Masterlist



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 ]
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[ 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.
[ Taeyong Hard Thought ] -
18 + Content
Masterlist
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.

[ Bang Chan Hard Thought ] -
18 + Content
Masterlist
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.’
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.’
[ 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