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Confessions: Oikawa

(This is connected to another drabble I made in my series 'Unreq Love' so here is context if you'd like the full experience: Oikawa & Bonus)

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The gym is quiet.

Not the kind of quiet that comes from peace, but the kind that settles like dust in the corners—heavy, still, waiting. The lights are off, but the late afternoon sun filters through the high windows, painting the floor in long strokes of gold. The volleyball net hangs limply between its poles, no longer taut with purpose. There are scuff marks everywhere, like memories burned into the wood—ghosts of spikes, dives, the relentless rhythm of ambition. The echoes of laughter, shouting, the rhythmic squeak of sneakers still seem to hum beneath the silence, like the gym itself refuses to forget.

You spot him immediately.

Oikawa stands near the back wall, his figure backlit by sunlight, facing the net with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. His shoulders are drawn tight, his posture still and unreadable. He doesn’t move when you step in, but he knows it’s you. No one walks into a gym like you do—especially not after hours. Especially not him.

You take your time crossing the floor. Your sneakers squeak a little, but he doesn’t flinch. The air smells like dust and floor polish, and something sharper underneath—like endings. Like goodbye.

“I figured I’d find you here,” you say, coming to a stop beside him.

He huffs, a soft, humorless sound. “You always do.”

“Well,” you shrug, “someone’s gotta make sure you’re not brooding yourself into an existential crisis.”

Finally, he glances at you. There’s a tiredness in his eyes, something far quieter than the version of him everyone else sees. You know it well. You’ve seen it before, behind locker room doors, in the quiet of bus rides home, in the way his voice would sometimes crack when no one was supposed to hear. He looks like someone who's been chasing a shadow for too long and just realized it was always out of reach.

“I thought maybe if I stayed long enough, it’d feel different,” he murmurs, gaze shifting back to the net. “But it still hurts.”

“Of course it hurts,” you reply, arms crossing over your chest. “You gave everything to this place. You bled for it. You obsessed over every drill, every stat sheet, every match. Losing was never going to be painless.”

He chuckles, and it’s low and bitter. “We didn’t even make it to nationals. What was the point of all of it?”

You frown, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “Tooru, you seriously need to get your head out of your ass.”

That earns you a sidelong glance, the barest glimmer of amusement.

You soften. “You weren’t just chasing wins. You built something here. A team that trusted you. A legacy. People are going to remember you—not because of a scoreboard, but because you made them better. You made them believe. You pushed them to be more.”

He doesn’t respond right away, but his jaw tics. He always does that when he’s trying not to feel something. The weight of three years rests on his shoulders like armor that no longer serves him.

“And what about you?” he asks suddenly, turning to face you more fully. “You stuck by me through everything. Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

You scoff, leaning back on your heels. “Don’t get all sentimental on me now, Tooru.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. You think I followed you around like a lost puppy for three years because I enjoyed your tantrums and diva moments?”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Maybe a little?”

“God, you’re insufferable.” You shake your head, but your voice loses its edge. “I stayed because you were worth it. Because you’re more than volleyball. You always have been. Even when you were too busy being dramatic to see it.”

The silence that falls between you is thick with years of shared glances, missed chances, and words left unspoken. The light shifts across the floor, turning everything gold like the last flicker of a day that tried its best.

You don’t mean to say it. Not like this. Not when he’s already unraveling.

You glance at him again, then down at your hands. Your voice comes out low, more to yourself than to him. “God, I can’t avoid this, can I?”

But it’s been sitting in your chest for too long, and something about the way the light hits his face—the rawness there, the quiet ache—makes it impossible to keep in.

“I love you.”

His head snaps toward you, eyes wide. “...What?”

You inhale slowly, like that’ll steady the thundering in your chest. “I said I love you. I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met. Since you made that dumb joke during orientation and somehow managed to trip over your own feet.”

Your voice wavers slightly, but you push through. “I thought it was just a crush. Something stupid. But it never went away. Through every win, every loss, every time you walked into a room and lit it up like you didn’t even know—through all of it, I kept falling. I knew every version of you—the charming captain, the insecure overthinker, the friend who stayed behind after practice to help pick up stray balls—and I still fell.”

You swallow hard, heart aching in your chest. “And I wasn’t going to tell you. I didn’t think I had the right to. I thought I’d be a distraction, or worse—just another person you’d feel responsible for. But standing here with you, watching you look at that net like it still owes you something... I couldn’t walk away without telling you. Because it’s not just about volleyball. Not for me. Not when it comes to you.”

You take a step back, the burn of embarrassment creeping up your neck, your voice quieter now. “You don’t have to say anything. I just needed to get it out of my system.”

You turn, ready to bolt before you make a bigger fool of yourself—but before your foot even hits the line, his hand wraps around your wrist.

You freeze.

His grip isn’t desperate, but it’s firm—anchoring. When you look back, he’s already there—closer than you thought, close enough that you can see the flicker of emotion dancing in his eyes. His breath is uneven. So is yours.

His gaze lingers on your face, moving from your eyes to your mouth, then back again, as if trying to piece together something he should’ve realized long ago. You see it hit him all at once—the memories, the missed moments, the way you’ve always been right there. His shoulders loosen like something inside him’s finally cracking open.

His hand moves slowly to your face, tentative but gentle, and his thumb brushes against your cheek like it’s something fragile he’s afraid to break. His fingers tremble just slightly, and the warmth of his palm grounds you in place.

“How did I never see you?” he breathes, and it’s not a question meant for you. It’s a confession all on its own, shaped by regret and wonder.

Then he kisses you.

Soft at first, hesitant—like he’s asking permission.

Then again—deeper, fuller, with the kind of reverence that comes from finally seeing someone who’s been standing in the light all along. His hand curves behind your neck, the other still holding your wrist like he's afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

And for once, Oikawa doesn’t say a single word.

He just pulls you closer, holds you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded, and lets the silence speak for itself.

In that quiet, there is no loss. No disappointment. No game that slipped through trembling fingers.

There’s just you.

And it’s enough.

feining for frat boy katsuki…

it was hot. loud. half the girls were already screaming over shirtless frat boys grinding against windshields. your friend dragged you out with a “come on, it’s for charity!” and now you’re standing in the corner with a lukewarm lemonade and zero expectations.

you didn’t even want to come to this stupid fraternity fundraiser.

your roommate dragged you out with the promise of half-naked frat boys, but all you’ve seen so far are drenched freshmen trying to flex their way into a hernia.

but then you see him.

he’s got his back turned at first—lean muscle, golden skin, red swim trunks slung way too low on his hips. sunlight catches the water dripping down his back like it’s staged. and when he turns around?

game over. he’s gorgeous.

sharp jaw, wild blonde hair flattened from water, a cocky little smirk on his face as he wrings a sponge out over his head, totally aware of the stares.

and he sees you. right away. ruby eyes locked with yours and gives the most arrogant little up-nod like, yeah. you’re next.

you try to act unaffected. fail immediately.

he saunters over, sudsy bucket in one hand, water dripping down his abs like it’s a fucking calvin klein ad. stops right in front of you, eyeing your car, then you, then your car again. “you the one drivin’ this piece of shit?”

you blink. “excuse me?!”

he shrugs but you can see a little grin tugging on the corner of his mouth, smug and unbothered. “relax. i’ll make it look brand new.”

he puts the bucket down, saunters over, and damn—he’s even hotter up close. tall. muscles for days. and that little scar on his cheek? unfair.

then, leaning closer, voice low: “the name's katsuki bakugo. what’s yours, sweet girl?”

you tell him. maybe a little breathless.

he repeats it once—slow, like he’s trying it out on his tongue. “hm. yeah. i like that.”

and then he goes to work. but not just on the car.

katsuki bakugo washes that car like he’s auditioning for the dirtiest boy band you’ve ever seen. dropping the sponge just to bend over in front of you, ass on full display. making eye contact when he slides his hand over the hood like he’s caressing it. watering himself down with a hose and shaking his hair out like he’s in a shampoo commercial from hell.

by the time he’s done, your car is sparkling. and so are you—flushed, flustered.

he tosses the sponge into the bucket, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and smirks. “lemme know if you need a private wash sometime.”

and then he walks away, with you watching the water dripping down the curve of his spine, no better than a teenage boy ogling the back of a girl's bikini. you swear you black out for a second too.

it’s only a few hours after the car wash before he slides in your dms, smooth but dirty. you’re in your room, still reeling from whatever the hell that was, when your phone buzzes.

king.explosionmurder has sent you a message.

(yeah. that’s his actual handle. because of course it is.) then, you open it.

king.explosionmurder:

can't stop thinking about the girl with the shittiest car and the cutest fuckin’ face.

you stare. then another message pops up.

king.explosionmurder:

u free tonight?

or maybe you're too busy being adorable somewhere else?

your heart does a thing. you type out a reply—something just barely cocky enough to match him:

you:

depends

you always this forward?

king.explosionmurder:

only for girls with shitty taste in cars

so, only you

let me buy you a drink, sweet girl?

you:

fine

you can buy me a drink, frat boy

but for the record?

my taste in cars is not that shitty

king.explosionmurder:

whatever you say beautiful

8 pm, sunset bar down 5th ave

don't be late

katsuki shows up five minutes early, in a black tee that clings to his chest and jeans that should be illegal. hair still messy from his post-car-wash shower. when you walk in, his eyes track you like you’re the only person in the room.

“tch. thought you were gonna flake.”

you roll your eyes. “you’d cry if i did.”

his mouth twitches. “like a damn baby.”

then the date just... hits different. it wasn't what you expected. sure, it’s packed with college students and frat bros, but in the back corner booth? with him?

it’s quiet. comfortable. almost… intimate.

he’s not much of a talker, but with you? he tries. you ask about his major—he’s an aspiring pro-hero, of course—and he asks about yours, grumbling when you light up talking about it, because “fuck, that smile’s gonna kill me.”

and even though he’d die before saying it out loud, the minute you take a sip of your drink and laugh at something dumb he says? he’s gone. head over heels.

he walks you back to your dorm with his hand on the small of your back, even though it’s barely a ten-minute walk. says “text me when you’re in” even though he literally watched you unlock your door. stands there, gruff and gorgeous, waiting.

“gonna invite me?” he asks, tone teasing.

you shake your head, grinning. “not on the first date, i'm not.”

he groans dramatically. “damn. fuckin’ killin’ me here.”

you grin. “goodnight, frat boy.”

but he doesn’t move right away.

just stands there under the warm porch light, one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing the back of his neck like he’s trying to work off the ache of not touching you again. his shirt clings to him in the summer heat, his jaw sharp in the glow, but it’s his eyes that freeze you in place.

not hard. not sharp. not the glare he usually levels at the world.

but soft. heavy. like you’ve stolen the breath from his lungs and he doesn’t even want it back.

he looks at you like you hung the damn moon.

he takes one small step closer, close enough that you can feel the heat coming off his chest, close enough that if either of you moved just an inch, you’d be kissing.

“goodnight, sweet girl,” he says, voice low and rough, like gravel laced with honey.

it hits you somewhere deep. like he’s branding the words into you.

and then—he actually smiles. a real one. lopsided, shy, the kind of smile you’d never expect from someone who threatens to body slam people over couch cushions.

then he turns and walks away, hands shoved deep in his pockets, head down, like if he looks back even once, he’ll do something stupid like run back and kiss you senseless.

you close the door behind you, heart thudding so hard you swear your roommate can hear it.

you’re screwed. so screwed.

because things after that? they move fast.

to everyone else, he was the guy who'd scream if you left dishes in the sink, throw a beer can at you if you sat on his side of the couch, and threaten to body slam you if you so much as breathe near him.

but the entire frat house knew that their loud, grumpy, terrifyingly efficient frat dad—had a soft spot the size of a planet. and that soft spot? was for you.

you’re the only person allowed in his room during his grumpy post-practice naps. the only one who can touch his hair without him flinching. he’d grumble when you flick his forehead when he was being dramatic but he'd let you.

he might curse under his breath, but when you’d slide onto his lap during movie night, he'd wrap an arm around you like it was instinct. like protecting you came as naturally as breathing.

he had snacks stocked in the mini fridge (not for him, you liked them). he hands you your favorite snack and grumbles, “was on sale. don’t get used to it,” even though it’s never on sale but he bought six of them anyway.

and when finals week hits? he’s a damn soldier for you.

caffeine runs. your favorite takeout. quiet growls at anyone who tries to talk to you in the library. he reads your flashcards like they’re enemy coordinates and quizzing you becomes his personal mission.

but the best part? the tiny, quiet moments in between.

like when he’s losing at mario kart and you’d sit in his lap while he played, steal his fries, kiss his cheek mid-rant just to shut him up.

or when you were too tired to walk back to your place, you just curl up in his bed. not only does he let you, he tucks the blanket around you and kisses your forehead so soft it makes your chest ache.

and somehow, all of that was like magic.

sure, he might’ve acted like the world’s most chaotic, aggressive frat president, but when it came to you? he was all bark, all bite… and all heart.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

sighs and cries in this life

not onlu do i wanna give hyunjin forehead kisses but i wanna run my hands through his hair and relax him into it until he falls asleep and then id draw him

2.51 a.m.

"sleepy?" you ask hyunjin, willing your voice to soften so you wouldn't startle him. he looks incredibly serene— laying his entire body on top of yours, face buried in the crook of your neck. his exhales come out in soft breaths, brushing against your skin like the faint caress of a feather.

"mm. you're comfortable," he says, further sinking his body onto yours, until you are both pressed tightly to one another, like two facets of the same coin. you stay silent, as he adjusts his limbs so his head would fall on top of your chest, right above your heartbeat.

"can i tell you something?" he speaks softly, as you gently thread through his ash blonde locks, twirling some strands of it around.

"anything."

"i listen to music everyday but your heartbeat is still my favorite sound," he confesses, a bit shyly, as he rests his chin atop your chest, peering up at you with eyes that reflect constellations.

"truly?" you grin, a tender smile etching on your lips.

"truly. please don't go where i can't hear it."

"i won't," you promise, and he leans back into your embrace, content with your response. your fingers never cease their soft caress on his scalp, making him sigh in tranquil surrender. you smile in adoration to yourself before pressing a tender skin on his forehead, then another one to his temple, the crown of his hair— anywhere your lips can reach, everywhere he could feel your love in.

first impressions matter.

wc: 593

genre: highschool!au ; rich boy!jay ; fluff

feat. park jongseong ; 박종성

note: first drabble in a whiiiiile ahshhdh she’s been sitting in my drafts for a bit so i just cleaned her up and here she it >:0 i’m gonna work on putting out more one shots :D

your best friends, jimin and soojin, stood next to you, lightly nudging you with excitement about finally being able to see your boyfriend, park “he goes to another school” jongseong for the first time.

you’d talked non-stop about him ever since you two finally started dating after being childhood friends for so long that jimin and soojin knew him probably as well as you did. although, you did withhold some information about him from them, like his family life, his fortune, his livelihood. they’d only seen pictures of him on both of your social media accounts, on which he appeared as just a normal highschool boy.

they hadn’t met him yet, considering the fact that you ended up going to different highschools and your two excited friends around you were ones that you’d made during your first week of class. they simply had no prior knowledge of him before that.

your eyes glanced over the text you had sent to your boyfriend 10 minutes prior that read “please don’t tell me you’re coming in anything flashy." 

a text that he had left on read.

oh boy.

full disclosure, you loved your boyfriend dearly. you loved him past his wealth and flashiness and love to show off. 

as you waited at the front of your school for him to come by to pick you up, you scrolled through your previous text messages with him recounting your date plans for the night after you’d both gotten out of school. he told you he’d pick you up after your classes, and you obliged without thinking about the fact that your friends had never met your boyfriend before.

then, you saw it.

his ever so beautiful black and blue mclaren 720s.

you sighed heavily as you watched all eyes look toward the car. entire friend groups turned their heads to get a glance, eyes wide open, jaws dropped. your friends were just as amazed and you stood still, just staring at him as you heard them whisper around you.

"no way, who is that?”

“does he go to our school?”

“no way, that has to be someone’s parents.”

“that’s literally my dream car.”

if only you could capture a picture of their faces when the supercar pulled in front of the three of you and stopped.

he stepped out, making direct eye contact with you, dressed in black slacks and a button down, a bouquet of roses in hand.

“hi, darling, i hope i didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

jimin and soojin’s jaws dropped at the realization, and your cheeks heated up when you became aware of all the attention you were getting from everyone around you. you shook your head quickly and walked toward his car, reaching for the door handle.

he quickly made his way over to your side, intercepting your attempts to let yourself into his car, placing his own hand over the handle.

“let me, love."  

your best friends watched in amazement as the door opened upwards and he helped you step into the car, him closing it behind you and making his way to his side.

you glanced over at the girls, giving them a sheepish smile and wave through the window as they continued to stand there, stunned and speechless.

when you heard jay’s door close, you turned to him with a playfully angry look in your eyes.

"i thought i said not to come in anything flashy.”

“you did.” he started his car and revved the engine before driving off to begin your date night.

“but first impressions matter.”

it's getting thicker wtf

It's the second picture though

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the first thing you feel when you regain consciousness, one step out of the dream world, is the warm feeling of the autumn’s sun resting on your cheek. it contrasts with the cold outside that somehow enters into the warmth shared between all those bookshelves. 

you don’t really know how or when you fell asleep on that table. only your eyes going back and forth behind your closed eyelids seem to look for something. your brain, however, daydreams about those soft fingertips massaging your skull and the scent of its owner all around the place.  

the person’s voice is soft and teasing, you can remember it lulling you to sleep. the last thing you saw, will forever be engraved in your mind— that cat-like smile, those dimples and big dark eyes. 

when your eyelids finally open you are met with the eyes you that can't get out of your mind staring right back at you and your heart jumps in your chest. 

the sun rays somehow reach them, enlightening the pretty colors of these iris. 

then all of it comes in a flash, the initial studying, then the cookie you shared, the book you read and the kiss he gave you after you groaned and laid your forehead on the wooden furniture.

and now, here you are seeing jungwon upside down. 

“hi,” he says quietly, before removing a stray hair from your face. 

the movement is as gentle as the face of who it comes from. it sort of gets you starstruck— your breath catches, your eyes feel like they are shining and your cheeks are getting warmer by the second. 

it is always so easy for jungwon to get you nervous without doing much, like some kind of godforsaken wizard. 

you consistently feel like a middle schooler talking to her crush when you respond. avoidant, shy and even a little mean, if it wasn’t for the obvious smile on your face and fondness in your voice. 

“were you watching me sleep?” you ask him, and he giggles like it won’t make your whole stomach swirl. 

he says nothing. although his palm tenderly cups somewhere around your cheek. you close your eyes when you see him tilting his chin so his lips can reach your forehead, he plants a loving kiss on it. 

his warm palm leaves its place to the sun again and his eyes meet yours one more time, he looks silly from upside down, “you looked so peaceful,” he tells you. it feels really intimate with his face being a bit pink like yours. “i couldn’t get my eyes away from you.” 

he is way too close to say anything like that without the surface of your face burning. 

you could do so many things right now. like kissing him or telling him that he is so beautiful that you are pretty sure he is the only thing you see in your dreams at night. 

but jungwon wouldn’t love you if you weren’t you. and who you are is someone who, before telling your boyfriend how much you love him, will whisper, “you are such a creep,”

(then, kiss him.)

ㅤㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤ𓈒 taglist open.

10:45 am — yang jungwon

₊˚⊹ notes ~ bf!jungwon x fem!reader ⋆⭒ warnings: kisses, petname, sleepiness ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 word count: 100+꩜⋆ ˚｡⋆˚ genre: fluff, time stamp, drabble | AN: lowkey this is kind of cute| LIBRARY FOR MORE...

AS YOU SLOWLY AWAKEN from your peaceful slumber, the gentle morning light filtering through the curtains. You turn over, greeted by the sight of Jungwon, already awake and watching you with a soft smile that could rival the sunrise itself.

"Good morning, pretty girl," he murmurs, his voice a soothing melody.

A smile tugs at your lips in response to his soft voice. "Good morning, pretty boy," you whisper back.

Jungwon reaches out, brushing his thumb over your cheek in a gesture so gentle. "You're beautiful," he says softly, his eyes filled with love as he gazes at you.

Your heart flutters at his words, warmth blooming within you like flowers in the spring. "And you're so perfect," you reply, your voice sweet and quiet.

Leaning closer, Jungwon presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips tender against your skin. "I could repeat this moments 100 times and I wouldn't be tired of it," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close until you're enveloped in each other's embrace. "Me too," you nodded.

In that moment, with Jungwon's soft kisses and the gentle brush of his thumb against your cheek, you realize just how lucky you are to have him by your side.

♡ how to love you | stray kids x female!reader ♡

➯ wc | 1.6k

➯ genre | fluff

➯ synopsis | skz as my specific love languages

➯ warnings | none, but it's unedited (im too lazy to edit it)

➯ masterlist

chan ♡ sending you songs / making you playlists

as a producer and overall singer, i personally think chan spends a lot of time listening to music and not just his own

so when he does take a break from spending hours and hours at the studio, he takes the time to send you songs

sometimes they're random, sometimes they're really specific to how he's feeling, and sometimes they're about you and how he feels about you

you know this cause he always sends a little heart emoji next to the song link to give you a hint man of habit

"chan?" "yea?" "why did you send me this song?" it is literally nothing by bruno major "uhmmm, no reason" LIAR-

ask him about it, he gets giddy. turn the song on randomly, he'll start blushing. mouth the lyrics to him, and he'll hide his face away while giggling. BUT LOW AND BEHOLD, ASK HIM WHY HE SENT IT AND HE'S GOT NOTHING

later down the line, he sends you the first playlist and it is full of love songs like hey lover ! by wabie, lvr boy by awfultune, and my kind of woman by mac demarco

fuck tears, just full on sob because how could one person be so thoughtful and loving and caring and- kjfndaknfloinfeiwanfias

he damn near squeals when you blast the playlist when he gets home, cheesing and hugging you, whispering "do you like it?" OF COURSE WHA-

anywho 10/10 experience, recommend it for everyone

minho ♡ biting

feral boy tingz >:]

once in a while, he gets the urge to just chomp down on you and then go back to what he was doing with no explanation

don't not put small body parts next to or in front of his face because he will bite it and if you tug, he will not let go

it's weird but he does it out of love. i mean your hands are so nice to look at and sometimes they're really cute that he just needs to bite them, get it out of his system so that he can continue his day

he has to, if not he'll think about it all day and then when the urge takes over him, he might bite down harder than he intended

don't argue with him, just let him do it

"stop- why do you keep biting my arm?" "do you want me to bite your face? it's a close second." "..."

SEE?? NO WINNING JUST ACCEPTING THE BITES 😭😭

5/10 experience cause he crazy and will bite with no warning

changbin ♡ naps

i was going to give this one to chan, but insomniac to insomniac i was not finna insult him like that 💀

i think this matches with binnie well tho

personal belief that as much as he works and produces, he's very relaxed about it

in a sense where it's like "well i've already done everything i need to, no need to over exert myself" he not lazy, he do self care

so as soon as he gets his hands on you, he's dragging you down on to the most comfiest spot and clinging to you, slighting groaning and whining that he wants to take a nap

don't try to get up or fight cause 1) he's stronger than you admit it and 2) he can't nap without his favorite teddy bear

he says that these naps are important towards yall's relationship and they are tradition...that happens weekly

"stop squirming" "i still have work to do!" "it can wait, how do you love more: me or your job?" "changbin!" "answer wisely."

he'd usually let you finish up your work but sometimes he doesn't so answer him quickly before he starts pouting

he'll help you finish it but until then, get comfy and hope your alarm goes off in 2 hours

9/10 experience cause he's kinda crushing your side and refuse to let you get too far from him but he's mumbling that he loves you in his sleep so it's okay <3333

hyunjin ♡ wanting to 'merge' bodies

we already know the boy's love lanuage is physical touch but sometimes it get out of hand

you gotta be careful around him because babes is just so happy and overjoyed to see you that while he does swoop down to hug you, squishing all of your internal organs against him, it's still not enough

he. is. not. close. enough. and will do anything possible to get even closer

when it comes to cuddling, it's like he's a second blanket. he's laying right on top of you, nuzzled into your neck and whining about how he's not close enough to you

you could be bare skin, chest to chest, and while enjoyable, it still wouldn't be enough

"hyunjin, what in the hell are you doing?" "we're not close enough!" "we are literally fused together! you forced your way underneath my blanket and my hoodie- we are chest to chest jinnie and you're melting into my neck, what more could you want?" "...need to be closer."

if not in his right mind, please console him cause he will close to tears if you don't figure out a) how to get him to sleep faster or b) how to get closer to him

he'll eventually settled down but you know he's not happy about it because he'll huff everyone once in a while to remind you d r a m a t i c

do not ask him if he wants to merge bodies because he won't ever let it go, even if it is impossible

8.5/10 experience, the love is there but the brain is not

jisung ♡ bluntly staring

how lovely, there's a pair of eyes around the corner following your every move

totally not creepy at all !! it's not

he really doesn't mean to stare through your soul but he doesn't even try to stop it

sometimes you look really beautiful in your own little world and he just wants to watch you, admire you

when you catch him, he's so caught up in trying to save every moment of you in his head that he won't notice until 3 minutes later or when you finally walk up to him

he'll get sheepish and try to play it off like he wasn't just staring at you like you were the most interesting and intricate thing he had every laid eyes

"i was just checking you out, what? i can't do that as your boyfriend?" "okay, but for the last 30 mintues ji?" ...so he might have a staring problem

but it was your problem so let him love you and star at your beauty

and be lucky he hasn't pulled out his camera trying to capture and save moments his eyes don't- the thing would go off every 3 seconds

7/10 experience, you're worried that you'll get used to this and noticed stalkers but there is no resisting the twinkle in his eyes when he looks at you

felix ♡ nuzzling his head into your side

almost put "sending tiktoks" but i digress

he already does this to his members and now he does it to you

he says it's his favorite thing to do, even if he does goes a bit too rough and fast and ends up with a mini headache

he'd randomly snuggle you and push his head into your side, slightly tickling you as he groans and laughs into your stomach

it's like a puppy trying to get your attention, or just trying to annoy cause he will do that too

he'll most likely stop doing to the members, only doing it to you so you think it's special and reserved for you cause it is

"lix, what are you doing?" "nothing~~" "bokkie, you're gonna give yourself a headache." "don't care~~"

cutie <3333

no but grab him before he starts hissing in pain...again he'll never learn

9.5/10, gotta get him migraine meds

seungmin ♡ doing your skincare routine for you

his love lang. is already acts of service, this is just exact

if you're huge on skin care and self-care nights, this one for you

just ask him. that's it. and he'll do it every. single. time.

self care nights are a must and if you deny him , he will be upset about it (even if it isn't for him)

"seungmin, you said you were tired." "...i lied." "minnie, you are nodding off right now." "i ammmm not! hush!"

just let him do it because if he wakes up the next morning, he will be upset and will ignore you for like 30 full minutes...

he likes to make sure you're the most comfortable you have been in your life. you are not allowed to do any of it and if you try, you will be barraged with kisses until you drop the item

don't test the puppy, he is determined and headstrong and will fight you for the toner

save yourself the headache, be pampered &lt;3

10/10 for non-fighters, 8/10 for fighters

jeongin ♡ stealing your clothes

he will steal them and he will get away with it

he has no real reason as to why he steals them, you kinda just leave your clothes on things and he goes and picks them up after you...just doesn't give them back

say you put your hoodie on the couch well poof! it's gone now

he's smart enough to hide them from you until he knows you won't go looking for them, but if you somehow catch him-

if you catch him, he will straight refuse to give it up

"i've been looking for that hoodie for weeks!" "yea, well it's mine now!!" oh yea, he's serious

the upside is that he looks cute in it and stuffs his head in the collar because it smells like you

he eventually will put it back to get the smell back but you'll never notice, sneaky bastard

7/10, he steals more than hoodies

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WHY WOUKD YOU SAYD THSI (I'm an only child like him, and this is my last straw)

damn just got me thinking about how Jay is such a domestic boyfriend when you have strict parents, like I do see him being sooo understanding about the situation and drives her home to probably gain trust from her parents and maybe cook for them and even buy flowers for her mother like aghh to be with a man like Jay 😩😣

a/n: i would propose to him in a heartbeat (also my first sfw post weee)

my parents are staying up tonight i can't sneak out. you stated to jay. then i'll go ask for their permission to take you out for dinner tonight. he could see colours drained from your face. NO you're not doing that ever! they're gonna know we're dating and scold me seongie. jay only smiled and kissed your forehead. when did i ever let people hurt you my love i'll convince your parents, trust me, okay?

and that's how you ended up in your dining room with your parents so eager for jay to arrive for brunch. he brought a bouquet of tulips for your mother and an exclusive bottle of wine for your dad. he managed to win their hearts that night he wanted to take you out. ever since then, he came over almost every night bringing boxes of pizza, sometimes his homemade steaks and pastas for late dinner/supper. your family loves him.

he's always over for any celebrations. let it be your cat's birthday, your grandpa's birthday even your cousin's baby shower. he's always present. he helps with cooking and preparing for the event while always interacting with the aunties and respectful of the elders. he's loved by your family, he's their favourite guest of all time. and somehow your parents are never strict with you anymore.