Payback

Payback

Pairing: Jiu x Fem!8thMember!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut

Word Count: 2,317

Summary: Jiu gets needy, and it's all your fault. She intends to even the score.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hi again, everyone! I hope you guys are having a good morning / day / night wherever you are. Here’s Jiu’s story; next up is Gahyeon! :)

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Y/N & Jiu’s Room – DC Dorm

Seated in the middle of her bed and hard at work on a new song for the group’s next album, Jiu sighed heavily. Her jaw clenched a time or two out of habit, trying to rid itself of the tension it held within. 

A few lyrics were etched onto the pages of the notebook that laid in front of her crossed legs – some scribbled out while others had symbols or arrows above them in her best attempt at organization. Finding the right words was nearly impossible, and she’d been going in circles for the last half hour on how the chorus alone should flow. 

Put simply, she was frustrated.

So, she laid her pencil down and pushed the notebook away, intending to make a trip to the kitchen for a short break. 

Her sock-clad feet made contact with the hardwood as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, stretching them out for the first time in hours. She briefly reveled in the feeling, glad to rid her muscles of the ache they had to endure.

But as she stood up to leave, a notification lit her phone screen up, drawing her attention. 

She grabbed it from the bedside table, pausing for a second to look at the smiling picture of you that she had set as her wallpaper. 

Once she unlocked it, she found that the notification was from Weverse, and it was of your doing. 

She clicked it without hesitation and read the caption that you wrote, feeling a grin grow on her face all the while: “It’s almost time, Somnies! Here’s some behind the scenes pics since you’ve been so patient ;)) #Y/NSoloD-7!” 

She tutted and rolled her eyes at your habit of flirting, but she opened the pictures and began to look through them nonetheless. She returned to her initial position on the bed, promising herself she’d take her break once she was done.

You were far more important, after all. 

The first image was of you sitting in front of a table full of snacks that fans had prepared, with a goofy grin and two thumbs up aimed proudly at the camera.

The second featured you perched on the shoulders of two of the backup dancers with a prop cowboy hat pulled down to cover your face. Your arms were locked at the elbow as you mimicked a robot, and the two dancers were looking at one another skeptically, like you were crazy. Jiu could tell that you had forced them to just trust you and to go with it, probably saying that the fans would enjoy your oddness. 

The smile on her face widened at the thought of that.

But, almost as quickly as it had appeared, that sweet expression of hers faltered. 

When she swiped one final time and your third picture came into view, she suddenly understood why so many fans were commenting and liking the post at the speed of light. 

It was a solo shot of you in front of the mirror, holding your phone at an angle that captured both your front and back. Her eyes tracked the curve of your spine in the reflection and stopped at your ass, which she admired like a horny teenager. The pants that you wore were one of her favorite pairs on you, and she shook her head at the notion that you had purposefully planned all of this with the intention of ruining her. 

Perhaps it was retribution for the orgasm you’d been denied of a few nights ago, after she had so cruelly gotten you worked up. A phone call had stolen her away from you right before you reached ecstasy, and by the time she returned you had already helped yourself to a lackluster high that paled in comparison to what she could’ve given. Even she felt a little remorseful for that one.  

So she took this "punishment" in stride. She followed the beads of sweat that ran down your neck and chest, taking a deep breath as they disappeared behind what little bit of cover your cropped tank top provided. Your sports bra prevented her from seeing as much of your chest as she wanted, but part of her was grateful – after all, she wasn’t the only one with access to the picture. 

Your exposed midriff begged for her attention next, and she paid it without a second thought. All of your hard work was evident, showcased by the toned lines of your abdomen that she wanted so badly to touch. To kiss. To ride.

The smirk on your face lied partially out of frame, and that familiar, arrogant gesture made her thighs press together instinctually. It conjured up a million memories, all of which were only speakable under the cover of night or tucked away in the safety of your bedroom. 

Mental images of your head nestled between her thighs, right where it belonged, as you serviced and worshipped her until she couldn’t speak.

The surreal, almost tangible feeling of your lips ghosting across her skin caused her eyes to flutter shut. 

Without you there to hold, her hands felt empty. They yearned to touch you, and only you; she would’ve given anything to have you alone for just ten minutes, free of distraction and interruption. Hours weren’t enough time for her when it came to you, but she could recognize in hindsight that that may have been a bit greedy. 

Because now, she was aching for anything she could get. 

She settled back against her pillows and hastily propped her phone up, dizzy with her thoughts of you. 

Her selfish hands found their way along her own body, given their inability to be on you instead. 

They caressed the areas you loved so much – perhaps in a silent, unseen ode to you – and her breathing soon grew heavier. One went to her chest while the other dared to travel lower, directly between her trembling thighs. Her body hummed for you, despite the distance that separated you; it called in all the ways it knew how, and she was left to deal with the fallout. 

When her fingertips dipped into her panties, warm arousal instantly coated them, showing her just how easy she was for you. You ruled her without even knowing it. 

She kept her eyes on the picture of you for as long as possible, committing every beautiful detail to memory; but when her fingers brushed against her most sensitive spot, she couldn't stop her eyes from fluttering shut again. 

Your name tumbled past her trembling lips in a broken whisper, spoken like a prayer.

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DCC Building – Practice Room 3

“Y/N, take five, yeah?” Jun, the lead choreographer, asked, drawing in a succession of deep breaths as his hands rested on his knees. 

From your place on the floor, you raised a weak arm into the air and extended a thumb up to the ceiling. He chuckled at the state you were in before ultimately deciding to have mercy, for a change.

His soft footsteps resounded around the practice room as he left for a break, and you used what remaining energy you had left to push yourself off of the floor and into a sitting position. 

Your back pressed to the wall behind you, and you took a moment to revel in the coldness of its surface. Every fiber of your being was worn out; after giving you an extra long break to post on Weverse, Jun had upped the ante and made you run through the song multiple times without stopping. You knew it was necessary and entirely worth it, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t (mentally) complain about it in the meantime.

A staff member entered the room with a cooler of water in tow in the midst of your sulking, and you studied her face for a moment, convinced that she must have been the closest thing to god you’d ever seen. 

You bowed deeply when she handed you one of them, and she simply laughed and shook her head in response before giving the others to the stray dancers that were also laying in heaps on the floor. 

You retreated to your corner again and nearly drained the bottle in one go; a chime from your phone, however, stopped you at about the ¾ mark, and you begrudgingly pulled away. When you noticed that Jiu’s contact picture was pulsating at the top of your screen, a foolish grin made its way to your face and you hastily sealed the bottle back up before unlocking your phone.

In hindsight, you considered your grin foolish because of how quickly it dissolved. 

Minji ❤️‍🔥💍

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You clicked on her name, completely oblivious to what you had just done. You had expected, perhaps, a cute image of Cherry playing, or even something embarrassing of one of the members that could’ve been used as blackmail if they ever got on your nerves. 

To say you were unprepared to receive a nude from Minji would’ve been the understatement of the century. 

Soft lamplight cast across her body as she laid there, elegantly splayed out in the middle of her bed and completely bare – two observations that both knocked the wind from your lungs and caused a sound that you’d never quite made before to leave them. The dancers across the room didn’t seem to notice or care, though, and you thanked your lucky stars for that. 

You tilted your phone down to ensure that no one else had the chance to see her in such a way before resuming your bout of admiration. Your heart thrummed wildly in your chest, beating something fierce for the woman on the other side of your screen. 

Her cheeks and chest were vibrant with a crimson blush that spread across her fair skin beautifully, looking straight out of a painting. Her nipples were peaked and a little swollen, both from arousal and the exposure that they were receiving. You could imagine that she'd been toying with them, just as you always did. 

Your mouth watered at the sight. 

The angle allowed you to see two of her fingers buried deep inside of her pussy, and her eyes were big and pleading as she peered up at the camera through her long lashes. The muscles of her arm and stomach were flexed, and you could only assume that she had been writhing and rutting unabashedly in pursuit of her high as she snapped the picture. 

Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, swollen and rosy just like her clit. 

The furrow of her brow – paired with the slight blur of motion – made you realize just how close she must’ve been when she took the picture; you felt warmth pool in your abdomen at the filthy thought of that alone. 

She wanted you to see what you did to her – needed you to be with her in that moment more than anything, no matter what – and that lit a fire in you that only she was capable of sparking.

Another chime resounded.

Minji❤️‍🔥💍

Like your payback, baby? ;) Come home soon and you might get a taste…

You cleared your throat and stood up at once, feeling lightheaded from what she was doing to you. Your tired body protested, but you didn’t pay it any mind; the throbbing between your thighs outshined everything else, begging for a kind of relief that only she could provide. 

The strap of your bag slid into your hand a mere moment later, and you made quick work of exiting the practice room. 

When you passed by Jun in the hall, marching as if on a mission, he called after you. You shot a reply over your shoulder, sounding as convincing as you could manage. When he didn't follow after you, you let out a thankful sigh of relief. 

Flying appeared to be a new skill that you’d acquired somewhere along the way, considering you made it down three flights of stairs in all of ten seconds. Your muscles again ached fiercely by the time you arrived at your car in front of the building, but you pushed the feeling down and clambered to produce your keys from your bag. 

Once inside, you threw the hefty thing into the passenger's seat and placed your phone in the cupholder. Fastening your seatbelt came next, but before you had a chance to start the car, one final, torturous ding sounded off. 

With a shaky hand, you retrieved your phone. 

Minji ❤️‍🔥💍

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Tick tock… round two is starting any minute.

After reading the message, you opened her attachment.

Cum was spread across her fingers, slick and glistening in the low light of the room as she showcased it proudly, all for you. The veins of her hand were prominent as she strategically posed it in front of her face, preying on your weakness. Her jawline was sharp – made even more attractive by the shadows that cast across it – and the unmarked skin of her neck practically begged to be claimed by you. 

Upon further inspection, you noticed that a bit of cum was visible on her lips, too, which tugged into a sexy smirk at the top of the frame. 

Her impatience had led her to taste herself – a revelation that made your clit throb in anticipation. 

She had pretended her fingers were your own as her tongue worked over them, swirling and obediently lapping at her release as she pictured your body hovering over her. 

Mental images – a million possibilities of what could happen when you arrived – flooded your mind as you raised your trembling hands to the steering wheel and started the car. It came to life in a second, and you were pulling out of your parking spot faster than you could blink.

….

What was the speed limit again? 

Midnight Mercy

Pairing: Gahyeon x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Somnophilia, Slight Degradation

Word Count: 2,607

Summary: The term "wet dream" takes on a whole new meaning in the middle of the night, nestled between the sheets of your bed.

Gahyeon needs your help in finishing what she unconsciously started.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I’m sorry for not uploading sooner; life just got in the way a bit. Buuuuut, I’m back now, and I’ve got a few writings already finished that I just have to edit and post for all of you to enjoy :) I hope you like this piece <3 Handong’s story will be posted soon, also, so keep an eye out for that!

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“Y/N,” a sleepy mumble came from behind you, paired with a bit of shuffling beneath the sheets. 

“I’m here, Gah,” you responded, equally as tired and fully aware that she was away in dreamland somewhere and incapable of actually hearing you. 

“Y/N/N,” she spoke again, this time a little louder – a little more forceful. 

You rolled over, intertwining your legs with hers and laying an arm across her midriff to offer her some reassurance. Perhaps she’d feel it and fall back into a restful slumber again. 

“Shhh,” you soothed, the noise slightly altered from the way your cheek pressed against your pillow. 

When your fingertips lightly stroked her side in a gentle, mindless pattern, she seemed to relax and settle down. Whatever was bothering her stopped, and you lazily smiled, falling back into the rhythm of sleep right behind her.

- 20 Minutes Later - 

Unconscious, unintentional stimulation. That’s all Gahyeon’s mind cared about as it prompted her body to continue the slow grind that it had begun a few minutes prior, aiming to relieve the pressure that plagued her core. 

Her hips wound in sensual circles and strokes, causing her clit to rub just right against something firm and warm that just so happened to be nearby.

Only when the rocking became more forceful did she begin to wake up, and only then did she realize what she had been doing. Her pulse was quicker than normal, pumping harder in her chest, and her breathing was faster, too.

Aided by what light the moon had to offer, she peeked down at where your bodies were joined. The covers had fallen – or been pushed – away, exposing both of you to the night air. 

Both of her legs were wrapped around one of yours, and as she moved to reposition them, her mouth fell open instead. 

A large wet spot glistened on your thigh, darkening the leg of your grey sweatpants in a way that both embarrassed Gahyeon and aroused her. 

Though she hadn’t meant to, she had nearly gotten herself off on you. 

Her eyes tracked up to your face, where she found blissful ignorance etched into your features. 

You were laid out on your back, breathing softly. The neckline of your tank top had ridden lower than it was meant to, due to your drowsy tossing and turning from before. She couldn't help but focus her attention there, admiring the way that your nipples were peaked beneath the thin material, just out of view. 

She bit her lip, needing to busy her mouth. 

The waistband of your sweats had long ago fallen below its proper place as well; your hip bones peeked out above it, and it was all her fault. Her grinding had slowly worked your pants down, pulling them little by little. 

Crimson blush crept up the back of her neck, working up to her cheeks the longer she admired you. 

Did you have any idea how beautiful you were?

While thousands of people threw themselves at her on the daily, all vying for any miniscule amount of attention she'd pay to them, here she was giving every bit of it to you – wholly and undivided. 

She was simply a pawn in your unconscious game. And yet, for a fate that sounded so taxing, she lived for it. 

Her bout of adoration was interrupted as you shifted, sensing some sort of change despite still being asleep. 

Ignorant to the situation at hand, you scooted closer, returning your body to its previous position next to hers as you unconsciously sought out the warmth that she provided so well. 

Your arm wrapped around her abdomen as you pulled her in, and your leg shifted back between her thighs; the motion of your readjustments reached her clit, sending a wave of pleasure washing over her again. 

It reminded her of just how sensitive she was. How close.

Your cheek pressed to her chest, nuzzling there comfortably. 

“Y-Y/N, baby,” she addressed, though her voice betrayed her. What she intended to sound firm was anything but; it classified more so as a broken moan than anything else. 

“Mmm,” you hummed, still blissfully unaware of what was happening. Sleep played on the edge of your mind, cradling you there. 

She gave into the selfish urge to grind again, just a little. No harm, no foul… right?

Her head pressed back into the pillow when your lips brushed against her breast, settling dangerously close to her nipple. Your breath fanned out across her exposed skin, exploiting how sensitive it was; her thin crop top was practically useless as a barrier. If anything, it only heightened what she was feeling. 

It was almost too much to handle; her head spun, dizzied by everything that came along with having you so close. 

“Y/N, wake up,” she tried again, voice still airy.

You muttered a low protest and drew her closer, not listening. 

“You feel so good,” you complimented through a sleepy, blissful sigh, your lips ghosting across her skin with the words. Your hand skimmed down further, meeting the curve of her side, before coming to rest above the line of her thong. 

The pulse between her thighs grew stronger with everything you did. Shame pervaded her mind at the idea of using you like this to get off, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted it. Wanted to take advantage of such a perfect opportunity – of you, and your flawless body. It made her feel dirty, but turned on all the same.

“Gah,” you uttered, beginning to wake up and break through the haze of sleep. “What’s wrong?” She was tense in your arms, and doing everything she could to keep some distance between you. 

You blinked a few times, adjusting to the dark before propping up on your elbow to look at her. 

With her head turned away, you couldn’t see the helpless way her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, or the furrow of her brows as she focused hard on refraining from riding your thigh. 

Your grip on her waist tightened as you shifted close enough to peek at her face; the subtle move made her moan, and it was then that you began to piece things together. You glanced down between your bodies, finding her two thighs trapping one of yours in precious need. A gentle smile showed on your face, full of curious wonder. 

She was absolutely ruinous.

“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner, baby?”

“I tried,” she said. “You were out like a light.”

Two half-truths that conveniently enabled her to forego explaining her deeper desires. Admitting just how much she had enjoyed the thrill of using you in your altered state wasn’t an option in her mind. 

The slight undertone of annoyance in the unsteady waves of her voice made your smile deepen. She really must have been suffering. 

“Use me now, then,” you resolved simply. “Finish what you started.”

She turned her face to look at you – finally – allowing you to see her rosy cheeks and the want in her eyes. Her hair was mussed, a bit disheveled as it splayed across the pillow in multiple directions. Still, she was breathtaking. 

“Y-you don’t mind?” She asked smally.

You let out a little laugh at that. “Of course not. Why would I?”

“I didn’t know if you’d be in the mood. Since you’ve been so busy lately, I didn’t want to bother–

“Gahyeon, look at me,” you interrupted her rambling, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek. “I will always be in the mood for you, okay?” You raised your brows expectantly. 

She nodded, taking your words of reassurance to heart. 

“Making you feel good makes me feel good. So come here,” you coaxed, settling back against the pillows behind you. “...I want to watch you ride me.”

Her heart skipped a beat, both in part from your sweetness and also from your request. She wasn’t often plagued by shyness, but you had the mysterious ability of bringing it out in her at times like this. 

A timid smile reached her lips as she rolled over, obediently moving to straddle you. Her wet shorts made contact with your exposed stomach, making you draw in a breath. She laid down atop you, aligning her body with yours; she was practically humming with need.

“You’re so good to me,” she praised, musing gratefully. 

You smiled as her lips grazed your cheek, pressing a few soft kisses to it before she buried her face in the safety of your neck. You wrapped your arms around her, letting her settle comfortably between them and find her confidence again. 

Her hips began to move in small strokes, still reserved, like she was testing the waters. Your hands gained purchase on the small of her back, guiding her to move freely and release her inhibitions. 

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Don’t hold back.”

The reassurance in your sweet voice successfully spurred her on, and she began to own her desire, slowly but surely. 

In time with her grinding, her pillowy lips drug across your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses in their wake. 

She gave into the urge to mark you when you moaned her name under your breath, just loud enough for her to hear. 

“Is this what you wanted to do while I was asleep?” You asked, tilting your head to the side to give her better ease of access. “Too much of a slut to be patient… Just wanted to use me to get off, huh?”

She nodded, humping faster. The degradation in your tone made her clit throb harder than before, and the humiliation of being found out made her heart pound. 

She should’ve known you’d put the pieces together eventually. 

“Didn’t wanna wait…” she mumbled between kisses, fessing up, “...felt too good to stop.”

She allowed her hands to wander over your body, ghosting her nails across your skin just enough to leave goosebumps as she trailed them towards your chest. She kneaded one of your breasts through your tank top, groping it like she’d been dying to ever since waking up. 

You whimpered, and the sound of it made her hips jerk and stutter briefly. 

“Fucking hell, Y/N,” she cursed under her breath. Her shorts rubbed against your stomach and pelvis, spreading her slick everywhere, making a mess on you. The heady scent of her arousal filled the space between you, igniting something within you with every inhale you drew in. 

In one motion, she pulled your top down, fully exposing your chest to her eager eyes. The thin straps of it fell down your arms, hanging loosely. 

Under her heavy gaze, it was your turn to be shy; she sat up to take in the full sight of you, still straddling your waist. 

Her hands splayed across your stomach as she continued to grind, reveling in the friction that her clit received. The force of her thrusts moved you as well, causing your breasts to bounce.

The image of you like that only made her wetter, and she made it a point to etch it into her mind to remember later. 

Your fingertips skated to the edge of her shirt, which you promptly pulled off of her and tossed elsewhere into the surrounding darkness. 

You sat up and kissed her exposed skin, encouraged by her poorly-suppressed sounds of pleasure. 

She was a work of art, and as you nipped and licked everywhere your mouth could reach, you attempted to paint a hundred different odes to her. Little tributes, all reminders of your devotion to her that she could discover later. Every mark was a splash of color, growing a deeper shade as you fell even more in love. 

With your bodies intertwined and her writhing insatiably within your arms, you felt invigorated. 

Your lips enveloped her nipple as you took it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the hardened peak. She melted into you at the feeling, pushing herself closer and closer to give you as much access as possible. 

On their own accord, your hips began to wind. 

Your own clit throbbed, having been completely ignored the entire time. But now it brushed against the bunched up crotch of your sweatpants as you moved, attaining a taste of relief.

Erratically, Gahyeon’s muscles jumped against you. You could feel her impending orgasm beginning to take over; her moans grew louder, and her movements less controlled. 

They were stuttered and messy, even causing the headboard to collide with the wall a few times. But you couldn't have cared less; you simply smiled triumphantly and met her with the same level of intensity, encouraging her to chase after her high and use you however she needed to. 

"Y/N/N, baby" she warned, voice whiny and strained with effort, "I'm gonna…"

You released her nipple with a wet pop and brought a hand up to the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She submitted immediately and gave you control, welcoming your tongue into her mouth as she teetered on the edge. 

You threaded your fingers into her hair, tightening your grip without warning. The sensation – paired with one final, perfectly timed grind – sent her over the edge. 

A slew of whiny moans came out of her, high pitched and breathless. Stars erupted behind her eyelids, and her mind raced with thoughts of you. She held tightly to them, hanging onto the glorious feeling for as long as possible, never wanting it to end.  

As you coaxed her through the aftershocks, she suckled on your lower lip, languidly riding out every last one of them. She jerked a few times, clinging to you like her life depended on it. 

She was especially sensitive when you reached into her shorts and circled her swollen clit with your thumb. 

"How about another, baby? Since you did so well for me." You offered against her lips, enjoying the way she trembled.

Her resulting, sheepish nod inspired a smile to form on your face.

“Oh and, for the record,” you added, brushing the tip of your nose against hers, “you can do whatever you want with me, anytime; even if I’m sleeping. I don’t mind.” 

You felt the way that she clenched at that, her walls responding to the mere future promise of it alone, and your grin only deepened. 

She shook like a leaf as you moved even closer, allowing your lips to hover next to her ear.

“I know you want to, jagi. It's cute." 

An embarrassed groan left her, but you were only encouraged by it. 

"Maybe I should pretend," you teased, shutting your eyes as you laid back down onto the pillows. "This better?" 

When you let out a fake snore, she whined in protest and smacked your shoulder. 

"Yah! Cut it out!"

You chuckled and pulled her down, pressing a kiss to her cheek to smooth things over again and win her back. Your fingertips swirled across her clit again, like an unspoken apology to ease her anger. 

Despite the pouting she was doing, she leant in to kiss you anyway.

It didn't take long for her to melt into it, either – giving herself up to you again like the good girl she was. 

Moonlight fell across her features, highlighting all of the ways they scrunched together in pleasure when you quickened your movements in her shorts. You eased two fingers into her and curled them, inspiring a loud moan to slip out of her mouth.

With a smirk, you accepted what fate had in store:

Neither one of you would be getting any more sleep tonight.  

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Dreamcatcher Reaction To Their S/O Backhugging Them

Pairing: Dreamcatcher x GN!Reader

Requested By: Anon

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff

A/N: Hope you guys like this! Let me know what some of your favorite parts are :)

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Jiu

Instant smile

If you put your chin on her shoulder, she'll turn her head to the side and kiss your temple

But if she feels your cheek or forehead press against her back, she'll just giggle and tug you in closer

She's quick to check in with you

"Is everything alright, sweetheart?" 

If you tell her you need something in particular, she's off to get it before you can even finish your sentence

But if you just want to show her some love, she's more than happy to accept it

She usually laces her fingers with yours

Especially if she feels you mindlessly toying with the end of her shirt or the waistband of her pants

Sways with you a little

Hums / croons sometimes, knowing you enjoy it. The vibrations of the melody are always comforting to you, and hearing her sweet voice is the cherry on top

You hold her like she's the most fragile, precious thing in the entire world, and she absolutely adores it

Whispers sweet words of affection to you, basking in your presence

Sua

It happens so often that she's super used to it by now, but she still gets just as happy as she did that first time

She'll let you wrap her up in your arms and hold her close

Although it's basically her purpose in life to shower everyone else in affection 24/7, she really enjoys receiving it from you 

"You always know just what I need, jagi," she muses through a lopsided smile.

When you pepper her cheek or neck with kisses, still cradling her in your arms, she'll smile like an idiot and reach a hand around to touch your butt

Squeezes it just to get a reaction out of you

Other times she'll mess with you and go limp without warning, making you scramble to catch her and keep her off the ground 

But when she's feeling particularly soft, she'll just close her eyes and revel in your warmth 

No teasing, no tricks

Typically followed by a gentle sigh and a verbal reminder of how much she loves you

Stays like that for a while

Even if she's busy doing something, she doesn't want you to leave

Siyeon

She's already pretty clingy with you, but whenever you give her a back hug that goes up like a million percent

It instantly lifts her mood

Having you so close always comforts her

She'll tug your arms tighter around herself and hold them there, not letting you slip away anytime soon

Sometimes she ends up zoning out after securing your arms around herself, so you're basically just stuck until she snaps out of her daze

Plays with your hands 

Sings to you, more often than not

If she's cooking or preparing something, she'll offer you a bite of it over her shoulder

Such a cozy embrace, everytime

Has a little convo with you, typically asking about your day and how you're doing

Early morning back hugs are arguably the cutest of them all

It'll just be the two of you in the kitchen as hazy sunlight creeps its way into the room, little by little. Her voice is deeper and a little mumbly, uneven as sleep plays around its edges. But she never fails to ask you about your plans for the day (through a yawn) as she works on whipping up something for the two of you to eat

If you decide to take over the cooking, she's quick to trade positions and drag you into her arms

Her plump lips press to the back of your neck as she moves your hair out of the way, clearing a path for herself

"Have I told you lately how perfect you are?" She asks in between kisses, ensuring that her lips never stray too far from your skin. The sensation causes you to shiver, and you can feel her smile grow wider as a result.

Handong

Grins and stands up a little taller, more than happy to receive the affection from you

The contrast between her strong physique and your soft touch is just so….

😙🤌

She runs her hands along your arms and lolls her head back a little, settling it against yours

If she feels like you're upset, she'll be quick to check on you

Otherwise, if she can tell that you're just in need of some love, she'll pay you a compliment and hold you close

Super relaxing, tbh

You both just enjoy the peaceful aura that you create

But sometimes, in the name of rocking the boat and getting a reaction out of you, she decides to flex her muscles

And if she's wearing an oversized hoodie or shirt, she'll guide your hands beneath it and settle them on her abs

She's aware of just how much you love them, and hearing your quiet gasp of surprise (and awe) next to her ear never fails to make her chuckle

"You're so precious, Y/N/N," she grins, sensing the way your fingertips ghost across her skin as if they haven't touched it a million times before. "Is this what you really came here for?" She teases.

She always leaves you in a mess of both adoration and (gay) panic

Though, to be fair, you've caught her blushing pretty hard on more than one occasion 

So it restores your pride to know that she's just as affected by it as you are

Yoohyeon

Her body responds immediately, tbh

She sinks into your arms and relaxes against you, eager to feel you close

You're just so soft and warm… how could she ever turn you down?

If she's wearing a crop top and your hands come to settle across her exposed stomach, she'll blush a little and shy away

But secretly she loves it, because she can feel the subtle uptick of your heart beat

She typically holds your hands or intertwines her fingers with yours, urging you to stay as close as possible 

Don't expect to be freed anytime soon

Once you initiate a hug like that, she's basically a koala

Whines if you try to leave

But if you actually end up needing to go, she's definitely trotting after you like a puppy

If it's a serious matter that pulls you away, she'll pretty much wait on standby until you're free again and then pounce, now becoming the one giving you a back hug

But if you're only called away for something trivial, she'll wrap you in her arms, bury her face in your neck, and insist that you can complete the task with her staying just as she is

"You started this, jagi," she insists, kissing a path along your jaw. "Don't blame me."

Dami

Surprises her a little bit, and she turns slightly to see who's arms she's in

Once she realizes it's you, she relaxes 

She puts her hands over yours and holds them in place, silently telling you to stay put

She'll ask you how you're doing, and if there's anything you need or want

You usually mumble a quiet reply as you put your head on her shoulder, rubbing your cheek against the soft material of her shirt

She grins and tugs you a little closer, tightening her own grasp on you

"I've really missed you today, jagi. I'm happy to see you." She admits gently.

The domesticity of the act always warms your heart

She may not express her love for you physically all the time, but she never turns you down when you do

Because, to be honest, she enjoys your affection a lot

You're laid back and calm with her, and she definitely appreciates that 

Out of all the girls' reactions, hers is the most chill

The simple interaction expels any stress or worries that you have, and she can feel her own slipping away as well

Very very sweet and soft

You both cherish those moments

Gahyeon

The second that she feels your hands sliding around her torso, she lifts her arms a little bit to give you better access

A happy, wide smile plays on her lips as you draw her in close and press a kiss to her cheek

Nuzzles her face against yours

Stops whatever she's doing to focus on you

Puts her hands over yours and squeezes them

Whenever she's on her phone and you want attention, that's typically when you give her a back hug

And she's picked up on it

So sometimes she'll legit just pretend to scroll or do something on her phone to trick you into coming over

Teases you for being so predictable

"You know, if you want my attention that bad, all you have to do is ask."

You tickle her in retaliation, and she pouts and whines

When she turns in your arms to scold you, you're quick to soothe things over with a kiss

Her eyes stay closed as you pull away, and a smile works its way onto your face as she presses her lips together, chasing after the memory of your kiss

Once she decides to look at you again, her eyes narrow

She pokes your cheek as a silent warning before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around your neck

You pull her in by the waist and lift her up slightly, just enough to twirl her around

A few kisses later and she's back to her normal smiley self

Positions

Pairing: Handong x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut

Word Count: 2,210

Summary: When Handong asked you to show her some of the moves you learned in your latest yoga classes, she failed to think her own request through completely. 

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hello again, everyone! Hope you guys are doing well :) Drink some water, take your meds, and eat something tasty today. Let me know if you like this story! <3

P.S. ~ Sorry for not uploading sooner! I was celebrating my birthday and couldn't find the time to post.

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“Dongie,” you groaned, disappointment obvious in your tone. “I just showed you. There’s no way you already forgot.”

“Please, baby? I promise I’ll get it this time.”

Lie number one. 

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes. 

She watched closely as you bent first to the left, extending your right arm above your head, and then mirrored that motion on the other side. When you recentered yourself and bent at the waist to touch your toes, completing the last position in the combo, a childish smirk pulled at her lips. 

In the tight shorts you wore, your ass looked undeniably, certifiably fantastic. She couldn’t help but stare; her hands balled into fists at her sides, wishing to touch you. 

“Got it?” You asked, interrupting her dirty thoughts. 

“Definitely,” she nodded singularly. 

Lie number two.

Unconvinced, you crossed your arms and raised your brows, silently instructing her to demonstrate what you’d done.

When you traded positions and she began, she already had the stance wrong. Her arm soon pointed in the wrong direction, stretching completely different muscles than the position was intended to. 

A sigh slipped past your lips.

This was going to be a long process.

—

A Century Later

“You’re so close, baby,” you whined, “...just a little more for me.”

Dongie’s heavy breathing filled the living room, interrupted only by a weary groan. 

“Y/N, no more… I c-can’t.”

Her muscles strained, sorer than she ever thought possible. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin, making her effort plain to see. You’d had her in about a hundred different positions in the past hour alone, and she was spent. 

“Do you want help?”

She leaned down a little more and peered at you through her legs, unamused. 

“I want my girlfriend to stop being a sadist and let me rest.”

“Have you forgotten that you’re the one who asked for this?”

You took a few steps forward, approaching her. 

“I didn’t know they were teaching you methods of torture there!” She defended herself. “I never would’ve asked you to show me if I knew it’d be like this.”

“Yah,” you soothed, pressing up behind her. Your hips brushed against her ass as you settled your hands along the dips of her hips. “Quit complaining, will you?”

She tensed at the new sensation, not expecting it. Her trembling legs enjoyed the relief that your strong presence provided, though, so she allowed herself to ease into you. You took some of her weight, holding her. 

“Use your arms,” you instructed. “Pull your chest in close to your legs.”

“I’m gonna snap if I move, Y/N,” she quipped, grumbling. 

You shook your head, though deep down her complaining was endearing. Perhaps you had been a little too overzealous for her first session. 

“I’ll help, then,” you promised, as you moved your right hand upwards. It traveled across her back, trailing all the way up to her neck. You grasped it gently, allowing your fingers to wrap around the base of it just enough to guide her. 

As you pressed her down further into the position, bending her forward more, you used your other hand to ease her further back into your front. With a little patience and urging, her chest brushed her thighs, just as you directed. 

Her tired muscles jumped against you, high strung and aching for rest; heat radiated from her in steady waves. She was spent.

“Breathe, jagi,” you reminded. That’s the number one rule of stretching, after all. 

She blushed, both from her arousal and your oblivion. 

“How can you expect me to do that when you’re touching me like this?” She asked airily. Her ass rubbed against you a little more, searching for friction as if to further demonstrate her point.

A smirk graced your lips at that, growing in time with your ego. You rutted into her ever so slightly – teasing her.

“You’re evil,” she asserted. 

You simply bent forward a little, pushing her further into the position while simultaneously allowing her to feel your toned abdomen against her back. She whined at the feeling, pushed to her limit but in the best kind of way. 

“Alright,” you relented, standing back up once you decided she’d had enough. “We can take a break now.” Your grin was evident in the words.

Instead of uprighting herself, too, she simply fell over. She hit the carpet with a soft thud, crashing onto its cushiony surface. 

“Finally,” she practically moaned, reveling in the way that the fibers soothed her skin. They welcomed her in, bringing comfort to her overexerted body. 

You peered down at her, still smiling. Such a rookie. Aside from her constant bickering and complaining, she really had been a good sport; she saw everything out until the very end, wanting to impress you and learn some new things in the process.

With that in mind, you resolved to reward her by getting some water for her while she rested.

Her arm was thrown across her eyes as she laid on her back, dramatically splayed out as if she’d been shot. It prevented her from noticing you leave or come back, so when her chest was met with a chilly few droplets of water, she shouted.  

“AISH–”

"Oops…" you played. She peered up at you with a judgemental glare before taking it out of your hands. 

"Pabo." She tutted. 

You sat down at her side, watching her take a few long sips. Her throat bobbed gently as she swallowed, with the sweat there shining in the soft light of the room. 

A couple droplets of the water spilled past her lips, rolling down to her jaw. You reached out and wiped them away with the back of your fingers.

"Better, my love?" 

She screwed the cap back on and swallowed the last bit of the chilly liquid in her mouth, in no rush whatsoever to answer you.

"Not yet." 

You stuck your tongue in your cheek. "Why not?" 

"Because I'm wet," she complained, pouting. 

Your head shook in faux annoyance, but you scooted closer to her anyway. You brought a hand up to her chest and wiped away the water that remained there from your prank. 

"There. Problem solved," you declared. 

Wordlessly, she grabbed ahold of your hand and shook her head. She guided it downwards, slipping beneath the band of her spandex until it made contact with her soaked core. 

"This kind of wet, Y/N." 

“O-oh,” you stuttered, understanding. 

The desire in her darkening eyes should’ve been enough to tell you that much already, but sometimes you truly were oblivious. She found that both endearing and frustrating; but right now, the latter of the two was winning out.

She sat up on her elbow, keeping your hand where it was as she moved in to kiss you for the first time tonight. You leaned down, meeting her in the middle to make things easy for her. 

The entirety of the embrace was full of intimacy, from the way she urged your fingertips closer to her entrance, to the softness of her lips as they moved in time with your own. Her tongue met yours languidly, still holding onto a bit of remaining chill from her earlier sips of water. A hint of peach flavor made its way into your mouth, too, courtesy of her chapstick. 

She pulled you in closer as she laid back down on the carpet, not wanting to break the kiss for even a second. You had teased her far more than she appreciated all night, and she was ready to put an end to it. 

Her body was warm as you laid down at her side, giving into her prompting. Seeing as that you were clad only in a sports bra and shorts, she had ease of access to you; her free hand wandered, taking advantage of the opportunity it was presented with.  It easily slid beneath the band that wrapped around your ribs, coming up to cup your breast. She kneaded it, letting out a soft sigh into your mouth at the mere feeling of you; sometimes she was convinced she could get off just by touching you. 

Your fingertips dipped inside of her, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that resounded in your chest at how wet she was. Her warm walls begged you to go deeper as they pulsed around you, clenching particularly tightly when you kissed her harder. 

It brought a smile to your face to know – to feel – just how much she needed you. Such a rewarding notion.

She whimpered into the kiss when you slid them in further and pressed your palm to her clit, allowing the swollen bud to attain some much-needed relief. 

Her hand in your bra stopped its movements, and the impatient one that laid against yours in her shorts paused, too; she completely surrendered herself to you, focusing her attention on the pleasure that you were providing. 

You didn’t mind it, though; it was sweet to see her like that. Someone typically so untouchable, so above it all, completely and utterly in need. All flushed and restless, incapable of ignoring her desire; as if in heat.

She released your bottom lip from between her own after gently tugging on it, and she shifted closer in your embrace, wanting to feel you close. Every hitched breath, every writhe – she needed to feel it all. 

“I think I deserve a little reward after all of this teasing,” she noted raspily, breathless. “Don’t you?”

You nodded, admiring the blush on her cheeks. She fought to keep her eyes from shutting in an effort to continue looking at you; but she caved in when you brushed against her g-spot. You knew all the right ways to touch her.

"Name it, and it's yours." 

Her hips rocked, taking you in deeper again. 

"I want your mouth, too," she answered. "Please," she whined, placing emphasis on it. 

She knew you could never say no when she did that. 

…but that was as much of a blessing as it was a curse. If this time was like any of those in the past, she wouldn't be able to walk properly in the morning. 

That was a sacrifice she was more than willing to make, though, come to think of it. 

Feeling merciful, you wasted no time in easing out of her and stripping her of her shorts and panties. When the cool air hit her glistening center, she whined pathetically. Her legs closed out of instinct, reluctant to share her warmth with the world. 

But you placed your hands on her knees and slowly parted them, slotting yourself in between. As you leaned down to kiss her again, they wrapped around your waist, keeping you snugly in place and causing your clothed pelvis to rub against her clit when she urged you forward. The material was soft, but offered just enough roughness to provide the friction she wanted. 

You rutted a few times, meeting her impatient grinding halfway. Poorly-stifled moans slipped out of her mouth, wrapped around curses and pleas for you to go harder.  

“Be patient, jagi,” you smiled against her lips, putting a hand on her hip to slow her movements. She fought against it briefly, determined to attain relief; but you didn’t budge. “If you keep on like this, you’ll cum before you can ride my face.”

She huffed defeatedly when you pulled away from her, taking your heat and scent along with you, but when she noticed your hands tugging at the sides of your bra, every complaint in her mind faded away. She watched in silent admiration as you slipped it over your head and tossed it somewhere behind you, putting your chest on full display for her eager eyes. 

She reached out to you, and you took her hand in your own and led it to your breast, guiding her to touch you. She kneaded it harshly, almost as a punishment for you taking your sweet time. 

You moaned at the feeling and leaned down again, kissing her deeply as you slid two fingers back into her pussy. Her teeth tugged at your lower lip, nibbling on it as she struggled to breath properly between kisses; she soothed the pain away with a swipe of her warm tongue, filling your mouth with her sweet taste. 

You skimmed your lips lower, down and over the sharp curve of her jaw, kissing silent praises into her soft skin along the way. The path you blazed ignited her, bringing her to life; she trembled beneath you, feeling the weight and strain of her impending release in her muscles. She was aching for it. Something so close, so promising. Every mark you painted onto her made her wetter – each inspiring another desperate buck of her hips.

You worked her up so steadily that once you'd finally reached her thighs and peered up at her with those mischievous eyes of yours – merely looked at her – she almost came undone on the spot. 

Her shuddered breaths were reminiscent of your earlier torture lessons (as she so fondly deemed them), and so for her sake, you decided to be gracious. 

She'd waited long enough.

With one final glance up at her, you dove in, giving her her reward. 

Dreamcatcher Reaction To Having A Really Affectionate S/O

Pairing: Dreamcatcher x GN!Reader

Requested By Anon: "hii can i request dreamcatcher reacting to having a really affectionate s/o (their love language is physical touch)?"

A/N: Hello hello, my lovely readers! I'm back again with some Dreamcatcher fluff, just for you. I hope you like all of these! Don't forget to like, comment, and reblog; it keeps me motivated :)

Info: Each member has a reaction, a story snippet / oneshot, and their love languages ranked. It's loooong, so enjoy!

Jiu

Adores it. She’s mentioned before that she feels the safest when she’s in your arms, so it’s really a no-brainer that she’s happiest whenever you’re loving on her

Just as much as she loves to take care of you and the girls, she secretly loves to get taken care of, too

Especially by you

You just know all the right ways to hold her and help her relax. Your back rubs are elite, according to her. She lowkey thinks you were a professional masseuse in your past life

You’re her personal heater

And pillow

On particularly rough days, she’ll just fall into your waiting arms and let you work your magic. She vents about her stressors, gradually releasing all of the pent-up tension that she’d been unable to get rid of on her own, until her complaints eventually subside and dissolve into quiet, sulky mumbles as she teeters on the edge of sleep

When you see her so cuddly and relaxed like that, you just…*heart clutch*

Likewise, Jiu regards you with those exact same, astronomically high levels of adoration

You’re literally the most precious and pure thing in the world to her. When you peer up at her with those bright eyes of yours, so starry and full of love for her, she always ends up blushing. She wants to protect you and your cuteness from the world

“My sweet Y/N… what did I ever do to deserve you?”

Without even trying, the two of you naturally gravitate towards one another whenever you’re together. You never have to ask for her attention or affection because she gives it just as readily as you do

When you’re out in public, she never lets you stray too far from her. Both because she’ll inevitably be holding some article of clothing up to you to see if it would fit, or pointing some piece of nature out to you, or discussing what you should grab for lunch….and also because she just wants you nearby. 

Though she doesn’t mind admiring the view she gets when you walk away, too ;)

She loves to play with your hands while you cuddle, and she also loves when you put your head in her lap

She sings to you

Whenever her schedule gets busy or the girls go on tour, she leaves some of her hoodies behind for you and makes sure to spray her perfume on them. She also presets a weekly reminder in your phone to display a sweet message for you, aware that you’ll be missing her a lot. She programs it to sound off around the time you typically wake up in the mornings because she wants it to be the first thing you see. If she can’t be there with you physically, she’ll gladly do that to make up for it

Video calls whenever you’re apart. She doesn’t feel fully at ease unless she knows you’re safe and happy

Seeing you never fails to brighten her day

Overall just a total ball of sunshine who is super super soft for you 

Story Snippet

7:32 PM 

About an hour and a half had passed since your last check-in on her, and you decided it was time to peek in again. 

Quietly, so as to not disturb the rare bout of calmness that had befallen the dorm, you approached her bedroom door and turned the knob, opening it gently. A sliver of light from the hall rushed in, cutting through the relative dark. 

Her bedside lamp was still on – dimmed to the lowest setting, just like you left it before. The bottle of water on her nightstand was a little closer to being empty than you remember, and the headache pills you had set out were gone. 

Your eyes tracked over to her soft form on the bed, finding her tucked in but awake. A sleepy, exhausted smile showed on her face when she realized it was you at the door, just barely visible in the low light. Like always, though, it had a way of shining and brightening up everything around her. 

Even when she was feeling under the weather, she couldn’t help but be radiant.

“Hi, baby,” her gentle voice greeted, sounding a bit strained.

The overexertion that she'd subjected herself to over the past few days was rearing its ugly head. 

“Hi, my love.” You smiled pitifully, stepping inside. You shut the door behind yourself and approached the bed, standing at the foot of it. “How are you feeling now?”

“Drained,” she admitted. “I’m still tired; I haven’t been able to wind down.” 

You nodded. “You’ve worked hard this week, so that makes sense. Can I get you anything to help?”

“Yeah, actually.” She pepped up the slightest bit. 

“Name it and it’s yours.”

A grin pulled at her lips of the irony of that. 

“You,” she answered. “Come here, I want to hold you.”

She opened the fluffy covers and waved you in, patting the space next to her. The smile on your face widened shyly at that, but you didn’t hesitate to do as she asked. You climbed in and settled close to her, letting her arms wind around you in the special way they always do.

Her lips pressed to yours, once… twice… three times, before she regained control of herself and opted to keep things PG. It was a bit difficult, with how soft and warm you were, sliding up against her and oh so tempting, but her better judgment managed to prevail in the end.

“I’ve been worried about you today,” you confessed, the words slightly mumbled as your cheek pressed to her chest, “...and I’ve missed you.” 

You pouted, and she could feel it. Though she couldn’t see it, she knew it looked adorable.

“I’ve missed you, too, baby,” she chuckled quietly, easing your worries a little in the process. “The bed feels so empty without you in it… I think that’s why I haven't been able to rest very well.”

You melted at her words, feeling so loved. How did she always manage to do that so easily?

“You mean it?”

She nodded, running one of her hands down your back as she scooted a little closer to you. “Absolutely, I do. So you’re not allowed to leave, okay? No slipping away.”

“Okay. I promise,” you assured her. 

You smiled when she released a sigh and relaxed into you, letting herself succumb to the exhaustion she felt. She knew you’d keep an eye on her – that she was safe and cared for – and that seemed to be the missing puzzle piece for her.

After just a couple of minutes of being in your presence, she was finally able to fully wind down; you felt it in the way that her breathing evened out and the tension in her muscles dissipated. 

The throbbing of her head mellowed, no longer unbearable. You were comfortable and easy to melt into, serving as the perfect distraction from the pain. With every gentle kiss you pressed to her skin and every pass your fingers made through her hair, she took another step towards the edge of sleep. 

A little later, as you went to ask her if the pills had helped any, you were halted by the sound of her soft snores. They filled the air of the bedroom around you, making it impossible to hide your grin. 

So precious.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Physical Touch

2.) Quality Time

3.) Acts of Service

4.) Words of Affirmation

5.) Gifts

Honestly she's pretty much the human embodiment of all five of them put together. She will quite literally do anything to make you happy. Always, always, always watching out for you. 

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Sua

LOVES IT, ARE YOU KIDDING??

She never gets tired of your touch, and she really enjoys being with someone as clingy as she is

When you both get excited about something, it gets so loud and wild

High pitched laughing, yelling, jumping around, squealing… the whole nine yards

On the rare occasion that she’s busy doing something and not actively seeking affection or already clinging to you, you’ll initiate things. It goes straight to her head and she doesn’t shut up about it for the rest of the day. Gloats and brags about how cute and cuddly you are for her

But it also tends to make her blushy and flustered, and you're the only person capable of doing that.

She says you’re the only one who really understands her and her ways of showing love

Although she hides it well, sometimes she’s afraid that she does too much and annoys other people with her affection. But you’re always there to reassure her of the opposite (because you’re just like her)

Squishes your cheeks a lot and gushes about how cute you are

She protects you and your cuteness with her life. 

If anyone ever brushes you off or rejects your affection, she'll sweep you up in her arms and hold you close while yelling at them for it

Sometimes she'll literally just lay on you. She's a firm believer that being "too close" is simply impossible

Plays with your hair when you're cuddling 

When you’re walking together she usually slips a hand into your back pocket and keeps it there because she loves your ass so much

She loves it when you show affection in public, whether that’s by holding her close, pressing sweet kisses to her lips, holding hands, etc. Knowing that you’re proud of your love for her and you aren’t afraid to own it or show it makes her happy

She also really enjoys it when you show her off

Play fighting is basically a daily occurrence for you. She chooses violence at least once a day

Despite the fact that she can be super aggressive and loud with her affection, she’s also equally as soft for you

Like when you’re all snuggled up in bed and waiting on her, she’ll just admire you from the doorway and smile to herself

Morning cuddles are a must for her. She never wants to get up when you’re at her side because you’re just so soft and warm and holding you is so comforting

She loves the way the two of you fit together

You’re her assistant chef whenever she cooks for everyone. She trusts you to try all of her creations and help her fix everything

That also definitely includes back hugs and a few kiss breaks because the sight of you in an apron drives her a little crazy

“Can you be on my menu tonight?” *wiggles eyebrows*

You’ve always made her feel safe, and she’s never afraid to be herself around you. You appreciate and accept all of her – every insecurity and perfect imperfection included

Story Snippet

The day’s taping of Show Champion was coming to an end as you snuck your way into the girls’ dressing room, aided by one of the backstage workers that was privy to your plans. She helped you hide within one of the closets and wished you luck before leaving just as inconspicuously as she had arrived.

-

10 Minutes Later

You nearly cracked your head on the back wall when the seven of them burst into the room, loudly conversing and joking with one another. The stems of the flowers in your hand squeaked together quietly, almost as a silent plea for release as you unconsciously tightened your hold on them.

From what sliver of the room you could see through the doors, all of the girls still had wide smiles on their faces. They were exhausted, sure, but happy and content with how the evening was going. 

Well, all but one.

Garbled bits and pieces of their conversations made their way over to you as you watched Sua sit down at one of the mirrored stations, putting some distance between herself and the other girls. She took out her phone and began scrolling soon after, most likely as a means of distraction.

Your heart ached a little at the sight. You knew she was feeling down – the girls had told you as much, through texts – but seeing it happen right in front of you made it all the more real.

For the past week and a half, your busy schedules had combined to form the most awful amalgamation of missed opportunities; anytime one of you happened to be free, even for a short while, the other was booked for some important task that was incapable of being canceled or otherwise wormed out of. 

All of the girls had missed you, but Sua was the one most affected by your absence – and everyone knew it. 

Her spirits had been low, and her normal vibrancy was diminished; it was strange, frankly – a little dystopian – for her to be so unlike herself. The girls depended on her chaotic energy to keep things running smoothly; their dynamic was simply thrown off without it. 

But Sua couldn’t even find it in herself to bother entertaining their banter, let alone join in. She didn’t have it in her to keep up with them today. 

Although the sight of her so dejected was upsetting, it made a small smile show on your lips; you would be able to cheer her up in no time, and the 180 that she would undergo would undoubtedly make all of the waiting she’d done be worth it. 

You counted down silently, wanting to time your entrance perfectly.

3…2…1-

Just as your free hand went to push the door open and kick off your big reveal, your cell phone began to ring in your pocket. 

You faltered, fumbling quickly to retrieve it. Sua’s contact image shined brightly, cutting through the dark around you. 

The outside world went silent – everyone quickly hushing up at the sudden noise.

You shut your eyes in defeat, sliding up on the green button, while simultaneously opening the door with your foot. 

“Surprise.” You said into the phone, locking eyes with her from across the room. 

Silence prevailed… one beat, two…. Until the earlier chaos returned with even more spirit than before. 

Shouts of your name rang out from the girls, staccato and shocked as they attempted to figure out how you had managed to get there. Sua, on the other hand, didn’t bother with that; she ran up to you, her face lighting up like an eager child’s as you emerged from the closet and turned your phone off. You slipped the device into your pocket and extended the flowers to her.

“Hi, baby,” you grinned, “I finally convinced my boss to let me have a day off, and now I’m he—”

She cut you off at once, wrapping her arms around you at the speed of light and pulling you into the tightest hug you’d ever experienced. What remained of your explanation fizzled out in an instant, knocked from your lungs right along with all the air you had left. 

The bouquet fell from your hands when she picked you up and wiggled you around in the air. Your shoes slightly brushed the ground between sways, and you groaned.

“Can’t…breathe…” You struggled out, constricted as she squeezed the life out of you.

Her arms only further tightened around you in response, full of days and days worth of pent up affection with no other place to go.

“Unnie, let go!” Dami scolded, coming up to slap her shoulder. “Y/N/N isn't going anywhere.”

Mere seconds before you went fully limp in her arms, your assailant – AKA the love of your life – put you back down on your feet and took a small step back to look at you. 

Glorious, glorious air returned to your lungs in a rush, and you heaved for a brief moment or two. Once your vision returned and the floating spots that had been clouding it retreated, you blinked a few times and turned your attention to Sua. 

A cute pout rested on her lips. “I’m sorry, jagi,” she muttered, the words partially aegyo-fied, but the glint in her eye told you that she wasn’t all that sorry at all. “I’ve just missed you so much.”

Wordlessly, you pulled her in close and hugged her again. She could feel the happy upturn of your lips against her neck as you buried your face there, just as relieved as she was to be reunited. 

“I’ve missed you, too.” You whispered to her, pressing a kiss to her pulsepoint, and then her jaw, and finally her cheek. 

She blushed wildly, growing increasingly more red by the second; the girls noticed, and their exaggerated coos and whoops soon filled the dressing room. When she turned to glare at them, hoping to scare them into silence, she quickly discovered that her typical method of intimidation wasn’t going to work in bringing their teasing to an end this time.

In the name of retribution, she delivered a retaliatory shove to your shoulder instead.

“Yah! We’re finally back together and you have to go embarrassing me right off the bat?” She scolded, voice shrill. “Pabo–”

You placed your lips against hers swiftly, kissing away her anger before it could accrue anymore firepower. Your arms wrapped around her waist, tugging her flush against the front of your body. 

She still attempted to mumble an annoyed protest against your lips, but when you grinned and pinched her side, she gave in and melted into your embrace, scoffing quietly. 

…

Dami grimaced as she stood in front of the girls, witnessing you kiss again. Sua shamelessly pushed you up against the closet, acting as though they all weren’t a matter of steps away from the both of you.

The bouquet rested in Dami’s hands, courtesy of her earlier retrieval of it from the floor. 

“Should I…”

“Just leave it,” Yoohyeon answered abruptly, sharing a similar expression. 

Dami nodded and placed it down on the couch before they all backed away and made a bee-line out of the dressing room, pretending to gag.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Physical Touch

2.) Acts of Service

3.) Quality Time

4.) Words of Affirmation

5.) Gifts

Obviously, she’s first and foremost the best at demonstrating her love physically. Like the universal master of it. But aside from that, her strong suit is taking care of you. It comes naturally, and she can almost always be found doing something to make life that much easier on you. Cooking your favorite dishes when you’re hungry, nursing you back to health when you’re sick, being your shoulder to cry on, pulling your hair up when your hands are occupied, etc. 

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥

Siyeon

Couldn’t be happier. She absolutely loooooves being close to you

She could cuddle you for hours on end

Maybe even forever 

She rubs your back when she's holding you, tracing mindless patterns against your skin. Having you close is so special to her

Sings to you, sometimes coming up with new material on the fly. You’re her muse, after all, so it’s easy with you around

When things get too hectic and hard for her to deal with, you’re always by her side in a heartbeat

You can read her like a book, and she’s so grateful for that

She thanks her lucky stars on the daily for the fact that she found you in this great big world

When you seek comfort from her and retreat into the safety of her arms, she gets so protective of you. You could simply be evading the wind on a chilly day and she’ll lowkey yell at it to leave you alone while she holds you against her. 

She bought you matching rings for your anniversary one year, and when she zones out she always has a habit of toying with yours and playing with your fingers. 

Sometimes you all even zone out together (#CoupleGoals)

She pinches your elbow and the back of your hands a lot

When you go full koala mode and just latch onto her and refuse to let go, she gets so happy. It makes her slow down and just revel in the simplicity of your touch, appreciating every second she gets to spend with you (because your schedules don’t always align, and sometimes it can be difficult to have free time like that)

You’re basically her stress reliever. When you’re holding her, nothing else matters

And once you start cuddling, don’t expect her to let you get away without a fight. If you say you want a snack, she’s not afraid to pick you up and carry you into the kitchen just so she can be with you that much longer

“Baby, I’m not gonna drop you. I promise. Have some faith in your wolfie.”

Like Sua, she enjoys PDA. Not anything extreme, of course, but she likes it when you let people know that she’s yours and you’re hers. It helps prevent her from getting jealous (which happens sometimes, but a kiss from you usually solves that)

She’s seriously down bad for you and whipped in a major way. A single touch is powerful enough to make her weak in the knees

Our wolfie is totally *heart eyes* for you

Story Snippet

Siyeon's legs intertwined with yours as you laid down on top of her, pressing her into the couch. She tugged you in, urging you ever-closer as her warm hands settled against your hips. Her thumbs rubbed circles there, soft through the material of your shirt.

The musky scent of her perfume wafted into the air with her movements; it comforted you, putting you even more at ease. Your brain had long ago associated and equated that smell with home.

She smiled brightly, peering up at you with her dark eyes as she giggled at some random joke you had just made. You always knew just what to say to make her laugh. 

"You're so beautiful, jagi," you praised, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. 

"You think so?" She played, batting her lashes.

"More than you'll ever know. I'm the luckiest person alive," you mused.

The blush on her cheeks spread, becoming more prominent as it flitted its way across the bridge of her nose. She turned her head slightly to the side, briefly glancing away; she felt small beneath your gaze. You always looked at her like she was the most valuable thing in the universe; it made her shy.

"You're such a smooth talker," she groaned. 

You chuckled and leaned down, kissing her cheek. Your lips trailed over to hers, ghosting softly across her flawless skin as they pressed a few stray kisses here and there along the way. 

Her eyes fluttered shut the moment your lips met, fitting together as if they were created for that sole purpose. The vanilla balm smoothed across hers was partially smudged and wiped off – a result of the earlier kisses you couldn’t refrain from stealing, when the two of you had first lost interest in the movie you were watching. Its flavor remained, though, just as enticing as always. 

Inconspicuously slipped beneath your shirt, her fingers curled slightly along the small of your back – where her hands had now come to settle. She drew you closer, comforted by the way you felt against her. Your subsequent hum of gratitude made her melt.

The pad of your thumb made a pass over her cheek, rubbing it gently as you deepened the kiss. It stole her breath away, but she used what little she had left to gasp lightly into your mouth. 

You smiled, unable to help yourself. 

Stomp, stomp, stomp

Heavy, authoritarian footfalls resounded in the hallway outside of the dorm's door, gaining your attention. You curiously raised your head, and Siyeon lifted her chin to peek back at it.

A mere second later, Sua came blasting in. 

"Yah! Y/N L/N!"

Shit.

"Yoohyeon told me everything," she said, striding into the middle of the room. Yoohyeon trailed after, staying at a distance as she shut the door behind herself. She was wincing, appearing to heavily regret her earlier slip up.

You raised up, pushing yourself off of Siyeon and up onto your knees. She propped herself up on an elbow, clearly intrigued and confused.

"How could you take my hoodie without telling me?" Sua shrieked, approaching you with her hands out. They gripped your collar, shaking with purpose. 

"A-ah," you laughed nervously, dryly, "I was going to ask first, but I was running late this morning and had to just throw something on. My things were in the wash." 

"What if something stained it? You know how much I love it." 

"I would've bought you another," you promised, voice slightly strained as she tightened her grip, thus preventing you from breathing normally.

"You can't just 'buy another'! That line is discontinued now!" 

"Nothing happened, though–" you sputtered. "You're worrying for nothing; I already put it back.”

Disbelief gleamed in Sua’s eyes, and when Siyeon caught a glimpse of it she sat up at once. 

She knew then that your demise was imminent.

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!” Sua bellowed, yanking you around. As she prepared to shove you backwards onto the couch and pounce, Siyeon selflessly put herself in front of you. She held her arms out, blocking you from all of the unnie’s methods of attack.

“Save yourself, Y/N! I’ll hold her off!”

“No…” you said, voice dropping dramatically as your head vehemently swayed left to right.

Amidst a slew of shoves and jabs from Sua, she nodded sadly, remaining strong. “Just go,” she begged. 

Her soft cheek nuzzled against your palm as you reached forward to briefly cup it, sharing one final embrace. 

“Remember me.”

“Always,” you whispered, holding back a grin at how dramatic the two of you were being. 

Following a subtle signal from her, you stumbled off of the coach as she turned and tackled Sua away from you, landing on the opposite end of it. Your sock clad feet slipped and slid on the wood flooring, providing you no sense of control as you scrambled to escape with your life. 

When you careened into the hallway wall, you shot a look over your shoulder; it was a horrific mistake, however, as it only awarded you the image of Sua slapping her elbow and jumping into the air before landing on Siyeon with it. A loud groan resounded around the living room, followed by Yoohyeon’s fading plea of “Unnie, no!” as you snapped your head forward again and set your sights on Jiu’s door at the end of the hall. 

Your legs gave out from how quickly you attempted to kick off again, sending you to the floor. 

Sua chuckled from somewhere behind you, far enough away to not pose an immediate threat, but still far too close for comfort. You pushed yourself off of the ground and sped off again, using the walls to propel yourself forward even faster. 

The knob of Jiu’s door slid into your hand and twisted smoothly, pulling a sigh of relief from you – thank God it wasn’t locked. Without wasting time on knocking, you blasted in and slammed it behind yourself, void of any and all grace whatsoever. 

You heaved, pressing your back to it and reaching down to lock it just as Sua’s frame collided with its other side. She had nearly gotten you – you’d made it just in the nick of time.

Jiu perked up on her bed, eyebrows raised and eyes open wide. The glow of her phone screen cast across her face and chest.

“Sua.” You explained, without having to elaborate. Her name alone validated your behavior a million times over.

The shock on Jiu’s face dissipated at once, turning to understanding. 

“Sua,” she repeated, nodding.

Her “Receiving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Quality Time

2.) Physical Touch 

3.) Words of Affirmation 

4.) Acts of Service

5.) Gifts

Our big bad wolfie might have a good poker face sometimes, but we all know she isn’t all that big or bad. She’s definitely a softie at heart and loves to hear every sweet thing you have to tell her when you’re spending time together.

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥

Handong

Very soft about it

She adores the attention you give her, and she always enjoys having you by her side. It makes her feel important and highkey boosts her ego

Also, having you nearby makes it easy for the two of you to be (playfully) judgy together and whisper jokes without other people interfering or overhearing

Aside from that, you genuinely comfort her in a lot of ways, and when you're apart she always finds herself missing you 

“You know, now I get homesick twice as much, Y/N. Half for my country, and half for you.”

Sometimes she teases you, cheekily saying that you just can't keep your hands off of her

But tbh she can’t keep her hands off you either

She’s a fan of more subtle touches, like a simple hand on the thigh beneath the table or an arm around the waist

Honestly though she also loves it when you surprise her with a spontaneous kiss (on the cheek or lips), or hug her and spin her around. It makes her blush like a madwoman, but she enjoys it – despite the playful nagging she does afterwards

You're one of the only people who can make her blush, and when you really get her good she’s out of commission for a couple minutes, unable to piece together any witty comebacks in her love-dazed mind

Once she’s regained her bearings, though, she amps up her charm in retaliation, aware that her flirting is basically your kryptonite 

And it works. Practically 100% of the time. 

Her bold confidence gets you just as flustered as she had been, and you typically end up hiding your face in her neck or shoving her shoulder and running away.

Enjoys PDA in the form of cuddling and kissing. Nothing too wild, but she definitely wants it to happen when you go out together. She wants people to know that you’re hers, and vice versa

Hand holding is the usual go to, or linking your arms together. Kisses, too, depending on the mood and vibe of wherever you are

You jokingly touch her muscles and brag about how strong she is, especially when she gets back from a workout

She's fond of the praise, and though she wouldn’t admit it without a fight, it makes her work a little harder to keep up her physique. Staying fit is already important to her, but the fact that you enjoy her body so much is just added encouragement. She also likes to feel powerful and like she can protect you, so it’s truly a win-win

(Though she knows you’d love her no matter what she looked like, muscles or no muscles)

She puts her head in your lap a lot as a silent way of asking you to play with her hair. It relaxes her, and she usually falls asleep in the process

When she’s feeling clingy herself, you’re the first person she goes to. You’re the only one capable of melting this ice princess

Story Snippet

(I don’t know the actual layout of the mall, so excuse any errors)

Starfield Mall – Seoul, SK

Forever Yours.

Handong peered into a glass display case, rereading the words over and over to herself. Two ruby pendants hung side by side on a rack, magnetically joined together in the middle to spell out the words. 

Only when they were connected did the short message come together. 

A sentimental smile made its way to her face the longer she looked at it. It would be the perfect gift for you, she decided, as she snuck a glance at you from across the store. You were occupied in the ring section, browsing through the different rows of them. The wondrous expression on your face warmed her heart.

"Sir," she called to a nearby worker quietly, so as to avoid drawing your attention. "I'd like to buy these." She motioned down to them.

He nodded and grabbed the key for the case before making his way over. 

-

Childish, bubbly laughter carried over to your ears as you exited the store and entered the mall’s spacious third floor, where numerous kids chased one another around. Beanies rested atop many of their heads, and the fuzzy sweaters they wore engulfed their tiny frames in such an endearing way that you couldn’t help but smile. 

Holiday lights gleamed all around you, strung up and wound around decorative tinsel on the storefronts and windows. They shimmered, some set on timers to flicker every now and then.

A gentle smile played on Handong’s lips when she felt the careful tug you applied to the end of her sleeve, silently asking for her hand. 

She wordlessly shifted her shopping bags into her other one in order to free it up for you to hold. 

Her fingers interlaced with your own immediately, assuming their rightful position for the millionth time today. She gently stroked the back of your hand with her thumb, allowing it to make a few gentle passes over your smooth skin.

Something about the way your hands fit together, so snug and perfectly balanced, made her truly believe they were created just for one another. No one else's – not a single one of the other billions in existence out there – could've ever compared to yours. 

She was sure of it.

“Where should we go now?” You asked, still letting your eyes wander across the expanse of holiday decorations. 

The steps you took together were relaxed, void of any rushing.

Handong pondered for a moment, racking her mind for a place nearby that would award you some much-needed privacy and quiet.

"How about that place downtown we've been wanting to try?" She suggested. "You know, close to the square?" 

“Oh," you gasped lightly, remembering the quaint little restaurant that she was referring to. "That'll be perfect, jagi." 

"I'm glad you agree," she quipped, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple. Your smile deepened, and when she pulled away you watched her fondly. 

What glimmers of love showed on her face were soon eclipsed by something else entirely, though. 

Mischief, you realized, a mere second too late. 

The apples of her cheeks became prominent as her lips tugged up into a pretty smile. The kind that’s soft enough to turn you to putty, yet striking enough to light a fire in your heart. Your kryptonite – a fact she used to her advantage. 

"Race you to the car!" She shrieked, already speeding off. 

You didn’t even have ample time to pick up your stumbling heart, or to catch your breath. 

"Dongie–"

Her bags jostled in her hands, swaying with every thundering step she took. The tread of her shoes against the linoleum echoed out, broken by a squeak when she made a turn up ahead.

You pursued her at once, bobbing and weaving through numerous people – some bewildered, others cheering you on. 

Her hair whipped around as she ran, flowing in the breeze with an elegance you would never understand. 

"Last one there has to pay for dinner!" She teased, glancing over her shoulder at you.

"You're going down!" You fired back, finally gaining on her. 

“In your dreams!”

—-

Harvest House - Bar & Grille

“Stop sulking,” you playfully chided from across the table, not even looking up from your menu. It wasn't necessary, after all.

You could practically feel her pouting.

Handong rolled her eyes and sighed, fighting the smile that tried to work its way onto her face at the fact that you knew her so well. 

She picked up her own menu and began to peruse it, comforted in a strange way by the gentle clanking of silverware and dishes that flowed throughout the restaurant. Much like your own, clusters of conversation hummed – little pockets of stories and adventures, softly recounted so as to not disrupt the others around them. 

Your eyes eventually wandered back to her, simply unable to stay away for too long. They peered at her curiously, watching with adoration as she concentrated on choosing the perfect meal. 

She felt you staring, and yet she stubbornly refused to look at you. It was her way of continuing to pout, and you knew it all too well. 

“Dongie…”

“Hmm?” She hummed, not budging. 

“Jagi…”

“Yes?” Her brow raised, and her head tilted up slightly. Not enough for her gaze to meet your own, though. 

“I love you.”

There it was. That phrase that she could never not react to. 

Your heart warmed as you witnessed an embarrassed tint of blush appear on her face, and the achingly sweet way her features softened as your words sunk in. 

“I love you, too,” she murmured, finally peering over the top of her menu at you. 

You smiled and placed a finger at the top of it, carefully tipping it down towards the table so you could see her better. 

Outside lights fought one another for the chance to shine on her through the large front window that the two of you were seated beside. Every color of the rainbow gleamed, emitted from star-shaped bulbs strung up across the square. 

In your peripheral, you could see the town's recently-placed Christmas tree standing tall on the other side of the street. People were taking pictures in front of it; some were large families, complete with a teen or two angstily brooding as they squeezed into the frame, and others were paired up or alone. 

You turned your head briefly, glancing at them.

Their interactions were so adorably human that it brought you comfort. The patient way they waited in line for their turn in front of the tree was endearing – reminiscent of childhood as they peered up at its lights, growing excited at the sight. Parents readjusted their children's beanies and mittens, ensuring that they were well protected from the cold. 

It was like a movie playing out right in front of you, reminding you of the true magic of the season. That's what it's all about. 

Handong must've noticed the dreamy expression on your face, because her next words took you by surprise, making you blush. 

"You're so beautiful it hurts, Y/N."

Your eyes widened in time with the upturn of your lips, and you shyly dipped your head down, avoiding her gaze. 

She reached out for your hand across the table, taking it into her own with ease. 

"Can I kiss you?" 

A question once asked with trembling lips, during the youth of your relationship, now spoken with a sweet confidence and nonchalance that made you fall for her all over again. 

It was a redundant question at best, when you so clearly would permit her to do anything she pleased. But, even still, it sent butterflies to your stomach. 

You nodded, leaning forward enough to meet her halfway. She did the same without missing a beat, and before you knew it her lips were on yours. 

Both of her hands came up to cup your cheeks, and she felt you grin at the change. 

She didn't understand why, in that moment, but she would soon.

Inconspicuously, you retrieved something from your pocket.

As you kissed her again, making it count in the name of keeping her distracted, she felt something being wrapped and fastened around her left wrist. It was small and thin, lightweight against her skin. 

Her brows furrowed lightly.

You pulled back after a moment with a knowing, anticipatory look on your face. The way it lit your features up made Handong’s heart skip a beat. 

Curious, she peered down to catch a glimpse of what it was. 

Polaris. A sterling silver, beautiful little bracelet with Polaris shimmering in the center. 

"Turn it over," you instructed, still grinning. 

She did as you said and found a personalized message engraved into the material. 

"Everlasting Love", it read, written in Chinese characters. 

Her lips parted in shock. "When did you…"

"A few days ago, when you went out with Gahyeon. She offered to help keep you distracted so you wouldn't find out."

"Y/N…" she sighed blissfully, shaking her head in disbelief. "How do you keep getting even more perfect?" 

You smiled again, rolling your eyes. 

"Shush," you tutted. "I'm just glad you like it." 

"Jagi, I don't like it. I love it. This means the world to me; especially coming from you. Thank you." 

She leaned forward to kiss you again, but this time her lips pressed to your cheek instead. She felt the heat there, exposing your shyness at her praise.

So precious.

Her own gift for you was practically burning a hole in the pocket of her coat by now, and she decided at once that it was time for you to receive it.

As she sat back and reached towards where the material hung across the back of her chair, you simply watched her with sweet curiosity.

You weren't expecting anything in return for the present. 

You were clueless to her plan, and yet, that made it all the more special. 

As she retrieved the box and held it out between you, finally opening it, you gasped quietly. A small treasure, discovered at last.

Her side of it peeked from beneath the cover of her shirt, daring to shimmer. 

She carefully took it out of the box and held it up, watching it catch the lights around you.

"Now we'll always have a piece of each other, no matter where we are," she mused, linking it with her side.

As it clicked into place, her eyes met your own.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Gifts

2.) Physical Touch

3.) Quality Time

4.) Acts of Service

5.) Words of Affirmation

She spoils you every time the opportunity presents itself. CEO of Rich GF™ vibes. According to her, you deserve every single good thing that the world has to offer; so it’s really a no-brainer to her that you should be able to find something new wrapped up and waiting to be opened when you visit her. Anytime you mention needing or wanting something – even just offhandedly – she makes sure that it eventually ends up being yours. 

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥

Yoohyeon

She loves it. There’s absolutely no doubt about it

We see how she is during interviews (always holding onto the members in some way and wanting to be near one of them), and that trait is no different when it comes to you

She always wants to be connected in some way, whether that's holding hands, linking pinkies or arms when you're walking together, piggyback rides, back hugs, etc.

Honestly she’s just as affectionate as you

She hates being away from you. She lives for your touches and kisses

And just your presence in general, really. She’s totally whipped for you

Being held by you always comforts her

And anytime you kiss her forehead or cheek? *earth-shattering squeal*

Hides her face in the crook of your neck when she gets shy

Despite her tendency to get embarrassed, she never turns down PDA from you. She enjoys the sentiment behind you letting everyone know that she’s yours (as if they had any doubts, with the way she was practically tethered to you at all times)

She sneaks into your bed when she can’t sleep

If that’s not an option, she’ll call you on the phone to hear your voice (and she ends up falling asleep with you still on the other end like 99% of the time)

“No, baby, I’m still awake." 

{...} 

*snoring*

You're her partner in crime. The girls lowkey tease you for it and say you're joined at the hip

Whenever Sua ends up chasing her around she always runs to you, seeking safety in your arms. You take your duties as a human shield very serious

Sometimes you team up with her enemy, though, and the three of you end up fighting and wrestling like a bunch of five year olds. She acts betrayed, but once a truce is called she’s in your arms again in less than a second

Tours are honestly difficult for both of you, for a multitude of reasons. But in particular, Yoohyeon gets grumpy when she goes an extended amount of time without proper cuddling from you. The members offer themselves up to fill in and keep WWIII from breaking out, but she swears up and down that they simply can’t compare

So, anytime you’re reunited after time apart, expect to be tackled to the ground or go careening into the nearest piece of furniture as she clumsily flings herself at you

She loves lazy days with you. Laying around and just relaxing together is one of her favorite pastimes

She usually acts childish and whines whenever you pull away, even if it’s just to go to the restroom or something

Anytime she decides to start gaming, you wait on standby…

…and when she eventually loses a match, you're there to hug her and make it all better

She swears up and down that you're her good luck charm. So most of the time you end up sitting at her side and watching as she plays

You’re her number one fan

And she’s yours, always and forever

Story Snippet

DC Dorm – 11:49 PM

A brochure suddenly smacked against your face, opened to a glossy middle page as Yoohyeon's body collapsed onto yours in a heap. 

She had run from her bed to the living room, unable to keep her recent discovery to herself. 

"Can I help you?" You asked sarcastically, cradling your sore nose. 

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and apologized for her clumsiness at once. 

After you forgave her, she flipped back to the announcement she'd seen in the booklet. 

It read:

"Thundering Heights Amusement Park – Grand Opening: July 7th"

An address was listed at the bottom of the page, and you realized it was just outside of the city. Maybe a twenty minute drive or so at most.

"Will you go with me?" She asked, hope shining in her dark eyes. They almost twinkled, like a kid's on Christmas. "It looks like so much fun."

You pretended to debate for a moment, enjoying the tease. She tugged at your shirt, pouting as you made her wait. 

"Sure, jagi. I'd love to–”

She tackled you down onto the loveseat and peppered hundreds of kisses across your face, her hands cupping your cheeks to keep you in place for her onslaught.

"Thank…" kiss, "you," kiss kiss, "baby." Kiss kiss kiss.

You giggled and squirmed a little beneath her, taking the affection as it came. 

—----

Opening Day

As usual, she was right. 

The day was off to a great start by all accounts, and you were convinced you had never smiled as much in your entire life as you had that morning. 

The sun was out, providing plenty of pretty views for you to admire together as you walked your way through the park. It livened up everything that it touched – made the trees’ green leaves a little more vibrant, the flowers a little brighter. The warmth of it wrapped around you like a hug, settling into the fibers of your clothes and staying put.

An occasional breeze blew in, mild yet so necessary as it balanced out that heat. It lifted the ends of Yoohyeon's hair, caressing them gently as she took in all of the sights around her. You walked beside her in tandem, simply admiring her. Admittedly, nothing else managed to capture your attention in the way that she did.

She caught you staring on more than one occasion and shyly scolded you each and every time, but you simply couldn’t help yourself. If there was one thing you’re sure of in life, it’s that she was created to be adored. Plain and simple. 

-

Later

“Let’s go again!” She bellowed, jumping around on her sneaker-clad feet. Adrenaline coursed through her, making her jittery from residual excitement.

Much the opposite, you were bent over the nearest railing, just outside of the exit for the ride. Your stomach churned, deciding on whether or not it wanted to upturn itself. 

“I can’t,” you groaned, holding your head. “I need something to drink first. And an hour long break.”

She tsked at you disappointedly, but appeared at your side a few seconds later nonetheless. Her hand rubbed the small of your back in soothing circles, easing you through your queasy-ness. 

Once it subsided, you uprighted yourself and looked at her. Something behind you caught her eye, and when she met your gaze again a small smile tugged at her lips. 

“I know just the thing to make you feel better.” She booped your nose lovingly, reaching down to grab your hand and tug you along for the millionth time today. 

-

15 Minutes Later

A sunhat rested atop your head, its brim droopy to block out the now-harsh rays that the Sun had to offer. The strap beneath your chin was pulled tight to ensure it didn’t fall off or blow away. You felt like you looked ridiculous, but she had insisted that you wear it. 

…so you did. 

You held a mini handheld fan up in front of your face, listening to the quiet brrr of its motor as it worked hard to cool you down. 

Yoohyeon stood in front of a slushy stand in the middle of the park’s food court, where she had just ordered and paid for your drinks. Two workers were inside, doing their best to keep things running smoothly. 

After another minute or so, one of them handed the refreshments over to her, smiling kindly and thanking her once more. She reciprocated and left, quickly returning to your side.

“Here you go,” she chirped, handing over your favorite flavor. “They’re nice and cold.”

“Phew,” you sighed, relieved. “I was worried they might’ve gotten hot on the way over. You know, since they’re made of ice.”

She smacked your shoulder in retaliation to your sarcasm. 

“Yah! Don’t act like I won’t eat yours, too.” She pointed a finger at you, jabbing you in the chest a couple times to solidify her point. 

“Ouch, tough crowd,” you feigned hurt, putting a hand atop the impact zones and rubbing the ache away. 

Though she fought hard, she couldn’t entirely conceal the grin on her face. So instead she busied her lips with her straw, drawing it between them to take a long sip.

You mirrored her actions, appreciating the fact that she knew and remembered your favorite order. It made you fall for her a little more, though you didn’t see how that was humanly possible.

Content and now more energized, the two of you fell in step again. Yoohyeon began to discuss the next section of rides for you to conquer, and what the quickest route to get there was. She babbled rapidly – far too fast for you to keep up – so you opted to just smile and nod, still sipping on your drink. 

You both knew you’d follow her wherever she went and do whatever she asked of you regardlessly, and you were aware that her ranting kept her happy. 

So you threw in the occasional “Oh, really?” and “No way!” to keep her going. It worked; eagerly, she continued.

The happy moment was soon cut short, however, as life suddenly took on a cinematic, almost slow-motion haze right before your very eyes. 

Yoohyeon turned to look over at you, meaning to tell you that the trolley was your best bet at making it across the park in a timely manner, when you both rounded an ill-fated corner. 

A welcome sign was propped in front of a shop's side door, directly in her path. 

Before you had ample time to react and stop her, she ran into it, tripping and being sent through the air before subsequently landing on top of the now-toppled sign with a harsh clack. The puppy-ear headband she had on jolted, its two brightly colored springs bouncing in opposite directions after colliding with one another. Her cup fell from her hand, too, getting crushed in the process.

You winced, tensing up instinctively. Oh no. She'd surely die of embarrassment. You could see the beginning stages of it unfolding as she hid her face, already blushing profusely. 

So, thinking on your feet, you knew you had to act fast to prevent her demise. If you could stand in the way of her arrival at an early grave, you planned to do it. One rule that you live by played in your head: you're in it together. Where she goes, you go. 

Including the ground, apparently.

Without hesitation, you rocketed yourself forward, tripping yourself over your own foot and sending yourself crashing to the pavement that waited below. 

The slushie in your hand exploded upon impact, erupting into a fruity blitz that shot off in a hundred different directions. Some got on you as well, immediately trying its hand at staining the fabric of your shirt. Your fan dinked off the ground, too, getting scuffed up as its motor came to a sputtering stop.

Your hat jostled, no longer sitting in its proper place.

"Oww!" You shouted, both a little over-dramatic and real. Though the cause itself may have been intentional, the fall definitely didn't get the memo. The front of your body ached, having absorbed the shock first and taken the brunt of the damage. 

"Who puts a sign in a place like that?!" You lamented.

You rolled over, squinting as the blazing sun shined down on you. You squirmed a little, still suffering from having the wind knocked out of you.

Yoohyeon groaned and pushed herself up into a sitting position at your side. She peered over at you, concerned, but your antics told her that you would be okay. After all, if you had hurt yourself too badly you wouldn't have been able to yell like that.

But making such a spectacle of yourself had clearly worked, because the people passing by all looked at you, rather than her. Their attention was successfully drawn away, and you smiled. At least the pain wasn't for nothing. 

"Are you alright, jagi?" You asked her, turning your head to gaze up at her. 

She scooted forward and put a hand up, shielding your eyes from the Sun in lieu of your hat. The shadow she created held the light at bay, allowing you to stop squinting. 

"My ego's dead, but other than that, yes." 

“Good.” You said, relieved. “Wait– not good about the ego thing! I- You know what I mean.”

She chuckled at that, though the sound eventually morphed into a soft grunt of pain. Happy pain, though. The kind that you feel later on down the road and recall the memories of. 

“And you?” She asked. “Is my knight in shining armor going to live?”

You nodded, winking at her. “I think I’ll pull through.”

“Good,” she reused your word. “Because if we’re gonna make it through the rest of the park today, we need to get a move on.” She glanced down at her watch quickly. “We should have enough time to get a replacement slushie…” she eyed both of your previous ones, where they laid nearby. With haste, she leaned over to grab their trashed containers, “...and then catch the trolley. But we’ve got to hurry.”

You sighed defeatedly as she sprang up and dusted herself off, like nothing had happened. It was a good quality to have, though, for someone as clumsy as her. She balanced herself out. Uncoordinated yet resilient. It was almost poetic. 

What wasn’t poetic, though, was the unceremonious way she hauled you up to your feet, all in one motion. 

You barely had a second to catch your breath, or wheeze, or curse into the afternoon air before she was pulling you along at the speed of light again, all of her embarrassment forgotten and instead replaced with excitement once more. 

Her “Receiving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Physical Touch

2.) Words of Affirmation

3.) Quality Time

4.) Acts of Service

5.) Gifts

Yoohyeon is prone to embarrass herself, and her insecurities sometimes tend to show themselves as a result. She also has an unfortunate habit of overthinking; but a simple and easy way to remedy that at any given moment is through physical touch and sweet words of reassurance. They never fail to comfort her and restore that confidence that you love so much.

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Dami

Dami isn't always the biggest fan of physical touch, but she makes an exception for you

She's grown quite fond of your ways of showing love 

Especially because you respect her boundaries and don't overload her with it all of the time 

The girls jokingly complain about the fact that your affection never gets rejected by her like theirs does sometimes 

You're usually the one to initiate things, but she also surprises you sometimes by beating you to it

You l o v e when she does that because it just shows that she's willing to step outside of her comfort zone to convey her feelings for you

She usually gives you back hugs and puts her head on your shoulder

Slips in little touches throughout the day

Also loves to hold your hand

If it's chilly out and she notices your hands are cold, she'll slip one of her heating packs into them without you even having to ask

Piggy back rides

Lets you poke her cheeks and toy with them

She bought a pair of touch lamps for the both of you, so when she’s away and missing you she can touch hers and yours will light up. It’s a subtle reminder that she loves you and that you’re on her mind

Gives you her jacket when it’s cold out and holds the door for you

You've made her more comfortable with physicality, honestly, and she finds herself missing it when your schedules keep you away from each other

If you get overcome with emotion and give her a spontaneous kiss or cuddle, she ends up blushing every time, without fail

Sometimes she becomes the clingy one and wraps you up in her arms, not letting you go until she’s satisfied

“Let’s stay just like this, jagi.”

Soft hours

But any other time, when it’s you who’s being clingy, it’s really endearing to her to see you visibly waiting to touch her and attack her with a flurry of affection. You hold back long enough to get permission, but the second that she gives you the green light you’re basically pouncing on her

Whenever she reads, she invites you to snuggle up with her. She typically ends up absentmindedly toying with your hair, or stroking your arm, or pressing a few kisses to the top of your head, too

Just like her, her love is subtle and quiet most of the time. But it’s endless, and it’s always there

She loves you to the moon and back and is willing to do just about anything to see you smile

Story Snippet

DC Dorm – Dami's Room 

Snowflakes fell outside in droves, heavy and thick as they added to the masses that had already accumulated on the ground over the past few hours. Biting winds blasted by occasionally, reminding everyone of just how frigid it was. They caused a branch to knock into the window of Dami’s room, scraping it lightly.

Ever since your arrival in the afternoon, it had been like this; as you spent time gathered with the girls and enjoying yourself by the fireplace, nature had been gearing up for a full-blown blizzard. 

Aware of this, they all insisted that you spend the night at the dorm and just return home once the conditions were safer. 

It didn't take much to convince you, truth be told. Their company was far too enjoyable to turn down, and you didn’t have any desire to head back to your empty apartment anytime soon, anyway.

So now, in the wake of a movie-marathon, multiple games of drunken charades, and escaping the tight clutch of a sleeping Sua, you stood in front of Dami's dresser, bent at the waist as you sifted through the drawer that she had directed you to. 

Through the speakers of her phone, a soft piano melody ambled out, basking the room in a comfortable, easy-going ambience.

"Pick whichever one you want, baby," she called, glancing up briefly from her book as she flipped the page she had just finished. The texture of it – a little rough, unsmoothed – made a scratching sound as it rubbed against the one behind it.

"Really? Even the–"

"Yes, Y/N/N, even that one." She interrupted, amused. "I washed it yesterday because I figured you'd want to wear it." You could hear the grin in her words. 

Eagerly, you continued searching through the hoodies until you finally found the one you were after. It held a title unlike any other. None of the rest even held a candle to it. 

Why was it so special?

Because you bought it for her during a birthday trip last year, and it was the coziest thing in existence. 

Oh, and it was also panda themed. Dami in hoodie form.

With a triumphant smile, you unfolded it and thrust it up into the air, showing it off. Dami watched from the bed, smiling softly to herself at the cute sight. 

You slipped it over your head and pulled it down across your body, allowing the cozy material to engulf you. Two rounded ears sat atop the hood, and they bounced lightly when you tugged it up onto your head. The grin on your face deepened when you reached up to feel their fluffiness. 

“You’re so cute,” she mused, far too interested in you to pay attention to her book anymore. Her finger rested between its pages, keeping her place marked as she openly admired you.  

“Yah,” you scolded softly, lacking malice. You could feel your cheeks and ears warming up as a result of her compliment, and it made you shy. 

“Thank you,” you added quietly, glancing away. 

She bit her lip and shook her head, completely enamored. How could a person be so adorable?

“Come here,” she commanded, when she noticed you playing with the ends of the sleeves mindlessly. The inconspicuous (yet totally obvious) way you peeked back at her let her know that you wanted to be closer. 

Hope shined in your eyes as you padded over like a puppy, and when she tossed her book to the end of the bed and filled her hands with you instead, you nearly swooned. She tugged you in by the waist, sending you sideways onto the bed. 

A second later, she was hovering over top of you; her soft hair cascaded down around the two of you, blocking out the rest of the world like a privacy curtain. You met her dark eyes briefly, highlighted by the bits of lamplight that peeked through, shining on the two of you. But her gaze soon dropped lower, landing on your mouth – which she’d been dying to feel against her own all day.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” she admitted, before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It was sweet and warm, just like her. “You made today so fun.”

“Yeah?” You grinned lazily, basking in the warmth that her body radiated. “I’d have to say that you made the day fun,” you opposed. “I mean, come on; when you saved us from losing that third round of charades with your last-second guess? That was gold.”

She nodded, pursing her lips as she recalled that victorious moment. “You do have a point there…”

“Or when you saved Jiu from getting whacked by a blindfolded Yoohyeon during our ‘What’s In The Box’ game? That deserved some kind of award.”

Her features pulled into a grimace at the memory. “I don’t know if she would’ve recovered, honestly. What do you think? Concussion? Short coma?”

Your hands trailed up to the back of her neck and gently settled there –  fingers interlocking as you took a second to consider her question. She shivered slightly at the sensation, nearly tickled when you absentmindedly toyed with the baby hairs at her nape.

“Mmm, definitely a concussion,” you frowned, feigning seriousness until the sudden sound of Dami’s laughter cut through the quiet, bringing out your own. 

She rested her forehead against yours as your combined giggles filled the air, completely and utterly happy. They were genuine and natural  – a little sleepy, a little unpolished – and that warmed your heart. 

Seeing her like that made you fall that much more in love. She shined brighter than moonlight, starlight, sunlight – all of it. You wanted to stay wrapped within the bounds of this perfect moment forever. 

“I mean it, though,” she affirmed softly, like some kind of shy confession finally given voice to, once your laughter died down into quiet chuckles. "Things wouldn't have been the same without you here."

Yet another one of her ways of saying ‘I love you’ without actually uttering the words. 

“I know,” you nodded, brushing the tip of your nose against hers a few times. You could feel her melt into you at the contact.

“I love you, too.”

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Acts of Service

2.) Quality Time

3.) Words of Affirmation

4.) Gifts

5.) Physical Touch

What she struggles to show physically, she makes up for in other ways. She’ll do favors, dote on you without you even having to ask, make you food if you’re hungry, leave encouraging post-it notes on your things if you’re in need of reassurance and support… the list is endless. It’s how she shows all of the love she has for you; she’s a fantastic listener and always pays close attention to you, and she thinks it’s easier and more convenient to demonstrate her love this way. The little things mean everything to her. 

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Gahyeon

Enjoys it a lot. Your presence alone is comforting to her, so she’s really happy to have you nearby 

When you link your arm through hers and cuddle into her side, she falls a little more in love with you. She does it to you often, too

Whenever you kiss her in front of the girls, she tends to get shy. (Mainly because of their relentless teasing). But she never turns you down 

She loves having your attention on her. 

And she'll pout in order to get it

Like Sua, she tends to get a little loud and aggressive with her love

Will literally whine and cover her eyes when you walk into the room because she says you look too good for her to handle

She loves to sit on your lap (and have you sit on hers as well)

Puts her head on your shoulder a lot

Holds onto the end of your sleeve and tugs it when she wants your attention

She lets you play with her hair and style it however you want

One time you managed to make it defy gravity, and she still hasn't lived that down at the dorm. The girls said she looked like an alien

Whenever you’re just lounging around together and scrolling on your phones, you both still like to be connected in some way. So she’ll usually pull your legs across her lap, or even lay between them. (It makes it even easier for her to show you something interesting or funny that she stumbles across)

She knows she can get her way with you really easily because you’re a total pushover for her. All she has to do is pout or give you a kiss and you’re like putty in her hands

That’s one of her favorite traits about you. Both because she thinks it’s adorable, and also because she can exploit it (big brain Gahyeon)

“Pretty please? I promise to buy you more candy in the morning if you just let me have this last one now.”  

{......} 

"...or we can share it, if you'd rather." 

You make her feel powerful and important, and that’s priceless to her

She loves when you get protective over her. There’s something about that side of you in particular that really does something to her

Whenever she’s busy or away on tour, expect lots of pictures and videos from her at odd hours. The time difference doesn’t stop her from messaging you when she can

Also, sleepy voice messages when she’s laying awake and having trouble sleeping 

Whenever you reunite, she’s yelling and running into your waiting arms

Story Snippet

“Yah, how much longer are we going to be out here?” Gahyeon whined, her breath turning white in the chilly atmosphere that surrounded the eight of you. It floated away gently, catching her attention for a brief second as she lagged behind everyone else.

Exploring the city and shopping had gotten boring for her about two hours ago, and quite frankly she was over it at this point. 

Heading the group with Jiu, you stopped and turned around to look at her. The brochure in your hands lowered, no longer your top priority. 

“What’s wrong, Gah?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she scuffed the bottom of her shoe against the ground, twisting it into a rut that existed in the weathered cobblestone. Her hands flexed into fists at her sides, toying with the handles of the shopping bags that were nestled against her palms. 

“I’m cold,” she finally said, voice small as a pout played on her lips. She looked away when everyone’s attention fell to her. Admittedly, she felt a little childish for making everyone stop. The weather was simply starting to get to her, and she was tired. 

But being the maknae meant she had every right to be babied, after all, so she didn’t feel too guilty. 

You rolled your eyes and smiled softly, shaking your head. “Jiu, will you take over? Let’s go to that restaurant I showed you earlier.”

“The historic one?” She asked, clarifying.

You nodded. “It used to be a royal building, so it’s pretty massive. And there’s a fireplace there fit to match, so…” you trailed off, glancing again at Gahyeon. Her pout deepened a little at you, exaggerating.

“Sounds great,” Jiu smiled warmly. “Let’s get going.”

The girls all resumed their walking after that, conversing with one another and taking in the surrounding sights of the city as Jiu flipped open to the brochure’s walking map and led the way. You let them pass you, waiting for Gahyeon to catch up.

Her nose was red, and the fuzzy muffs on her ears had fallen from their proper place. Her shoulders sagged dramatically, making her look truly spent. 

You had to bite back a laugh. 

“Here, baby,” you offered, reaching out to take the bags from her. She gave them without any further prompting, and you quickly slid them onto your arms, allowing them to rest in the crook of your elbow. You resituated her earmuffs next, and pressed a small kiss to the tip of her chilly nose. 

“Better?”

Her head shook in protest, stumping you. 

“Not yet.” 

She stepped forward, just a breath away, and slipped her hands into the pockets of your hoodie. They balled in the material and tugged you closer, nearly making you stumble into her at the unexpected action. 

“Let’s stay like this, just for a second. Let me warm up a bit,” she smiled mischievously, leaning in enough to brush her nose with yours. Her fingers wrapped around the warmers that were tucked away in your pockets, reveling in the soothing heat that they provided. 

You reached in, too, covering her delicate hands so that the cold didn’t have a chance to touch them. She hummed happily, tilting her head to the side to press a thankful kiss to your lips. She giggled quietly against them, pleased to have gotten her way. 

The night sky was bright above you, illuminated by the moon as it showered down its speckled starlight in a way that seemed intimate, like it was meant just for the two of you. Your own personal glimpse of the cosmos. It provided comfort, reminding you of home. Of all of those late nights in Korea, when you would sneak outside with Gahyeon for some fresh air, talking about any and everything your sleepy minds could come up with until the delirium set in and you had to amble your way back up to bed. 

Even here and now, in a foreign country that seemed lightyears away from that place, shimmers of those moments could be found. They gleamed in Gahyeon’s sweet eyes – hundreds of potential experiences and conversations just waiting to happen. It was meaningful, to say the least, and you were beyond happy that fate had allowed you to be here with all of them. 

You kissed her cheek before pulling away enough to look at her. 

“I love you–”

“I love you–”

Both of you laughed together at the coincidence, your shoulders lifting and falling lightly. The smile on her face was precious, reminiscent of a fox’s. You studied her for a moment, just taking her in and committing everything to memory.

“We should probably get going,” she said, still grinning, though she made no move to actually leave. Her gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there for a beat before raising to your own again. You felt the subtle way her fingers tightened against the warmers, attempting to be inconspicuous. 

It was almost comical how bad she was at hiding her feelings for you. 

“Yeah,” you agreed, settling closer, teasing her. 

She looked around, peeking over your shoulder before craning her body left and right to make sure the coast was clear. Once she was satisfied, she pulled your hood over your head and leaned in, sealing her lips against yours. 

Beneath the cover that your thick hood provided, she did as she pleased. Taking her time, savoring the rare chance she got to be alone with you like this. She was a mix of sensations – from her blushing, warm cheeks, to her chilly lips that slid against your own, never wanting to part. The entirety of the embrace was perfect; you couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“We really should get going, though,” you chuckled, resting your forehead against hers once you’d parted for air. “They’ve probably already made it there by now.”

“Fine,” she sighed, feigning annoyance again. “You’re right. But I’m taking this,” she declared, stealing one of your warmers. 

She pulled away, turning to stand at your side so you could walk next to one another. “We can share this one,” she resolved, keeping her other hand in your other pocket, where it was still cradled in your own. 

You sighed as well, mimicking her. “Fine.”

To smooth things over in the wake of her crime, she cuddled up against your side and laid her head on your shoulder as she pulled you along. The soft crunch of your shoes against the cobblestone street resounded, announcing your journey forward. 

“Thank you, babe.” She said quietly, serious now. “For everything.”

“Anything for you,” you quipped with a small smile, watching as your sweet assurance turned white in the air and surrendered itself to the universe.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Gifts 

2.) Physical Touch

3.) Quality Time

4.) Words of Affirmation

5.) Acts of Service

She feels responsible and accomplished when she can spoil you and buy you the things that you want. There’s nothing quite like watching the smile grow on your face as you open up presents from her. She’s not afraid to go all out, either.