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❪⠀🪐.⠀𓏔⠀types of kisses with stray kids⠀❫

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warnings: (slightly spoilers) mention of overworking in bangchan's. minho's type of kiss is french kiss (it's self explanatory: suggestive), and also mentions of blood and wounds, nothing too bad, just some scratches. changbin's soft hours, insecure reader, lonely time but fluff everywhere. brief mention of hyunjin's hiatus and covid on his part. nothing to say about han and felix, just fluff. mentions of menstruation on seungmin's, and a lot of insecurities too. a little bit of drama on i.n's, he ignores the reader but it turns out well. let me know if i miss something.

( hii! have a wonderful sunday ♡ )

chan (forehead kiss)

You had spent the whole afternoon locked up at your studio, focused on finishing the last assignment that was due before the end of the semester, avoiding the slight breaks you had promised you would made and returning immediately to collect information and write the final text. You knew the teacher was quite strict, and with your need to make sure your final score in the subject was high enough, you had spent the last days perfecting up even the last detail of the project. It wasn’t the first time you experienced this kind of situation, and since you moved with your boyfriend a few months ago he was now aware of your habits while studying, so after a lot of mistakes and excuses you managed to communicate with each other and get to a dynamic that would allow you to continue with some of your routines without Chris suffering from concern. The truth was that when you entered that state of concentration, little affected you what happened around as long as you were able to fulfill what you had proposed to do that day, and your boyfriend was worried that those habits would end up becoming hurtful for you in some way.

That particular afternoon you couldn’t help but notice Chris’ restlessness as your fingers pressed, fast, the keys of your laptop. Sometimes he had even made you crack a faint smile for his little antics, like filling your cup of coffee when he saw that there was nothing left or peeking through the door of your studio often to see how you were going. It made you feel a little guilty because you knew it was his free day and what he most wanted was to spend it with you, even it was only enjoying the company of the other cuddling in the couch. But you couldn’t allow yourself to put those moments forward when there was a project of such importance that you had to finish, no matter how much you wanted to cuddle with your boyfriend.

And you really wanted. That was your biggest motivation. It was the only reason why when all your work was finally rewarded and you downloaded the finished document, sending it to your teacher’s email, you exhaled a trembling breath and stretched on the chair, noticing how the muscles of your back relaxed after hours tensing over the laptop screen. You turned off the device and closed the studio door carefully not to make noise, deciding that you wouldn’t go back into that room for the rest of the week. You went to the living room with an euphoric smile on your lips, wishing to refuge in your boyfriend’s arms, but you stopped when you saw Chris laying down on the couch with his phone pulled over his chest, and his eyes closed, completely asleep.

You stood against the frame of the door, watching him. It was rare to be able to come across him at such moments of absolute peace and rest, since when you woke up in the morning he was already up and at night you fell asleep before him. You admired him in silence for a few minutes, letting your eyes glim over his relaxed factions, his partially open lips, and the pale freckles barely noticeable on his cheeks. You looked at the time and realized it was quite late, so you left Chris resting in the couch, slowly closed the door and went to the kitchen to prepare something for dinner.

You couldn’t help but hum the last song you had heard your boyfriend work on as you pulled out the ingredients from the cupboard, willing to make jjajangmyeon as quickly as possible, knowing it was one of his favorite meals. You focused on the stoves, selecting the best pieces of bacon for Chris and spliting the food into two bowls. Once placed in the bowl you got the chopsticks after searching a little in the cutlery drawer, and you put two glasses with water. You made the mental note of buying some kind of storage method to separate knives, spoons, and forks, and be able to have the damned drawer somewhat neater, and you went back to the living room sliding your socks on the floor to avoid making any noise. You opened the door carefully and smiled as you listened to Chris’s slight snoring, feeling guilty when you left the bowls on the table in front of the couch, and sat next to him, with the mission of waking him up. You took his phone, keeping it safe next to the tray, and put one of your hands on his chest, feeling the calm beats of his heart.

You laid down slightly on him, caressing his cheek, calling him with a soft voice. “Channie…,” you whispered, sliding your fingertips along his cheekbones, delineating the shapes of his face, “Baby, wake up, it’s time to eat something…”

Chris began to open his eyes lazily, and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw his factions contract in a gesture of confusion, just as if you just had asked him to solve a very difficult math problem.

“YN? Did I fall asleep?” He asked, sliding his arms over your back and wrapping you in a hug. You raised your caresses up to his chaotic curls and mumbled a little assent noise, letting the warm atmosphere you two where wrapped in cover you completely. You loved those moments with him. They were the perfect reward for so many hours of work. And you knew he thought the same. “What time is it? I was going to prepare something for you so that you could take a break and we have some dinner together.”

“Don’t worry, love,” you whispered back, noticing how he leaned to your touch, resting his head on your hand, and enjoying your attention, “I delivered the essay a while ago, and I have an entire week for you before I start studying the final exams. The busy afternoons have ended, at least for a few days.”

His gaze lightened, and he broke into a genuine smile that caused you to stir inside. “I’m very proud of you, baby, you are going to have a very high grade on that test.” You changed posture, straddling Chris’ hips, hugging him, and rested your cheek over his chest, taking advantage of his body heat like some kind of stove. “What do you think, should we… plan something? To celebrate? You and I on a little trip, alone, as soon as my free days coincide with your holidays?”

You raised your head, delighted. “Seriously?”

“Of course. I want to have you all for myself,” he said, suppressing a laugh, and increasing his grip on you, still with his arms around you.

You made him squirm with tickles, “I also want you all for myself, as long as we can,” you said, leaning back on his chest. “Oh, the jjajangmyeon is cooling, we should eat it now.”

Chris closed his eyes and released a sigh, smiling. “You did jjajangmyeon? After all the afternoon working? God, I don’t deserve you.”

You let out a laugh that made your chest vibrate with his, and you rested your forehead on his, “You deserve this and more, Channie. You were sleeping, it was the least I could do after ruining your free day”

“You could never ruin anything,” he protested, running his fingers through your hair almost without realizing, just because he knew it calmed you as much as it did to him. “Can we stay like this for a while?” Chris asked, waiting for your answer. As soon as he felt you nod against his chest, he let his body relax, kissing your forehead softly, and he couldn’t help but think that he wanted to stay like that forever.

minho (french kiss)

Minho was tired. It was barely nine o'clock at night, but he had had to get up early to record a song that Han had proposed him to sing at the company, and the morning kept him busy with his MC job. If he had time to eat it was because he let himself be kidnapped by Felix with the excuse that he wanted to perfect an old choreography, but with the imminent concerts he ended up rehearsing for hours steps that he knew without the necessary practice wouldn't come out as clean as he wished. When the company car dropped him off in front of your apartment, it took him a lifetime to get out and walk the few meters of sidewalk, to reach up and force the key in the lock, and even to press the button for your floor in the elevator. But he was rewarded when he opened the door and was greeted by that atmosphere he so adored and was beginning to call home: the soft sounds of something frying in the pan, light notes of your favorite perfume that he inhaled as he hung his coat next to yours, and your voice humming softly from the kitchen. He let out a sigh, managing a faint smile, and set his backpack down in the entryway, announcing that he had just arrived.

He decided to take a shower first to make some time while you finished dinner, and couldn't help but follow the rhythm of the song you were crooning, walking down the hallway to your room and choosing some of the clothes you always had ready in your closet for these occasions. If his usual residence was the dorm he shared with Felix, I.N and Seungmin, in his spare time he divided his time between his parents' home, where his cats lived, and your apartment. Even so, he was usually able to sneak away for the occasional night to sleep next to you, and enjoy your company. He always gave you advance notice, but every once in a while you woke up with your boyfriend's cheek pressed against your belly, and his arms around your waist, protesting when you pretended to get up and muttering something along the lines that he didn't have a schedule in the morning. Those days you took advantage of your comfortable work from home and decided to give up, snuggling closer to Minho, and enjoying each other for hours talking about nonsense. Then he would take over your kitchen and prepare the latest recipe that had caught his eye while you rambled on about ideas you had for your future projects, giving him back hugs from time to time and kissing his shoulder blades with the greatest delicacy in the world.

As he washed his hair he couldn't help but miss the way you stroked it when you cuddled, an activity you practiced very often because it always relaxed him when he had had a bad day. He decided to ask you to do that when, after dinner, as he knew was going to happen, you begged him to watch at least one episode of that series you had started last week. It was in English, and although he was sure you would put the audio in Korean if he asked, he was content to program the subtitles in his language while you finished the dishes. He always fell asleep anyway. It's not that he wasn't interested, but your presence soothed him inside, and he couldn't help but enter a mental space of total relaxation when he rested his head on your lap at that time of night.

When he got out of the shower, he put the towel over his head, still without the energy to pull his arms up high enough to remove the moisture from his hair, and headed to your room to get dressed with the clothes he had left on your bed. The clothes felt extremely soft and gentle against his skin, and he let out the closest thing to a purr, which made him smile with his eyes closed. His clothes smelled like you, and he understood, with a pleasant warmth settling in his chest, why you were always asking him for hoodies and t-shirts: it was like taking you with him. Not just you, but everything you represented: warmth, joy, comfort. His steps were quiet and slow as he walked towards the kitchen, still absorbed in his thoughts. In was then that he registered the smell of japchae, your signature dish, which you made when you had had a good day, even if you did it unconsciously. Minho thought it was adorable, and he didn't plan to unveil your method of celebration, because he always felt better to see you so happy, and besides he was used to cooking it himself ーhe wasn't going to complain about enjoying a meal that he didn't prepare and that also came out so delicious.

Minho collapsed into one of the comfortable, cushioned chairs you had purchased relatively recently in an attempt to redecorate your apartment. He let out a sigh and folded his arms on the table, resting his head on them, with no energy to do anything but watch you dancing around the kitchen getting everything ready to serve dinner. Your boyfriend was an observant person by nature, and usually preferred to stay out of the way so he could get the full picture of any situation he was involved in. With his groupmates and loved ones he tended to loosen up more, and would bring out his bubbly, fun-loving personality. But at times like this, he was very grateful to have you in his life. With you he could spend hours laughing nonstop at a joke that wasn't even that funny, but you ended up fooling around so much that your eyes would sparkle with tears. And he would laugh with you because seeing you smile so genuinely made his heart fuzzy.

When he saw you approaching the cupboard to get the bowls, he rushed to help you, but you dropped them when you noticed the presence of someone at your back, with your pulse racing.

"MINHO!" you exclaimed, almost breathless, startled.

He was almost as surprised as you were, until he tucked a lock of hair that had come loose from your bun behind your ear and realized that all this time you had been listening to music with your airpods, oblivious to the fact that he had come home.

"How long have you been here?" you asked, after giving him a playful punch on the arm.

Minho gestured for you not to move as he went to grab a broom and move the pieces of broken porcelain away from your feet, and that's when you noticed you had a few cuts on your bare skin.

"Enough time to give me a good shower" he murmured, a smile playing on his lips, finding your clumsiness adorable. You both stood in silence, him picking up the mess you'd left on the floor, and you disconnecting your airpods. Once you saw that he had finished, you tried to grab another two bowls to divide the japchae you had left on the unlit stoves, but Minho took you in his arms, ignoring the silent protests of his exhausted muscles, and carried you over his shoulder, letting out a stifled chuckle at your surprised yelp. "I'll take care of the rest of dinner," he announced, ignoring your demands to let you be. Once he had gently set you down on the couch, you frowned at him in an adorable attempt to look angry.

"You know I didn't drop the bowls on purpose, don't you?" you told him, slipping irony into your words. "I think I'll be able to dish up the food."

"I don't think so," he replied, a satisfied smile plastered on his lips, "you're hurt."

Your frown deepened as you looked down at your feet and realized that as the bowls smashed against the floor, some pieces had scratched your skin, and you now had fine bloody lines on your skin. There weren't many, and you knew they wouldn't sting if you let them heal, but it was also clear to you that Minho and his eternal concern for you weren't going to let you get away with it. So you just sighed as he got up to get the first aid kit you kept in the bathroom.

He handled you carefully on his return, leaving a clean towel, the band-aids and a bottle of water on the side table, and resting your legs in his lap. His touch was gentle as he stroked your feet to check how much pain you were feeling, and although you had assumed the scratches were nothing, you did gasp when he put pressure on them. You rested your head on his shoulder and clung to his arm as he cleaned the cuts, and you closed your eyes tightly, hissing. Once he had placed a couple of band-aids over the deeper wounds, he stroked your cheek.

"Did you cry?"

"Oh, hush."

Minho managed an almost imperceptible smile, and moved his shoulder just enough for you to pull away from him.

"Not a word." you warned him.

"I don't know what you're talking about" he replied, looking away, "I was just going to tell you what happened today at dance practice..."

You nodded, as he spoke, both of you leaning back on the couch, and let his voice wash over you. You obviously had a good time when he talked to you about what he had done in his day, especially since most of the time you didn't even have time to eat together, so you took full advantage of the dinners, and the cuddle sessions in front of the TV, and the conversations you had snuggled under the covers. But there were times when you would delight in just looking at him. Watching his eyes sparkle as he talked about those boys who meant so much to him, and the new choreographies he planned for the songs composed by 3racha, or the videos his mother sent him of his cats. And not only that, but to have the freedom to look at him, openly, and absorb all the details of his face, which seemed so beautiful to you.

Without warning, you rested one of your hands on his cheek and brought his face to you, connecting your lips in a kiss. Minho let out a surprised squeak, but immediately followed through, moving his mouth along with yours, letting his hand wander from your legs over his lap to your hip. The position was slightly uncomfortable, but it didn't stop you from enjoying each other's warmth, in a slow, soft make-out session. You felt yourself melt against him as he gave your lower lip a little nibble which made you gasp, and he took the opportunity to make the kiss messier by slipping his tongue in, letting it dance next to yours, swirling around to the rhythm of your panting breaths. And just when you thought you'd run out of air, Minho pulled away from you just a few inches, gazing adoringly at you.

"What was that?" he asked, still stunned by your sudden actions.

"I don't know, I just wanted to kiss you" you told him, nuzzling back into his chest. He felt his ears turn slightly red, and was thankful you couldn't see it. "I love you, Min. Keep telling me what Hyunjin did next" you asked him. And of course, he was never able to deny you anything, so he continued with the anecdote, a lovesick smile plastered on his face.

changbin (hand kiss)

You had never been a morning person. If you had to get up early it was because of your job, and you could only face the day after a good cup of coffee circulating through your system. And on weekends you didn't get up until almost lunchtime, taking advantage of every last bit of rest you could get in bed. But that aversion to mornings changed when, after more than half a year of relationship, your boyfriend asked you to move in with him. Since then, just the thought of knowing that as soon as you opened your eyes you would be able to enjoy Changbin's beautiful features, every day was a day you started in a good mood.

That didn't stop the nights from being bad. That Friday in particular you had not been able to join the get-together that your friends had organized at that new club where they happened to play your favorite songs, and not only were you angry with your boss for having you working until late in overtime that you were not going to get paid for, but also your boyfriend was going to get home very late because he had a very busy recording schedule that night. So everything seemed to get worse when, after being the last one at the office to close, you missed the bus. And then you had to endure the fifteen-minute subway ride in rush hour, surrounded by people until anxiety made you get off at a stop that wasn't even yours. Walking back to your apartment calmed you down a bit, but your boots were killing your feet and you couldn't wait to get home to take them off.

Lucky you have an elevator, you think. And you let your tote bag slide down your shoulder until it drops to the floor, hurrying to slide the zippers of your new platform boots and let out a sigh of relief when you stop feeling the pressure on your heels. For sure Changbin is going to tease you for not listening to him when he told you to wear them around the home a bit to get your foot used to them, and also because he got mad at you (jokingly, of course) for buying footwear that made you taller than him. But he's not going to be around to greet you when you get home, so you pick up your boots and tote bag from the floor once the elevator reaches your floor, and you manage to get inside your home, leaning your back against the closed door and letting yourself drop to the floor, massaging your feet with your eyes closed.

You knew you were on the verge of a breakdown. You hated being alone in general, but after a day like the one you'd had, all you needed was a hug and words of reassurance, someone to tell you that everything was okay, and that even if it wasn't, you'd eventually get to that point. But the apartment was dark, and you felt an void in your chest. You had left the mental breakdowns phase when your college days were over, but every once in a while you would have those moments when you would start crying about the situation that made you explode and end up sobbing, almost unable to breathe, for everything you blamed yourself for in your life, and for every flaw that your mirror reflected. And it usually happened when you were alone.

You considered joining your friends, who must have been drunk by now, but even that made you too lazy. So you remembered what Changbin had recommended you to do when he first saw you this bad, and you prepared a bath. You poured in your favorite salts and dived in as deep as you wanted, knowing that you were in no hurry. When you got out you were more relaxed, and after doing your skincare and drying your hair well, you sought shelter under the covers of your shared bed. You soaked in the warmth and softness, and cried as you wished you could live in that moment forever, with no sunrises, no responsibilities, no negative thoughts about yourself. Just you, with a calm mind, those sheets that still smelled of Changbin, and the chance to start from scratch again and again.

But, like every new day, morning came, although this time as soon as you woke up you wanted to go back to sleep. You felt like your head was going to explode, and the crack of light coming through the blinds bothered you to no end. You sighed, knowing that hiding under the sheets was not going to do any good, and you made the attempt to get up, oblivious to the person sleeping next to you. As soon as you sat up, you saw yourself falling back onto the bed, and you let out an involuntary laugh. Changbin had you trapped in his arms and, even in your sleep, he kept you close to him, as if he was afraid that you would leave him at any moment.

You let him be, completely forgetting the light and your headache, and turned to face him, appreciating the delicacy of his skin, and how good it felt in contact with yours. You buried your face in the crook of your boyfriend's neck, enjoying the moment, knowing that you were feeding off these instants to survive when you were at your worst. You heard Changbin clearing his throat, probably with a slightly tired voice from the previous night's schedule, and waited for him to say something.

"Good morning, princess.”

You closed your eyes as you listened to his husky tone, and noticed how he loosened his arms around you a little when he realized how tightly he was holding you.

"Good morning, handsome," you said to him, your lips brushing against his collarbone while you spoke. "Were you very late last night?"

"I think it was like two in the morning or something," he answered you, still without opening his eyes.

"I got off work at midnight" you told him, shifting your posture slightly, resting your head on your hand so you could watch him.

"If you take a picture it lasts longer" he warned you, before opening his eyes and cracking a grin that made your heart skip a beat.

"You know that if you tell me I'll do it."

"I'm not willing to let you go get the phone, you're better off here."

And silence fell between you again. You had never felt as at peace as you did whenever you had Changbin around. And you knew he felt the same way you did, because he never tired of telling you that every time you doubted you were worthy of someone's love. Or whenever he got the chance, in general. You were perfectly capable of spending the whole morning like that, entangled in your bed, taking advantage of the quietness that you had on Saturdays when he had nothing to do. The rest of the week was chaos, with your endless hours of work and his practices and hours locked in the studio with Bangchan and Han. You had an even harder time in the weeks leading up to the comebacks, and remembering that just made you replay the night before on your head, and how you had felt when you got home.

"You're frowning," your boyfriend commented to you. "Do you want to talk about yesterday?"

You opened your eyes, surprised. Changbin had been tracing your features with his gaze.

"Y-yesterday?"

"When I came back, I noticed you'd used the bathtub and forgot to tidy up the bathroom. That only happens when you're in a sad mood. And your eyes are puffy."

Instead of letting shame eat you away, you felt your heart swell at your boyfriend's words. You weren't going to let your stupid intrusive thoughts spoil such a nice thing as the moment Changbin had just had with you: he knew you well enough to notice such things, he loved you, and he chose to stick with you every day because of it. Still, you felt guilty for not cleaning the bathroom, so you whispered a weak "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize for anything, my love," he told you, "you know I love doing things for you. If it were up to me, my baby wouldn't lift a finger, especially if you have me to do it for you."

You let him hold you again, resting your head on his chest, and sighed.

"Are you okay?"

You took his hand and brought it to your lips, leaving a soft kiss on the back of it before laying it back on your belly, and replied, looking up at him with a smile and eyes sparkling with love:

"Now I am."

hyune (flying kiss)

Your mother used to talk about how much you and Hyunjin fooled around when you were little. If someone had to tell an anecdote in which either of you were involved, it was certain that at least 70% of them would mention the other. You were two sides of the same coin, and you didn't know a world where the other wasn't at least a phone call away. When he had a hard time, you had a hard time; and when you cried, he cried with you. You had been together from the beginning, and many times you had sworn to be together until the end. And that's why nobody could explain why it had taken you so long to realize how much in love you were.

You had lived through the whole process of Hyunjin becoming an idol, and he had been by your side even when his busy schedule didn't allow him just so he could comfort you when your father passed away, and when that boy had broken your heart in high school. The members of Stray Kids had learned early on to love you as one of their own, and they still remembered how Hyunjin had threatened to never speak to them again if they were unkind to you or hurt you in any way. You were extremely protective of the other one, and if people gave you a choice between anyone and each other, you were very clear that you would choose each other a thousand times over. You had been the one who had spent a month's salary on blank canvases and the most varied set of brushes and colors possible when Hyunjin had developed an interest in art, and he had been the one who had gotten VIP tickets as soon as your favorite singer had announced concert dates in Seoul.

And as obsessed as you were with each other, it had taken you years and the passage of covid through your lives to realize how much the absence of each other in your lives was hurting you. You had called him one day in the a.m. when he was practicing a dance for the Korean program his group was going to perform in, and you had confessed how in love you were with him. And he had laughed, understanding the idiots you had been, and reciprocated your feelings after running out of the company to your apartment. That night you kissed for the first time, and cuddled together in your bed, feeling complete, because you had finally understood what was missing.

After that night, Hyunjin practically lived at your dorm. When the bullying scandal was announced, he spent part of his hiatus with you and part with his parents. And you took a leave of absence from your job for the first few weeks so that he wouldn't be left alone even once. Every time you had the house to yourself and noticed the changes he had made in your absence, you smiled at the new mural on the living room wall, or the boxes the delivery man had left in the entryway that were probably decorations for your room or matching clothes, even though you had insisted you would rather steal his than dress the same. Your relationship didn't change at all since the confession. You still laughed the same, cried the same and argued the same.

That morning, like most mornings, you had struggled to wake him up. You had stayed up late the night before, finishing preparations for a presentation you were going to be giving at work, and you were very nervous. Hyunjin had insisted on staying with you, changing playlists when the songs didn't convince him and working on a track Bangchan had sent him to write lyrics to. You knew the next morning was going to be difficult, but you didn't mind because his mere presence relaxed you and helped you concentrate on the Power Point. Right now his presence (or rather, his absence) was getting on your nerves, because you were making breakfast and there was no sign of your boyfriend. You were both running late.

"HYUNJIN!" you exclaimed, pouring coffee into two cups.

Then he decided to come into the kitchen, still half asleep, and in his pajamas. When he leaned down to kiss you good morning, you refused.

"What's wrong?"

"I warned you twenty minutes ago," you told him, finishing your toast and wrapping his, because you knew he wasn't going to have time to eat it at home. "Now you're not going to have time to do anything but to get dressed, we were supposed to be out the door five minutes ago!"

"Honey, I told you, the boys already know I'm late, so you don't..."

"I know that, baby," you replied, interrupting him in the same tone but in an ironic way, with your index finger under his chin so he could see the way you were looking at him, "but I don't know if you remember that you asked me to drive you today specifically and that I have a presentation first thing in the morning."

"Oh, shit."

"Yep, oh, shit."

You repressed a smile as you watched him rush out of the kitchen to grab the first sporty outfit he saw in your closet and you picked up his thermos to pour his coffee in there and clean the mug you'd just used. You left his breakfast ready on the table once you drank your coffee, and ran to put your laptop in your bag, checking that you had everything ready. He was still locked in the bathroom for quite a while and by the time you left the house, you had already called one of your coworkers ーwho happened to also be one of your best friendsー to get you a few minutes if anyone was asking for you.

You opened the front door and almost missed Hyunjin running ahead of you, hurrying down the stairs two at a time towards the garage. You sighed, grabbing the breakfast you had prepared for him knowing he would forget, and went down after him, trying to match the speed of his very long legs. You put the car in motion in record time and drove through the streets of Seoul, respecting the safety limits, looking at the clock every time a red light stopped your race, until you arrived in front of the company where Hyunjin worked and quickly pulled into the parking lot. Your boyfriend opened the car door while it was still in gear and jumped out, breakfast in one hand and his bag in the other.

"Thanks for breakfast! I love you!" he exclaimed, walking away from the car.

"Baby! What about my goodbye kiss?"

Hyunjin's eyes formed two crescent moons as he smiled, and he slung his bag at full speed, to leave his hand free so he could blow a kiss at you. You pretended to catch it before leaving the parking lot, stuffing it in the pocket your blazer had on your chest and shouting "I love you too!" back.

Years later, your mother would still confirm to anyone who asked that you and Hyunjin were chaos whenever you were together, but since you were two dorks in love, nobody cared.

han (neck kiss)

You had told Han that you were going to be late, and not to wait up for you, although you knew he wouldn't listen. That night was a night of celebration, and even though you had to work the next day, it was worth it. Your best friend had gotten an amazing job offer in the USA a few years ago and since she had moved there, you saw her a lot less than you would like to. You had made some of your vacation days coincide with your boyfriend's American tour and the two of you had gone together to his band's concert after spending the whole day visiting the city. She had shown you her favorite places, and also those places she knew you would love.

This time she had traveled all the way to Seoul, the first time you had seen each other since her promotion had been announced, and although it was a business trip, she had set aside an entire afternoon for you. The plan was simple, and quite improvised. First you had eaten together at a very good restaurant that Changbin had recommended, and then you caught up at a coffee shop near your work that you frequented on your breaks. It was a very special place for you because you had worked there for a couple of years while studying at the university, and it was also where you had met Jisung.

You told your friend how he had walked in with Hyunjin and Seungmin and hadn't opened his mouth not even once while they were placing orders. At that time they had debuted less than a year ago, and you were more of a fan of girl kpop groups anyway, so you had no idea who they were. As you were heading towards their table with the three coffees, you heard how Jisung and Hyunjin were arguing, though you didn't know what about. What you didn't expect was that Jisung would suddenly get up at the same moment you picked up his cup and set it down in front of him. Two seconds later you both had your shirts soaked in coffee, the tray was on the floor and there was a mess of shattered glass at your feet, while he was apologizing. You heard Hyunjin say something along the lines of "Since you spilled coffee on her you could finally ask for her number, you have nothing left to lose", and Jisung turned to give him a murderous glare before apologizing one last time and practically running away. Seungmin went after him after letting out a tired sigh, and left it to Hyunjin to pay for the damage.

You remembered the conversation perfectly. The idol had followed you around the establishment asking you how much the broken glasses were worth while you were looking for what you needed to clean up the mess. You had made a dismissive gesture with your hand and told him that it was okay, that it was your fault. However, when he gave you the same order but for takeaway, you couldn't help but ask which of the three was for Jisung. Instead of putting his name on the cup, as you had done with the other two, you managed to write 'for the cute guy I spilled coffee on. next one's on me' and your number. Hyunjin's eyes sparkled when he saw it and asked you if you wanted him to record his reaction to reading it, because you were going to make his day. You let out a laugh, and six dates later you were together.

After a couple of treats at the mall and a cab ride full of laughter, it was time to say goodbye to your friend. You looked at the time on your phone as you walked up the stairs and smiled when you realized that your boyfriend had sent you a couple of messages throughout the afternoon asking how everything was going. You opened the door as slowly as possible to avoid making noise in case he was already sleeping. You left your bag and coat in the hall closet, halfway ditching your shoes and leaving the bags on the kitchen table. On your way to the living room, you saw the TV still on with the words "game over" flashing on the screen and Jisung slumped on the couch with the console controller on his chest. As usual, he had insisted on waiting up for you. And as usual, he had fallen completely asleep.

You turned off the TV and approached him, running your fingers through his hair, combing his bangs in soft caresses, enjoying seeing his features so relaxed, and the little pout on his lips that filled you with tenderness. You decided to continue with your nightly routine when you noticed that he was already in his pajamas, so he wouldn't have to fully wake up on the way from the couch to the bed.

You stepped into the shower to relax after such a busy day and smiled with your eyes closed as you felt the warm water running down your back. You didn't usually take long in the bathroom unless you had to wash your hair, but shopping always made you very tired and even though the company was to your liking, as you left the mall you couldn't wait to get home to curl up in your boyfriend's arms and rest.

Within two minutes of getting out of the shower, as you were taking out your skincare products, wrapped in a towel and with a few droplets of water still on your shoulders, the bathroom door opened and Jisung appeared with narrowed eyes. Without a word he stood behind you as you watched him through the mirror and wrapped his arms around you, clinging to you in a back hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Hey, baby" you called to him, your voice soft.

He nodded his head slightly, not fully awakening, but giving you to understand that he was listening to you.

"How about you wait for me in bed? I'll be done in a minute."

You felt him deny as you began to apply the products to your face, and paused when you heard an unintelligible mumbling.

"What was that, bubs? I didn't hear right" you asked him.

"I missed you today" he repeated, opening his eyes slightly and making eye contact with you through the mirror. "How did it go?"

"I missed you a lot too" you replied, your hands busy with creams and toners as you spoke. "We were talking about you, actually. We went to the coffee shop where I worked" You cracked a smile as you watched his cheeks turn a reddish shade, knowing what you were going to say next, "Do you remember the day we met?"

You heard a noise of protest while you washed your hands and how he tightened his grip on your waist, reluctant to let you go now that you had brought up a memory he considered as shameful as it was lovely.

"I almost killed Hyunjin that day," he whispered, voice somewhat hoarse from having been asleep. "Until Changbin told me to calm down and I read what the coffee cup said, I swear it nearly killed him for exposing myself like that in front of you." You put both hands over your boyfriend's on your belly and smiled when he continued with the sentence he always said, "Luckily the pretty girl at the coffee shop found me cute enough to date me."

"And here we are" you told him, closing your eyes at his warmth and the touch of his lips against your neck, as light as a feather, in an affectionate gesture that was part of your softer moments.

"And here we are" he repeated, uttering it so close to your throat that it felt like an echo of your own words. And I wouldn't trade it for the world, you thought as he guided you to your bed to snuggle together and sleep entangled, just like every night.

felix (nose rub/kiss)

That night you had gone to bed a little late. Not that it had been a special day or anything like that, but when you had entered the lobby of the company your boyfriend worked for with the intention of finishing a couple of documents while you were waiting for him, Minho was leaning against one of the walls with his phone. As soon as he looked up from the screen, he approached you with a smile and the intention of asking you how you had been. Of all Felix's group members, Minho was probably the one you got along with the best. At the beginning of your relationship with your boyfriend, when you had only gone on three or four dates, he had been the first Stray Kids member you had met. After spending the afternoon together, you had accompanied Felix to his apartment and Minho had caught you making out in front of the door. Instead of embarrassing Felix or giving you a hard time, he had smiled and invited you in to enjoy some pudding while you introduced yourself.

Hyunjin had always protested and defended that if Minho had adopted you as his protégée was because it was clear that Felix was very much in love with you, and because you shared with your boyfriend the sunshine privileges he had with the whole group. It wasn't until much later that you discovered, thanks to a Twitter thread, that the fact that Minho had shared a pudding with you meant that you were very important to him. And since you didn't understand why, as you barely knew each other, the next day you bought a box of puddings of the same brand he had given you and asked Felix to give it to him on your behalf. Of course, that gesture only enhanced Minho's image of you. Since then you had developed a beautiful friendship of which both you and your boyfriend were very proud.

But due to your work, you had been a couple of weeks with no signs of life. When you arrived, Felix was sleeping, and when you left, it was still some time left until his alarm would buzz. That weekend the chaos was over, and you wanted to make the most of every second by his side. That's why you had gone to pick him up from work unannounced. And that's why Minho was complaining to you that you had abandoned him. By the time Felix showed up, his hair still damp from the shower he had taken in the gym, you had already given Minho a summary of the last few weeks and he had told you how things were going and how his cats were doing. The older idol slyly pulled away when he watched Felix's eyes light up as he registered your presence and ran up to you to wrap you in a hug and shower your face with kisses.

"Hi, YN" greeted Chris behind the little ray of sunshine you held in your arms, "Long time no see."

You returned the smile he had graced you with, although without dimples, and replied "Work held me kind of hostage."

That made the leader let out a laugh, and squeezed your arm affectionately.

"Want to go to dinner? My treat?"

Felix asked you with a look, fearing that you would accept out of good nature, even if you didn't feel like it, but you stroked the back of his neck to reassure him.

"No problem" you said, smiling. "I'd appreciate a good distraction right now."

"Are we expecting someone else, hyung?" asked Felix, intertwining your hand with his.

"I think I.N mentioned he would be joining later, but the rest of the boys are in our dorm."

The walk to the restaurant was loud and lively, like every time Felix was involved in something, and for a moment you allowed yourself to take in the atmosphere around you. You knew you were a little quiet, and that it wasn't very like you, but you also knew that your boyfriend had commented on how exhausted you were, so you hoped you weren't worrying anyone. The autumn weather was making you sensitive, that was all. Seeing how the light was darker than usual, the trees slowly becoming naked, and the noise the leaves made under your feet when you stepped on them. You loved how cold your face became after a simple walk, compared to the warmth of your body under the layers of coats you had put on it before leaving home. And most of all you loved the mischievous smile Felix would put on when he would take your hand unexpectedly and put it in his coat pocket, trying to give you some heat, just like he was doing at that moment.

He made a surprised face when you made eye contact with him and you let out a soft laugh, clinging to him and whispering an innocent "I love you" in his ear.

The place Chris had led you to was quiet but cozy, and you got the feeling that the owners already knew the boys. Minho was the one who was in charge of choosing what you were going to have for dinner, and between bottles of soju and water, and delicious pieces of grilled meat you enjoyed a time full of laughter and anecdotes. You asked Chris to send you the location of the restaurant later, planning to meet up with your friends sometime in the following week, and decided to wait a bit until I.N. arrived, who entered in a hurry and almost out of breath. Dinner was fun, as it always was when you spent time with Stray Kids, and you were even sad to say goodbye when Felix realized what time it was and announced that he wanted to have you all to himself for the rest of the night.

You left the place still with your fingers intertwined, and decided to walk back to your apartment. There was a light breeze blowing that blew your hair all over, and you laughed when you saw that the same thing had happened to Felix. You tried to comb his hair a little with your free hand, but it was a bit difficult because you were wearing gloves. It didn't matter anyway, because the moment you managed to get the strands out of his face, the wind would undo your work. It was when it started to rain that you started to run like teenagers, while passers-by took the opportunity to find shelter in nearby places. When you got home you were soaked, and you shivered up the stairs. You ran to get blankets and towels, discarding your coats and clothes until you were in your underwear, and when you made sure you both had dry hair, you huddled on the couch under as many blankets as you had, trying to get warm.

With Felix you never needed to have big conversations, although there had been nights when you had gone to sleep in the middle of the night because you had started to ramble on about whatever topic either of you had proposed. It wasn't the first time your boyfriend had said that for him actions were more important than words, so you spent as much time as possible showing him through actions how much you loved him and how much he deserved that love. You knew he didn't expect the night to end this way, and that he thanked you for it.

"Thank you for being the way you are, Lixie" you murmured, sitting up slightly in his arms so you could watch his face.

"Thank you for always being there for me" he replied, looking up at you with a whole universe of stars compressed in his beautiful eyes.

"Rough day?"

"It got better as soon as I saw you together with Minho hyung."

You both smiled, bringing your foreheads together and gently rubbing each other's nose against the other's in a comforting way. This was, without a doubt, your favorite part of any of the four seasons.

seungmin (cheek kiss)

You'd been staying at your boyfriend's dorm for a couple of days, living with him and his three other group members. While they went to work, you were trying to catch up on your college notes from the comfort of the couch, still feeling too sick to attend class and with a stabbing pain in your belly every time the paracetamol stopped working, clear consequences of having missed the bus on a rainy day, walking home soaking wet, and the effects of your period.

Seungmin's manager had advised him not to get too close to you while you were ill, but he, far from listening to him, had simply asked his members if they cared, and upon their refusal had invited you to spend a few days with him in order to observe how your cold was progressing, making sure how you were feeling every second of the day and taking care of you as you deserved. And you, feeling so lonely in your apartment, had not hesitated to pack the essentials in a backpack and ask your brother to take you there.

That afternoon, however, you were alone in the dorm, as usual. Your nerves were eating you alive because a friend of yours had told you that one of your professors was going to upload, through your university's application, the results of your last exam. You had spent weeks preparing for that test, and for the activity that had to be presented on the day of the exam, and your boyfriend had helped you with both. You wanted to get a very good grade to make Seungmin proud of your effort and his own.

But when you opened the message, and saw that you had failed with one of the lowest grades in the class, you froze for a few seconds, not knowing how to react. "The teacher must have made a mistake with another student," you said, out loud, still in disbelief, "It's not possible that all that... I can't have gotten this after all the effort we put in." But after emailing your professor, his response was, if anything, even more hopeless. He told you that he too was surprised by your result, and that he was very disappointed with how you had evolved in the subject.

You threw your phone across the couch and burst into tears, your heart compressed, feeling that nothing you were doing was enough, that it was useless. Eventually the sobs stopped, though you continued to hide under the covers, staring blankly and breathing heavily. And that's how Felix found you when he came home, tired, at six o'clock in the evening, with a shopping bag in each hand, his backpack and an eternal smile on his lips that vanished when he entered the living room and saw that you didn't give it back to him.

As he noticed your figure curled up on the couch and how you were, surrounded by blankets, with teary eyes and remnants of tears on your cheeks, he didn't hesitate to drop everything on the floor and sit next to you, hugging you.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked you, stroking your back comfortingly.

"A bad grade," you explained, between sobs, trying to steady your voice, "Where is everyone?"

"You mean Seungmin, I suppose," he said, and your shy apologetic smile made him continue, "Today he was supposed to record the cover he was preparing, I think he's going to be late."

You stood silently, staring at nothing for a moment, and then wiped away your tears, faking a minimally cheerful face to downplay the situation, and sitting up on the couch, putting the blanket aside.

"It's okay, work is work," you told him, resting your hand on his shoulder and squeezing it affectionately. "Do you want me to help you with those bags, what did you buy?"

Felix's eyes lit up again, still slightly reluctant to move you away from your corner on the couch, but he flashed a smile and told you the latest story that happened between Changbin and Hyunjin, guiding you to the kitchen. You helped him place everything he had bought at the supermarket while he made sure that, for a few minutes, you forgot what had made you so sad. He suggested making brownies to take to practice the next day, and just as he was preparing the ingredients on the counter, you offered to play one of your Spotify playlists. You ended up jokingly discussing some of the songs, and decided to make a playlist from scratch just for when he went into baking mode. He even managed to make you laugh.

And then I.N. and Minho arrived, and while the latter prepared dinner, the former monopolized Felix's attention with questions about the last videogame they had played together with your boyfriend. So you ended up sitting back on the couch, knees drawn up to your chest, rocking as you listened to the youngsters chatting and laughing, with Minho occasionally joining the conversation. And you kept wondering what exactly you were doing there. Living momentarily with those wonderful boys who didn't deserve to have you invading their space, who came home exhausted and didn't need to take care of you if Seungmin wasn't around. They weren't supposed to have that responsibility. God, even Seungmin shouldn't have proposed you to spend a few days with them. You were just acting like a parasite in their house, and they didn't deserve it. When was the last time you paid for something? You were not contributing at all.

With your eyes misty with tears you got up in a hurry, grabbed the keys to your own apartment, where you should have stayed from the beginning, and left. You went downstairs as fast as you could, putting as much distance as you could between you and the dorm, between you and the guys. You had nowhere to go either, really. You didn't feel like going back to your apartment yet, your friends were studying for their last exams, like you should be doing, and you had left your phone on the couch, with your laptop and your notes. God, you hadn't even been able to do that right. You were sure Minho would hate you when he walked into the living room and saw that everything was dirty and full of your stuff. As lucky as you were, you had probably even forgot to throw away the tissues you had used to fight your cold.

You began to wander around the city, regretting not having thought things through before running away, because the temperature had begun to drop with the arrival of night, and you were only wearing your sweatpants and Seungmin's hoddie over them. The painkiller was wearing off, intensifying your abdominal pain, and to top it off, you were really hungry. You ended up accepting the fact that it would be better to go home now. You needed to feed yourself, take a warm shower and get into bed, because after wandering the streets of Seoul, your cold would probably have gotten worse. You got up from the swing where you had decided to stop to rest for a while, and left the park, trying to find the street you were on and the quickest way home.

You felt your hands deathly cold against the fabric of your hoodie, and even colder against the metal of your keys, as you tried to open the door. Each step was an effort, and after you struggled with the lock, you were almost out of breath. Still, as you closed the door you leaned against it and sighed, feeling the weight of your decisions on your shoulders.

"YN?" you heard from the living room.

You frowned as you recognized the voice and hurried to the living room, bumping into your boyfriend halfway.

"Seungmin? What are you doing here?"

He grabbed your arms to steady you both and frowned.

"Why aren't you at home? Felix texted me super worried because when he arrived you were crying on the couch but you didn't want to talk about it with anyone and I finished the recording as soon as possible to..."

"That's not my home" you whispered, unable to hold his gaze.

"What?"

"That's not my home, Seungmin" you repeated, somewhat louder, and sniffled.

"Sure it is" he replied, running his gaze over your features.

"No" you mumbled, whimpering again, noticing how a shiver ran down your back.

"Hey, hey, come on, love, of course it's your home" he told you, softening his voice. "I live there, and you're more than welcome to come over anytime. The boys love you, you know that. And my room and the living room is full of your stuff!"

"That's the problem!"

You let out a sob, and rested your head on his shoulder, unable to continue sharing your thoughts. You felt Seungmin wrap his arms around you, and you took refuge in them, absorbing his warmth.

“Listen, love, we'd better talk about it after a shower, okay? You're burning up, and I'm sure you're hungry."

You nodded, still not looking at him, and let him guide you. Your boyfriend let you curl up under a blanket on the couch while he prepared the bathtub for you. Then he helped you up, carrying you to the bathroom and taking off your clothes. And you trusted him your safety, eyes closed, until you felt your body being submerged in warm water. You let out a shaky sigh, feeling better, and listened as he opened the shampoo bottle, then immediately felt his long fingers massaging your scalp.

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to," he began, his voice like a lullaby, "because I know it's hard to express certain things. But I think I know how you feel, and let me tell you one thing: you don't bother them, you don't bother us. Just because the boys and I trust each other so much or fit in so well doesn't mean that we don't need you, that we don't miss you when you're not around. Especially me, love. You are my favorite person. I would give everything for you, and that's why if I have a choice, when you are unwell, and even when you are well, I like to come home and see you there. You always greet me with a smile, and you automatically make my day. If you really don't want to be there because you feel uncomfortable, I'll help you bring your things here tomorrow. But if it's because you feel you don't fit in, or because you think you're a burden, believe me we don't see it that way at all. Felix knows you only do playlists with him, every time you ask him for music recommendations, he gets very excited. Minho loves to feed you because he loves the constructive criticism you give him. And he is very grateful when you offer to clean the kitchen for him, because he is very tired lately. And Jeongin trusts very few people to take good photos of him. He almost always posts the ones you take of him. You are important, YN. And you are loved. I love you. You can't imagine how much."

"I love you too" you managed to say, between sobs. At that point, the shampoo was long forgotten, and there was only record of the silence that enveloped you as you both looked into each other's eyes: he with the intensity of the one who intends to communicate with his gaze that which resides in his soul, you with the tears that show that you have opened your heart to his every word, and let them envelop you completely. "Thank you."

Seungmin sighs, sketching a smile of relief, now that he knows you are already feeling somewhat better, and strokes your cheek with his soapy hand. You close your eyes against his velvety, slippery touch, and feel his lips brush your other cheek, in a kiss as light as a butterfly.

i.n (peck)

It was odd for both of you to argue, or be mad at each other. He was in the stressful period of preparation before a comeback, with enough time to just breathe, and he had found space for you in his last free afternoon, discarding the idea of taking a break to be with you. And as a matter of destiny, just as you were about to sit down on the couch in your apartment to watch your Friday movie, enjoying each other's company, your mother called you.

The thing is, your sister was getting married. The ceremony was coming up soon, and you had confirmed your attendance, of course, but you only said you were bringing a friend –a male friend–, and your mother was curious about whether that boy was a posible boyfriend or not. The problem was that your parents didn't know you had a boyfriend, and you weren’t sure if you wanted them to. You hadn't found the right time to say anything about it, and you didn't have a great relationship with your parents anyway, so it wasn't something you had the need to tell. But obviously you wanted Jeongin to accompany you in such a nice and special moment, so when your mother asked you about who you were going to bring, you simply replied "Mm, all you have to know is that my friend’s name is Jeongin."

You didn't think much of it –not that you knew he was listening, since you had gone back to the kitchen to chat with your mother while he went to the living room– but since then, the maknae's smile faded and he adopted a somewhat absent demeanor for the rest of the evening. You didn't notice it because neither of you were big fans of skinship and you were curled up on one end of the couch under a blanket. He had crossed his arms at the other end, but due to the movie you both were watching was so interesting your eyes were fixed on the screen, absorbing every possible detail in an attempt to try to unravel the ending of the thriller before the story itself revealed it. You bent down often to pick up some candies that you and Jeongin had left on the table after dinner, and when you offered one to your boyfriend and he completely ignored you, you stared at him with a confused look on your face.

"Baby," you murmured, moving slightly closer to him, still holding the small package of Korean sweets, running your gaze over his features, "would you like one of these?"

Jeongin remained silent, eyes focused on the plot unfolding in front of you, and you frowned as you realized that it hadn't been a mistake, it wasn't that he hadn't listened to you, but that he was completely ignoring you. You decided to play for a while longer, just to assess how serious the situation was, and sat down next to him, shoulder to shoulder. You swung your legs up, placing them in his lap, and then rested your head on his shoulder, pulling the plastic off the candy and eating it noisily. Suddenly you had lost all interest in the movie. You'd have time to watch it again, some other time. After a few minutes you gave him a sideye glance, but he seemed really focused on refusing any kind of interaction with you.

You sighed, making a ball with the candy wrapper and tried to throw it on the table. Of course, you failed. You decided to change tactics, and posture, and rested all the weight of your body on his legs, trying to make it as uncomfortable as possible for him, but managing to accommodate yourself in such a way that you ended up practically on his lap, with your head resting on his arms. You couldn't deny that it would have been more convenient for you if your boyfriend didn't have his arms crossed, but he seemed to be aware of this fact as well, and tensed them on purpose.

In this silent war, which you had every intention of winning, you had an enemy of great strength. You had tried rolling over him, making noise while eating and making noise with the candy wrappers (so much so that you even felt reluctant to eat candy in the near future because you had had enough of it), you had gotten up, walked past the TV, gone to your room to change into something more provocative and even tried watching tiktoks at full volume. Nothing was working: the only sign of life on I.N's part was his blinking and the soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. You were beginning to get impatient, and to take it more personally. What was it that you had done that had offended him so much?

"Love" you tried, breaking the silence.

There was no response.

"Jeongin?" you called out to him, resting your hand on his arm, and moving it.

He remained hermetic, and your patience, which had been running out for a while, reached a critical point. You picked up the remote control and stopped the movie, standing in front of the TV with a frown on your face and your arms just as crossed as his were.

"What's your problem?"

"I was watching the movie" he looked up to look you in the eye, with that fox gaze that characterized him so much. The thing was, this time he hadn't softened it, as he did every time he saw you, but it was still as sharp as a dagger, as if you were just strangers in a bar.

"I don't care about the movie" you replied, trying to decipher the source of his behavior, "What's wrong with you?"

Jeongin looked away, and mumbled something between his teeth that you failed to understand.

"What?"

"Go ask your 'friend Jeongin', I'm sure he knows. That’s what I said"

You kept silent, trying to puzzle out his words, until you remembered the phrase you had used in the previous phone call, when your mother had once again tried to use her charms to pressure you into revealing the identity of your male friend. And you smiled. You hid the curve of your lips almost immediately, because if your boyfriend had reacted that way it was because it had really affected him, and you didn't want him to misundertand your reaction. You straddled his lap and, with great effort, got him to uncross his arms and put them around your waist.

"Do you want to know who the caller was?" you asked him, using a gentle tone, resting your hands on his shoulders and massaging that area, trying to help him stop tensing his body.

He nodded, finally looking you in the eye, sulking, which made you pout.

"Ever since my sister invited us to her wedding and I told her that I would be bringing a date, my mother has taken it for granted that I have a boyfriend and wants to meet you, to know who you are" you began, sighing at your mother's behavior, "Knowing her, she'll direct all the attention my sister deserves towards me, just because I've gotten a date. And I don't want to ruin my sister's day over a silly thing. I told her you were my friend because I know she will insist me on asking you out, but only when she’s alone with me. That way there won't be any public comments with unknown intentions. I'm not ashamed of you, my love, and I'm really sorry if it gave you that feeling."

Now you did let out a chuckle as you noticed the blush that had been spreading across your boyfriend's cheeks and ears as you spoke. He covered his cheeks with his hands, and you pressed your forehead to his lovingly, still giggling slightly, loving his reaction. You rested your hands on his and leaned in to bring your lips together in a chaste kiss. And then you had an idea.

"W-what are you doing?" your boyfriend inquired, watching as you managed to reach your cell phone on the other end of the couch.

You put your index finger to his lips as you unlocked the phone, shushing him, and searching for your sister's contact. You sent her a short message making sure she had a moment for you, while your boyfriend admired your face of absolute concentration, still wondering what you were up to. Then you smiled as you read your sister's reply, and hit the video call icon instantly.

"YN! How's everything over there?"

Jeongin's eyes went wide as he recognized the voice, and he looked at you with a panicked gesture, tensing up underneath you.

"Hello, sis! I wanted to tell you something about the wedding" you announced, triumphantly.

"Oh, no," she protested, pouting, "Mom's being a pain again? I'm terribly sorry, I warned her not to be like that, but she's just so excited."

"It does have to do with mom, but it's nothing bad, don't worry" you told her, alternating your gaze between the screen and your boyfriend. "Remember when I confirmed attendance?"

"Mm-hm," he nodded, thinking about the answer, "two people and no allergies, right?"

"Right" you affirmed, noticing how your boyfriend anticipated your intentions and cringed. "I told you and mom I was going to bring my friend Jeongin."

"Wait- you're not bringing your friend after all? You're bringing a boyfriend!" she accused you, excitedly.

"More or less, yeah haha. Jeongin is my boyfriend, actually. We've been together for almost a year, and we've been living together for a few months now. I wanted someone to know it there, but mom can't find out."

"Phew, you're telling me. We wouldn't hear the end of it in our lifetime" she concurred. "And tell me, do you have your Romeo around? Or can I gossip how do you two..."

"He's here!" you hurriedly announced, cutting your sister off in the middle of her sentence, a sentence whose end you didn't even want to hear, and moved until you were sitting shoulder to shoulder with him again, making him appear in the video call too. "Jeongin, this is my sister. Sis, Jeongin, my boyfriend."

"Hi, noona," he said to her, still embarrassed, but with his trademark bright smile shining on his face.

"Hi, Jeongin!" she replied, with the energy she had always had. "I have to go now, but I hope I can see you before the wedding. Although if we can't, I hope you guys have a great time!!"

You hung up, and looked at your boyfriend with a smile on your lips, teasing him a little at how tense he had been the entire call.

"You had nothing to worry about, I wasn't going to make a fool of you."

Jeongin rolled his eyes and pulled you back onto his lap.

"You love to make a fool of me."

You couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, noticing how your heart shrank at the truth you had just discovered: you were very much in love with this boy. And, knowing that this whole situation had happened because of your sister's wedding, you obviated the thought that at some point in the future, you didn't know when, you would be more than willing to marry him.

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hyunjin x m!reader

‘The One & Only’ Part 1*

summary: Through mutual friends, reader and Hyunjin form a strong connection, though the process seems rather slow. A slight crush may turn into something more with the help of others.

( part 1, college student AU, pre-fame, slowburn, confused feelings, etc. my first fanfic pls b nice! )

emoji code:

🌿 ( long story/series )

🧸 ( light fluff, slowburn )

🪐 ( kinda an AU, students )

☁️ ( stands for y/n )

likes, comments, & reblogs r appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Footsteps echoed through the hallway as two students steadily walked side by side. Light blue tiles reflected the ceiling’s studio lights with beige walls displaying posters and large picture frames. A few feet ahead of the students, a pair of large, clear doors were open, revealing a great distance of field. Students sat around black tables or picnic blankets, most groups conversing amongst themselves. A small, white wall confined this outdoor area, the trees’ shade a seemingly popular destination. Time stopped as the students curiously turned their heads, eyes narrowing as they spotted the one and only.

Hwang Hyunjin was well known amongst most of the university body, even being referred to as a campus celebrity on some occasions. His inimitable sense of aesthetic and his model-like looks were topics of conversation for many; It was hard to miss him. Although he wasn’t on a sports team or apart of many clubs, he was extremely popular through his dancing videos, many of which had gone viral. Due to his notoriety, rumors resulted in many people thinking of him as stuck-up, some believing him to ignore and look down upon other students. Despite this, Hyunjin still had many friends, but he considered them to be more of acquaintances. He hung out with lots of people, and enjoyed it, though he was never separated from his true friends; one of which was Lee Felix.

Lee Felix was the school’s sweetheart, and everyone knew it. He was kind, collected, and empathic no matter the person, place, or situation. His energy was always warm, and he was adored not only by the students, but by the professors and staff as well. The school’s sweetheart was playful and a bit nerdy, though very few saw that side of him. Felix met Hyunjin in their first semester through a friend, BangChan, and the two clicked pretty quickly. Felix was able to understand and match Hyunjin’s humor, while Hyunjin felt comfortable enough around Felix to express himself without fear of judgement or social pressure.

On a sunny, yet breezy friday in the middle of January, Felix walked through the bright green grass. Spotting two of his friends at the farthest table, closest to the brick wall, he waved his hand high in the air. ☁️ noticed him, waving back as Felix practically skipped over to the table. ☁️ watched as the ice-pop dripped drops of blue and pink onto the group as he walked.

Across from ☁️, a boy he met a few weeks ago, BangChan (or Chris, as Felix called him) was bored and scrolling on his phone. He occasionally looked up, either to make small talk with the boy across from him, or stare out into the grassy fields behind the wall. Aimlessly looking between the other tables, and the huge university building in the distance, ☁️ rested his head in his hands with his elbows planted onto the table. Hyunjin followed behind Felix and sat next to BangChan, greeting him with a hand shake directly after. Felix sat next to ☁️, smiling as he showed him his half-eaten ice pop. Hyunjin turned to face ☁️, who was diagonal to him, ☁️ noticing and then giving his attention to the boy.

“I’ve heard of you, what’s your name again?” Hyunjin asked, seemingly emotionless. Felix looked up from his ice pop and looked at Hyunjin, the two locking eyes for less than a second.

“☁️,” The boy responded, giving Hyunjin a smile as he propped himself up and out of his hands.

“Oh.. I’m Hyunjin. It’s nice to meet you.”

☁️ assumed Hyunjin was just being polite despite the awkwardness, and wasn’t actually interested. He could feel Felix’s gaze switching between the two as their conversation continued.

“It’s nice to meet you too. I’ve heard a lot about you as well.” ☁️ smirked as he finished his sentence, not realizing that Hyunjin would take it the wrong way. He watched as Hyunjin frowned turned to look at Felix, the sun no longer reflecting off the side of his face. Opening his mouth slightly to speak, he hesitated. “Ah.. well, whatever you heard-”

“Don’t worry, he knows. We’ve.. talked about you quite often.” Felix interrupted. Felix looked from Hyunjin to ☁️, his lips forming a sympathetic smile. ☁️ nodded and looked back at Hyunjin, who sighed heavily.

“Oh, okay.. have you heard about what people say?”

☁️ nodded again. “I don’t pay it mind.”

Hyunjin forced a smile, looking from ☁️ to Felix, Felix’s furrowing as he smiled back. BangChan looked up from his phone to the three boys sitting at the table.

“You two haven’t met yet? We’ve been around each other on a few occasions..”

He looked tired, but BangChan was involved in everything. He helped coordinate events, was involved in the student council, and so on. Although he kept a “lowkey” profile, most people knew who he was. He had been friends with Felix since forever, but had befriended Hyunjin a month or two ago. ☁️ met BangChan through Felix towards the beginning of the semester, but had been friends with Felix for a few months now. The two became extremely close in recent days.

“I got an ice pop.” Felix said, breaking the silence as ☁️ thought to himself. The boy next to him held up the wooden stick, with a small chunk of ice pop still hanging on. Hyunjin and ☁️ looked at him and laughed.

“Okay.. anyways, what do you guys want to do today? It’s Friday, so I’m pretty sure most of our classes are done early.” Bangchan asked, him then placing his phone in his pocket. Even though ☁️ has been joining Felix while he spent time with friends or did afterschool activities with others, he still felt that he didn’t know who Felix’s crowd consisted of. ☁️ snapped back from his thoughts as Hyunjin spoke.

“You could come over to my place, and we could watch movies or swim in my pool.. I could also make you guys food or something.” Hyunjin thought out loud. He looked at ☁️ , who looked back, curious as to if this thought was new or premeditated. ☁️ saw this as an opportunity to get to know the other boys better, regardless.

“I’m okay with that.” ☁️ stated, smiling. He nudged Felix and looked at Bangchan, both of which agreed.

“I don’t think I’m busy, you and I can work on that film project then.” BangChan nodded to Hyunjin, who nodded back to him.

“Alright, you guys could stay over too. I’ve been home alone for a while, and I know that my house is far.”

“After my last class, I’ll go home and pack some stuff for us. When would you like us over?” Felix is so cute i love that man. Hyunjin shrugged.

“Whenever you want to come, I don’t care. My parents won’t be home for a few days so..”

“You’re sure they won’t mind?” Bangchan asked biting his lip. Hyunjin laughed and looked at Felix and ☁️.

“It’s not like they’re gonna know anyways.”

Bangchan sighed and rested his elbows on the table. “I’ll come around 7 pm, but I can pick you two up before then. Sound good?” He pointed at Felix and ☁️, both of which nodded without thinking twice.

“Alright, what do you guys wanna do?” Felix said with lots of excitement in his voice, him then looking at his phone. ☁️ assumed he forgot about the question he just asked as he watched felix stand up. Felix walked away from the table with a popsicle stick and wrapper, leaving his phone next to ☁️. An alarm titled “Go to Communications Class” buzzed as the three watched him power walk back to the table.

“Walk with me to class, guys.” Felix said as tugged at ☁️’s top.

Hurrying, the four grabbed their bags and walked through the grass to the closest school doors.

“See you on Wednesday!”

☁️ waved goodbye to the classmates at his table and was the first to walk out. Hyunjin leaned against the wall directly in front of ☁️’s classroom door. The two locked eyes as ☁️ took a few steps away from the door as to not block other people’s path. Hyunjin held out his hand as a hello and walked towards him, ☁️ waving back a bit confused. The two muttered a soft “hey” to the other.

“So, Chan told me to wait outside of your class so we could meet with him at the parking lot.”

“Okay, are you ready?”

Hyunjin nodded, the two beginning down a hallway towards the staircase, which lead to the bottom floor. Students entered and left through the closest set of doors coherently, as if the bottom floor was a highway.

☁️ felt a cool breeze race across his face as he stepped onto the outdoor patio. The sky was now filled with small clumps of overcast, just enough to block the sun for a few seconds at a time. The two walked down the stone path onto fresh grass.

☁️ could feel Hyunjin’s eyes look down on him as they walked, the two catching each other’s gaze and smiling in the seconds after. Both remained silent in their walk from the university building and through the grass. They approached the highly funded outdoor garden, side by side past a small path lined by large bushes, patches of flowers, and small trees. Felix and Bangchan became visible in the distance after a few minutes, the two waiting patiently at their usual meeting place: a secluded black lamppost beside a stone trail, which began at the end of the garden’s. The meeting spot’s only difference between today and other days, was the appearance of Hyunjin, not that ☁️ minded at all.

“It took you guys much quicker than I thought it would.” Bangchan commented, partially as a greeting. Felix looked up from his phone and then waved.

“I just followed him.”

Hyunjin discreetly pointed at ☁️, who looked up at him.

“I thought you knew where you were going,” ☁️ smiled, “He walked ahead of me for most of the trip over here.”

“Noo, that’s exaggerating- I was walking right next to you.” Hyunjin chuckled, but BangChan was visibly distracted by the grey clouds lingering above. “I think it’s going to rain soon, we should get going. I don’t want you two to get caught in the rain again.” Chan pointed to Felix, and then to ☁️, who rolled his eyes. Felix walked over to ☁️ and wrapped his arms around the boy’s body, him then squeezing hard.

“Come on ☁️, let’s not get caught in the rain!” Felix said mocking Chan as he began to walk with the boy still in his arms. He rested his head into ☁️’s neck as he shuffled with him, resulting in laughter from Hyunjin and BangChan.

☁️ muttered, but accepted his fate. Felix softly letting him go with a chuckle. The four then continued down the short stone path to the parking lot, where BangChan and Hyunjin had their cars parked.

Hyunjin began to walk away from the group of three. “I’ll see you guys later, then?

“Yup, I have your address. Is 6’ okay, though? I think it’s supposed to rain pretty bad tonight.” Chan responded. After Hyunjin nodded, the two waved, Chan then parting ways and walking to his car. Felix and ☁️ were already there, play fighting between the few surrounding vehicles. “You guys better not hit my car!” Chan said, loud enough for them to hear and conclude their antics. The three jumped into the vehicle and departed. Felix and ☁️ still giggling to each other in the backseat. Chan sighed, looking into his rear view mirror.

“You two are lucky you live next to each other.”

The ceiling felt so far away as ☁️ laid on his bedroom floor. Showered, ready, and tired of waiting, he dragged his packed bag next to him. He sat up and made sure he had everything he needed: pajamas (sweatpants and old shirt), skincare products and a headband, a charger, and slippers. From on the bed beside him, a buzzing sound caught ☁️’s attention. Chan was calling.

“☁️, I’m here! Sorry to keep you waiting, I was instructed to grab ingredients for later.”

“It’s okay, I’ll come out now.”

☁️ shut off his lamp light and ran out the door, his hefty bag thumping against his body. A stong rainfall filled the atmosphere, almost to the point where it was hard to see in front of you. The combination of gray skies, dark green trees, and the consistent tap of droplets against the car window made for a peaceful evening in the neighborhood.

“Where’s Felix?” ☁️ asked as he settled in the front seat, the semi-wet bag resting on top of his legs. He looked over to the driver, who wore a tight, black knit sweater and loose jeans.

“Eh, he said he wouldn’t mind just running over to your house, but I wasn’t going to make him do all that in this storm. It began raining much earlier and harder than the weather app said it would.”

Chan and ☁️ quickly arrived in front of Felix’s place, watching as the boy ran to the car with two large bags his hands. Felix jumped into the backseat as ☁️ helped him place his bags on the floor from the front. He wore a striped vest of browns and baby blues with a long sleeve shirt under. His light blue jeans were now damp.

The drive from Felix’s house was smooth and scenic. Hyunjin lived in a community about 10 minutes north, so ☁️ rested his head back and closed his eyes until they arrived. His stomach began sinking thinking about Hyunjin; just like everyone else, ☁️ had an innocent crush on the boy. Recalling how awkward Hyunjin was at the lunch table, he decided it was best to see him as nothing but a friend. The two didn’t really know each other anyway.

The ride took longer than ☁️ anticipated, not that he cared all that much. The trio arrived to a modern-looking house in the middle of nowhere, japanese hackberry trees surrounding the home and road. Felix took initiative to text Hyunjin, stating that “we didn’t swerve off the road!” with a “we’re outside” following right behind. Chan pulled his car into the driveway, the garage door opening as soon as he stopped. Hyunjin appeared from under it, him crouching and waving his hand hello. After the door was more than halfway up, the car was pulled in and the three hopped out.

“Thanks for being our storm shelter.” Felix said as he struggled with the two bags in his arms. Hyunjin hurried over to take one from him, laughing at the boy. He wore a large black hoodie with tan cargo pants and slippers.

“It’s nice to finally have people over.”

Hyunjin walked through a dark hallway while the three followed behind him. Light eventually appeared from an entrance in the distance, everyone walking through the entryway and into a massive kitchen. Studio lights illuminated the beige accent against the kitchen’s dark brown marble appliances. Felix and Hyunjin softly placed the bags on the island table.

“Your kitchen is really nice,” ☁️ said, thinking out loud. He placed his bag on a chair and leaned on the island. Hyunjin smiled at him, then turning his attention to Chan and Felix. “Let me show you guys to your room quickly.”

“You sure you’re okay with us spending the night?” Chan asked, shuffling behind Hyunjin. Felix grabbed one of his bags and followed the two. ☁️ looked around as their voices faded away. He walked over to the bag Felix left behind, it full of groceries. Felix mentioned he had wanted to bake something while they were together, but ☁️ wasn’t so confident in their baking abilities. He pulled everything out, slowly setting the items out in a line across the island. As he finished, the trio’s footsteps interrupted the silence.

“☁️, let me show you to your room.”

Hyunjin walked over to ☁️’s bag and threw it over his shoulder. Thanking him, ☁️ followed Hyunjin back into the hall, this time walking towards the end. A flight of steps appeared through the dimness, natural lighting emerging from the top. The two remained quiet as they walked up the steps, and into the nearest room to the left. The room was huge, with two rectangular windows on the opposing side’s gray walls. The curtains were tucked to the corners of both, revealing light gray skies and streams of water droplets. The bed had tones of grey sheets and was towards the far right, in between a dark gray nightstand and dresser. The room was minimalistic and somewhat organized. ☁️ watched from the doorframe as Hyunjin walked in and placed his bag on the bed, ☁️ then trudging over and sitting next to it. He looked around, noticing a backpack and computer on the dark gray desk across the room. Above the desk, two wall-mounted shelves held action figures and small plushies. ☁️ snapped back to reality when Hyunjin sat on the bed too, the large bag now in between them.

“Will this be alright? If you want another room, I can let you sleep in my parent’s.” Hyunjin looked over to ☁️, who titled his head to look back at him.

“Who’s room is this?” ☁️ narrowed his eyes at Hyunjin, who was caught a bit off-guard by the question.

“It’s mine.”

“Then, where are you sleeping?”

“I thought I would just sleep on the couch, I really don’t mind-”

“I.. can’t do that, I’d feel awful to kick you out of your own room.” ☁️ shook his head and stood up, grabbing the strap of his bag. Hyunjin stood up too, holding his hand up to stop the boy from grabbing the bag.

“You’re the guest, I really don’t mind. The couch is really not that bad.”

☁️ grabbed his bag and took a few steps toward the door. “I’m not kicking you out of your room-”

Hyunjin grabbed ☁️’s arm and stopped him in his tracks. “☁️, I don’t have a problem with it.. Please, leave your stuff here and take the room.”

Hyunjin’s face was lowered so that he could stare into ☁️’s eyes. The boy’s head was turned to face Hyunjin’s as the two stood in silence, the only noise being their breath and the frequent taps of raindrops against the window.

Finally, ☁️ nodded, resulting in Hyunjin’s grasp being released. Hyunjin watched as ☁️ walked back to the bed, not knowing the boy’s entire body went hot from his touch. Letting the bag slip off his shoulder, part of ☁️ wanted to volunteer himself to Hyunjin’s parent’s room. He contemplated, but ultimately felt as though that’d be awkward. Another part of him wanted to propose the two of them sleep in the same bed, but that was risky considering it could make things a lot more awkward. ☁️ didn’t know if Hyunjin felt that way about him, or if he was into men in general. He decided to just leave it alone.

“Thank you, I really don’t want to make you sleep on the couch, though.”

“We’ll see what happens.” Hyunjin replied softly. ☁️ didn’t know what he meant, but nodded in understanding anyway. Hyunjin held his hand out, signaling ☁️ to make his way out the room and back toward the kitchen. ☁️ bashfully smiled and began down the hallway and then the steps, Hyunjin directly behind him. Felix and Chan had already begun their baking project, with bowls and pans on the island. Felix put some of the ingredients back into the fridge as Chan mixed a powdery substance in a clear bowl. Chan looked up as the two stepped into the kitchen.

“What took you guys so long?”

Felix poked his head out from behind the metallic fridge door. “We figured we would start while we waited, hope you guys don’t mind.”

“We were only gone for a minute.” Hyunjin responded, smiling. Chan raised an eyebrow as he mixed, mouthing a sarcastic “ooookaayyy.” ☁️ rolled his eyes and smiled, walking over to Felix.

“What do you need us to do, Felix?” ☁️ asked as he leaned on the fridge door. Felix looked up, grabbing a carton of eggs and milk and handing it to the boy. “Can you take this over so we can put it in the mix? Also Hyunjin, can you take over for Chan?”

Hyunjin walked over to Chan, rolling his sleeves up. His eyebrows furrowed in disgust as he grabbed the wisk from Chan.

“Thanks, my arms were starting to hurt… wait why’re you making that face? You’re just crushing the flour, baking powder, and sugar clumps up before we add everything else.” Chan laughed at his friend, ☁️ placing the next ingredients beside the two. “Do you want me to take it over, and you can put the stuff in?” ☁️ asked, which immediately resulted in Hyunjin’s face returning to an expressionless state.

“I think that’d be worse, he doesn’t like egg yolk.” Chan said, laughing again. Hyunjin smiled and shook his head. “It’s okay, I don’t mind doing this.”

Felix closed the fridge door and sat in a seat a few feet from ☁️ and Hyunjin, watching as they measured, poured, and mixed side by side. Chan snuck pictures of the two together, him then taking selfies of him and Felix per Felix’s request. The pairs rotated positions every few minutes until Felix deemed the batter ready. As Chan preheated the oven, ☁️ carried a pan over to Felix. Him carefully pouring, the four watched from behind as Felix placed the empty bowl down, and the pan in the oven.

“All done.” Felix smiled. “Now we wait.”

“Well, what do you guys want to do in the meantime?” Hyunjin asked from the other side of the island. ☁️ looked over to him, noticing how the warm-toned ceiling lights clashed against the natural light’s cool tones against his skin. ☁️ looked over to the window, the clouds slowly becoming darker as night took over day.

“Do you have any games?” Felix asked, turning his head from the oven to face the boy.

“Hmm, I think so.”

Hyunjin stood up and walked out of the kitchen, the three following him into a dark room. Flicking a switch, the room became illuminated in baby blue tones by a gradient chandler. Hyunjin’s living room was spacious and comfortable, ☁️ noticing a large, dark blue conversation pit at the other end of the room. ☁️ walked over to it, carefully stepping in and sitting down. Felix followed this action as Chan stood above them, waiting for Hyunjin to look through shelves of a white bookcase. After a few seconds, he pulled out two boxes, announcing “This is all we have here.”

He handed a box to Chan, showing Felix and ☁️ the other. “Charades sounds fun, what’s the other?” Felix asked, Chan holding the box on its side for them. “It’s Twister, not sure how I feel about this one.”

Felix looked at ☁️, and then to Hyunjin. “Twister it is! Let’s set it up down here.” Felix said smiling as he jumped up to take the box from Chan. “Oh, so you want me to break my back.” Chan sighed, wrapping his arms around Felix and then leaning onto him.

“Why don’t I be referee?” Chan questioned, sighing once again. Felix mouthed a “no!” and flicked the spinner provokingly. ☁️ smiled. “I’ll catch you if you fall, don’t worry.”

Chan walked over walked over to the plastic mat and placed his feet on the middle two squares (yellow and blue). “You two go on that side.” He pointed. ☁️ stood on the yellow and green circles as Hyunjin stood to his left (on the red and blue circles). Felix flicked the spinner.

“Right hand on yellow.”

The three boys leaned forward, crouching as they placed their hands down. Chan nervously laughed as he waited for the next spin.

“Left hand on red.”

“Are you trying to kill me?” ☁️ asked, almost seriously. He looked over to Hyunjin to see how he would navigate the new instruction.

“Here, I’m going to place my hand on the third one up, you place yours on the second.” Hyunjin suggested, pointing at the circles to the left.

“Don’t help each other, it’s going to take longer.” Chan joked as he struggled to keep himself up.

☁️ whispered a ‘thank you’ as he rotated his body to face the left, crouching down to reach the red side. His left foot still on yellow while his right foot’s on green, the position became slightly more comfortable as he leaned on his toes. He felt Hyunjin’s sweater brush against his back as the boy reached down as well. Hyunjin whispered a ‘sorry,’ resulting in a very flustered ☁️ getting down lower to give him room. The two somewhat formed a plus sign with their bodies at this point, Hyunjin’s breath becoming heavy.

“Left hand on green.”

The three boys on the mat groaned as they repositioned themselves. “Is it okay if I put my hand here?” Hyunjin asked, slowly moving his hand past ☁️’s cheek to reach the green row. Now in a comfortable position, the boy noticed that Hyunjin’s face was inches next to his. He became flustered, trying to hide a bashful expression. Hyunjin turned his face to ☁️, smiling with a red tint filling his cheeks. He mouthed another ‘sorry.’

“Left foot on blue.”

Chan laughed out loud again as he now had two feet on blue and twisted his torso to reach the yellow and green circles. Hyunjin and ☁️ looked at each other nervously.

“Felix! Are you doing this on purpose?” ☁️ asked, not moving yet. Hyunjin didn’t move either.

“No, not at all, I’m flicking! See!” Felix responded, laughing. He shook the spinner to show them, though it wasn’t really convincing anyone.

“Okay, how are we gonna do this..” ☁️ half-asked Hyunjin as he tried making up his own mind.

“So, I’m going to put my leg on the third one and crouch down, so you can place your arms over.”

Hyunjin nodded and placed his foot on the second blue circle. ☁️ felt Hyunjin’s body crash into his, assuming that he fell as his chest was now directly against ☁️’s back. The boy held his breath as Chan and Felix looked at each other, trying not to laugh.

“I’m so sorry..” Hyunjin murmured, his chin now resting on ☁️’s shoulder. ☁️ choked on his words but managed something witty to calm himself. “Apologize when you knock the both of us down and make Chan win.”

“Right foot on yellow.”

“I didn’t hear you flick it.” ☁️ sighed and looked at Chan, who turned his head to face Felix.

“I did!”

☁️ placed his right foot in front of Hyunjin, as Hyunjin placed his foot behind ☁️’s body.

“Somebody fall.” Chan said as he struggled.

“You first.” ☁️ responded, smiling.

☁️ heard a flick. “Left hand on red.”

“See! You cheater!”

“I was flicking the whole time~” Felix smiled teasingly.

☁️ carefully lifted his arm and placed his hand past Hyunjin’s waist without looking over. His back now faced the boy’s torso. Hyunjin tried to turn his body but his hand slipped backwards, resulting in him kicking one of ☁️’s legs out. The boy fell directly onto Hyunjin’s abdomen, the two lying there in defeat. ☁️ lifted his head up and turned it quickly to scowl at Hyunjin.

“I’m.. so sorry.” Hyunjin said after lifting his head and upper body from the ground. He slowly ran a hand through his hair as an action of apology, though a smirk formed on his face when he saw ☁️ lying in between his legs, glaring menacingly. “Hey, I said sorry.”

Hyunjin laughed as he placed his hand under ☁️’s shoulder, lifting it so that the boy’s upper body was completely off of the ground as well. ☁️ sat on his feet. “You let him win.” he fake pouted, pointing at Chan, who was already standing.

“I guess that means extra cake for me.” The winner laughed.

“I can’t believe you not only let Chris last that long, but win.” Felix said, still giggling as he recalled watching the two boys fall.

☁️ turned his head to look at Hyunjin, the two locking eyes for a few seconds, though to ☁️, it felt like forever. He felt his stomach drop as he stared into the boy’s beady eyes. The bright light from the window behind wrapped around Hyunjin’s figure, almost as though he was heaven-sent. ☁️ came to the realization that Hyunjin was, in fact, still a crush.

“Hey, can you help me fold this.”

Chan had the mat by the edges, watching curiously as the two boys in front of him broke their gaze of each other. Hyunjin jumped up, grabbing the opposing end of the mat as ☁️ walked over to Felix.

“Is the cake done yet?”

Felix checked his phone. “38 seconds left. You guys finished just in time!” He said in a high pitched voice, teasing Hyunjin and ☁️ again.

“What exactly are we celebrating, again?” ☁️ asked as he spread cocoa flavored icing across the cake, which now sat on a large glass plate.

“We just made a cake. For no particular reason.” Felix shrugged, not taking his eyes off of the butter knife ☁️ was using.

Hyunjin brought a bowl of berries from the fridge and sat them in front of Chan. Picking at the berries alongside him, Hyunjin pulled out a chair and sat. Since the Twister game, ☁️ and Hyunjin had been making eye contact frequently. ☁️ wasn’t sure why or what it meant, but he couldn’t help but smile whenever it happened. Chan and Felix noticed, their eyes talking to each other as they silently agreed to break the ice.

“So ☁️, have you met anybody at the university?” ☁️ carefully handed the knife to Felix, then turned to face Chan. ☁️ figured he was referring to something specific, but wanted to play dumb.

“Yes, I met you guys. I’m glad we’re all friends.”

Chan and Felix anxiously glanced at each other, Chan preparing to word his question. Hyunjin glared at the two.

“I’m.. very glad that we became friends too, but I meant more so, as in.. a partner.”

☁️ mouthed an “oh” and shook his head. He looked down at the cake. “No partner,” he responded, looking back at Chan. “Why do you ask?”

Chan looked at Hyunjin, who furrowed his eyebrows. “How about you?”

Hyunjin shook his head, shy as he was now put on the spot.

“Well, that’s okay.” Chan shrugged, now seemingly feeling awkward for asking. He looked at Felix for help.

“Why don’t we play matchmaker while we eat the cake?” Felix suggested as he cut a slice out of it. Placing the piece on a paper plate, he quickly distributed slices. ☁️ glanced at Hyunjin, accidentally making eye contact with him again. “What about you two? Are you seeing anybody?”

“Oh, it’s not about us. We planned this get-together so.. now it’s your guy’s turn to...”

“Get together?” Hyunjin said, lifting an eyebrow. His eye twitched. ☁️ felt a knot form in his stomach, unsure of where this was going.

“With someone, yes! Exactly!” Felix said, nervously laughing. “Good answer.” Chan said, laughing at Felix.

The boys ate the cake in pairs. On one side, Felix and ☁️ went through Felix’s social media following, specifically looking for his university friends. Diagonal to them, Hyunjin and Chan did the same on Chan’s account.

“Guys, right?” Felix whispered, ☁️ nodding.

He tapped on a profile. The guy was okay, but not really ☁️’s type. “Nah, keep going.”

“Yeah, you can show guys too, it doesn’t matter to me.” Hyunjin whispered to Chan, though it wasn’t necessarily a whisper as Felix and ☁️ looked over to Hyunjin, whose eyes quickly glanced back at them, the boy now embarrassed. Felix went to the search bar and started typing. Hyunjin’s account came up.

“What are you doing, Felix.” ☁️ whispered, a sigh following his words. “You don’t like him?” Felix softly responded, his tone becoming serious. The two remained silent for a few seconds.

“Do you think he feels that way about me? I think he’s really attractive but.. I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you just ask.” Felix murmured. ☁️ looked over to Hyunjin and Chan, who whispered amongst themselves as well. “Absolutely not.”

“Would you like me to tell him?”

“Felix, hell no!” ☁️ half whispered, Chan and Hyunjin now looking at them. Chan looked at Hyunjin and cleared his throat. “Have you guys decided over there?”

“Yes, he’s picked.” Felix said, grabbing his phone from in between the two of them. Hyunjin’s profile was still on the screen. Chan and Felix locked eyes and began counting down.

“3..”

“What are you guys doing?” ☁️ asked, confused, him then bitting his lip.

“2..”

Hyunjin pulled his hoodie strings over his chin.

“1!”

Felix reached across the table to show Hyunjin his screen, Chan doing the same for ☁️. His social media account was on Chan’s phone screen, meaning that Hyunjin was seeing himself on Felix’s screen.

“See, matchmaker! We match-made.” Felix said as took his phone away and smiled to Chan. Chan took his phone away from ☁️, but he didn’t smile.

☁️ stared at the spot where Chan’s phone was once held. He face palmed, sighed, and then ran his hand into his hair. He looked over to Hyunjin, who stared at the table. His black hood was now over his head and the strings around his lips. ☁️ glared over to Felix and Chan as the room remained silent.

“Did you guys plan this whole get-together to do.. this?” ☁️ questioned, in a more aggressive tone than he intended. Chan shook his head innocently while Felix looked to the side and shrugged. The two looked at each other, Felix opening his mouth but hesitating. “Well, we didn’t base the whole thing around.. this, but-”

Chan interrupted. “But.. we noticed how the two of you admired each other. From the few times that we’ve hung out, everyone has noticed how you two look at each other from a distance.” ☁️ froze in both embarrassment and disbelief. Hyunjin always seemed to be so monotone and dull around him, the idea of him feeling the same way felt wrong.

Felix continued. “Hyunjin came to me one day and asked about y-”

“Okayyy.. let’s.. stop it here.” Hyunjin took his face out of his hoodie and stood up, still staring at the table. “This is.. humiliating..” Hyunjin turned to face Chan and Felix, Chan bending his head down and Felix smiling ruefully.

“I thought the outcome would be different, sorry guys.” Felix couldn’t stop smiling, probably out of discomfort. Chan grabbed Felix’s shoulder and started walked towards the living room. “How about we leave and let you guys talk it out.”

The two left, leaving Hyunjin and ☁️ to give each other dull gazes. Hyunjin walked around the island corner to stand in front of ☁️, who now leaned on the table with his right hip.

“Did you know about that stunt?” ☁️ asked, his eyes not leaving Hyunjin’s face. The boy shook his head. “I.. figured you didn’t know either. I’m sorry, that was awkward.. for us.”

“I mean… I don’t mind it all that much.” ☁️ replied, shocking himself by the statement. “Also, stop apologizing to me. You’ve done that a lot today.”

Hyunjin nodded his head and looked down. He smiled, unintentionally looked ☁️ up and down. “What do you mean you didn’t mind? You seemed pretty upset about it.”

“I know, I didn’t mean to come off that way. I just didn’t expect.. everything to come out like that.” ☁️ looked over to the living room entrance, Hyunjin and Chan immediately looking in a different direction from the conversation pit. “I was embarrassed, and still am. But I’m glad I know how you feel now. And now you know how I feel.” ☁️ looked back at the boy in front of him, now resting both of his elbows on the table behind him. Hyunjin nodded slowly.

“So?”

“So, what?” ☁️ turned his head to the side.

“So, would you want to go out sometime? Just us two?” As Hyunjin proposed the idea, ☁️ watched as Hyunjin played with the rings on his fingers. ☁️ couldn’t help but grin as he thought of a response. His body began to heat up again. He was obviously excited to be asked out by his not-so-secret crush, but wanted to play it cool.

“Mm, sure. I’ll leave it to you to pick the place.” ☁️ grabbed Hyunjin’s hand to stop him from fidgeting with his rings. A bold move, ☁️ screamed internally as he looked from Hyunjin’s hands to his face. He purposefully batted his eyes and smiled, making Hyunjin choke on his words.

“Ye- yea. I know a spot.”

Hyunjin grabbed ☁️’s hands back, intertwining their fingers. The two became startled as they heard claps from the conversation pit. Felix had his hands together, cheering the two on with a wide smile. Chan laughed at their reactions and gave the two a shy thumbs up.

Hyunjin and ☁️ smiled to each other bashfully as they continued to touch around each other’s hands. ☁️ noticed the light reflecting off of Hyunjin’s face again, this time, the orange and yellow tints exclusively illuminating his figure. It seemed as though ☁️’s crush was highly favored by something beautiful and ethereal. There was no contrast of the overcast’s cool tones as complete darkness now surrounded the home. The warmth of Hyunjin’s touch climbed up ☁️ ‘s arm, his heart beginning to melt as the two stood hand in hand. He stood only inches from the inimitable one and only.

Standing peacefully and unperturbed, ☁️ wasn’t sure what else to do other than play with Hyunjin’s fingers. Eyeing the boy up and down slowly, he contemplated on what to say next.

Softly snapping himself back to reality, ☁️ sighed and fixed his gaze over to Felix and Chan. The devious duo now talked amongst themselves. ☁️ opened his mouth ajar after turning to face the beautiful boy in front of him.

“They’re going to make this awkward now.”

Hyunjin moved his hands down to the boy’s wrists, using them to gently pull himself closer. ☁️ could now feel Hyunjin’s breath trickle down his neck as the boy’s knee brushed against his.

“I know.”

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a/n ~ i’m gonna be real with u guys, this story took so much out of me and it’s not even done :,o i’m going to put the rest in part 2, or even part 3 if it gets to that. my plan was to make it angsty but this is so cute so far, idk if i wanna do that. we’ll seeeee, thanks sm for reading my first posted fic rahhh <3

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