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That oval face that was so warm and welcoming. That bunny face that so easily got hearts to melt and smile with its own smile. A face too soft to come off as intimidating even when frustrated with knitted brows. A smile that spoke of the sun in its owner’s name. A face so fit for aegyo and small earnest smiles. He was so comfortable showing a side that wasn’t manly. Soft, hearty, plump lips that curled over every word in the softest way possible. Those slightly bucked bunny like front teeth that added a child’s innocent to his already gentle face.
Then there was his rounded but strong jawline. The force and strength in his high notes that sang of his resilience. The way everyone would gap with surprise when his shirt rose to reveal the six pack of abs that were carved into his torso. The intense look on his face while he was focused during a performance. The sharpness of his dancing and the rippling effect it had on his muscular thighs, and the curve of his ass that was present in any pair of jeans that made everyone turn to steal a glance.
He had it all. The softness people would seek out in women, the strength and edge of a man. The loving nature that guaranteed a crush, and the talents plus charm to make it intoxicating. All of this combined was enough to attract the curious.
It shouldn’t be a surprise that he was the mother of the group, or that he seemed to take pride in it. That he was the one looking after them and keeping them in line alongside the eldest Leaders. Yet it was those acts of kindness mixed with his blunt directness and awkward shy side that got the rest thinking. Thinking of how they felt and the warmth he brought. Thinking of how nice it would be to hold him. How nice it would be to have him all to himself. How nice it would be to take all of him whole and to devour all that was him. How they just wanted to lock him away and keep that sun like warmth all to their own selfish selves. He was the type of guy everyone had a crush on at least once if not still currently. He was perfectly imperfect, he was beautiful, he was handsome, he was attractive. He was Seon Yein, stage name Sunyoul, and some of his members felt like perverts for admitting how they felt about him.
None of them could help falling for him. They couldn’t fight falling for him, and none of them wanted to resist. Even though they saw it as hopeless or felt they couldn’t have him. So they loved him as best they could. As the mother of the group, as a fellow member, as a brother, as their crush, as the one they couldn’t have even though they really could. They loved him like he was their Sunshine. They loved him, but in the end they hurt him more. They couldn’t help loving and hurting the guy who had more love than he could share. They couldn’t help hurting the guy that honestly loved them all back.