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JUNHUI - doing math: you're in the kitchen with him one afternoon because he lost some kind of bet and now has to cook for the entire group and their staff members, but the boys aren't heartless: they allow him one assistant. your vehement refusal only made him more convinced, and now you're stuck spending the day making more lunch boxes than you've ever seen in a house. by the sink, he cracks eggs with one hand, tosses them into the compost bin by his feet, and whisks them at a pace that makes your head spin — but the way he does this all with ease has you leaning against the island counter. he glances over his shoulder and grins at how you stare at his arms. "need you to start preparing the sauce." you snap out of your daze. "right, sorry. okay, so the last time we made this, we used 8 grams of sugar per box and it was enough, so if we have 24 boxes to make, that's..." you glance around the room. "have you seen my phone?" "192." "huh?" "8 times 24. it's 192 grams." doing math in your head shouldn't be attractive as he makes it, but as he tilts his head at you, still whisking away at those eggs, you can't help padding over to kiss his cheek.
MINGYU - paying for you: you're spoiled. absolutely, positively, completely spoiled by this man. everyone knows it, and he loves it. he loves paying for everything, whether it be dinner or groceries or a night on the boardwalk with water gun games and oversized prizes. it's not like he's touchy about being treated by you; you pay for stuff at times, too, and it's no big deal because finances aren't a tough subject between you. but when he gets to shoulder you out of the way, grinning as he hands his card over to the tired cashier who just wants to do their job? something about it makes him incredibly happy, and you have to admit it's a cute sight, him with his sunglasses hooked backwards behind his head, wallet open to the polaroid two-shot of you both from last summer. he glances over at you to smile once more before taking the receipt. "what are you so giddy about?" you ask, elbowing him as you pass the door. "nothing," he hums. "just like taking care of you, that's all."
MINGHAO - taking the last option: one of your favorite things about him is how considerate he is of others. it's not a special trait — all the boys are considerate, you find. it's necessary in a group as large as theirs, but minghao is particularly considerate. he waits for everyone to take their pick before him, he doesn't mind switching drinks or sharing dishes with someone who didn't like their order, he asks if anyone wants the last of anything before he finishes it. all the time in the world wouldn't be enough for you to list his sacrifices, but it doesn't make each one any less special. as you watch the boys launch themselves at your lunch spread, with minghao lingering by the edge while the others choose, your heart swells in appreciation for the man who gives his all for others and you only hope that your love is enough to give him. he catches your eyes above chan's shoulder and lifts one shoulder in an exasperated shrug. "what can you do," he mouths, nodding at the members exclaiming over your work. you smile back. you'll show him the portion you hid in your bag later.