[ Meeting The Group For The First Time W/ Seungmin ] -

[ Meeting The Group For The First Time w/ Seungmin ] -

Warnings: None

AFAB Reader

A/N: My first ever request?! 🥺

Summary: You're Seungmin's long-distance girlfriend and you finally meet the rest of Stray Kids

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It had taken weeks of pestering and poking fun for the group to draw it out from Seungmin that he was seeing someone. It had taken even longer to convince him to talk about you, your name, your favourite things, how you were managing the distance between you. By the time he begrudgingly let Changbin, egged on by Hyunjin, say hello over FaceTime, you had been together for a little while. That is how it continued - precious phone calls in the middle of the night, friends occasionally waving over Seungmin’s shoulder as they briefly ask how you’re keeping, before Seungmin scurried to his bedroom to steal what little time you have to talk for himself. It was difficult, but it worked.

But, Seungmin had been different for a week or two - animated, loud, unlike himself in more ways than one. It was Chan who noticed first and was almost worried; he hadn’t heard your voice filtering from beneath Seungmin’s door for a little while, or caught sight of your face filling his phone screen over FaceTime. He couldn’t help but think the worst. When he found five minutes, he asked Seungmin casually how you were doing, whether you’d finished that project he had mentioned was keeping you busy and Seungmin replied so coolly, so calmly that Chan almost overlooked what he said. ‘Y/N is coming to visit. She’s flying out at the end of the month.’ 

If Chan hadn’t glanced at Seungmin’s face, he might have missed the shade of sangria painting his features, the smile he was seemingly trying to downplay. He repeated Seungmin’s words, ‘Oh, she’s coming to Korea?’

It was T-minus five minutes until the entire group knew and Seungmin had Changbin poking at his sides and Jeongin pacing at the foot of his bed. But, Seungmin shrugged the teasing off and chose to ignore the constant questioning of whether they would meet you until after he’d spoken to you. He had laid down a strict set of rules over dinner - if they wanted you to visit the dorm, and only if you wanted to, they would have to at least tidy the place first. There was to be no embarrassing him and, under all circumstances, a shirt was to be worn by each and every member for each and every minute of your visit. As much as they half-heartedly protested, he trusted them to make you feel welcome. 

He counted the days until your arrival and whilst he wanted to tell the others to stick it for the constant teasing that followed, Seungmin couldn’t deny how excited he was for your visit. For the first few days, his friends barely saw or received so much as a message from him. With an empty schedule, he made sure to spend every moment with you, showing you around the city, taking you to his favourite places, and catching up on everything that the distance between you had made difficult. Eventually, Jisung caught him in the hallway of the dorm before Seungmin left for your hotel and asked when they would meet you. 

At first, he darted around the question and he might have avoided answering at all if Chan hadn’t materialised to put forward a better argument. ‘I think Jisung means that we want to meet the person who is making you happy.’

So Seungmin found himself guiding you through the dorm, his hand a constant in your own, firm as if you might slip away if he lets go. He isn’t certain who is more apprehensive, you or him. He knows that his heart is thrumming in his chest, but he is not sure if it is nerves or the very fact he has you at his side after all this time causing it. The group is in the living room, even from the other side of the dorm he can hear Jisung and he almost winces because how can one person be so loud? A fleeting glance in your direction, a smile somewhere between excitement and uncertainty, and he presses on along the hallway. When he had asked whether you wanted to finally meet those who had been interrupting your calls for the past few months, you had immediately agreed – these were Seungmin’s closest friends, almost his brothers, and you wanted nothing more than to properly meet them. 

You’re almost at the kitchen when a door opens and suddenly you’re face to face with Felix and this really isn’t how you planned to meet the first of Seungmin’s friends - almost walking into one another. Maybe Felix is as surprised as yourself, but he doesn’t show it, shyly smiling and saying hello. Seungmin had mentioned how quiet Felix can be around fresh faces and to put him at ease, you squeeze Seungmin’s hand and tell Felix how lovely it is to finally meet him. He laughs quietly and briefly acknowledges Seungmin, before continuing to the living room. Part of you might have liked a moment to collect yourself, to lean into Seungmin and level your breathing, but Felix is kindly holding the door open for you both and Seungmin is stepping forward because if he doesn’t go now, he might be too shy to bring you back later. 

So you enter the living room, half-tucked behind Seungmin’s shoulder and the room wants to fall silent, only Chan knows better. A single glance in your direction and he is standing, trying to make himself seem a little less broad and big as he moves a little closer to welcome you into the space. ‘It’s nice to finally have you here,’ Chan says, those sitting nearby nodding in agreement, he adds with a glimpse to Seungmin, ‘He can finally stop talking about it.’

The pressure seems to suddenly alleviate - Chan is laughing as he returns to his seat and you watch as the others begin to smile too and all the while, you’re faintly aware of Seungmin lowering his head to your shoulder as to hide his face. It is cute to see him so flustered, even at the teasing of his friends and as much as you want to add to it a little yourself, Changbin is nudging Hyunjin’s shoulder and telling him to move along the sofa to make space for you to sit. It is as if you have always been here as you take a seat, their attention returning to the video game filling the television screen. 

Felix quietly asks how you’re finding your trip, how different it is from home and your anxiety seems to slowly dissipate. As you tell him how much you’re enjoying yourself, you softly squeeze Seungmin’s knee – as beautiful as his country is, it is him that you love. After a while, Hyunjin pulls his phone from his pocket and shares the embarrassing photograph he had snapped of Seungmin a few weeks ago. Seungmin sighs and accepts his fate, hiding his head in his hands and he too has the feeling that it has always been this way, that you have always been at his side. 

[ Jungkook & Domestic AU ] -

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes

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Jungkook likes to slide into the kitchen when your apartment floors are freshly cleaned. Perhaps, you ought to ask him to stop because he’s crashed into the countertop more times than you can possibly count, but he laughs as he picks himself up and the moment passes. He moves to your side before you can say anything and the warmth of his hands finding purchase on your waist pushes the matter from thought. When you next open the kitchen cupboard, the saucepans will fall out as they have a hundred times before after a collision with Jungkook’s shoulder, but it is worth it to see him smile. 

Beyond falling saucepans, being with Jungkook is a passive acceptance that your laundry will remain white until he is responsible for loading the washing machine. It is a silent understanding that unless you hide the pieces of clothing, his red sweatshirts will stray into the wash and turn everything slightly pink. When you hold up what was once a cotton-coloured blouse to show him, he cringes and offers to replace it, all whilst acting mildly surprised about the mishap. If you insist that it is okay, pink is fine, he laughs all the way to his eyes and repeats that pink is fine. Part of him wonders how he had managed to find someone sweet enough to shrug on the shirts stained the shade of rosewater without complaint.

Sometimes he can’t quite believe that it is the same person who welcomed the not-so-little puppy he’d unexpectedly brought home all that time ago into your little family of two. Exercising Bam, now he is less too-long limbs and clumsiness, takes one of two forms – an early morning walk along the Han River, a half-asleep Jungkook trailing somewhere behind, or a late evening stroll along the streets after a busy day at work. Jungkook is insistent on helping you into your jacket, zipping it all the way up to your chin and for a moment, he keeps a hold of the zipper so he can place a soft kiss on your mouth. Sometimes, he pretends to forget and starts to move away, only to suddenly return to kiss away your pout. With one hand he loosely holds Bam, the other firmly grips your own as you slowly wander along the street. He tucks you into the inside of the pavement, safely away from the passing traffic. When you have nowhere to be, the walk does not end until Bam seems to grow tired, you and Jungkook are either too caught up in conversation to realise the time, or enjoying the soft sounds of a city beginning to settle for the night. 

On the days it is raining so heavily that even Bam shies away from walking outside, Jungkook turns the television on and pulls you to the sofa. He lies down and holds your waist and mindlessly flicks through the channels as if the warmth, partnered with the sound of the rain against the apartment windows isn’t going to lull him to sleep in a matter of minutes. He likes to tuck his nose into the crook of your neck and push the outside world away for a little while.

When you’re working late, Jungkook busies himself with a game on his computer. If he doesn’t hear your apartment door, you try to approach him gently – a hand on his shoulder and even after all this time he always seems to get a fright. A single glance and Jungkook knows exactly the sort of day you’ve had – sometimes, he laughs and whirls you away into the kitchen to find you a glass of wine. Otherwise, he shifts slightly in his chair as a silent invitation for you to join him, the exhaustion in your expression telling him that you’re content with moulding into his body and listening to the little sounds escaping from his headphones. After a while, when the slow lift of your chest is evidence enough that you're asleep, he’ll find his phone and order your favourite takeaway, knowing the moment he moves and you’re nudged awake, you’ll be hungry. 

The weekends are for waking up late and a mutual agreement to stay beneath the bedsheets for as long as possible. The comforter is soft and off-white, maybe even slightly pink if you squint, and Jungkook seems to lose you beneath it. With desperate hands, because you suddenly seem so far away, he reaches out for you. He is faintly aware of Bam dozing on your side and he knows that he ought to tell him to move to his own bed, but you’re suddenly cuddling into his chest and it slips from thought. 

[ Crushing w/ Hyunjin ] -

Warnings: None

AFAB Reader

Requested: Yes!

Summary: You're Felix's childhood friend and Hyunjin develops a crush on you, only he thinks Felix has feelings for you.

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Felix had introduced you to his friends almost six weeks ago and Hyunjin had started questioning his feelings exactly seventeen days later. Even after such little time, something about the way you carry yourself has him clinging onto the brief moments shared together. Sometimes you make little slip-ups when talking with him in Korean and sometimes these fumbles have you unknowingly saying things that make him blush, but he is somewhere between too shy and too flustered to correct you. The mishaps only seem to make him like you more. 

Maybe he wants to get to know you better – take you out for something more romantic than a watery coffee on your way to watch their practice on an otherwise dull Thursday afternoon. But he just can’t seem to bring himself to do it; he’s seen the way you look at Felix, all heart eyes and sweet laughter, as if he is the entire world and he knows Felix mirrors the expression. So Hyunjin holds back, spending time with you where he can, memorising your Starbucks order and promising to take you to his favourite place in the city, but always maintaining a respectful distance. 

When he sits down to paint in a desperate effort to clear his mind, he cannot focus, too distracted by the sound of your laughter slipping beneath his bedroom door. He knows you are with Felix and it carries across the dormitory, leaving him downhearted, able to paint only in shades of frigid blue. Hyunjin wants to be angry with himself for falling for the one person he feels he shouldn’t – you’re Felix’s childhood friend and worst of all, Felix might even let you go if he tries anything.

Hyunjin hides himself away for the rest of the day and is quiet when he bumps into Changbin in the dorm kitchen in the early hours of the morning. Hyunjin is distant and refuses to bite at Changbin’s teasing. It is pinned shoulders and a faraway look in his eyes and he seems to grow tenser as Felix guides you into the space. 

‘I’m just saying goodnight,’ You sigh and you suppose it’s directed at both Changbin and Hyunjin, but you’re a little shy to catch Hyunjin’s eye.

Hyunjin hears Changbin mutter a response and he thinks you’re about to leave, but you pause and finally glance his way. ‘Hyunjin, I’m visiting the art museum tomorrow, like you said.’

He falters, suddenly unsure of himself, unsure of what to say, so he nods his head and smiles, before you leave for the front door. 

‘What was that?’ Changbin questions as soon as they are alone, a smile already pulling at the edges of his mouth. Hyunjin’s misery suddenly seems to make sense, the pink hue cloying his features and betraying his feelings.

Hyunjin really tries to feign ignorance by shrugging Changbin’s question off, but Changbin is loud and persistent as if he hasn’t already worked it all out and Hyunjin eventually gives in and confesses. As soon as he has himself an answer, he tries to tell Hyunjin that he thinks you’re into him too, but he won’t have it and he quickly abandons Changbin in the kitchen.

It is three days later that Changbin first plays his hand. He is shameless at the best of times and he does not do things in half-measures. He pulls Jeongin from his seat, all but begging for him to sit beside him so Hyunjin has little choice but to take the chair beside you. When Hyunjin musters the courage to peel his eyes from his dinner plate, he realises that Changbin is staring his way, Jisung too and Seungmin. Whilst you’re busy filling your plate, they lift their eyebrows and appear smug and Hyunjin is suddenly unsure if this is all really happening. He cannot even be surprised that the truth is slowly trickling through the group, Changbin’s mouth known for being as big as his damn muscles, but it doesn’t make it any easier. 

All the while, he talks to you the best he can with their eyes bearing down on him and he is relieved that you seem to not notice their teasing. He hopes you do not notice the colour of his ears, he does not know that you are swept up in how sweet and kind he is, that you have been since first meeting him. The way he glances at you, as if you are the only one in the room, and asks about your day has your fingers nervously fidgeting beneath the table.

Felix recognises your nervousness. He would take great pride in stitching his two friends together, he just isn’t sure quite how to do it. 

Hyunjin spends weeks navigating awkward encounters with you and Felix. He walks into the living room, unaware that you are enjoying a lazy afternoon together. One glimpse of Felix’s arm vaguely near your shoulder and Hyunjin is slowing, saving himself from entering any further into the space. Before either of you can speak, he is already stuttering, but saying nothing at all. As if suddenly remembering something, he is backing out from the living room without so much as another glance in your direction. The moment leaves you bewildered, but you let it go. It seems to become a habit and you are left wondering why Hyunjin can’t seem to stomach being in the same room with you. He just can’t shake the feeling that each time he’s interrupting a moment more intimate than just friends – like Felix might be about to make a move at any given second.

It only stops when Felix catches Hyunjin alone. He quietly asks if he is okay, that he hasn’t seen him much recently, him abandoning their age-old routine of coffee after practice. Hyunjin answers calmly, coolly circumventing the uncomfortable truth that he’s stopped because it is painful to see you at Felix’s side. Felix is gentle in his questioning and he slowly builds up to what he truly wants to ask, ‘Do you not like Y/N? It’s just you used to talk to her and now you always seem to disappear when she visits.’

Hyunjin cringes, he wants to kick himself. ‘Is that what she thinks?’

Felix half-heartedly shrugs. 

‘God, no,’ Hyunjin sighs, ‘It isn’t that.’

Felix nods and is quiet for a moment as he wonders whether he ought to share the secret you’d whispered to him a few weeks ago in the safety of his bedroom. He isn’t one to spill, but Hyunjin appears grave and he cannot see you upset for another day. ‘Y/N likes you. Like a lot.’

At first, Hyunjin doesn’t entirely comprehend the weight of Felix’s words – he knows that you’re easy-going, able to make friends with most you meet and why would he be any exception? So Felix has to clumsily explain himself until he is as flushed as Hyunjin himself and the kitchen suddenly seems a whole lot more hallowed than it really is. Hyunjin is hesitant to make any sort of admission, or acknowledgement of his feelings and awkwardly asks how Felix is taking your confession. The situation seems to grow messier still and Felix is astonished as he starts to untangle Hyunjin’s understanding. ‘Do you think I’m interested in Y/N?’

Hyunjin agrees as if it ought to be obvious. Felix doesn’t quite laugh, he’s too considerate for that, but makes a sort of ‘Oh’ and pats Hyunjin on the shoulder. 

‘I thought I was always interrupting something between you,’ Hyunjin sighs.

Felix is a little embarrassed at the thought and quickly sets Hyunjin right. He hadn’t seen one of his closest friends from childhood in years, naturally they were going to spend an unfathomable amount of time together catching up. The process of uncrossing crossed wires is slow and awkward because it is Hyunjin and Felix, but somehow they seem to come to some sort of understanding that Hyunjin is an idiot. Before he leaves, Felix asks whether this is why the others have been making such a fuss and acting weirder than usual and Hyunjin sheepishly nods.

When Felix later relays his conversation to you, with some parts redacted, you’re caught somewhere between disbelief and anger. This guy had you almost convinced that he hated you and yet, was crushing on you the entire time? For a moment Felix wonders whether you’re going to cry or curse Hyunjin out, but you do neither, instead stepping past him and into the dorm hallway. As frustrated as you feel, you aren’t brave enough to march into Hyunjin’s bedroom, so you silently pray that he is somewhere else. Perhaps Felix should call your name or make some effort to stop you, but Chan emerges at the sound of your rushed footsteps and catches him by the arm. If Chan hadn’t been so busy in the studio recently, he might have cottoned on to the situation sooner than anyone else, but his being away has allowed Hyunjin to fester and he is almost relieved to see something happening finally. He is confident as he reassures Felix that you’ll sort things between yourselves and he invites him to his bedroom to show him the music that has been occupying his time as a welcome distraction.

You’re able to see Hyunjin stretched across the length of the sofa and before you even consider checking if he is alone, you raise your voice: ‘Hwang Hyunjin!’

Surprise sends him to his feet and you’re glad that he is alone after all as you muster the courage to march toward him, stopping only when there is a couple of metres between your bodies. His mouth is moving like he wants to say something, but you’re faster, ‘You’ve been avoiding me all this time because you like me? Have you ever spoken to a girl before?’ 

Hyunjin is faintly aware of your finger punctuating the words against his chest, but he is caught on the realisation that Felix must have shared with you what he had confessed. There are words spilling from your mouth, but he isn’t really listening, he hasn’t seen you angry before and there is something so cute about it, if he lets it slip though you might swipe at him. Without realising, he is looking down at you and softly smiling even though the jab of your finger is starting to hurt a little. His lack of resistance causes you to slow and finally fall silent, only to catch his eye.

‘Don’t look at me like that when I’m angry with you,’ you frown.

Hyunjin smiles just a little wider. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t realise what I was doing.’

He hears the little huff that leaves your mouth and forces himself to brush his fingers against your own in a silent plea for forgiveness. ‘I’d like to take you out.’

For a moment, you do not reply and he almost panics. The fear that you’re truly furious with him is ugly and he has to fight the urge to flee before you speak. A smile plays at the edges of your mouth and he knows you’re toying with him, ‘I was actually thinking of asking Felix out.’ 

He watches as you roll on the balls of your feet, almost pleased with yourself and he playfully rolls his eyes and looks away, supposing he deserves that. As a childhood friend of Felix, he should have known what to expect and as embarrassed as he is at being outed as an idiot, he’s suddenly grateful for Felix’s meddling. 

[ Namjoon & Domestic AU ] -

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes 🥺

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Namjoon is a simple man. He takes his coffee black. He prefers granary to wholemeal and he knows he’ll marry you one day. 

Saturday afternoons are for visiting the supermarket. Namjoon backtracks down the aisles to pick up the things you have forgotten without complaint. When he returns, he finds you trying to pull something from the highest shelf. He watches you struggle for a moment, almost falling from your toes as you desperately reach whatever it is that you’re after.  He could stretch his arm and take it himself, but instead, he places his hands securely on your waist and lifts you upwards. The little sound of surprise that escapes from your mouth stirs a warm feeling in his chest, but the sound of your laughter as he sets you down, laundry detergent in hand, has him wishing your wedding day around sooner.  

When you’re too inundated with last-minute work to go with him, he takes the grocery list left on the countertop and goes to the store alone. Namjoon smiles to himself halfway along the vegetable aisle. In between green beans and broccoli, there is a note to say you love him. He has old lists folded between the banknotes in his wallet, all written in your handwriting, all with his name at the bottom, i’s dotted with hearts. 

Sundays are set aside for restoring some sort of order to your apartment. Namjoon wrestles with the corners of your freshly laundered bedsheets. He laughs as he watches you raise them to your nose to smell floral detergent clinging to the cotton. He dusts in the places he knows you can’t reach, waters the plants that are hung too high. Your apartment might not be the biggest, but he feels too far away even from one room to the next and every now and then pauses what he is doing to find you. He places delicate kisses on your mouth, or kisses you breathless, before disappearing again. He likes to complain about the too-sweet vanilla candle burning in the kitchen, but he knows he will miss it when it is gone. 

When it comes to cooking dinner, he lets you take the lead. Even after all this time together, you haven’t been able to improve his culinary skills beyond boiling water. But he is on hand to top up your wine glass and skip through the songs you don’t want to hear on your playlist. He stands behind and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as you stir whatever it is on the stove. 

Namjoon insists on washing the dishes whilst you rest. He makes a mess most of the time, sloshing water onto the kitchen floor, sending soap suds across the room at you. Even when you know it is coming, you’re unable to escape from his wet, soapy hands as he reaches for the sides of your face to hold you still. It is messier still – water dripping down your neck and onto your shirt, but he places lingering kisses on your skin and the water soaking into your shirt is almost entirely forgotten about.

On weekdays, when he returns home in the early hours of the morning after a particularly busy day at work, he moves through your apartment as quietly as he possibly can. Namjoon knows he is clumsy, sometimes he is all thumbs and sends his keys flying across the kitchen, or stumbles over the corner of the carpet, but at three am, when he knows you are sleeping, he moves carefully. He finds you on the sofa, a coffee cup half empty on the table and he supposes that you must have tried to wait up for him. He is even more cautious as he slips his hands around your waist – it is awkward and certainly untidy enough to shake you awake, but he manages to lift you into his arms. He hears a soft huff against his ear and feels you shift slightly as he starts towards your bedroom and he wonders whether he had woken you after all. After a moment, your body settles back onto his chest, maybe he had disturbed you, but you curl into him and let him believe that he hasn't.

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

Warnings: Reference to 18 + Content

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➳ Taeil -

First and foremost, Taeil is simply surprised the first time he sees you bundled up in one of his hoodies. Being an idol, it’s nigh impossible for you to have any sort of normal relationship and there are very few ways that he can publicly show how much he adores you. But, he can gift you his most comfortable clothes and whilst no one else will know that they signify that you’re his, the knowledge that you’re moving about the city wearing his clothes is enough for him. He’s never experienced this before, being an idol and all, but there is a warm feeling simmering in his chest when he sees you drowning in his hoodie and he knows that it is love. 

➳ Johnny -

After a quick shower in your apartment, you find Johnny’s discarded hoodie on your bed and immediately pull it on, the hem just covering your underwear. Johnny is lounging on the sofa, half-heartedly watching something on television when you emerge from your bedroom, instantly catching his attention. He’s surprised, almost caught off guard by the sight of his clothes barely covering your bare body, but he doesn’t show it, pulling you into his lap without so much as a second thought. He’ll tease you about stealing his clothes without permission as if his hands aren’t caressing your sides beneath the material and as if you’re oblivious to how hard he is against your thigh. He just likes how small you look in his clothes. 

➳ Taeyong -

Taeyong has half-convinced himself that he must have left a particular button-down in a hotel room at some point because he cannot, no matter how thoroughly he looks, find it. He’s even asked those he shares the dorm with just in case they took it from the laundry by mistake. The shirt has been consigned to oblivion, at least until he arrives unannounced at your apartment one day. As soon you open the door he sees the familiar material and is stunned into silence - partly because he’s surprised at seeing the shirt after all this time, mostly because he really wasn’t expecting you to be lounging in his clothes. Taeyong quietly asks how long you’ve had it and you have to sheepishly admit that it’s been a while, possibly since the first time he ever stayed at your place. As annoyed as he teasingly pretends to be, he insists that you keep it as he likes knowing you’ll be wearing it when he is away.

➳ Yuta -

Yuta doesn’t feel the cold, at least that is what he tells you as he shrugs off his jacket and places it around your shoulders. He also doesn’t claim to know an awful lot, but he knows how to be a gentleman, and how to take care of his partner. The sight of you in your slinky date-night dress is certainly nice, but the sight of you in said dress with his jacket slung over the top just hits a little different. He wants the entire world to know that you’re spoken for and until the day he is able to put a ring on your finger, his jacket will have to do. (Even if it’s making keeping his hands to himself very difficult. Just you wait until you’re home.)

➳ Doyoung -

It has been almost five weeks since you and Doyoung were in the same country, let alone the same room, his schedule had been so demanding recently. He is half-asleep as he lets himself into your apartment with the key you had given him a while ago, it is almost four AM after his flight was delayed, but he can’t wait a moment longer to see you. He finds you wrapped up in your bed, snuggled into the material of his hoodie. He thinks it’s adorable and he’ll definitely tease you about it in a few hours when you wake, but he’ll be gentle, knowing how difficult being apart can be. When you tell him it is because it is covered in his cologne and you missed him so much it hurt, he’s almost prepared to swear to never leave your side again. 

➳ Jaehyun -

It’s a given, the first time Jaehyun catches sight of you wearing one of his t-shirts is the morning after your first time together. After waking a little earlier than him, you pull on the shirt he had thrown over his shoulder the night before to brew you both a cup of coffee. Maybe it is the aroma of said coffee, maybe it is the feeling of an empty bed, but Jaehyun soon follows. He’s going to smirk when he sees the hem of his t-shirt hanging over the tops of your thighs and ask if the coffee can wait a few minutes because he’s suddenly got other things on his mind.

➳ Jungwoo -

Perhaps you or Jungwoo ought to have checked the weather forecast before heading out for coffee because one moment you’re dry, walking hand in hand along the street, and the next you’re soaked through and desperately seeking shelter from a sudden downpour. Jungwoo pulls you the entire way to the dorm by your hand and once inside, offers you his entire wardrobe to find something comfortable and dry to change into. Whatever you pick, he’ll insist that you wear it home afterwards because he likes the thought of everyone seeing him in his clothes. 

➳ Mark -

After spending the day together, Mark is reluctant in every way to let you go home - it is already dark out, and probably cold, he’ll protest, whilst persuading you to stay the night. He just isn’t ready to say goodbye yet and who are you to say no to those darn puppy eyes of his. When you eventually cave, Mark will give you an entire stack of clothes from his wardrobe and politely leave the room so that you can change in privacy because you haven’t been seeing each other for long. After you call him back in, he instantly melts, cooing over how cute you are almost drowning in his sweatshirt and sweatpants. (One night in the same bed and Mark will never want to sleep alone again.)

➳ Haechan -

Haechan is another one who is almost undone by the sight of you in his clothes. When you’re hanging out one evening, Haechan at his computer whilst you scroll through your phone, you help yourself to the hoodie he had thrown onto his bed earlier in the day. It’s only when you go to his side in search of attention that he notices what you’re wearing - you’re settled into his lap, thighs on either side of his own and he suddenly realises that you’re comfortable in your underwear and his hoodie. He loses all interest in his video game and draws you into a heated make-out, his thumbs resting on the bare skin of your thighs. He isn’t sure anything has ever had him feeling so hot under the collar so quickly and when things begin to escalate, he’s insistent that the hoodie stays. 

[ Cuddling w/ Jaeyun ] -

Warnings: None!

A/N: To the anon who requested Jaeyun, I love you.

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Jaeyun knows the rules and he swears with every inch of his being that he respects them. Except one. He is exhausted, just about to drop and there isn’t a chance he is going to stay away from you. That is the rule, no-one to the dormitory whilst they are preparing and practicing for their comeback, least of all girlfriends and boyfriends and everything in between. A scandal is something they could do without. After the day week month he’s had however, Jaeyun just can’t bring himself to listen and he’s been so strong, slowly crossing off the days until he can see you again, and strict – telling the group that as much as he loves them, he isn’t going to take the fall if one of them messes up. But, here he is, too tired and missing you too much to listen for even a moment longer. Even when you argue the point yourself, sending him a series of messages about how you aren’t going to get him into trouble, the thought of finally seeing him again is enough to wear you down. 

With a careful hand on your hip, he pushes you just far enough away that he can lean in. If he wasn’t so tired, the kiss might have been desperate, frantic even, with hungry hands eager to explore, but it is gentle and unhurried. Jaeyun is faintly aware of a ruckus going on in the kitchen and he truly dreads to think as to who might be cooking, but he can’t quite bring himself to care. If the dorm burns down, so be it – he has your head resting on his chest after seventeen days without and he’s too tired to move very fast. Soon, he’ll fall asleep and maybe someone will see you half-hidden beneath his duvet, a tangle of arms and legs, but he doesn’t care about that either.  

With a careful hand on your hip, he pushes you just far enough away that he can lean in. If he wasn’t so tired, the kiss might have been desperate, frantic even, with hungry hands eager to explore, but it is gentle and unhurried. Jaeyun is faintly aware of a ruckus going on in the kitchen and he truly dreads to think as to who might be cooking, but he can’t quite bring himself to care. If the dorm burns down, so be it – he has your head resting on his chest after seventeen days without and he’s too tired to move very fast. Soon, he’ll fall asleep and maybe someone will see you half-hidden beneath his duvet, a tangle of arms and legs, but he doesn’t care about that either.  

With a careful hand on your hip, he pushes you just far enough away that he can lean in. If he wasn’t so tired, the kiss might have been desperate, frantic even, with hungry hands eager to explore, but it is gentle and unhurried. Jaeyun is faintly aware of a ruckus going on in the kitchen and he truly dreads to think as to who might be cooking, but he can’t quite bring himself to care. If the dorm burns down, so be it – he has your head resting on his chest after seventeen days without and he’s too tired to move very fast. Soon, he’ll fall asleep and maybe someone will see you half-hidden beneath his duvet, a tangle of arms and legs, but he doesn’t care about that either.