"honey"

tldr: all the way seokmin uses your nickname a/n: this is the final part of this series that has literally taken me years to write. i'm pretty pleased with myself a/n pt. 2: a little bit nsfw so MINORS DNI

screeches: at the top of his lungs

“honey!” he doesn't care that it’s nearly one o’clock in the morning. he’s just so excited to finally be home to you. it’s been a long tour and an even longer travel day, and the only thing keeping him going was knowing he’d be coming home to you. the lights in the apartment were dimmed, a soft glow casting long shadows across the floor. 

“where are you?” usually, you’d be waiting at the door for him, equally as excited to see him after time apart, but you were nowhere to be found. he wandered deeper into your shared home, growing slightly more concerned when he didn’t find you in the living room or kitchen. he finally enters the bedroom and finds a lump in the middle of the mattress. 

“are you in there?” he was whispering now, not wanting to wake you if you were sleeping, but given that you were wrapped in the covers, he couldn’t tell. at the sound of his voice, you started moving, slowly. a wiggle here, a shimmy there, and suddenly your head popped up from beneath the blankets. a smile split his face wide open, “hi honey! i missed you.”

grumpy

tldr: you're grumpy and he's hurt a/n: i feel rotten on the inside today and this emerged. not proofread

you woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. you’d been grumpy all day, and you knew in your heart of hearts all jeonghan was trying to do was cheer you up, but he was pissing you off even more. 

you were laying in bed, stewing in your grumpiness when it reached a breaking point. he was making jokes, poking at your sides, and generally just irritating you further. you were not in the mood to play around, joke, or giggle. 

so you snapped, “just leave me alone and shut up.” as soon as the words left your mouth, you wished you could take them back. especially when you saw the way he looked at you after hearing your words. 

you are in love

tldr: you can hear it in the silence a/n: listen to taylor swift's "you are in love" if you want the full effect of this one

one look, dark room

meant just for you

you’d been at this party far too long. the fabric of your dress was starting to itch and the heels you were wearing were making your feet scream. it was time to go home. the only problem? this was seungcheol’s birthday party. he expected everyone to stay until well past midnight to help him welcome in his new year. it was just past one and you wanted to leave. being here all night after working all day was not something you wanted to do. you knew convincing wonwoo wouldn’t be hard. he was never one to want to stay out late, always preferring to be home anyway. 

you placed your half-full drink onto the counter of the kitchen island and stretched your neck, craning it from side to side looking for your date. just as you were about to give up and ask someone, you felt eyes on you and turned. 

there, from across the room was wonwoo. eyes locked onto yours, a single brow raised in a question. 

a little nod of your head was all he needed. the conversation he was having with soonyoung was immediately forgotten. you watched as he excused himself and headed straight for you.

holding a hand out, he reached for you, understanding without words exactly what you needed. 

“let’s go home, peach.” 

you know he’d been keeping an eye on you the whole night, despite not being right next to each other through the whole night, gauging your energy levels as the party progressed from opposite sides of sungcheol’s apartment. and right now, he could tell you were completely worn out, ready to be home, together and in the quiet; the opposite of what this party was providing. 

he was sympathetic to you, knowing you’d had a full day and still put on a brave face for him and his members. he knew you would’ve preferred to stay home tonight but he also knew you knew how important seughceol’s birthday ws to him and you love his brothers like your own so you wouldn’t have missed it for the world. he loves you all the more for it. 

he gently tugs your hand, “come on, the car is waiting for us.” 

the smile you gave him was dazzling, albeit a little tired, “thank you, woo.” 

“anything for you, peach.” 

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little things

tldr: little ways he shows he loves you a/n: i am...back? i've got some stuff cooking...

seungcheol: inherits your beef

he’s ride-or-die for you. if someone wrongs you, they wrong him too. it doesn’t matter how big or small the grudge is, he’s siding with you, ten toes down. you’re his baby, nothing beats that. he’s standing by your side, no matter what. 

jeonghan: never yells at you

he just can’t. he’s not really a yeller to begin with; he’s generally a soft-spoken guy and even more so around you. he speaks to you in dulcet tones, even when he’s pissed. he treats you with care and respect. he’d never raise his voice at you, not in a million years. 

joshua: he’s on the outside

when you’re walking in the street, he’s 100% walking closest to the street. he wants you on the inside so he can protect you from stray puddle splashes or rogue bicyclists. he wants you safe. he even sits on the outside edge of the booth at every restaurant on every date. 

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"bee"

tldr: all the way jihoon uses your nickname a/n: can anyone guess where the nickname 'bee' comes from?

chastises: when you goof off in the gym

“bee, don’t fuck around in here.” he’s stern when he speaks to you, interrupting your goofing off. you couldn’t help it. this happens every time you come to the gym with him. you always got bored about 15 minutes into his workout. and his workouts can stretch on and on. 

“don’t act innocent.” your eyes go wide, surprised at his tone, even when you’ve come to expect it. the only reason you still come to the gym with him is because you like to see his muscles all sweaty. you couldn't care less about the expensive equipment around you. you only care about the grumpy man looking at you with his arms crossed. 

“i don’t know why you bother coming with me.” he’s walking closer to you, crossing the humid space to crowd you against the mirrored wall. once he’s reached you, he comes in really close, and you can smell the minty toothpaste on his breath. your eyes slip closed, anticipating what’s to come, only to jump when his voice rings out, harsh against your ear, “give me a mile on the treadmill, bee.”