@butter-butta I’d like a fluff of either Yuto Wooseok or HongSeok(you can choose haha). Maybe one where he wants you to come back stage etc

Scenario: wooseok/reader (sorry for taking so long!)

He was exhausted and it was visible for you; probably only for you.

After sometime constantly observing, talking to and laughing with Wooseok, you developed a sixth sense when it came to him. It was easy for you to notice the mood swings, even the slightest of them; it was also easy to look at the boy in the eyes and see exactly what he needed to get better. Maybe you could even call yourself a Wooseok-expert by now and only God knows how much you wanted to barge into the stage, get him out of there, put his head on your lap and caress his hair until he fell asleep.

But you couldn’t and that was kind of the most horrible sensation on earth. You could only wait there in the audience until it all ended and you two could go to your apartment (even though it was pretty small, both of you enjoyed there better, after all, you could be alone). So you held back and tried to ignore his tired smile to all the fans. We will be home soon, you thought to yourself and the next half an hour went by extremely slow.

As soon as they said goodbye to everyone, you headed to the exit of the backstage to wait him there like you always did; however, you totally forgot that not only you but also a large amount of fans would be going too. Therefore, when you reached the door, you were accompanied by at least fifty screaming fangirls.

The security of the place was all over them, trying to hold them back, but unsurprisingly failing at that. Shit, how am I going to go to Wooseok? Your mind started sliding into a desperation state and you took some steps back to get away from the crazy crowd. Where is he?

Suddenly, a hand touched your arm and you turned to see a tall man, the double of your size, suited up and with a stern look on his face. “Please, come with me.”

“Uh? W-why?” you said, taking a step away from the man; he didn’t hold you, he only sighed.

“Wooseok-ssi is waiting for you at the backstage. They’ll go home after sometime, but he wanted to meet you as soon as possible,” he said with a soothing voice that did not meet his harsh face. Your heart relaxed anyway.

Nodding, you followed the man inside the showhouse and let him guide you to the backstage. He pointed a finger to a door right beside the stairs that led to the stage and you walked hurriedly in that direction. Without wasting any time, you knocked on the door once and turned the knob simultaneously. “Wooseok?”

You walked in and your eyes met his. The idol was sitting down on a small couch surrounded by clothes; his hair was a mess and you figured he had ran his long fingers  it like he did when he was nervous.

His tired expression quickly turned into a relieved one; he smiled. “You are here.”

Even his voice is weak. You took some steps forward and stopped right in front of him. “Are you okay? You look so tired I was even worried you would faint.”

Wooseok slowly moved and, circling his arms around your waist, he pulled you closer. Pentagon’s maknae lethargically rested his forehead on your belly and sighed.

Without the need to speak, you led your hands to his hair and started caressing it with careful and reassuring moves. “I know you feel pressured because of everything, but you don’t need to work so hard. You were so handsome on that stage and I can assure you at least half of the fans died because of how good you looked in that outfit.”

Your boyfriend snorted. “Didn’t my legs look too long in those trousers?”

“And since when that is a bad thing?” you smiled and he turned his head up, now resting his chin on you while looking into your eyes with such love that your stomach did at least five turns before you managed to talk again. “Now,” you put your hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently, “we should be with the others to go home together-”

Before you could finish your sentence, one of Wooseok’s arm tightened around you and pulled you down. In a fraction of a second, you found yourself sitting on his lap and with cheeks that burned hotter than lava. “Y-ya, what do you think you are doing?” you asked and his lips curved into a smirk.

“Just…” his face softened and his head slowly met your shoulder. “Just let me stay like this for a moment, okay?”

You sighed and with your opposite arm, you searched for his hand. “We should go, that way you can rest well.”

Wooseok hummed and entangled your fingers. “I’d like to be home, but I’m good like this too.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Is my shoulder more comfortable than your pillow now?” you smiled and by the tone of his voice you knew that he was smiling too.

“For your information, I’d easily exchange my bed for you anytime, baby.”

You gasped dramatically and he laughed. “Now I sincerely know how much you love me. I am touched, Wooseok” you faked a crying voice and he raised his head from your shoulder. His eyes were smiling as much as his mouth and you couldn’t figure how lucky you were for having him by your side. “Even though I am extremely happy after this love declaration, I think we would be even more comfortable at home…” before he opened his mouth to whine, you continued, “but I guess we can be here for some more minutes… those fans aren’t going anywhere else too.”

Wooseok sighed in pure content and started laying down on the sofa and, of course, pulling you together with him. “You are the best, baby. I love you a lot.”

You snuggled closer to him and smiled. “I love you too.”

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Scenario yuto/reader