 Being Caught In A Compromising Position ] -

Warnings: 18 + Content

AFAB Reader

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➳ Taeil - 

It’s going to start with a huge sigh because honestly, he’s a little mad about being interrupted - he’s almost thirty, he ought to be able to bone his girlfriend without getting disturbed

It’s probably going to be Yuta who opens the doorway unannounced and when he makes some inappropriate comment, Taeil finally blushes and tells him to get out of the room

Taeil is a little flustered about the whole thing, but once he’s locked the bedroom door, he is pretty happy to continue

When he walks into the kitchen a little later, you can bet Yuta has told someone else about the interruption and they send a few teasing comments Taeil’s way, but they bounce right off (seriously, I think Taeil has just learnt to ignore 99% of what comes out of the mouths of his friends)

➳ Johnny -

Johnny’s biggest concern is making sure you’re comfortable and covered so he’ll actually be pretty slow to look at whoever just opened the door

He’s going to sigh quietly and whilst he’s a little annoyed (a lot because it was just beginning to get steamy), he won’t show it - in fact, he’ll probably go after whoever walked in to make sure everything is alright because he does try and be responsible

Once he’s sure though he’ll absolutely end the conversation like: ‘Okay, if that’s all I’m going to go and finish what I started.’ He partly says it as a joke, partly to stop anyone interrupting again and he really doesn’t care how hard they blush. 

He picks up right where he left off as if nothing had happened at all 

➳ Taeyong -

First and foremost he’s going to be embarrassed - scarlet-faced and jumping away from you as if he isn’t a grown man in the privacy of his bedroom, as if it wasn’t the fault of whoever just burst in unannounced

Taeyong is absolutely the sort to feel the need to apologise - he’ll apologise to you for putting you in such a situation (even though you’re more than okay with getting hot and heavy again) before he goes in search of whoever walked in to apologise to them too

He’s shy and awkward and the mood is very much ruined by the time he returns and it’s probably enough to put him off getting down and dirty in the dorm for a while

➳ Yuta - 

Yuta doesn’t care at all, like at all. The only reason he’s stopping is because you’re underneath him slapping his shoulder. 

He’s going to pull away real slow, a frown already set into his features ready for whoever just walked in and the hands that had been wandering beneath your shirt aren’t going to go far 

Honestly whoever was at the door is gone the moment they realise just what they walked in on - they’ve all known Yuta long enough to know that after cursing them out he’ll go right back to what he was doing, whether they’re still watching or not

Yuta really just doesn’t care - he’s got his girlfriend half-naked beneath him and unless the dorm is on fire, or his manager is calling for him, the world can wait

➳ Doyoung -

Doyoung will deny anything less than PG was happening beneath his duvet to the day he dies

He hears the door opening and forces a few inches between your bodies, entirely oblivious to the state of his ruffled hair, the creases your fingers have twisted into his t-shirt

He is calm and collected, cooly laughing at whatever the person says to him and he is convinced they are none the wiser to what they just walked in on

When the intruder leaves once more, Doyoung is a little proud of his performance so you definitely have to swat him on the shoulder, but he doesn't leave you waiting long before he drapes himself over you again

➳ Jaehyun -

This happens after a long overdue date night - Jaehyun somehow persuaded his group mates to give you the entire dorm for a few hours (it’s been a while and he has a lot to catch up on)

It’s almost two am and Jaehyun is soft and slow until he hears the door open

He’s another whose first concern is making sure nothing inappropriate is on display, but he’s going to be caught somewhere between embarrassment and frustration and will probably quietly ask the person if something is the matter (seriously, if you’re going at it, I don’t even think he’d pull out)

Whoever it is, they’re slow to leave, groaning: ‘You’ve had all evening.’ (It’s probably poor Jungwoo who just wants to go to sleep)

Jaehyun replies something like: ‘I know, I know, just get out.’

And whilst the pink flare across his features betrays his fluster, all it’ll take is a look from you and he’ll go right back to it, only quicker and harder 

➳ Jungwoo -

Jungwoo is number one on the play-it-dumb list - someone comes in and he immediately jumps away from you, as if whoever just interrupted hasn’t already seen what was happening - his hands up your shirt, his tongue down your throat

He’ll probably stumble over some excuse as to what was really going on, all the while his cheeks are burning like they never have before

After a moment he’ll run out of things to say and will flee beneath the duvet and all he can manage for the rest of the evening is a cuddle (he even avoids leaving his bed in case he runs into anyone, he is so embarrassed)

➳ Mark -

Mark freezes and you can bet his blood runs cold the moment he meets the eye of whoever just opened the door

Where Johnny immediately flips you over or pulls the blanket over your body so he can deal with it, Mark absolutely leaves you in the lurch, staring at whichever group mate is responsible for the disturbance without saying anything

Eventually, he’ll give an awkward laugh and be like: ‘Yo, uh, can I help?’ (Please no one ever put Mark in this situation, I think he’d die)

➳ Haechan -

Is Haechan embarrassed? Probably a little. But does he show it? Absolutely not.

He instantly turns whiny, calling out whoever just opened the door (Haechan is another one who won’t pull out unless absolutely necessary and you’re both covered so he’s not going anywhere)

He might be the youngest in 127, but he doesn’t care, in fact, it probably makes him care even less

Afterwards, when you’re dozing in his bed and he’s playing a game on his computer, Johnny will walk in and make some comment about the earlier intrusion, but Haechan just smirks

He definitely has the attitude: Yeah I’m Haechan and yeah I just did my girlfriend

[ Little Things NCT 127 Would Mention To Their Friends ] -

Warnings: None

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➳ Taeil -

He’d be shy about it, but Taeil will let slip how he’s going to marry you one day. His group mates are a little stunned as Taeil is usually pretty quiet about the details of your relationship. The moment passes when his friends collectively scream, but Johnny makes sure to ask him about it later when it is just the two of them. Taeil gives that bashful little smile of his and just nods because whilst he isn’t always sure of everything, he’s certain about how he feels. 

➳ Johnny -

How wonderful the bedsheets at your apartment smell after laundry day. For the first time in twenty-seven years, Johnny takes more than a second to buy laundry detergent. It is no longer a case of picking up whichever is cheapest, or closest, he wants the exact same as you have at your place, not only because the feeling of snuggling beneath fresh cotton is otherworldly, but because it reminds him of you.

➳ Taeyong -

Something as simple as how happy you make him. Being the leader, and de facto mother, to twenty-two other young guys can be exhausting. It is his, with some help from the managers, responsibility to get them exactly where they need to be at exactly the right time looking exactly as they are expected to, so yeah, sometimes he feels a little tired. That’s where you come in - TY mentions how comfortable your apartment is, the late night studio dates, the little trips in and around the city and he seems rejuvenated despite his busy schedule. 

➳ Yuta -

What you and him have gotten up to together recently. His group mates often ask how you’re doing and Yuta mentions the landmark you went to see on his day off, or the dinner date you took beside the Han River. Yuta sometimes shares the photographs he took of each moment - you laughing across the dinner table, or stood in front of whatever it was you went to see.

➳ Doyoung -

How at home he feels with you. Doyoung can be a bit particular, read: picky, about how certain things are done and you seem to just get it. The conversation probably comes up indirectly though - Haechan has just intentionally done something in a way that he knows will bother Doyoung and Doyoung is quick to whine about it, saying how no-one but you seems to do it the right way.  

➳ Jaehyun -

Jaehyun mentions things mostly to Johnny - how the wine you brought back from your recent trip abroad tasted, how you make your morning coffee. He’s also very fond of sharing the music you like with everyone - he often lies on his bed with nothing to do but listen to the playlist you sent his way and he’s always silently pleased when his roommate, Jungwoo, asks for the title of one of the tracks. 

➳ Jungwoo -

How it’s been three weeks since he last saw a particular sweatshirt. He playfully accuses various members of stealing it and he gratefully looks through their wardrobes, only to come away empty handed each time. It doesn’t occur to Jungwoo to ask you about it, but he does whine about it a little and when you tell him to describe it to you, you seem to realise at the same time that it’s been in your closet all this time. Jungwoo proceeds to tell his friends just what a nuisance you are as if he didn’t let you keep the sweatshirt. 

➳ Mark -

Just about anything and everything. If Mark sees someone doing something, whether it be Doyoung cooking, or Taeyong tidying up, he absentmindedly makes a comment like, ‘Y/N adds . . . to . . .,’ or, ‘Y/N uses this . . . .’ If everyone wasn’t so pleased to see Mark so cheerful and in love, it might be annoying, but for the most part, his friends just smile and nod. (Unless it’s a cleaning product, in which case Taeyong asks for all the details.)

➳ Haechan -

Probably something stupid like when the ice-cream truck plays a tune it means it out of ice-cream. Johnny finds it hilarious and knows you’re having Haechan on. He takes great pleasure in knowing that you tease Haechan just as much as he does, taking over his role when he is not around. First off Haechan whines to Johnny, then does it all over again when he next sees you.

[ Holding Hands w/ NCT 127 ] -

Warnings: 18 + Content & Swearing

Masterlist

➳ Taeil -

Being the eldest means Taeil tries to take the best possible care of the younger members of his group. When he finds the time, he prepares food for the entire dorm and he’s always grateful for your help - it involves placing his hand over yours as he shows you how to make a particular dish, his chin resting on your shoulder. If you catch yourself with the kitchen knife or touch the boiling pan, Taeil puts everything on hold, taking your hand in his before doing anything and everything in his power to help. He’ll immediately retire you from the role of kitchen assistant, putting you in charge of the playlist instead. You can fully expect him to suddenly clutch your uninjured hand and whirl you around the space when a particularly catchy song comes on. 

➳ Johnny - 

Johnny is easy going and being in a relationship with him is essentially being in a relationship with your best friend. It is comfortable and without pressure. It is silent understanding and barely noticeable displays of affection. It is an arm slung around your shoulder as you spend time with him and his closest friends because it is a package deal. Johnny is not opposed to holding your hand by any stretch, he simply saves it for the quiet moments shared between only the two of you. When he is driving, he has one hand on the steering wheel and the other placed on top of your own in your lap. Whilst waiting in line at the coffeehouse, he subconsciously fiddles with your fingers and leans close to ask whether you’re okay. After a few glasses of wine, Johnny often settles down on top of his duvet and grips your hand to pull you over his waist, letting you know exactly what he has on his mind. 

➳ Taeyong -

The first time you hold Taeyong’s hand it is almost by accident. Something has caught your eye and you’re looking over your shoulder, but you’re faintly aware of Taeyong moving ahead through the crowd, so absentmindedly you reach for his hand a little worried you’ll get separated. Taeyong immediately pauses, a bit startled by the sudden contact, but as you move to his side, he doesn’t point it out, quite content with holding your hand. It isn’t until you go to point at something that you realise, looking down at your intertwined hands, before glancing at Taeyong wide-eyed. There is a slight flush across his face, but he doesn’t say anything, simply gives your hand a squeeze and presses on along the street, gently tugging you with him. 

➳ Yuta -

Yuta loves fiercely in shades of scarlet and sangria. He gives you everything, and more, and you give him everything in return. He holds your hand as if his life depends on it, he does not do things in half measures. When he catches someone looking at you just a little too much, Yuta’s hands immediately move to your body. He doesn’t mean to be so blatantly possessive, he just likes to make certain that people know you’re unavailable. Every single time your fingers move for his, prying them from your waist or your thigh, before linking them together. Yuta likes the little routine, he protects you from unwanted attention and you lay your love at his feet in return.

➳ Doyoung - 

Doyoung is a little bashful about holding your hand. As much as he adores you, he gets teased enough by just about every member of his group and he doesn’t want to add fuel to the fire. At least that is the case when he is conscious. Taeyong has lost count of the number of times he has come home in the early hours of the morning to find you and Doyoung asleep on the dorm sofa. Just about anything is fair game for teasing between them, but there is something so soft about the sight of Doyoung clutching your hand in his sleep that Taeyong doesn’t ever find himself mentioning it. 

➳ Jaehyun -

Jaehyun takes great pride in being the only one privileged enough to hold your hand at any moment in time. He is confident about it too, reaching for your fingers so everyone passing by can know that you’re his. For Jaehyun, being able to hold your hand is something to appreciate, it is intimate and meant to show how in love with you he is in many different scenarios. He will hold your hand when you walk, when you’re cuddling on the dorm sofa, when he wants to reassure you about something. But equally, he’s reaching for your hand when you’re naked underneath him and he’s stretching you out just right, even when he’s fucking just about every thought from your head, he wants you to know that you’re safe and adored.

➳ Jungwoo - 

There isn’t a single thought behind Jungwoo holding your hand, he just grabs and goes. If he sees something exciting in the street, you can fully expect to be dragged to it. (Mark is actually pretty pleased that it isn’t him anymore.) Jungwoo just lives in the moment and if he wants to go somewhere, he is, and he’s taking you with him. Sometimes Jungwoo can get a little nervous about things though, so if you catch him bouncing his leg, you quickly reach for his hand beneath the table. The feeling of your linked fingers does wonders for his heartbeat and he slowly starts to calm down, even if the action turns the tops of his ears an angry red colour. Being in a relationship with Jungwoo is all about taking careful care of one another and holding hands is a quiet reminder of that.

➳ Mark -

Most of the time, Mark doesn’t even notice that your hands are together. Even though he isn’t all that confident with PDA, it has become second nature for him to link his fingers with your own. When it is cold, Mark takes your hand and pulls it into his jacket pocket with his own. If he approaches from behind he’ll take your hand and tuck it into the back pocket of your trousers and place his on top. If he points at something and you’re holding hands, he’ll just pull your arm through the air without letting go. 

➳ Haechan -

Haechan is, well, Haechan. He’s whiny and flighty and it isn’t often he sits still. But, he’s doting and well-meaning and warmhearted and takes his time with you when it matters most. For someone highly-strung, he is careful, measured even, when his head is between your thighs, desperate to make you feel good. He moves slowly, his fingers linger on your bare skin, softly squeezing. As things begin to escalate, he feels your hands in his hair, carding through, pulling sharply when his tongue passes over your bundle of nerves. The way his name slips from your mouth in between each breath you take has him working a little harder, moving a little quicker. Haechan draws you closer to the edge until your fingers are slipping to his shoulder and desperately pressing into his bare skin, nails and all, searching for something to ground yourself with. Without stopping his movements, he pries your hand from his shoulder and threads your fingers together and whilst he’ll never admit it, he enjoys the softness of holding hands as you come undone. 

[ Date Night w/ Yuta ]

Warnings: Very Slight 18 + Reference 

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It is not cold, but the golden warmth of the day has slowly given way to a slight breeze, not quite enough to make you shiver, but enough for you to subconsciously pass a hand over the bare skin of your arm. Even as he holds the doorway to the restaurant open for you, Yuta notices. He immediately slips the jacket from his shoulders and stepping close from behind, places it over your own, causing you to turn. ‘Yuta, hey,’ you smile softly, feeling the material between your fingers, ‘I don’t want you to be cold either.’

Yuta shakes his head, shrugs and smiles all at once and you know you cannot argue with him. For a second, you take in the sight of him in the fitted shirt, appreciating how it wraps perfectly over his wide shoulders and how it clings to his waist. It isn’t often you see him dressed so tidily and you can’t help but think he really is your Takoyaki Prince.

He wraps his arm haphazardly around your back as you meander along the street. He talks quickly and laughs loudly, maybe it is a result of the wine, maybe it is because has you wrapped in his arm and nowhere to be in the morning. When you pass a twenty-four-hour convenience store, he feels you tug at the cuff of his shirt and the moment he catches your eye, he knows he’s a goner. He likes the fact you pull him into the store in search of ice cream and an extra bottle of wine even after your fancy dinner date. It makes him feel grounded, like he’s really here with you, not half caught up in recording and filming and practice like he sometimes is. 

Inside, he offers to find something to drink like he has any more of an idea than you, whilst you spend longer than you should picking between a few flavours of ice cream. He leaves with a firm kiss on your cheek and a promise to be back in a minute. Yuta isn’t sure when this became a habit - inviting you out to expensive restaurants so you can wear those items in your wardrobe saved for special occasions, late-night visits to the convenience store on your way home to your apartment, but he knows lives for it. 

When he returns a few minutes later with a bottle Jaehyun had recommended beneath his arm, you are in the same position as he had left you. Yuta watches for a moment without speaking. Even he cannot catch the smile that lifts the edges of his mouth at the sight of you, peering into the freezer, the heels, the slinky scarlet number, the jacket that belongs to him. There is someone, another guy, standing at the opposite end of the aisle and Yuta can see clear enough that he too is enjoying the sight and he takes it as his cue to return to your side. As he nears, his hand slips beneath the jacket hanging loosely over your shoulders and settles dangerously low on your back, the tips of his fingers perfectly comfortable over the curve of your waist. 

Yuta does not care about the possibility of being seen as his fingers press gently enough into your skin to draw you nearer, close enough for him to find your mouth with his own. He does not care as he deepens the kiss, the hand on your back pulling you until there is little gap between your chests, until you’re pressed against him in the freezer aisle. 

It’s only when he hears a little squeak of embarrassment escape against his mouth that he pulls away. He takes great joy in the flush that has spread across your features, an intoxicating combination of a couple of glasses of wine and his brazen display of affection. Yuta tucks the pint of ice cream beneath his arm and reaches for your hand, threading his fingers through your own as he guides you toward the checkout. As you pass the stranger at the end of the aisle, Yuta smirks, taking pride in the fact he knows it’ll be him and only him slipping the slinky dress from your shoulders at the end of the evening. 

Pairing: Johnny x AFAB Reader

Warnings: 18 + Content & Swearing, Nickname ‘Kid’ 

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Johnny slowly tips his head in Mark’s direction as soon as the conversation about dating comes up as if it is a habit. You suppose that he really believes you’ll end up together eventually. He doesn’t tell you that it is Mark, always Mark and only Mark he points to because he doesn’t trust the other members of his group to not fall in love with you. Mark knows too much about him, about how he feels, to look at you in any way that isn’t friendship. But still, Johnny is unable to bring himself around to the idea of suggesting himself, as much as he wants to, as much as it pains him not to. So Mark is a safe alternative and he can continue playing the game, gently asking about your dating situation, before teasingly pointing out Mark as if it were the reason he asked in the first place. 

The same thought passes through your mind on every occasion. Mark is just, well, Mark. He’s attractive, you can say that with some certainty. And sweet, and soft, with a mean streak you’re sure arises at just the right times. He really is everything anyone should ever want for in a relationship and sure, he’s one of your closest friends. But, he isn’t Johnny. 

When you lift your eyebrows and shake your head, before diverting your attention to something else, the cycle begins again. Johnny does it all as if there isn’t a photograph of you tucked into his wallet, as if everyone does not know he is fighting off his feelings for you, except you. He watches as you turn away, he runs a hand through his hair and wonders how much longer he can continue like this, how much longer will you wait for him. 

When it is time for Johnny to leave, he stands, ruffling a hand through your hair and the movement is a stark reminder of the invisible line that is drawn between you. He says, ‘Hey Kid, I’ll see you later.’

He leaves with a heaviness in his heart that has become uncomfortably familiar. He tries to keep himself in check, telling himself you’re a friend he cannot afford to lose. Just a friend who doesn’t know what she wants. As he walks through the hallway, he hears you laughing at something and he steels himself. Mark, it should be Mark. 

It is three days later that he next sees you and it is three days too long. Between his busy schedule and your own, it is only when he finds a spare afternoon that he is able to invite you to tag along for coffee. You agree to meet outside the SM building, just as you have a million times before. As Johnny’s group slowly filter out from practice, he watches you through the glass, chatting to Haechan as if nothing in the world might disturb you. For a moment he wonders if he ought to nudge Haechan toward you, he’s a good one too and he would treat you just how you deserve. Something about the thought doesn’t sit right though and he quickly lets it go. He is faintly aware of Mark calling his name and he turns to meet him. 

‘Johnny, come on,’ Mark sighs with a shake of his head and a smile, ‘Just ask her out man.’ 

Johnny sighs too. Before he can protest, Mark is holding the door for him and he follows him into the sunshine, hearing your laugh. When you walk along the street, the curling of Johnny’s arm around your waist is too natural to be comfortable and if he hadn’t done it a hundred times before, it would stir butterflies in your stomach. 

At the coffeehouse, you insist on collecting the order from the countertop. Johnny’s line of sight follows you across the space, taking in the picture of you in the pretty periwinkle dress you save for when the weather is warm. He watches as the barista catches you in conversation and whilst you wait for the coffees, it is all laughter and friendly chatter. Johnny is familiar with the feeling that inches its way along his spine, pinning his shoulders. He wants to be angry with himself, how can he allow himself to feel such jealousy when he daren’t take the step he so wants to. 

When you return to the table, taking three trips to carry the coffees, Johnny gestures to the barista left behind. ‘He seemed nice,’ he mutters, the cheeriness to his tone entirely fabricated. 

‘Who?’ Is your reply, as if you hadn’t so much as noticed the guy, let alone his flirting.

Johnny’s laugh is genuine as he listens to you. ‘That guy. The one who just tried to get your number for fifteen minutes.’ 

‘Oh, right,’ You half-heartedly shrug, ‘Sure, he was.’ 

When Johnny glances at you, he realises that you are already looking at him. There is an almost unreadable expression across your face, but Johnny can almost read your mind, cursing him out for not making the move you’ve been silently begging for all this time. He shakes his head to dislodge the thought, ‘Not to worry Kid, there’s always someone else.’

Part of him wonders if he’ll ever push you far enough to confront him directly, but you brush off his comment with a soft smile and take a mouthful of your coffee. Just as the question of your dating situation, the moment falls away and Johnny is left with the same feeling of emptiness as before. As much as you laugh and lean together over the table, he is weighted by the simmering feeling that you aren’t really his. 

After leaving the coffeehouse, he is insistent on walking you to your apartment building. He has an answer for every one of your protests - he doesn’t care that it is the middle of the day, that there are a hundred other people moving along the street. He isn’t ready to say goodbye yet. He doesn’t tell you that he might never forgive himself if he simply waves and watches you step into the crowd, he thinks someone might fall in love and whisk you away. So he carries your cardigan over his shoulder and his hand hovers over your waist whenever people brush by until you are nearly home. 

He follows you into your apartment, grateful for the relief that the air-con provides. You immediately make for the refrigerator to pour two glasses of water and Johnny leans against the countertop. He’s told you a million times how much he likes your apartment and you can only suppose it’s because it is blissfully quiet in comparison to his shared bedroom with Haechan. 

‘It’s so hot,’ Johnny sighs, peeling the back of his shirt from his skin. He goes to say something more but catches sight of the hem of your dress flitting dangerously high against the back of your legs as you reach upwards for a glass. The picture casts any thought from his mind. 

He thinks back to the coffeehouse. Maybe it is because the city is sweltering, maybe the sight of an inch of extra skin, but he presses the matter. ‘That guy was into you, why don’t you give someone a chance?’

He hears you scoff as you hold a glass out to him, ‘I’m not dating Mark, Johnny.’ 

Johnny smiles at you, but his tone is serious, desperate. ‘I wasn’t going to suggest Mark. But, you know, you deserve to find someone.’ 

‘Johnny.’

The mention of his name is meant to serve as a warning, he knows and he stays quiet. As he watches you, he realises that you look tired, not physically, but tired of the sticky, complicated situation you share. He thinks about taking his leave, but you seem to read his mind and speak as to stop him. 

‘Johnny, you know why.’

It is quiet again, save for the sounds filtering through the open kitchen window. Johnny meets your eyes and sees that your gaze is firm, unmoving, daring even. The expression is in contrast to your periwinkle dress, the laughter and the friendly affection he associates with you. He hears you acknowledge a million different moments all at once - the longing glances, the touches too familiar for friendship, the unspoken commitment to one another.

‘Kid,’ Johnny manages after a while, ‘You don’t know what you’re asking.’

Johnny is faintly aware of a shift in the atmosphere. He watches your easy-going manner twist into something more serious. The laughter that meets his ears is light and airy. 

‘No, Johnny,’ You protest, turning away from him in the small space. ‘I do.’

He watches as you step away, putting a few extra paces between you, a hand running through your hair. He can see your pinned shoulders and hear the waver of your voice. After a moment, you turn and make for him and he wonders how long this has been brewing.

‘You always do this Johnny, call me Kid and push me away,’ the words are punctuated by the press of your finger into his chest. 

Johnny looks to your face, but you seem unwilling to meet his eye. You are standing dangerously close. Your hand has fallen to your side in defeat and he can almost feel the heat burning across your cheeks, hot enough to cut through the summer air. He sighs heavily and for a second he panics the movement might cause you to flee, but you seem frozen. Slowly, cautiously, Johnny raises a hand to your cheek and gently guides you to look at him. He finally sees the tears that have gathered at the edges of your eyes and the sight causes his heart to lurch.

‘Kid,’ He murmurs, thumb softly moving over your skin. Your eyes are wide and waiting and Johnny sighs, ‘Fuck. I can’t break your heart.’ 

For a second you wonder if Johnny is going to do just that, whether you ought to have stuck with the silly unspoken game of before. But the sudden pull of his hand is slow, but firm, as if certain you might fly away if he lets go. His mouth is desperate against yours and strong and his other hand ghosts over your waist, bunching the material of your dress in his fingers. Before he can begin to question himself, you stumble forward until your chests are almost touching. It is a messy affair of clashing tongues and desperate fingers, at least until you break apart to catch your breath and then the reality of the situation seems to seep in. Johnny is standing closer than he has ever before, almost pressing you against the kitchen cabinet and his chest is lifting with each inhale of breath. 

You force yourself to speak first, but only manage a quiet whisper of his name. Johnny winces, ‘Y/N, this isn’t how I wanted this to go.’ 

Johnny sighs when he feels your mouth barely scratch over his neck and he slowly guides you against the countertop. The press of his hips against your own is slow, giving you time to slip away if you want to. The soft noise of appreciation that escapes from your chest at the first experimental roll of his hips is enough for him to continue. His hand moves from your waist, trailing to the top of your thigh to feel the bare skin beneath your sundress and as he shifts, you’re able to feel the growing hardness beneath his jeans. 

He is able to feel the lift of your mouth into a smile and he draws back to glance at your face. The smile across your features sends Johnny’s blood rushing southwards quicker than any amount of kissing and he finally allows himself to relax a little. Something about the seriousness of the earlier situation, of your firm tone and the sight of you moving away from him had set him on edge. 

This time it is him who trails his mouth against the sensitive skin of your neck, relishing the sudden exhales of breath each nip of his teeth draws from your throat. He is conscious of your wandering fingers, slipping beneath the hem of his t-shirt, slowly moving against his abdomen, daring to shift beneath his belt buckle. As much as he wants you to continue, the feeling sobers him and he pulls himself away, the loss of contact elicits a whimper from you that almost fractures his resolve. 

‘Y/N,’ Johnny smiles softly, his thumb tracing shapes on your hip, ‘I just don’t want to mess this up with you.’

His words cause your heart to flutter. If only you might tell him just how head over heels in love with him you are. ‘Johnny, I know. Why do you think I never said anything. I’d rather have you as a friend than not at all.’ 

Johnny’s smile grows a little wider. ‘Right. I just worry about you, about being with an idol and -.’ 

The gentle press of your hand against his chest breaks his train of thought. ‘Johnny, stop thinking.’

It is with something between adoration and absolute desire that he looks at you as you approach. He desperately tells himself to ingrain the image of you into his mind, standing in your kitchen, awash in the sunshine pouring through the window. Johnny’s hands reach for your waist and threaten to move beneath the hem of your dress and he is shameless as he presses himself against you. Your hands find purchase beneath his t-shirt, fingernails raking over his bare skin and it feels different touching Johnny like this, but better than you might have imagined. 

Johnny is soft and gentle, letting you guide him to your bedroom by his hand. At the foot of your bed, you look at him in an unspoken plea and he silently takes control, pushing you toward the duvet before settling himself between your thighs. He moves slowly, but with great purpose - grazing his teeth beneath your ear, spreading his hand on your thigh and forcefully pressing his hips against your own. The press of your nails into his shoulder blade and the breathy whines leaving your mouth drive him on, pushing him to pull the t-shirt from his back. His fingers slip beneath the straps of your summer dress and as he fiddles with them he pauses, ‘We can stop at any point, Y/N.’

He hears your huff and feels the tug of your fingers against the ends of his hair. When he finally removes your dress, he sighs against your neck and you relish in the feeling of bare skin against bare skin. Johnny raises himself onto his hands to have himself a shameless glance of your figure, ‘Kid,’ he mutters, shaking his head with a smirk playing at the edges of his mouth. 

He kisses along your stomach, on the inside of your thighs, dangerously close to your underwear. The movement riles you up exactly as he desires and he feels you fidget beneath him, whining his name. He hooks a finger beneath the waistband, but does not immediately move, giving you time to push him away, but you only stutter his name once more. Johnny is slow as he slips your underwear along your thighs, taking great enjoyment in the motion before he throws it to the side. He, at last, places his mouth where you most want him, smirking as he feels your hands move through his hair as his tongue flattens and rolls between your thighs, his breath fanning against your heat. His hand splays against your stomach to keep you in place and for a while, he is captivated by the sound of his name falling from your mouth and the tremble of your thighs. 

Slowly, steadily, he draws you to the edge, responding to each pull of his hair and jerk of your hips, until your thighs shake against his shoulders. He only stops when your fingers slip to his jaw and gently pull him away and he finally takes in your appearance. Johnny knew you were beautiful, but something about the sight of you, wide-eyed and needy for him strikes something a little deeper. He is aware of your fingers scooting along his abdomen, fiddling with the buckle of his belt. 

Johnny is big in every sense of the word - big as he nestles between your thighs, but even bigger when he lines himself up at your entrance. ‘Johnny,’ you mutter between kisses. 

At the mention of his name, he looks to your face and pauses, faintly aware of how achingly hard he is against your thigh. You look at him with hooded eyes, ‘It’s been a while.’

At first, Johnny just nods, before he lets out a breathy chuckle and his head falls forward to your shoulder, ‘I guess that’s my fault.’ 

Your laughter is a firm reminder of just how much he wants this, how much he wants you, the sex and the laughter. When he starts to slip inside, slowly because he wants to take the utmost care of you, he can feel your nails pressing crescent shapes into his shoulder. Part of him thinks he ought to be worried about someone seeing them, part of him wants everyone to know that you’re his, maybe he’ll walk around the dorm shirtless just to show Haechan, Mark, and everyone, that you’re only his. 

Johnny winces as he bottoms out, the feeling of you squeezing him making him want to curse himself for waiting so long to give in to his feelings. He furrows his brow and makes certain that you’re comfortable before he moves and you nod desperately, whilst pulling at his shoulders, searching for something to ground yourself with. Johnny smirks against your skin, moving with a little more force, reaching so deep that it feels as though he’s rearranging your insides. The feeling is so overwhelming that Johnny’s name falls from your mouth over and over again whilst you helplessly hold onto him. 

It is quiet as you finish, Johnny’s thumb tracing over your cheek, his breath fanning against your neck and he is slow to move away. He shifts to lie on his back and pulls you close, resting your chin on his chest as his fingers trail along the skin of your back. ‘Hey, Y/N,’ he murmurs, drawing your attention to his face, ‘Can I take you on a proper date tomorrow? Wine and dine, even though we’ve done things out of order.’

Johnny’s heart tightens at the sincerity behind your smile. There is a pause before you sigh, ‘I was actually thinking of asking Mark out tomorrow.’

Johnny immediately groans and fidgets beneath you, pressing his fingers into his eyes. ‘You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?’

Whilst you shake your head just to agonise him a little more, the sound of your laughter is enough - he can take a lifetime of teasing if it means he can grow old hearing it. 

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➳ Taeil -

When you’re content with spending time with him, even with eight tag-alongs. Johnny and Jungwoo are in the centre of the living room making a fuss about something and it is enough to make everyone laugh. A quick look at you and Taeil realises that you’re already glancing his way and the fleeting moment your eyes meet is enough to cause warmth to swell in his chest. He knows he is one of the quieter members of the group and he often has nothing to say and yet, you look to him even in a room full of people. 

When you’re moving through a hoard of people and he feels your fingers cling to his as if you might get swept away if you let go. He takes great pride in knowing that you trust him to protect you, to care for you. He can tell you he loves you a hundred times over and it is still not enough. He’ll push through every crowd and gently guide you to his inside whenever you walk beside a busy road, all whilst holding your hand as if you might fly away. 

➳ Johnny -

When he wakes in the morning, the bed is empty. A quick check of his phone and he realises that it’s already ten o’clock and he’s suddenly grateful for you letting him have a lie-in. When he finally peels himself from the bed, he sees you sitting in the kitchen, nursing a coffee as you read through a magazine. You’re swamped in a hoodie that very much belongs to him and he can’t help but pause at the sight.

When you visit the SM Building to meet him, and his group mates, for a coffee. He sees you standing in the sunshine, wearing your prettiest sundress, happily chatting away to Haechan and the sight brings a definite smile to his face. You look so happy and so beautiful and for a moment, he falters. He’s faintly aware of someone, Mark probably, calling his name, but he’s unmoving, feeling soft for the scene ahead of him. 

When you’re curling yourself into his side and Johnny realises that Haechan has been slipping you extra drinks all evening. You’re tucked into the crook of his neck, entirely uncaring for the restaurant surroundings. You’re muttering something and when he leans closer to listen, he realises that you’re telling him just how much you love him. It’s with tired eyes that you look at him and he is unable to resist wrapping you beneath his arm, all he wants to do is take care of you. He’ll bundle you up in his jacket soon and guide you home. 

➳ Taeyong -

When he finally pries himself from the studio a couple of hours after midnight. He’d last received a reply from you half an hour ago and he assumes that you’ve long since fallen asleep. He stumbles through the dorm already half asleep, briefly acknowledging Doyoung in the kitchen, before he makes for his bed. It’s only when he flicks on the bedside light that he realises that you aren’t in your own apartment, but are curled up beneath his duvet. The sight immediately makes him pause because you’re just so soft and he hadn’t realised just how much he’d been silently wanting to see you and you seemed to know without him mentioning anything. 

When you agree to meet in the studio just to spend time together. He has a track to be working on and you are happy to just be in his company without disturbing him. This in itself is more than enough to bring a shy sense of appreciation from him. But, when you walk into the studio, two iced coffees in hand, his laugh is light and airy because he has two identical coffees sitting on his desk, one for each of you. He suddenly realises just how similar you are, how well you complement each other. 

➳ Yuta -

When you spend half an evening in the kitchen, pouring your heart into cooking his favourite dish from Japan. He offers to help and you politely decline, (probably for the best), insisting that he takes the time to rest instead. It’s when he takes the first bite and it’s as if he’s sat at his mother’s dining table and when he asks whether you had spoken to his family for the recipe, you flush slightly and turn your head away with the worry that you hadn’t replicated it too well. He insists that it’s just as wonderful.

When he’s deep in conversation with Taeyong and his friend warmly asks how you’re doing. Yuta appears to come alive as he discusses you, even sharing the story of the dish you’d spent so much time preparing for him. He tells Taeyong that it tasted just like home, and he suddenly realises that home isn’t a place after all. Maybe you’re home. 

➳ Doyoung -

When you seem to pick up on how he’s feeling before he’s even realised himself. After a hectic week of promotion, practice and everything else in-between, Doyoung is tense. When you place a hand on his shoulder, you feel his tight muscles. When he talks with Yuta, you hear the slight bite behind his words. Doyoung doesn’t realise until you’re forcing him to rest his head on your lap so you can run your fingers through his hair, and he suddenly feels drained. It’s a quiet conversation about your day to ground him in something other than his own work and it’s when his eyelids feel heavy that he turns to place a kiss on your wrist as a silent thank you.

➳ Jaehyun -

When you’re at a bar with Jaehyun and a few friends, some being his group mates. Jaehyun had been caught up in conversation - he’d been reluctant to leave your side given that you had only just been introduced to some of his closest friends. When he finally looks up from his conversation, however, he sees you across the space, your head tipped back with laughter at something Jungwoo has just said and Jaehyun is overcome with the feeling that maybe, this might just work out. You seemed to slip into the group as if you had known them as long as he had and you were kind, and confident, and friendly, but not too friendly. 

When he slowly opens the door to the bedroom he shares with Jungwoo. His roommate is out for the evening and Jaehyun had occupied himself with whatever Haechan had been watching in the living room whilst you freshened up with a shower. It’s after a soft knock that he opens the door. He sees you, dressed all in his clothing after his last minute persuasion to have you stay the night. There is music playing and you’re slowly moving around the little space, folding the clothes he’d thrown on the floor, even straightening Jungwoo’s duvet, and he almost doesn’t want to disturb you, let you know he’s there. He thinks of how wonderful a mother you would make. 

➳ Jungwoo -

When it is an ordinary Wednesday, nigh eight o’clock. The rain that has threatened all day has finally arrived, washing the city in grey. Jungwoo goes to the apartment building entrance to let you inside and when he opens the door, he sees you half-drenched but still smiling. You have thrown your jacket over your head, but your shirt is sodden. When Jungwoo reaches for you, the bare skin on your arms is cool to the touch and even so, you do not complain. In fact, you seem happier than ever, soaked through. He welcomes you inside and it is all laughter and doubling over. There is a teasing glint in your eye as you wrap yourself around him and when he laughs and half-heartedly tries to push you away, he figures that this is what love feels like. 

➳ Mark -

When you both collapse onto the bed at your apartment after a busy day exploring Seoul. It is early evening and the windows in your apartment allow golden sunlight to filter inside. They are open and a gentle breeze comes through. Mark knows that his schedule is full for the coming weeks and yet, spending time with you seems to make him completely forget about it. He looks at you, basking in the golden light and it is as if he has nowhere to be, but here. The feeling in his chest is warm, like the air, and time is irrelevant. He does not speak for a while and neither do you, content with carding your fingers through his hair.

When you finally turn to him, you trace your thumb over his cheek and the sensation has him closing his eyes if only to savour the feeling. For a while, it is as if he is only Mark, not Mark of NCT. Sometimes, the thought of ordinary is nice. When it is time for him to go, (he does share a room with a manager after all), you are gentle with your goodbye, as if the softness of the evening is clinging to the moment. You kiss his cheek as your final parting and send him on his way with a firm reminder of just how much you’re in love with him.

➳ Haechan - 

When he finds you sitting at the piano he so much likes to play. He sees your bowed head, your lower lip pulled beneath your teeth, as you try and replicate the ditty he had played for you earlier in the day. There is a knit in your brow and when you play a wrong note, you backtrack with the same determination that he does. Even when he moves to your side and you make enough space on the piano stool for him to share, you do not stop trying to play. At least until he offers to show you once more and it is when he finishes and looks at you that he sees your eyes, wide with awe. He lets the moment pass by teasing you a little, something about being with him for his talented fingers. Inside he knows he is young and he has an entire lifetime ahead of him and he wonders if he is spoilt for having found this feeling so soon. 

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I think we can agree that Chan is a pleaser - if he can do something for someone, he will. So you’re close friends with the group, but particularly Chan and let’s say that isn’t always easy being best friends with someone as attractive, and lovely, as Chan himself, but you get by keeping all feelings and any desire to jump his bones to yourself. Occasionally there is a little tension - on the day's Chan is feeling stressed or needy you sometimes wonder whether you ought to throw caution to the wind and finally make a move like Hyunjin has been telling you to for weeks. Recently the unspoken tension seems to have increased threefold - maybe it’s because he’s leaving the country soon, maybe it’s because you’re in love with him and spend an unhealthy amount of time fighting off thoughts that you definitely shouldn’t be having about your best friend. It comes to a head a couple of days before Chan is due to fly to the US and this is how it goes:

First, maybe Chan invited you to just hang out at the dorm whilst he finishes packing his suitcase. You’re just lounging on his bed, silently admiring him as he fiddles about in his wardrobe as if every single item isn’t the same shade of black. It’s quiet, as it always is before he flies halfway around the world, the atmosphere is stuck somewhere between excitement for the upcoming tour and sadness for him having to leave the city and you. After a while he stands and walks to the bed with a hoodie in hand and you assume he’s about to pull it on, but instead he offers it to you.

‘What is that for?’ You ask, furrowing your brow.

At first Chan is a little quiet, his gaze on the floor as he replies: ‘I just thought, because I’m going away.’

As soon as he begins, he starts to backtrack. The first thought that flashes through your mind is that maybe he feels the same way about you as you do him and it stuns you into silence until you hear the sudden insecurity in his voice. Then you immediately move closer to him and reach for the hoodie and it takes great willpower to firstly, not melt over just how cute he is, and secondly, pull him to your side. ‘Chan,’ you manage, faintly aware of the tears gathering at the edges of your eyes, ‘I’ll miss you so much.’

You’re not sure who moves, but suddenly you’re wrapped tight in Chan’s arms, your nose tucked into the crook of his neck, your bodies pressed close together. Chan can feel his t-shirt bunched in your fists and he tries to hold you even closer and he knows his heart is pounding in a way that betrays just how he feels. He tells you just how much he’s going to miss you too and it almost hurts when he sees your watery eyes as he pulls away. He isn’t thinking as he leans closer, bowing his head slightly, his thoughts are in a whirr because you’re giving him the softest, most adoring look and he’s in love. His mouth is gentle against yours - the movement of someone slowly testing the waters, someone cautious of sending their best friend running a mile if this is all a misunderstanding. When he feels your fingers press into his back to keep him close, he finally begins to relax into the kiss.

It’s soft and gentle and sometimes you break apart to catch your breath, but your foreheads press together and Chan’s grip around your waist is enough to express his determination to keep you close. He allows you to take the lead - deepening the kiss, your fingers daring to slip beneath his t-shirt and he slowly pushes you to the duvet, taking his time to hover over you so you can ask him to stop at any moment. It’s quiet as you carefully peel clothing from one another - t-shirts, trousers and even when you’re almost naked, when he is achingly hard against your thigh, Chan doesn’t speed things up. He waits for you to make the final step and you do, as he places kisses along your collarbone, you thread your fingers through his hair and sigh quietly, ‘Chan, please.’

He lifts his head to catch your eye and when you nod, he finally slips your underwear down your thighs. He finds your mouth again and mutters against your lips, ‘I’m going to take care of you.’

All you can do is nod again and hold onto his broad shoulders in an effort to keep yourself grounded because this is Chan, your best friend, the one you’ve been in love with for you don’t remember how long and he’s just beautiful and gentle. He looks to you again before he lines himself up, a final demand for consent and when you start to feel a stretch, your fingernails press crescent shapes into his back. Chan’s breathing is heavy as he stills, torn somewhere between wanting to fuck you in the way he’s been thinking about for months and trying to hold it together. He furrows his brow and triple-checks whether you’re okay and even when you nod and say yes, he can see tears in your eyes once more and it’s only when you tug at the ends of his hair and sigh that he realises why they’re there. ‘It feels so good,’ you manage and Chan responds by gently moving his hips against your own.

This isn’t something Chan wants to rush, in fact, he wants it to last a lifetime. The closeness has you both softly sighing as your head falls deeper into the pillow, Chan’s forehead resting on your shoulder as he savours the warmth and the way you squeeze him just right. The feeling of you wrapped around him has his head spiralling and he is sure, he will come undone soon. He rolls his hips and draws a whimper from your mouth and the noise prompts him to move again, quicker, deeper, if only to hear that noise again.

It is gentle even when you finish – your name falls from Chan’s mouth as his movements still and he places a grounding hand on your thigh as he feels your shaking legs around his waist. His retreat is slow, reluctant, and he does not move far, moving to your side and tugging you into his chest. His touch is soft and meant to slowly draw you back to him and for a while, neither of you speak. Eventually, you shift to look at his face, one hand caressing his cheek and for a moment you stumble over your words because Chan is looking at you as if you’re his entire world. It’s sort of like, ‘Chan, I – ‘ and that’s it, even though you want to tell him you’re in love with him.

Even though you can’t quite finish, Chan nods his head and replies, ‘I know, me too.’

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I keep having Taeyong thoughts and it isn’t healthy. So just imagine if you were the inspiration behind ‘Baby don’t stop.’ I mean, what if it was something that occasionally slipped from your mouth when Taeyong was making you feel particularly good. (Stretching you out, fucking you just right, and why would you ever want him to stop, so you tell him a little breathlessly. He’s absolutely a pleaser, so he’ll carry on, maybe even go a little harder than before.) A few weeks later, Taeyong invites you into the studio so he can share some of the tracks he’s been working on with you. There will be a producer there too, but you’ve met them all enough times that they’re happy to have you there. One of the tracks in untitled and when Taeyong hits play, you’re very aware of his eyes on you, gauging your immediate reaction. When you hear Taeyong’s breathy ‘baby, don’t stop,’ you flush and look to the floor as if deep in thought, as if not trying desperately to avoid the producer’s eye because Taeyong had written a song baring some resemblance to you almost begging for him to fuck you. Taeyong certainly isn’t shameless so maybe he’s going to be a little flustered now he has you sat in front him listening to it, but then he sees you looking at him with bedroom eyes and it’s over, he’s ready to pull you away just so he can hear you say those words all over again.

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I’ve just been thinking about how y’know, good, Chan looks in some of his stage outfits and it got me wondering. Say their stylist had handed out a bunch of clothing items for them each to take home to try on, Chan, being as busy as he is, had half-heartedly tried them before putting them in the corner of his bedroom to return at some point. When you’re hanging out at the dorm one evening and Chan goes to shower, you have a little look through the bag and find a particularly comfortable looking shirt and decide Chan probably wouldn’t mind if you slipped into it. (When Chan returns, he definitely doesn’t mind.) He sees you, sat against the headboard and just scrolling through your phone, as though you aren’t only wearing a button-up that is barely covering your bare thighs. 

At first, he’s going to be surprised into a flush and be like, ‘Oh.’ When he sees your innocent expression something is definitely going to change - he tries to keep his eyes focused on your face as you mention how nice the shirt is, but there’s something incredibly distracting about your half-naked figure. When he says that it was from the stylist and you instantly offer to swap it for something else, his voice is a little firm as he tells you it’s okay. There’s going to be a moment of silence where you simply look at each other - you take note of his ever-so slightly darkened expression, the sudden heave of his chest. You place a hand on his cheek and kiss him softly and it would have been harmless if only you hadn’t shifted your legs and the hem of the shirt hadn’t lifted even higher. A glimpse of the fringe of your underwear and Chan is gone. 

He’s going to get real close and quick - one hand cupping your chin to keep you still, the other heavy on your thigh, moving higher with every passing second. He’s gripping at the skin and whilst he isn’t rough, he isn’t exactly gentle and there is absolute desire in his kisses as he moves down your neck, all the way to the front of the button-up. When he sees just how few buttons you’d bothered to do up, he audibly groans and if he wasn’t hard before, he certainly is now. The hand that was on your thigh has long since slipped beneath the shirt and he holds your waist as he finally lays you down, desperate to have you as close as possible. His movements will be slow, but purposeful - he takes great care to shower you with affection, gentle touches and grazes of his teeth, not to mention the forceful press of his hips against your own so you’re able to feel just what the sight of you in his button-up is doing to him. He knows how to rile you up until you’re digging your nails into his shoulder and pleading for him to touch you.

Chan will flush at the noises you’re making, but they’ll only make him want you more. He’ll have his hands up your shirt, running over your chest, drawing quiet moans of his name from your mouth. He’ll throw your underwear somewhere into the bedroom, but when you go to remove the button-up he’ll immediately stop you, telling you to keep it on because you look so good in it. Any opportunity to tease him about his confession is cut short by him slipping inside and the stretch is just right, sending any thoughts far from your head. He’ll bunch the shirt up in his fist as he moves and appreciate the sight of you looking swamped in the material. 

wow, your writing is so good, i went through your whole masterlist over the last hour haha

Naw, you’re so sweet?! I’m glad you enjoyed it 🥺💕

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Okay, so I was just thinking about the recent SKZ Talker episode where Chan asks Jisung if he can move the playstation into his bedroom and if Chan had listened to Jisung’s teasing no this is exactly how it would have played out. So, Chan obviously plays video games when he can find time and you, being as good a girlfriend as you are, are more than happy to sit beside him as he plays. Sometimes, you scroll through your phone, or finish up whatever work you still have to get through and it’s pretty comfy. Generally, you’ll order take-out and some of the other members will join you on the sofas and the whole thing will be pretty cosy. Until Chan is looking particularly fine, and there’s a furrow in his brow as he watches the television and it’s been at least three hours since he so much as glanced in your direction. Naturally you’re going to nudge him after a while, just a little brush of his arm to try and get his attention. He’ll look at you for a second and then suddenly realise just how much time has passed and he’ll instantly be like, ‘Oh, babygirl, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise how late it was.’ Before you can even say anything to reassure him that’s it’s okay he’s pulling you into his lap, drawing your thighs against his own so you’re straddling him. It’s definitely going to start out innocent enough - him feeling guilty about inviting you over and then getting distracted, you just after a cuddle on the sofa or something. So you wrap your arms around his neck and snuggle into him and it’s cosy, except Chan can’t stop analysing the situation - his girlfriend content with hanging out, being all cute tucked into his side, and he’s suddenly feeling a little needy. He’s definitely going to be shy about letting you know, starting out with placing his hands on your thighs and squeezing because he’s suddenly frustrated and he just wants to feel the skin beneath your trousers. He’s going to gently move you from the crook of his neck and when you start kissing, he’s going to realise that he’s half-hard already. 

His movements are going to be slow - he’s caught somewhere between absolute desire and the need to be a respectful boyfriend. As much as he wants to ruin you, he’ll hold himself at bay until you give him some signal. I think he’d be hyper-aware of your movements, for example if you slip your fingers below the hem of t-shirt and run your nails along his abdomen, just above the waistband of his trousers, he’s going to take that as a sign. He’ll instantly pick you up, just to lay you on your back and the little noise of surprise you make is enough to send his blood rushing southwards. So he’ll settle himself between your thighs, one hand will pull your t-shirt up your chest, the other will be gripping your thigh and any regard for the fact you’re on the shared dorm sofa will be entirely forgotten. He’s going to press himself close, finding friction between your legs and he’s going to be so desperately hard that he’s swallowing his own quiet whimpers. He won’t break away as he begins unbuckling your belt and as soon as your trousers are loose, he’s going to push his hand beneath, trailing his fingers right where you want him. 

Now, Jisung is going to be entirely oblivious as he enters the living room. He knew that you had been with Chan as he played video games, but this was unexpected. First, he’ll hear a little gasp and then, all at once, he’ll see you and Chan and Chan’s hand halfway hidden beneath your trousers. Jisung will run a mile, straight to his bedroom and he’ll hear Chan’s bedroom door click a minute later and thank his lucky stars that he hadn’t been seen because he might have died. He’ll inform Chan the next morning, without being able to look him in the eye, that he can move the playstation into his room after all. 

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Part of me thinks that Changbin would be hyper-aware of exposing your relationship if his group members don’t yet know, or if they do, at least a little conscious of expressing too much affection around them. They’d tease him even more than they already do. 

But, equally, I think that Changbin is absolutely the sort of boyfriend who instinctively glances up from whatever he is doing whenever you walk into the room. His eyes will follow your movement and whoever he was talking to is momentarily forgotten (and trust me, Minho gives out about it). Even if you’re not intending to walk near him, he’ll extend an arm in a silent invitation for you to slip to his side and he’ll instantly pull you closer. Maybe he just has a thing about having his hands on you - he doesn’t care where, thigh, waist, shoulder, he just wants to have something to grip onto. And you’re hardly complaining, his hands are going to be pretty callused from weight-lifting and the rough skin, the weight of his hand, is reassuring. Not to mention a turn-on when he applies a little pressure to your thigh and sends a hundred sexual thoughts running through your head.

He’s sometimes casual about everything and you simply join the group like you’re a friend. Changbin doesn’t push to sit beside you and it’s cool, you chat away to whoever you’re closest to because you’re all friends and the fact that you’re dating Changbin doesn’t change anything. Or, he’s all over you, entirely uncaring who might see what. He’s cornering you in the shared kitchen, distracting you from cooking, talking to you in a low voice, probably whining about how long dinner is taking and he’s got other matters on his mind. He presses himself close and when he kisses you, it’s hot and intense and inappropriate in every possible way given that you’re in the shared kitchen. Minho is definitely going to be the one giving out when he catches you both and as you hide behind Changbin, he’s smirking in such a way that screams just how little he cares about being caught. 

On the occasions he’s feeling particularly confident, he’ll ask whether you’re good, as if he isn’t slowly rearranging your insides and he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s moving slowly, but reaching so, so deep all you can manage is a quiet, soft mhmm. He definitely smirks, but doesn’t press you any further. It’s the sort of occasion where you can’t even bring yourself to trail your nails against his back, all you can think to do is wrap your arms around him to try and bring him even closer, to feel as much of his skin against your own. The feeling is so engulfing that you’re almost silent, desperately clinging to Changbin’s broad shoulders to try and ground yourself and Changbin lives for this - his girlfriend too full of him to talk. 

[ Being in a Secret Relationship with Jisung Headcanons ] -

Pairing: Han Jisung x reader

Warnings: Reference to 18 + Content

- Given that it had been only a few years since Stray Kids had debuted, Jisung was technically bound by the clauses and subclauses of his contract, which explicitly stated dating to be off the table

- When Jisung met you, however, a few lines printed on a page weren’t going to come between him and what he wanted

- Whilst ignoring the rules put in place by management was easy, keeping the relationship quiet was significantly more difficult than either of you expected it to be

- Truthfully, you hadn’t meant to keep it from the group, Han was just a little shy about showing affection in front of them and you wanted to be as respectful as possible

- Thankfully, you were an established member of the SKZ friendship circle so being seen out and about with any member, Jisung included, was entirely overlooked by both the media and management

- This meant that you and Jisung were able to get coffee and walk to the studio together, but that is as far as you both felt comfortable going in public - anything else might have been too risky and flagged your relationship up to JYP

- There was constantly the risk of being caught standing a little too close to each other by a fan

- Honestly, Han worried a lot too - he sometimes felt overwhelmed by everything - the pressure to produce material that his fans would appreciate, maintaining his physical appearance and keeping-up with Chan’s searing pace in the studio

- After seeing him consume near four Iced Americano’s in a single day, you knew that his stresses had finally caught him up and he was drastically trying to fight them off by hiding away in the studio and battling sleep

- When you found him, you asked whether your relationship was adding to his worries

- The question startled him and he immediately stood to meet you in the middle of the room, his hands reaching for yours - he saw the furrow of your brow and realised that he had been a little distant recently and considering that he’d expressed his apprehension of exposing your relationship, he felt your question was justified

- He felt incredibly guilty all of a sudden and, holding your hands, began to apologise for pushing you away and naturally you would reassure him that it was okay, you understood, but you were here for him and if he needed space, it was fine

- Jisung was instantly like, ‘huh’, ‘what’, ‘no’, you were here and he wasn’t going to lose you

- So, after he says this it could go either one of two ways –

- The first, Jisung would extend his arms outward and coax you in for a long, heartfelt hug. His hands would wrap around your back and he’d rest his chin against your shoulder, making sure to tell you that he is positively, irrevocably, in love with you. And he’d be grateful, saying that he knows he can be a little difficult from time to time and he appreciated your endless affection. When the moment suddenly felt a little too sappy for comfort, he would definitely end the exchange by purposely squeezing your waist too hard just to hear you laugh.

- Or, all that caffeine would go to his head and he’d lurch for you, his hands reaching for your face, and he’d dive right in for your mouth. One hand would move to your hip and he’d suddenly pull you nearer, as if that were possible, so your hips were flush. His hands would keep you there, at least until he decided it wasn’t enough and then he was backing you against the nearest wall and the moment your back hit against it, he would place a hand beneath your thigh and raise it against his own.

- It would get steamy real quick and he’s grinding his hips against you, making himself a little more hard each and every time and you’re almost breathless from the whirlwind of it all

- Jisung can be a horn dog, let’s be real and being in the studio is hardly going to stop him when he’s feeling needy and you’re looking fine

- Chan would politely knock on the studio door a little while later, not wanting to disturb Jisung in case he was recording and when he was invited in, he would see you asleep on the little sofa against the backwall and Jisung would be sat at the mixing desk engrossed his work

- Chan would instantly know that something was a little off – the scene seemed ordinary enough, but Han’s hair was just a little too tousled and he’d glance at you properly and suddenly realise that you didn’t seem to have any trousers on – thankfully Jisung’s hoodie was long enough to hide the precious parts of you, but your bare legs were enough to betray exactly what you had been up to prior to Chan’s arrival

- When Jisung realises that Chan is stood beside him, he has to stop himself from panicking because now the moment of lust has passed, he realises that screwing in the studio was possibly a little, a lot, risky

- So, he definitely blushes as he looks at his leader and Chan is definitely blushing back because this is the last thing he expected

- Chan would choke out what he had to say and then leave as quickly as possible

- Jisung is caught somewhere between embarrassment and a sort of ‘who cares’ attitude, though he supposes that your relationship is probably no longer a secret and part of him is a little remorseful that Chan even got a glimpse of your bare legs

- It wasn’t exactly how he planned to reveal your relationship and Chan’s shock would probably prevent him from being able to resist from sharing immediately with Changbin, who would tease Jisung to no end, but what could he do now

- Besides, you were half-naked behind him and that was enough to put a fair few of his worries to bed

[ Bang Chan Hard Thought ] -

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Okay, so Chan is absolutely the sort to shy away from doing anything unless you explictly ask. I’m talking, you’re making out on your bed and it’s hot and heavy and anything but innocent. He’s moving down your neck, nipping at your most sensitive spots and maybe he’s smirking when he tugs a particularly desperate noise from your mouth. His hands have found purchase beneath your shirt, fingers running along your waist, constantly threatening to move higher. And he’s achingly hard against your thigh. Your hands are moving along his back, beneath his black t-shirt and the slight press of your nails against his skin is enough to encourage him to press his hips tighter against your own. When you press your thigh against his waist, he moves against you to create friction and he’s desperate, but he won’t do anything more until you’re tugging at the ends of his hair and sighing and pulling away from him just long enough to say, ‘Chan, please fuck me.’ 

And then, well. 

He’s smirking, but inside, he’s screaming at himself to keep it together. As much as he wants to tear your clothes off, he’s desperate to be respectful, so it’s delicate fingers pulling at the hem of your shirt until it’s over your head. He falters for a moment when he sees you shirtless, exposed to him and he suddenly remembers just how hard he is. You catch him staring, even though it is just for a second and you can see the conflict behind his eyes. His hair is tousled and he just looks so big settled between your legs and his trousers really aren’t doing much to conceal what is supposed to be hidden beneath. And you know that he is trying to be a gentleman, so this time you tug at his t-shirt, drawing him down to you and when he is close enough, you sigh just beside his ear, ‘Chan, I said fuck me.’ 

[ Meeting Chan in a Coffeeshop Headcanons ] -

Pairing: Chan x reader

Warnings: None

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A/N: This is a dumb series of headcanons about a cute boy, yours faithfully, me

- It was just your average Thursday morning and by this point in the week, you had grown tired of staring at the same four walls of your apartment whilst trying to get through your work

- To mix it up a little, (as though you didn’t do this every Thursday morning), you decided to take your work, laptop and all, down to your local coffee-shop

- Inside, you saw the usual faces made-up mostly of those in a similar position to yourself - tired students and frustrated relocated employees

- After collecting your drink, you sat at a table for two, barely acknowledging the occupied tables to your left and right

- At least until you’d downed half your coffee and the immediate buzz it provided had begun to wane, taking your inspiration with it, and leaving you to glance over at those nearest to distract yourself

- To your left, there was a mother and daughter, sipping coffee and seemingly catching-up

- To your right, no-one

- It was another twenty minutes before you lifted your eyes from your laptop screen and realised that the seat to your right had now been taken and a fleeting glance told you that it was a young guy

- That was enough information to bring a flush to your cheeks, which you felt ridiculous about - you’d barely looked at the guy and the simple fact that there was a guy sat beside you was sufficient to make you a little self-conscious

- But, that was stupid and you had work to be doing, so you lowered your gaze and it wasn’t as if you could really see him anyway given that he was mostly hidden beneath a low-slung baseball cap and dark clothes

- You were faintly aware of him occasionally clicking away on laptop, of the music quietly seeping outwards from his headphones

- At one point, you momentarily left to go to the bathroom and when you returned, the person had seemingly disappeared, though there was a briefcase discarded on the chair and you supposed that someone else must have reserved the seat

- A few minutes passed and still no one arrived, which was odd, but none of your business

- Honestly you thought little more of it, until someone gently nudged your shoulder and asked if the seat was taken. It had been at least half an hour and the guy hadn’t returned so you said no, but offered to move the briefcase to your own table, just in case

- You didn’t want to look through someone’s bag so you supposed that if they didn’t appear before you were finished you would hand it to the coffeeshop staff

- It was nearing closing time by the time you were getting ready to leave, the coffeeshop had emptied and you were in the process of packing your things into your rucksack when someone came rushing into the coffeeshop in a fluster

- The guy from earlier rushed to the empty table alongside your own and leant over the chair to look for something, he’d removed his baseball cap and you noticed his pale blue hair

- He sent a hand carding through his hair in a show of his stress and you quietly called out to his back, asking whether he’d left his briefcase

- He immediately turned to face you and you had a sort of, ‘oh’ moment because it wasn’t just anyone stood in front of you, it was Bang Chan

- ‘Have you got it?’ He would reply, still on edge, whilst you just looked at him, all wide eyed

- You’d struggle to get any sort of sentence out and would simply pull the briefcase out from where you’d put it for safekeeping and offer it to him

- Chan instantly heaved his chest with relief, he hung his head, before giving you the biggest, most relieved smile possible. He clutched the briefcase to his chest and thanked you a hundred times over.

- Throughout this, you blushed, hard

- When he eventually stopped thanking you, you mustered the courage to comment something about taking care of his things otherwise JYP would tell him off personally

- This time it was Chan who had a sort of ‘oh’ moment as he realised that he’d been recognised

- You saw his expression falter for a second and you immediately mentioned how relieved you were that you had found it, but that you must be getting home

- Chan would nod and thank you again and pause for your name and then thank you directly

- He’d watch as you started to leave (your heart was thrumming because you’d just spoken to Bang Chan and you wanted to talk to him forever and maybe even ask for a photograph or his autograph, but the poor guy seemed so stressed and you just wanted to give him some space)

- He suddenly caught your arm and called your name (honestly you almost died because Chan saying your name was divine) and he sort of stammered out how he owed you and could he buy you another drink

- So you’re flustered and understandably so and Chan is blushing like there’s no tomorrow because now he’s taken a proper look at you, you’re attractive and what has he just gotten himself into

- Just picture you and Chan, staring at each other in a coffeeshop, both as awkward as each other

- Before you can really catch yourself you’re agreeing and next thing you know Chan has taken your order and is waiting in line and he’s even left his sacred briefcase by your side because apparently you’re better at looking after it than he is

- When he comes back he asks about your day, about what you’ve been up to (he actually noticed how busy you looked when he had been sat beside you earlier in the day) and the conversation flows as if you’ve known each other for a lifetime

- Chan feels more comfortable chatting with you than he does a hundred people he’s known for years and after a while, he catches himself and it dawns on him and he’s like huh

- You kind of skirt around the subject of him being an idol, mentioning that he must be busy and everything but that’s really it and whilst he doesn’t say it, Chan is pretty pleased, he almost feels ordinary and it’s nice

- It’s almost dark outside when a member of staff approaches and politely informs you that it’s closing time and you both instantly jump up and of course you don’t miss an opportunity to tease him a little about leaving his briefcase and he’s giving you a smile that goes all the way to his eyes

- When he offered to buy you a coffee he thought it would stay as just that, but he’s suddenly stood in the street and you’re murmuring your thanks and he realises that he doesn’t really want to say goodbye even though he’s so, so busy and has a million other things racing through his mind, the thought of letting you go, to be lost in the city’s crowd, is one that makes him feel a little nauseous

- You’re giving him a once over, making sure he has that damn briefcase slung over his shoulder, and he’s asking for your number out of nowhere and if you thought you’d blushed hard earlier, this is a whole level above

- You nod and you’re not quite sure if you remember how to breathe, but you’re typing your phone number into Chan’s phone and he’s looking at you with a soft expression of joy

- When he’s tucked his phone into his pocket, he asks whether you’re able to get home safe and you make sure to reassure him and saying goodbye is seemingly awkward and difficult, but between the both of you, you manage a clumsy sort of one and you wish him luck with whatever he’s off to do

- Chan is courteous and bows his head slightly and forces himself to peel himself away because he’s certain you have other things to be doing and as he steps away, his destination the studio, his fingers are tapping against the screen of his phone as he silently muses how soon he can message you

- There are several missed calls from Jisung and Changbin, but Chan can’t bring himself to be worried

Just a post to say that my inbox is open for any requests! I write for NCT, Monsta X, Stray Kids and BTS, TxT and TO1! Imagines/headcanons/reactions, anything else!! :))

[ Friends to Lovers with Kihyun Headcanons ] -

Pairing: Kihyun x reader

Warnings: None

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You’d worked alongside enough companies, alongside enough idols, to be well acquainted with the general idea of the dating ban. As far as you were concerned, it prevented any unwanted situations. They were constantly under scrutiny and you were quite content working from behind the scenes. 

Starship Entertainment had recruited you to join their writing programme and it had just so happened that Monsta X were in the process of producing material for their upcoming comeback

That had been almost an entire year ago, the comeback had been and gone, and you’d stuck around to start on the next album

In that time, you’d grown close to the group, spending hours at a time cooped-up in the studio, sometimes passing what little free time you had together, getting food, occasionally shopping

It hadn’t been intentional, but you’d naturally gravitated toward Kihyun, who was generous, and hard-working, and attractive. There was little denying the fact that he was easy on the eye, but he was an idol, and the three-whip bylaw never strayed far from your mind - he was off-limits. 

It didn’t seem that he was deterred, however, and you wondered whether he was simply affectionate with every one of his friends - leaning a little too close for comfort when you sat at the mixing-desk, placing a firm hand on your waist whenever he needed to brush-by, allowing barely an inch between your bodies when you queued for coffee

After a while, you began to pick-up on his habits - placing a hand on his shoulder, close to the crook of his neck, when he was sat at the mixing-desk and seeking the warmth of his thigh against your own when he insisted on you squeezing onto the too-small sofa, rather than standing

When you were alone, his hand would move to your knee, the threat of it slipping higher ever present, and if he were slouched in the producer’s chair, your fingers would card through the hair at the nape of his neck

That was it, right?

You certainly hadn’t shared a conversation about anything to do with feelings

But, you weren’t in a position to date anyone else and part of you hoped that he felt similarly 

(One morning, on your way to the studio, you met to grab a coffee and when the barista started to shamelessly flirt with you, Kihyun’s arm moved around your waist as if to tell the world that you were his)

Kihyun’s closest friends had actually been on at him for a couple of months and your relationship was a touchy subject - at least once day, they asked whether you were dating and when he evaded the question, as was typical, they were quick to tease -

Changkyun had commented something along the lines of, if Kihyun wasn’t going to make a move, he was - Kihyun’s glare almost sent him running and he quickly dropped the matter

Shownu, with slightly more tact than his friends, pointed out that friends didn’t act quite the way he’d seen Kihyun and you act

For a while, you carried on as you were - toeing the line somewhere between friendship and something more and sure, the tension was virtually palpable (Hyungwon actively refusing to enter the studio on one occasion, convinced that he would find two people in varying states of undress inside), but you didn’t want to be the one reading into something that, perhaps, wasn’t there

(It was) (Kihyun felt much the same and he’d been dropping hints for weeks)

After a particularly drawn-out day in the studio, Kihyun insisted on getting dinner and you were more than happy to join him, sharing a couple of beers and winding down for a day off. Just like any other time, you did the very same things that you both knew a couple would - holding out food for one another and snapping too-cute photographs of each other

Kihyun offered (more like demanded) to walk you home and naturally, you invited him inside, as would any friend, but in a moment of bravery, you asked if he would like a glass of wine

A couple of close friends enjoying a drink together on a Friday evening? No big deal

Seeing that it you were both lucky enough to have a day or two off, Kihyun couldn’t see a reason to say no, so you chatted a while in the kitchen of your apartment, about work, about family and friends, and flirted a little

Maybe it was the wine, you weren’t certain, but you were laughing along with each other, before you were suddenly standing closer than before and it was cool, you’re friends, until you suddenly weren’t because he had leant nearer to kiss you and you supposed friends didn’t do that

Glasses of wine forgotten, Kihyun had placed his hands on your waist after you’d placed a hand just below his ear to let him know that this was exactly what you wanted and he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving against yours in a way that told you he had thought about this very situation before

When you withdrew to catch your breath, he didn’t allow you to slip very far and the faint blush visible across your features was temptation enough for him to ask for more

Pairing: Namjoon x (fem) reader

Warnings: Reference to 18 + Themes

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A/N: I watched the PTD show in theatre this morning and the Adonis that is Namjoon inspired this little drabble

‘What are you going to do now?’ Jimin asked the dressing-room.

Tae had momentarily glanced upwards from the ramen in his lap. With his mouthful, he muttered, ‘Eat.’

Namjoon sighed and shook his head ever so slightly. He might have said nothing at all and no-one would have pressed, but he caught sight of you across the dressing-room and he was simply unable to resist. He straightened his posture and smirked, ‘I’m going to fuck my girlfriend.’

Now, he was certainly aware of the eyes that flashed to him, wide with both astonishment and amusement, but he didn’t acknowledge them. They followed him as he moved by, all the way, until he reached your side. Whatever you had been occupying yourself with on your phone whilst waiting for Namjoon to ready himself was forgotten.

As he neared, he placed a hand to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, and he pulled you closer so he could place a soft kiss to your temple. If you had heard him announce his agenda to the group, you might not have leant into his touch so readily. Part of him was surprised that a comment hadn’t already been made by someone - on any other occasion, they would have taken the opportunity to do him over and tease a blush to your face. It had been week after week of intense practice and preparation and he’d either been too exhausted, or too busy, to spend any significant amount of time with you. The group was being either uncharacteristically generous to him, or were too tired to remark on the matter.

Oblivious to whatever was or might be said, you smiled at Namjoon as he withdrew. He didn’t move far, his hand moving to your lower-back as he bowed his head, ‘Shall we get going?’

When you nodded in response, he half-twisted his torso to bid the group goodbye and goodnight. As much as he adored each of them, he was almost a little relieved to finally have some time apart and, even more importantly, with you. When you asked whether he was certain he was ready to leave them, he explained how he felt, promising that they probably felt the same. They were each going to go their separate ways too - to partners, sneaky-links, or whatever else, he didn’t entirely care when he was walking to the waiting taxi with you at his side.

The next day, after prying himself from your arms with a promise to return to your apartment in a matter of hours, (with dinner), Namjoon had innocently walked into the dorm living-room whilst still in the process of pulling-on a clean t-shirt. Jin, who had been minding his own business on the sofa, turned at an unfortunate moment - he caught sight of Namjoon’s bare skin. On any other day, he wouldn’t have so much as noticed, one of them walking around shirtless was hardly new. The splotches of purpled skin that trailed below the waistband of his trousers, however, were suggestive enough to cause a sudden flush along the back of Jin’s neck. He tilted back in his seat and screamed. For a moment, he extended his arm, pointing to the evidence, before he covered his mouth in surprise. When Namjoon turned, he saw the response. Yoongi was shaking his head, his line of sight was cast to the floor, but he was definitely smiling. Tae looked impressed, (Namjoon wondered whether his dongsaeng thought he didn’t have it in him.)

Namjoon was smiling himself and as he looked to them, he shrugged, ‘I told you what I was going to do yesterday.’

[ Being in a secret relationship with Changbin Headcanons ] -

Pairing: Changbin x reader

Warnings: Reference to 18 + Themes & Swearing

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- JYP had been clear, coherent and concise - Stray Kids were not to date, enter a relationship, or be seen in any sort of suspicious situation that might be interpreted a particular way

- Technically, Changbin hadn’t infringed on any of the above rules, at least as far as he was concerned

- It had been JYP who had invited you into the studio of Stray Kids to involve the outlook of an outsider into the writing process and Changbin, given that he always tried to be gentlemanly, had tried his upmost to make you feel entirely welcome

- It wasn’t his fault that you were lovely and everything he’d ever wanted

- At first, you only met the members of 3RACHA, given that the trio were mostly responsible for writing and producing the group’s material and as your relationship was relatively fresh, Changbin didn’t worry about sharing the ins-and-outs with Chan and Han

- Let’s be real though, Chan caught on pretty quick and Han had a pretty hard time smothering his very knowing smirk after Chan had pointed out a few suspicious details to him

- To begin, when you and the trio collectively wrote, Changbin seemed to hang on every suggestion and adjustment you made and whilst Chan knew his dedication to the art of music-making was profound, he was certain that he’d never listened so politely to his comments

- Not only that, but when you had other commitments or it was so late that they’d already insisted you go home, Changbin made sure to reiterate your earlier directions

- He even withdrew your notebook on one occasion - Chan was horrified and panicked for a moment that you’d left it behind by mistake and Changbin had nosed around inside uninvited because he knew just how embarrassed he would be if someone stumbled across his half-finished jottings

- When Changbin insisted that you’d given him permission and purposefully left it behind, he was a little surprised - he felt like it was an invitation into the intimate workings of your mind

- Han picked the notebook up at one point and whilst he only meant to move it to the side so that he didn’t spill his coffee over it, Changbin immediately lurched for it, worried that Han planned to flick through

- Han was more than a little startled and whilst Chan laughed, Changbin took the notebook and filed it away into his bag, clearly precious over it

- Changbin is pretty bashful though, so the flush that took to his cheeks was virtually glowing and whilst Chan and Han were nice enough to refrain from saying anything, they couldn’t conceal their smiles as Changbin lowered his gaze to the laptop in front of him and refused to look away until he had cooled down

- Once or twice, Changbin had insisted on leaving the dorm early to get coffee on his way to the studio - he also flatly refused any assistance from both Chan and Han

- It was a ploy to meet you so you’d have five minutes together before the other two arrived

- Chan had actually only been a couple of minutes behind and he had caught sight of you through the little window in the studio door - Changbin was sat at the mixing-desk, admittedly with a coffee on the desk, and you were stood directly opposite

- Changbin had a hand on your thigh and you had one on his shoulder and you were simply chatting about something or other and Chan felt as though he didn’t want to disturb you both just yet

- He thought it was cute, and he was a little shy, so he loitered in the hallway, pretending to browse the vending machine until Han turned up

- When you and Han stepped-out later in the day on a lunch run, Chan gently approached the subject - he was happy for Changbin, more than happy, and he thought you were a wonderful partnership, he was just a little worried that if he’d seen you, so might have anyone else who had walked past, including management

- As kindly and respectfully as possible, he mentioned that he’d noticed that you had grown close and whilst he was pleased, he suggested a little more caution, even saying that it would be okay if Changbin invited you to the dorm occasionally, it would be safer and he was sure the group would adore you

- Changbin blushed HARD for the entire conversation, but was very grateful of Chan’s approval

- The other five members knew of you as someone who was regularly writing in the studio with 3RACHA

- They had also noticed a couple of details about Changbin prior to your introduction, however

- First and foremost, they had never seen him spend so much time scrolling, swiping and smiling at his phone

- Obviously they all had their own friends outside of the group and messaging these friends was to be expected, but simple friends didn’t pass hours at a time sending back and forth texts and they definitely didn’t have phone-calls that required an hour, (at least), in the privacy of one’s own bedroom

- Changbin was definitely in contact with someone that he didn’t want everyone to know about and judging by his evident joy, it was someone he liked, a lot

- There was another minor detail that had actually first been picked-up on by a keen-eyed fan - Changbin had been seen wearing an elastic hairband on his wrist and on more than one occasion at that

- I mean, look at the gif, his arms are dreamy and as if people weren't going to pay close attention to them and what was, or wasn't, on them

- It certainly wasn’t Changbin’s hair-tie though, maybe Hyunjin’s, Felix’s at a stretch, but the fans just couldn’t decide why Changbin would wear one for them

- Unless it wasn’t theirs at all and he’d gotten in the habit of wearing one to offer some unknown, but very lucky, partner

- As soon as management stumbled across the speculation, Changbin was quietly approached and to say that he was panicked was an understatement, but they handled the situation gently, without too many questions or accusations, and simply asked him to remove the hair-tie and, under no circumstance, be seen wearing one again

- He was relieved and felt he was let off relatively lightly, but the stress of the situation had been so terrible that he’d invited you over to the dorm that evening, deciding that what he needed was to introduce you to the remainder of the group

- Not only would he then be able to offer some explanation for his recent behaviour, but he would be able to spend some quality time with you

- The hairband debacle had increased the scrutiny he was under in public, making meeting you particularly difficult

- He just wanted to cuddle, uninterrupted and away from prying eyes

- Honestly, he was also ready to take your relationship to the next level (cough, he wanted to fuck, cough) and he certainly wasn’t going to have his first time with you in the studio, (even if it had crossed his mind)

[ Jealous Chan Headcanons ] -

Pairing: Chan x (fem) reader

(Featuring Namjoon, the other loml)

Warnings: Reference to 18 + Themes & Swearing

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Summary: Sort of an au where you're a celebrity hosting an awards show

A/N: Maybe this doesn't qualify as 'headcanons' as it's long, but I'm just too lazy to fill the gaps to turn this into something longer

- It was the annual Golden Disc Awards and as a popular figure within society, you were invited as a host to present the award to whichever successful musician won your assigned category

- When you received the proposal, you weren’t certain who was more excited between yourself and Chan - you were honoured to be considered for the role and Chan was overjoyed for several reasons

- First, the sight of your happiness was more than enough to bring a smile to his face

- Second, he felt as though you were being recognised for your own success and the invitation paid homage to just how adored you were by both your fans and professionals within the community

- Finally, he was excited for entirely selfish purposes - given that your relationship was completely private, meaning that he couldn’t bring you as a guest, it meant that you would attend the event and he wanted nothing more than to share the experience with you, even from afar

- The group were as pleased to know you were going - there would be a bunch of people attending who they were unfamiliar with, so they felt like they had someone on the inside in you who might introduce them to others

- Trying to find an outfit was significantly more difficult than you had anticipated and Seungmin proved to be an unexpected help - you had been inundated with catalogues from several designer companies and narrowing down your choices seemed impossible

- You had arrived at the dorm before Chan had returned from the studio and to pass the time, had pulled up the catalogues, the selection date in only a matter of days and as you sat on the sofa in the dorm living room, Seungmin noticed the stress pretty much radiating from you and immediately offered to help

- Eventually, you agreed on something and Chan spent the next three weeks, (the entire lead-up to the show), trying to find out what you had chosen, but you refused to spill, determined to keep it a secret so you might surprise him

- Unfortunately, as host, you were required to get ready on-site which meant that you were unable to check in with the group, including Chan, before everything began

- It also came as a last-minute bombshell that you would be responsible for presenting the ‘Album of the Year Award’, which definitely didn’t feel like the sort of information to be shared an hour before the guests took their seats, but what could you do

- To little surprise, BTS took the prize and as the seven members filed onto the stage, you joined the audience in applause for their success

- It wasn’t your first time encountering the group and as Namjoon took the microphone, he was quick to compliment his host, you, in his speech

- After he finished, handing the microphone to Suga to continue, he moved to your side

- He was generous and humble, anyone who had ever met him could vouch for that and he made you laugh as you listened to his group

- When he received the microphone again, he directed more praise your way, even placing a friendly hand on your shoulder as he bowed, before leading the group from the stage once more

- Chan was obviously watching the entire scene from his seat and part of him was pleased – he agreed with Namjoon and you certainly earned the praise that he had offered

- Namjoon was also one of his greatest role models and he’d decided long ago that if he could be half the leader that Namjoon had been, he would be content

- But equally, that was his girlfriend

- Namjoon might be his inspiration, but that was his girlfriend

- He liked to think that he wasn’t the jealous type, particularly when it came to you receiving acclaim that you wholeheartedly deserved, even more so from someone so well-respected as the leader of BTS, but he’d been a little hot under the collar since he’d first laid eyes on you in that dress and he was pretty sure that he wasn’t the only individual in the room who’d taken note of just how good you looked

- Were you and Namjoon acquainted, he knew the answer was yes, and how was the leader to know that you were dating when everything was so hush-hush – he knew all the answers, but it didn’t help his feeling of envy ease in the slightest

- After witnessing what had happened on stage, Chan’s group could practically feel the tension emanating off their leader – for the remainder of the evening he couldn’t seem to sit back in his seat and relax. He leant forward, elbows on his knees, and if anyone looked close enough, he would have looked as if he wasn’t enjoying himself, as if his constantly tapping foot was a sign of his desperation to get out of there because it had been an unpleasant evening.

- Felix had turned to him with genuine worry and asked whether he was feeling okay, whether he needed some air, or to loosen his tie. Hyunjin, however, after hearing Felix’s concern, was quick to interject: ‘He’s fine, aren’t you Chan?’ He suggested, before pinching Chan’s thigh and raising his eyebrows

- Chan realised that, perhaps, he wasn’t acting very professional – if the cameras panned to him at any point, he didn’t want to be seen looking quite so frustrated, uncomfortable, a little angry, any of the above

- When you were permitted to leave the backstage area and join the table of your choice, the group thought that Chan might start to ease up, but boy, were they wrong

- Management, whilst agreeing to have you seated at the Stray Kids table, for positive publicity and blah blah, agreed on the condition that you would be purposefully seated at the opposite side of the round-table to Chan to ensure that he didn’t forget himself after a flute or two of champagne

- As you took your place between I.N. and Changbin, Chan’s smile was genuine, but his shoulders were pinned with tension and Hyunjin and Han snickered

- Honestly, you were a little oblivious to Chan’s body language, the minutes spent on stage had been an absolute whirlwind and you were simply relieved to have not messed up

- As the evening continued, you caught Chan staring at you from across the table on more than one occasion, but passed it off as him simply wanting to speak after not having seen each other for most of the day

- When the show finally drew to an end, you were almost a little disheartened, given how much fun you’d had and you were expressing your sadness to I.N. as you meandered through the corridors and to the exit, when Chan risked edging his way closer

- I.N., on seeing the stern expression across his leader’s face, made his departure from your side quick – even if he wasn’t the maknae, Chan’s rare display of frustration was enough to send anyone scurrying from your hip

- Chan ventured to place an arm around your waist and you sent him a surprised glance – as much as you hated hiding your relationship, rules were rules and you weren’t one to damage either of your prospects by slipping-up

- Chan wasn’t looking at you, however, his line of sight was across the way and as you followed it, you saw him staring at the members of BTS as they too took their leave

- Huh, you thought, deciding not to shake his arm away, Namjoon’s flirting must have been more obvious than you initially thought, if Chan’s furrowed brow was anything to go by

- (Not to mention the tightening of his fingers into your hip as the leader of BTS appeared to scan the crowd for you)

- When it came to your relationship, Chan was as respectful as he could possibly be when around the group – as both the eldest and the leader, he had a certain responsibility to present himself in an upstanding manner, especially when it boiled down to the more intimate details of your relationship

- The same went for you – the last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself, or have to stare into seven faces knowing that they knew exactly what you and Chan had been up to behind the closed door of his bedroom

- That was generally the case, anyway

- Seeing anyone flirt with you put Chan a little on edge, but seeing Namjoon, leader of the biggest fucking group of all time, flirt with you struck something a little deeper

- The moment Chan had closed the front door to the dorm behind whoever entered last, (he wasn’t paying the slightest bit of notice), he grabbed your hand, almost pulling you over as you started unbuckling your heels

- He was vaguely aware of Minho asking whether you were both hungry and he shook his head, choosing to ignore Han’s subsequent inappropriate comment about something else being on the menu for their leader

- (Not to say you weren’t feeling a little embarrassed, but something about Chan’s sudden desperation was more than distracting)

- Once in the relative safety of Chan’s bedroom, he was peeling your dress from your shoulders and ready to remind you just who you came home to

- That night, every member, even from their position in the living room, heard things, but quite frankly, after seeing someone else test the waters, Chan was more than happy to remind everyone that you were his and only his

Masterlist

I write for BTS, Stray Kids, Monsta X, NCT, Ateez, TXT, TO1, Seventeen!

Namjoon:

[ Aftershow Drabble / Hard Thought ]

[ Domestic AU ]

Jungkook:

[ Domestic AU ]

➳ Monsta X -

Kihyun:

[ Friends to Lover Headcanons ]

➳ NCT -

Taeyong: 

[ Taeyong Hard Thought ]

Johnny:

[ Friends to Lovers w/ Johnny ]

Yuta:

[ Date Night w/ Yuta ]

REACTIONS -

[ Moments NCT 127 Realise They’re In Love With You ]

[ Holding Hands w/ NCT 127 ]

[ Little Things NCT 127 Would Mention To Their Friends ]

[ NCT 127 Caught In A Compromising Position ]

[ Soft Moments At 3 AM w/ NCT 127 ]

[ NCT 127 & You Visit Them @ Practice ]

[ NCT 127 & Seeing You In Their Clothes For The First Time ]

➳ Stray Kids -

Chan:

[ Chan Hard Thought ]

[ Chan Hard Thought ]

[ Chan Hard Thought ]

[ Chan Hard Thought ]

[ Chan Hard Thought ]

[ Being in a Secret Relationship with Chan Headcanons ]

[ Jealous Chan Headcanons ]

[ Meeting Chan in a Coffeeshop Headcanons ]

Changbin:

[ Being in a Secret Relationship with Changbin Headcanons ]

[ Changbin Hard Thought ]

Hyunjin:

[ Being in a Secret Relationship with Hyunjin Headcanons ]

[ Crushing w/ Hyunjin ]

Han:

[ State of Grace ]

[ Being in a Secret Relationship with Jisung Headcanons ]

Seungmin:

[ Meeting The Group For the First Time ]

➳ TO1 -

Jaeyun:

[ Cuddling w/ Jaeyun ]

[ Being in a secret relationship with Hyunjin Headcanons ] -

Pairing: Hyunjin x reader

Warnings: One minor reference to 18 + Themes

Masterlist

- Seeing as Hyun was an idol, you had little choice in the matter of ensuring your relationship remained private, away from the prying eyes of the public

- Obviously, you knew what you’d signed up for, but that didn’t make it any easier on the both of you, especially considering he had to remain single simply so he didn’t lose any of his charm and allure to his doting fans

- But, Hyun’s success was as much a priority for you, so if that meant sneaking around, if you could be with Hyunjin and he could pursue his lifelong dream, it was entirely worth it

- Now, Hyunjin, despite his powerful stage presence and ability to emanate only strength and confidence whilst performing, really is soft, shy and a sweetheart

- As a result, he hadn’t gotten around to sharing your relationship with the boys - they might have been his closest companions and those he’d confide just about anything in, but you were both comfortably wrapped up in the warm beginnings of your relatively new relationship and he wasn’t quite ready to have to share you with his friends just yet

- Were the boys suspicious of the increasing amount of time Hyunjin was spending away from the dorms? Not at first - Hyun always had a believable excuse to share

- (He would practice in the mirror before leaving his bedroom, making sure his voice didn’t shake and he had an answer for each and every possible question that might be asked, even a reason as to why he couldn’t be accompanied)

- The first time Hyunjin brought you to the dorm, it had been pouring with rain and he couldn’t stand to watch you shiver outside for a moment more

- Generally, your dates took the form of wandering the city, nothing to do, but enjoy each other’s company, but on this day, the weather had rolled in and you were forced to take shelter

- It was pure coincidence that the dorm had been empty and Hyun didn’t care where everyone was, but that you were dry and he wouldn’t have to explain the situation

- After he’d forced you to change into his clothes, he’d wrapped you up in a blanket and all was well

- Until I.N. gave the softest knock possible on the door and waited a fraction of a second, before he burst in

- Hyunjin panicked - one tug of the blanket and you were falling onto the floor at the side of his bed, only the blanket to break your fall and muffle the sound of you hitting the ground

- I.N. noted Hyun’s distressed expression and he wondered whether he’d just interrupted Hyun, ahem, taking care of himself

- I.N. himself was so embarrassed at the thought that he backed out of the room just as fast as he’d come in

- Hyun spent the remainder of the evening apologising to you and offering just about anything to make up for the bruise that had developed on your elbow

- Of course you couldn’t possibly be angry with him, in fact, the entire thing was rather amusing, though you did have to stop his constant apologising by initiating a make-out session

- He briefly left his bedroom to inform the group that he wasn’t feeling very well so would be in his room all evening and it wasn’t until 2 AM that the dorm fell quiet and you could sneak out the front door

- After the incident, Hyunjin suggested that you keep your dates away from the dorm like before, so you took it upon yourself to visit a different coffee shop every time you met

- You were queued-up one day and you were leaning into Hyunjin’s side, his arm wrapped around your waist and you quietly talked through the menu, deciding what to get

- At times like this, it almost felt as though he wasn’t an idol, world-famous and the heartthrob of millions, it was just you and him

- Or, so you thought

- Someone called Hyunjin’s name and he immediately shifted away as you both turned to meet whoever was responsible

- It was Han, obviously

- He was moving towards you, his smile nothing short of a grin and almost instinctively, desperate to protect you at all costs, Hyun moved in front of you, allowing you to shelter behind his back

- Neither of you had really discussed your introduction to his group and he wasn’t prepared to launch you into the deep-end

- Han started waffling as soon as he neared, seemingly talking about nothing and everything all in one, Chan slowly came-up behind

- Han seemed not to have even noticed you stood behind Hyun, but Chan met your eye, he simply smiled and stayed silent, knowing that if Hyunjin wanted you to be introduced, he would do it

- Chan’s consideration was short-lived, however, as Han finally caught a glimpse of you over Hyunjin’s shoulder and he suddenly fell away into silence

- To this day, it is impossible to know who blushed hardest - Hyunjin in his embarrassment, Han in his astonishment, or you in your awkwardness

- There was a stalemate between shy boy and shy boy

- The feeling of your hand reaching for Hyun’s, however, was enough to give him the confidence to step aside and let them properly see you

- Seeing that neither Han nor Hyun looked entirely equipped for speech, Chan suggested ordering coffee together as a group

- By the time you found a table for four, Hyunjin was ready to introduce you

- Cue more blushing

- Han was generous, but shy

- Chan welcomed you and expressed his happiness that Hyunjin had found someone, even offering to float the idea of lifting the dating ban to those higher-up

- Afterwards, Hyunjin was exhausted and you invited him to your apartment where a few tears of relief were shed - he was glad that the secret was out because it had been playing on his mind

- Obviously he was chastised for not having told you sooner, but all he had to do was smile and it was entirely forgotten - it finally felt real that he had you, as though meeting the boys and receiving their approval had just about sealed the relationship and he couldn’t be happier

[ Being in a secret relationship with Chan Headcanons ] -

Pairing: Bangchan x reader

Warnings: Reference to 18 + Themes

Masterlist

- Your relationship had to remain a secret from the public for obvious reasons - Chan was at the mercy of a strict no-dating contract and honestly, your relationship was still relatively new and he was determined to protect it from the headlines for as long as possible

- He knew each and every true STAY would be more than accepting of you, but the thought of even one or two negative comments about you from jealous individuals was enough to convince him to insulate your relationship in a little bubble, safe from the outside world

- Neither of you had purposely withheld the changing nature of your relationship from friendship to something more from the group, Chan simply felt ridiculous calling them aside to announce that you were now his partner

- You adored the boys, but you adored Chan more and if he was happy keeping it on the down-low, so were you, god knows you spent so much time together prior to your relationship that nothing had really changed

- That’s not to say the group doesn’t speculate about your relationship continually and between the seven of them, they have noticed several tell-tale signs that you and Chan aren’t merely friends

- To begin, they had seen you wearing Chan’s clothing one too many times

- This seems inconsequential - when the weather turned and you were at the dorms, you’d steal whoever’s sweater or hoodie that was closest and quite frankly, not one of the boys batted an eyelid

- So, we go on to Chan - more than once you’d been found wearing one of Chan’s t-shirts, which already seemed more intimate than stealing a discarded jumper from the back of the sofa

- That’s not all, however, Chan had brushed into the kitchen one day and Han had actively acknowledged the t-shirt that he was wearing and expressed just how he liked it. Chan had taken a bottle of water from the fridge and muttered about meeting you to work on some writing together, no big deal.

- Ah-ha, until Han, a few hours later, caught you in the hallway, both kicking off your shoes and shrugging off your jackets and lo and behold, you were wearing the very same shirt that he had seen Chan wearing earlier in the day

- Initially, Han continued to think nothing of it, until time and time again, you appeared wearing Chan’s clothing mere hours, occasionally even minutes, after he’d seen Chan wearing the items

- Han being Han pointed it out to Minho, who in turn informed Hyunjin, until eventually the entire group caught-on and shared a questioning, but suspicious, glance between themselves on each subsequent occasion

- None of the boys could argue that you weren’t closer with Chan anyway and you had found a common-ground in your writing - you spent hours bouncing ideas off one another, sounding out which ones worked and which didn’t

- They were simply pleased that when Chan lingered in the studio until 3 AM, he wasn’t alone anymore, you were always to be found at his side, sometimes writing, generally crashed-out on the sofa

- Naturally the writing came home with Chan sometimes, when he couldn’t quite bring himself to journey over to the studio, or he only had a few hours to work, which meant you were often to be found at the dorm too

- Not that any one of the group minded one little bit - even when busy with Chan, you found time to bake with Felix, help I.N. with his English lessons and chat with Minho about Soonie, Doongie and Dori

- But, there was one slightly fishy aspect about your alleged writing sessions with Chan - when it was long-past midnight and the dorm sofa had become almost unbearable to sit on for a moment longer, Chan would offer to take the writing session to his bedroom

- It seemed like no big deal, the group assumed that you wrote for a little bit longer, before leaving at some ungodly hour, quiet enough to save waking any one of them up, being so considerate and kind as you were

- Well, that is what they thought, at least until they found you in the kitchen at 8 AM, wearing the same trousers as the day before, but with one of Chan’s t-shirts

- Suddenly it became increasingly evident that you must have stayed over, in Chan’s room no less

- Changbin brought it up as soon as he’d realised and bullied a blush onto Chan’s cheek, but of all the members to confront him, Changbin spoke in a manner as if to say, ‘Good on you.’

- I.N. pointed out the few nights that Chan hadn’t returned home, which had been overlooked as evening’s spent in the studio, each and every member laughed and agreed, save for Chan, who looked like he might just implode at any given moment

- Now, the biggest indicator of all and the one Chan arguably made the least effort to conceal, were the scratches up and down his back that shone an angry scarlet

- He’d popped-out of his bedroom fresh out of the shower in search of a particular t-shirt and a few of the boys had been lounging about in the living-room, where the washing had been hung

- As if the marks would go unnoticed - Felix hadn’t meant to make a scene, he’d simply pointed them out to Hyunjin, who had been entirely unable to contain his astonishment and had essentially screamed

- All attention was then on Chan

- There was absolutely no denying where the scratches had been obtained

- The welts pretty much screamed that Chan was having sex and it didn’t take a genius to work-out who the other party involved was

- It had been warm recently and you’d opted to wearing a skirt in order to be a little more comfortable in the heat - none of the boys would dare consider you in any sort of inappropriate manner, but Seungmin had noticed the bruising on your thigh

- You’d shrugged it off as nothing, before turning away in a desperate attempt to conceal your flush, cursing out the vice-grip that Chan had had over your thighs the previous evening

- Seungmin hadn’t been the only one to notice, however, and the bruises were just a little too obvious

- After Chan’s embarrassment at being seen covered in the evidence of your not-so-secret relationship, he had pulled you aside to discuss loosening-up a little around the group

- You didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable for a single second, but relaxing a little did sound nice - no more longing glances from across the dorm, or holding hands beneath the dinner-table

- Chan muttered something about no-longer reserving sex for your apartment too, but you’d have to give that some thought

- (It didn’t take much thought - when the boys gathered in the living-room that evening, Chan saw his opportunity to steal you away to his bedroom and well, the group got the idea that your relationship was out the bag)

State of Grace

Pairing: Han Jisung x reader

Genre: Fluff - Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: You’re a musician who has written State of Grace (full creds to Taylor) and have called upon your friend Chan to help record it, but he brings a couple of others along to the studio.

Word Count: 2,384

A/N - Hey! This is my first post, mind that it's kind of half-written, but eh

A/N (2?) - I thought of this whilst listening to Taylor's State of Grace, though I have butchered one line in this to fit the idea

‘Han?’ you muttered, repeating the name as though it might ease the process of understanding just what was being said. ‘Han is coming to the studio?’

Chan didn’t so much as glance over his shoulder, he simply nodded his head, too busy with adjusting the buttons and switches laid out before him.

‘Right,’ you sighed and you almost laughed out loud because that was just fucking typical.

This simply wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Han wasn’t meant to witness you recording what was essentially a confession. What you’d wanted was time - time to decide whether you were going to share the song at all and if you were, it was going to be a tape, packaged up with love, meant for his ears and his ears only. Whatever plan you’d had, however, was slipping through your fingers. And worst of all, you couldn’t even be angry with Chan - maybe he had some inkling of your interest in Jisung, but he’d only invited him and Changbin to help with the recording process and his generosity had only your own interests in mind.

The thought of hurrying into the recording booth to begin before Jisung and Changbin might arrive was equally short-lived as the studio door was unlatched and those in question walked in. Changbin entered first and even if you hadn’t glimpsed upwards, praying it was simply a staff member, his voice preceded him. ‘Ay, ay, ay. Good morning!’

Chan swivelled in his chair to greet them, as Changbin patted him on the shoulder and passed by. Han followed, an easy-going expression across his face. If it had been any other occasion, you would have been overjoyed to have the three alongside, and you always enjoyed writing with the group. This was very different though and when Han held out his iced coffee for you to share and your cheeks warmed, you felt positively stupid. Here was Han, one of your closest companions, the one you’d always share iced-coffees with and there was you - blushing as though you hadn’t met before, as though you hadn’t spent three weeks grinding out a song meant to encompass just how in love with him you were.

A shake of your head and Han retracted his offer, but not without a cheery smile, reminder enough why you were doing this to take the edge off your nerves. He momentarily moved to the mixing desk and at Chan’s side, spoke briefly to the leader. After a few minutes, Chan questioned whether you were ready to go - a fleeting glance to Jisung and you saw the excited expression across his face.

‘Uh, sure,’ you nodded, ‘I’ll get set-up.’

Chan immediately returned his attention to the desk and Han continued to loiter behind. To enter the adjoining recording booth, you moved past Changbin, who gave your arm an enthusiastic nudge and cheered from the seat he’d taken near the doorway.

In the booth, stood before the microphone, mouth cotton-like, Han’s offer of coffee seemed like a missed opportunity. Chan had spoken over the monitor at least three minutes ago asking whether you were settled and you’d truly dragged out every second possible detangling the imaginary knot in your headphones, but you couldn’t procrastinate much more. When you finally pried your fingers from the wires, you mustered enough courage to look across the recording booth and to the window that connected the space to the next room. From here, you could make out Chan perched behind the mixing desk and Changbin was slowly swivelling in half-circles at his left. Jisung was stood behind, his lower-back pressed against the wall - you were envious of his composure. But, then again, he wasn’t about to throw up his innermost emotions in front of his closest friends.

Chan patiently asked again and this time, you caught his eye through the glass and gave a thumbs-up, feeling far meeker than you looked. But, this was it. No backing out now.

One of those situated behind the mixing desk pressed a series of buttons and adjusted several sliding controls until the instrumental piece you’d composed was filtering through your headphones. All you had to do was get out those words you’d spent all that time writing, like you had a hundred times before. Hell, you’d recorded in front of the entirety of the group before, and a love song at that, but not one so intimate, so meaningful. One meant for one of them.

All you had to do was get through the first verse, which was ambiguous, and the rest, the important stuff, would simply have to follow. Maybe Han wouldn’t even notice.

In the adjoining room, Jisung was staring at you through the window. Changbin was murmuring something to the room, but he wasn’t listening, he didn’t want to miss a second of hearing you sing.

‘And I never, saw you coming. And I’ll never, be the same.’

As he listened, his thoughts seemed to suddenly muddy and he was conscious of the abrupt pounding of his chest. He elected to listen a little harder to what you were singing - your voice was breathtaking, but the lyrics struck something deeper. He wasn’t even sure if he had heard correctly, but he couldn’t let it slip completely from his mind - you had just said what he always said. I never saw you coming. At this point, he wasn’t even sure how the joke started, you weren’t even particularly short, he’d just made a stupid comment someday that he hadn’t seen you arrive because you were too far below his eye-line and the dumb joke had stuck. And now, you were standing in the recording booth singing the line back to him.

The more he listened, the more he stumbled across.

‘You come around and the armour falls, pierce the room like a cannonball.’

The reference felt vague, but the allusion was there nonetheless. He was the cannonball, any one of his group would have known that. In all his haphazard joviality, when he was comfortable, he did nothing else but burst into each and every room and he’d never realised that it’d been noticed. That you, had noticed.

To be sure that he wasn’t merely hearing things, before he leapt to some great conclusion that you felt the same way about him as he did you, he leant forward and asked Chan if there was a copy of the lyrics lying around. Chan-nodded - he swivelled his chair to the right and rooted through a pile of papers, before he altered his search and moved to the left. He thumbed through another stack and this time he pulled out a couple of pages and offered them to Han. There were two double-sided pages, each covered with scribbles and crossing-outs and arrows connecting one line to another. It certainly wasn’t an example of the finished product, but a detailed insight into the writing process that you’d undertaken. As he cast his glance over the pages, he almost overlooked the words scrawled into the corner, the paper was so dog-eared and crumpled that the scratch could have gone entirely overlooked. But there, in the right-hand corner, underlined twice, in your rushed handwriting, were two words: ‘For Han.’

As you shifted in front of the microphone, his eyes crawled over the handwriting on the page in his hand. One line stood out and as the words filtered through to his brain, his chest tightened. If he’d glanced upwards, he would have seen the edges of Chan’s mouth lift into a half-smile as he watched Jisung analyse your lyrical work, knowing what was coming.

‘Up in your room and our slates are clean, just twin earth signs, four brown eyes.’

He felt his cheeks burn scarlet, his entire body suddenly felt hot, and he couldn’t possibly pry his line of sight from the papers in his clasp for fear of the other two seeing his flush. Even if they didn’t turn around to look at him, they could surely hear the hammering of his heart behind his ribcage, or the sudden rise in his breathing. Mostly, he didn’t care if they did, he was simply stunned into a sense of quiet and he wasn’t certain he’d be able to find anything to reply if they directed a question his way.

He was faintly aware that you’d finished - your voice no longer drifted through to the room and Chan was muttering his praise through the monitor. But, you were still stood in the recording booth, seemingly loitering, fiddling with your headphones once more, too shy to risk glimpsing through the window in case you caught Jisung’s eye. Perhaps he was oblivious to everything about the scene, or more likely, he was forcing the issue, but Changbin lifted himself from his seat and swung the doorway to the booth open, before calling you through.

Jisung didn’t pause to consider his own actions for a moment - as Changbin threw the entranceway wide, he pushed himself from the wall and made for the recording booth, ducking beneath Changbin’s arm and neglecting his too-loud shout of something - confusion or encouragement, he wasn’t sure. The commotion caused you to look over - Changbin was grinning, smugly at that, and walking to Chan’s side as he shook his head, an equal expression across his own features. But, Han - well, he was moving in your direction faster than you could even blush.

If the lyrics hadn’t been on-the-nose enough, he was clutching at your notes and you knew that, as you’d momentarily paused in your writing and your mind had drifted, you’d scratched his name somewhere on the page. Now he was coming for you and you weren’t sure if that was anger across his features, or what. In truth, he felt the furthest thing from angry - he’d entered the room in a moment of reckless confidence, but with each step, it continued to wane and he had only the heaving of his chest to remind him of his uncertainty. It was quite possible that he knew you like the back of his hand, but this was new, untrodden ground and he was nervous, like he’d been the first time he’d ever met you.

Then, you were looking to him, features threatening to twist into reticence, but you opted for a gentle sigh and spoke his name softly. ‘Han -’

He drew up to a stop, barely a metre from your position and as you caught his eye, instead of withdrawing from embarrassment, you mustered a small laugh. God had decided your fate and well, what the fuck else could you do except laugh and resign yourself to whatever was going to follow.

Jisung laughed too - line of sight momentarily falling to the floor, right-hand going to scratch the back of his neck, but he was smiling.

Okay. Okay.

‘I’m, uh,’ you stammered, ‘a bit nervous. This, uh, wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Wait, you know what I’m talking about, right? Actually, never mind, it was obvious, right? I’ve rehearsed this in my head, like a lot, it’s just that I didn’t think I’d be saying it like this.’

You forced yourself to look at his face, seeking some sort of reassurance. But, he appeared blank and entirely unseeing and your heart dropped. ‘Saying what?’ Han questioned, seemingly confused.

As you were about to begin backtracking, heart somewhere three floors below, Han’s features suddenly altered and he was giving you that silly grin he gave when he thought he’d just said something downright hilarious.

‘Wh - what?’ you mustered, furrowing your brow.

He continued to smile, but you noted the scarlet colour of his cheeks. ‘Han!’ you groaned.

So this was how he was taking it, you supposed it could have been worse.

Maybe your expression gave your thoughts away, for Han seemed to sober up, though his smile didn’t altogether disappear. ‘The song,’ he started, ‘Sounded good, really good, in fact. I, uh, got these from Chan,’ and he held up the papers in his clutch.

‘Oh, yeah.’

God fucking damn. Why were you both so freakin’ bad at this.

‘A cannonball, huh?’ he murmured.

As you looked at him, you saw his widening smile. ‘Han, I swear to God.’

He threw his head back and his laughter went all the way to crinkle the edges of his eyes and for a moment, you wondered whether he really hadn’t a clue as to what was going on, because you weren’t sure any confession had ever gone the way this one was going.

‘Sungie,’ you sighed, about to berate him for whatever the hell was going on, but his hands were suddenly on either of your cheeks and he was leaning down, his mouth moving for your own.

The gentle shaking of his hands and the heat emanating from the flush of his cheeks betrayed his nerves, but he kissed you and moved away, all before you could possibly contemplate closing your eyes. As he withdrew, you tested his name on your lips once more, but your voice wouldn’t quite come. You ghosted your fingers over your lower lip, unsure if you were entirely conscious, because, you know, Han Jisung, the love of your life, had just kissed you.

You glanced to him, recognising the crimson flare of his skin, but uncaring. Your eyes felt watery as they trailed over his features and your adoration felt thick in your throat. Able to perceive the apprehension in his eyes, you reached for his sleeve and gently tugged him closer. For a moment, your line of sight remained fixed on his chest, before you forced it higher, feeling the beginnings of a smile overcome your astonishment. A lifetime seemed to pass as you rose to tiptoes and closed your eyes, mouth aiming for his.

Now, he took his time, bold enough to place a hand on your waist as you slipped a hand to his chest. He seemed hesitant to pull away and as you drew back, your eyes met and giddy smiles were exchanged. Though, his expression was quick to soften, ‘You never saw that coming, huh?’ he said teasingly.

‘Haaaan,’ you groaned again, forehead falling forward onto his chest, ‘I hate you.’