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 ]

[ 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)

[ Changbin Hard Thought ] -

18 + Content

AFAB Reader

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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. 

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. 

[ 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

[ 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