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Pairing: Kwanghee/Siwan
Rating: G
Summary: Kwanghee knows Siwan like the back of his hand.
You wrap your arms around his lithe and slender figure, smiling as you listen to your other member’s talking while you swing Siwan around in your arms, holding onto him tightly to make sure he doesn’t fall. The PD turns the camera around and you’re still beaming brightly, nearly squishing Siwan to death, but he doesn’t seem to mind today. Junyoung shoots a look at you, but you return him an assuring smile, it’s alright, I’m always like this, no one will notice, your eyes whisper to him. You figure it would be more unnatural if you suddenly let go of Siwan as though he was burning you, on fire.
The PD asks a question and you shout an answer as usual, with Siwan wincing and squirming in your arms. You pinch his cheeks and he stops fidgeting, now resorting to trying to swat you away, but you know his tricks and you don’t succumb. Finally, the PD decides to turn the camera to someone else because Siwan is flailing too much in your arms. You giggle as you finally let go of him and skip off to find another victim. Minwoo accepts your affection without putting up a fight and you cuddle him close happily. Siwan rarely allows you to openly be affectionate to him, especially when cameras are around, for more than a moment or so. The other members don’t mind as much as him though, with the exception of Junyoung, who fears Siwan’s non-existence wrath.
“Minwoo-yah, you’re so cute,” you chirp as you pinch his cheeks as well and he smiles at you like the adorable little brother he is, thanking you for the compliment and returning your vice-like embrace. You decide that Minwoo should get a little camera time and you nudge him into the limelight, barging into the conversation like nobody’s business before slinking off to allow Minwoo to deal with whatever attention you’ve drawn to him.
You continue hopping around from member to member, leaving Junyoung and Siwan out, before filming finally ends and you guys are released for the day. No more rehearsals, no more recordings, nothing. You guys are free to go home and relax for the rest of the night. You excitedly drag Siwan by the hand to the van and to the backseat of the grey vehicle, the best seats, in your opinion. The leg space is just right, not too much of a squeeze, but not so spacious that it feels empty. You always liked cosy spots and these seats are the most cosy in the whole van. The others pile in slowly while you snuggle up next to Siwan, who complies with you this time, since the cameras are no longer around and the two of you are hidden at the back alone.
The others are rowdy in front, chatting loudly and discussing about girl group members, who is the prettiest, who is the cutest, who they dislike the most, who has the best nude face. Siwan has plugged in his iPod and is watching the scenery that flies past the windows as all of you travel back to the dormitory. Instead of joining into the conversation like you usually would, you spend the time gazing at Siwan’s face. You can’t remember a time when it wasn’t like this anymore. From almost the beginning, you’ve always been sticking to Siwan, with him brushing you off or hitting you for being such a clingy sap, but he has never expressed a dislike for your constant hugs, pinches and nuzzles.
The ride ends in half an hour, pretty short traveling time compared to the hours it takes to get from one city to another, and then all nine of you are piling back out of the van and hauling yourselves to the dormitory. You yell loudly for all to hear that you’re claiming the shower first, since you’re the second oldest and Kevin always gives in to you, or he risks Hyungshik being kidnapped by you somehow. Siwan seems slightly downcast, so you release your death grip on him and skip on ahead, as if you never noticed. Taehun shoots you a worrying look, because even Dongjun, who is quite oblivious to everything except his godly leader Junyoung, is staring at Siwan’s strange behaviour. You send him a dazzling smile that says it’s okay, I have everything under control and you hear him mutter “you better” and you chuckle before hurrying to the shower, eager to wash off the stains and sweat of a day’s hard work. You like being clean.
When you get out, all fresh from the shower, you immediately go into the room you share with Siwan. It wasn’t assigned this way and Siwan’s things aren’t even in the room, but he sleeps here with you every night so it’s become yours and his room.
“Woongjae,” you call and see him sitting on the floor, leaning against the wooden frame of the bed. His eyes are closed in exhaustion and his iPod is sprawled messily next to him, as if he had ripped out the ear phones and thrown the whole thing on the floor. He doesn’t reply but you smile anyway, as if he can see. You crouch down next to him and poke him in the side first, which elicits a small groan of annoyance from him before you peck him on the cheek.
“Come on, let’s get you squeaky clean, okay?” he doesn’t argue and you pull him to his feet, pushing him into the bathroom and ordering him to shower until he’s sparkling, promising to bring his clothes and fresh towel. He submits easily for once in the day, because you know he is tired and he doesn’t want to have to deal with you threatening to bathe him like a puppy. When you have him in the shower, door locked, you go about being his nanny. You prepare his clothes and a towel as promised and when you’re back in front of the shower door, it’s unlocked and you go in without knocking. You wrap him in the fluffy towel and help him dress, because he’s weak in the limps and you’re almost sure he might slip and fall and injure his pretty little head.
Once you have him wrapped him comfortably in a thick sweater and equally thick sweatpants, you hand over the bathroom to the rest of the members who are all concerned about Siwan, although he doesn’t seem to notice in his haze of fatigue. Once again, you smile at all of them confidently, I can deal with this, don’t worry and just trust me you wink at them and Hyungshik gives a nervous smile, as if he’s saying “okay, I trust you”. In no time, you have Siwan rolled up like a piece of sushi and you’re clinging onto him again as though he was merely a gigantic teddy bear.
“Thank you for your hard work today, Woongjae,” you mumble right into his ear, your cheek pressed next to his. He grunts in reply and you feel him nodding against your head and you can’t help but smile and giggle. He’s too adorable.
“You worried everyone being so tired, so you have to rest well tonight, alright? Or else you’ll start having a face like mine,” he manages a chortle before shifting to face you and he presses a chaste kiss to your lips, which you accept and return gratefully. He is rarely affectionate towards you and you treasure these small and precious moments.
“Love you, Kwanghee,” he mutters under his breath, his ears turning pink. He’s not used to showing off his feelings at all, being so conditioned to hiding his feelings.
“I love you too, Woongjae-ing,” you say to him as sweetly and as cutely as you can. You know it annoys him some times, but you’re too used to being you and too used to being his complete opposite that you can’t help but match his masculine inhibitions with almost completely female-like replies.
“Goodnight,” you run a hand through his hair and you feel his breath against your cold cheeks, warming them up. You listen quietly to his breathing and when it evens out, you can’t help but realize that you’ve unconsciously synchronized yours with his.
“I love you, Woongjae-yah,” you repeat, almost inaudibly, before allowing yourself to drift off to sleep along with him after watching the fatigue and tension drain from his expression.
“Goodnight, love.”
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Just some simple pointless fluff because I was in the mood. I hope you enjoyed this little piece of fanwork.
Rating: G
Summary: Kwanghee knows Siwan like the back of his hand.
You wrap your arms around his lithe and slender figure, smiling as you listen to your other member’s talking while you swing Siwan around in your arms, holding onto him tightly to make sure he doesn’t fall. The PD turns the camera around and you’re still beaming brightly, nearly squishing Siwan to death, but he doesn’t seem to mind today. Junyoung shoots a look at you, but you return him an assuring smile, it’s alright, I’m always like this, no one will notice, your eyes whisper to him. You figure it would be more unnatural if you suddenly let go of Siwan as though he was burning you, on fire.
The PD asks a question and you shout an answer as usual, with Siwan wincing and squirming in your arms. You pinch his cheeks and he stops fidgeting, now resorting to trying to swat you away, but you know his tricks and you don’t succumb. Finally, the PD decides to turn the camera to someone else because Siwan is flailing too much in your arms. You giggle as you finally let go of him and skip off to find another victim. Minwoo accepts your affection without putting up a fight and you cuddle him close happily. Siwan rarely allows you to openly be affectionate to him, especially when cameras are around, for more than a moment or so. The other members don’t mind as much as him though, with the exception of Junyoung, who fears Siwan’s non-existence wrath.
“Minwoo-yah, you’re so cute,” you chirp as you pinch his cheeks as well and he smiles at you like the adorable little brother he is, thanking you for the compliment and returning your vice-like embrace. You decide that Minwoo should get a little camera time and you nudge him into the limelight, barging into the conversation like nobody’s business before slinking off to allow Minwoo to deal with whatever attention you’ve drawn to him.
You continue hopping around from member to member, leaving Junyoung and Siwan out, before filming finally ends and you guys are released for the day. No more rehearsals, no more recordings, nothing. You guys are free to go home and relax for the rest of the night. You excitedly drag Siwan by the hand to the van and to the backseat of the grey vehicle, the best seats, in your opinion. The leg space is just right, not too much of a squeeze, but not so spacious that it feels empty. You always liked cosy spots and these seats are the most cosy in the whole van. The others pile in slowly while you snuggle up next to Siwan, who complies with you this time, since the cameras are no longer around and the two of you are hidden at the back alone.
The others are rowdy in front, chatting loudly and discussing about girl group members, who is the prettiest, who is the cutest, who they dislike the most, who has the best nude face. Siwan has plugged in his iPod and is watching the scenery that flies past the windows as all of you travel back to the dormitory. Instead of joining into the conversation like you usually would, you spend the time gazing at Siwan’s face. You can’t remember a time when it wasn’t like this anymore. From almost the beginning, you’ve always been sticking to Siwan, with him brushing you off or hitting you for being such a clingy sap, but he has never expressed a dislike for your constant hugs, pinches and nuzzles.
The ride ends in half an hour, pretty short traveling time compared to the hours it takes to get from one city to another, and then all nine of you are piling back out of the van and hauling yourselves to the dormitory. You yell loudly for all to hear that you’re claiming the shower first, since you’re the second oldest and Kevin always gives in to you, or he risks Hyungshik being kidnapped by you somehow. Siwan seems slightly downcast, so you release your death grip on him and skip on ahead, as if you never noticed. Taehun shoots you a worrying look, because even Dongjun, who is quite oblivious to everything except his godly leader Junyoung, is staring at Siwan’s strange behaviour. You send him a dazzling smile that says it’s okay, I have everything under control and you hear him mutter “you better” and you chuckle before hurrying to the shower, eager to wash off the stains and sweat of a day’s hard work. You like being clean.
When you get out, all fresh from the shower, you immediately go into the room you share with Siwan. It wasn’t assigned this way and Siwan’s things aren’t even in the room, but he sleeps here with you every night so it’s become yours and his room.
“Woongjae,” you call and see him sitting on the floor, leaning against the wooden frame of the bed. His eyes are closed in exhaustion and his iPod is sprawled messily next to him, as if he had ripped out the ear phones and thrown the whole thing on the floor. He doesn’t reply but you smile anyway, as if he can see. You crouch down next to him and poke him in the side first, which elicits a small groan of annoyance from him before you peck him on the cheek.
“Come on, let’s get you squeaky clean, okay?” he doesn’t argue and you pull him to his feet, pushing him into the bathroom and ordering him to shower until he’s sparkling, promising to bring his clothes and fresh towel. He submits easily for once in the day, because you know he is tired and he doesn’t want to have to deal with you threatening to bathe him like a puppy. When you have him in the shower, door locked, you go about being his nanny. You prepare his clothes and a towel as promised and when you’re back in front of the shower door, it’s unlocked and you go in without knocking. You wrap him in the fluffy towel and help him dress, because he’s weak in the limps and you’re almost sure he might slip and fall and injure his pretty little head.
Once you have him wrapped him comfortably in a thick sweater and equally thick sweatpants, you hand over the bathroom to the rest of the members who are all concerned about Siwan, although he doesn’t seem to notice in his haze of fatigue. Once again, you smile at all of them confidently, I can deal with this, don’t worry and just trust me you wink at them and Hyungshik gives a nervous smile, as if he’s saying “okay, I trust you”. In no time, you have Siwan rolled up like a piece of sushi and you’re clinging onto him again as though he was merely a gigantic teddy bear.
“Thank you for your hard work today, Woongjae,” you mumble right into his ear, your cheek pressed next to his. He grunts in reply and you feel him nodding against your head and you can’t help but smile and giggle. He’s too adorable.
“You worried everyone being so tired, so you have to rest well tonight, alright? Or else you’ll start having a face like mine,” he manages a chortle before shifting to face you and he presses a chaste kiss to your lips, which you accept and return gratefully. He is rarely affectionate towards you and you treasure these small and precious moments.
“Love you, Kwanghee,” he mutters under his breath, his ears turning pink. He’s not used to showing off his feelings at all, being so conditioned to hiding his feelings.
“I love you too, Woongjae-ing,” you say to him as sweetly and as cutely as you can. You know it annoys him some times, but you’re too used to being you and too used to being his complete opposite that you can’t help but match his masculine inhibitions with almost completely female-like replies.
“Goodnight,” you run a hand through his hair and you feel his breath against your cold cheeks, warming them up. You listen quietly to his breathing and when it evens out, you can’t help but realize that you’ve unconsciously synchronized yours with his.
“I love you, Woongjae-yah,” you repeat, almost inaudibly, before allowing yourself to drift off to sleep along with him after watching the fatigue and tension drain from his expression.
“Goodnight, love.”
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Just some simple pointless fluff because I was in the mood. I hope you enjoyed this little piece of fanwork.