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“Hyung, can I ask you a question?” Jaebum nods slightly, expression unchanging. After a beat, Yugyeom says, “What does it feel like to be three years older than me?” “What do you mean?” Jaebum asks. “Like, what does it feel like to be 23? Do you feel like an adult?”
It was their first photoshoot after a break, and Yukwon couldn’t help but feel conscious of the weight he’s put on. * * * Gen!fic, Oneshot Tags: Yukwon-centric, Chubby Yukwon, photoshoot
Yugyeom's been having strange dreams at night. Tired, he takes an afternoon nap, but feels something warm, almost too hot, pressed against his forehead. It isn't his arm. But what else could it be, when he's alone in the room? Yugyeom's not sure if he wants to know. * * * This is the second part of a series. You don't have to read the first part to understand it, but it'll make more sense if you do read them together. :)
Because he's too tired, Bambam accidentally falls asleep with his hand dangling off his bed, something he's paranoid about and never ever does. What happens when he wakes up to find something cold against his hand? More importantly, why does it feel like his hand is being held tenderly? * * * Oneshot, Gen!fic, friendship Relationships (platonic): Bambam/Youngjae, Bambam/Yugyeom Tags: College AU, fluff, humor,
Jinyoung doesn’t believe in love. At least, not for himself. So he gives up on it. Or, the AU in which Jinyoung and Yugyeom are dancers turned choreographers who meet again after five years.
Every time you get a song stuck in your head, it’s because your soulmate is singing it.
“Well, appearances are just that. Appearances.” Jaehyo’s eyes open, looking at Jiho when he continues, “If it’s any consolation, I’m constantly assumed to be nothing more than a pretty face. But think of it this way, if people can’t get past the initial appearance, then they’ll never get to know who we are on the inside. And that’s their loss, not ours.”