"I'll Make You Bias Me"

"I'll Make You Bias Me"

Paring: Yeonjun x Bottom Fan!Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Yeonjun gets jealous that he's not your bias, so he takes matters into his own hands.

More: Masterlist

A/n: Bro, I can't stop thinking about Yeonjun's 3d cover. It's literally implanted in my head, and I love it.

At the TXT fan sign, Yeonjun couldn't help but notice Y/n. She was beautiful, with hair that seemed to dance in the air whenever she moved. Her eyes were such a pretty color, and her lips were just perfect. As Yeonjun handed her the autograph and poster, he couldn't help but think how hot she was. He smiled at her and whispered, "You're really pretty."

The words sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. She felt her heart race and her cheeks flush with excitement. "Thank you," she managed to squeak out, her voice barely audible over the crowd. Yeonjun grinned wider, enjoying the effect he seemed to have on her. "So, who's your bias?" he asked, teasingly.

Y/n blushed even harder, feeling a mixture of pride and nervousness. "Beomgyu," she confessed, looking down at her feet. As soon as the words left her mouth, Yeonjun felt a strange pang of jealousy. He didn't like the idea of her liking someone else. "I see," he said, trying to hide his emotions. "Well, maybe I can change your mind."He said with a sly smirk and a wink.

After the fan sign, Y/n made her way back to her hotel, not realizing that TXT's hotel room was just across the hall from hers. As she walked down the hall, she heard a commotion coming from the boys' room. Curious, she peeked her head around the corner and saw Yeonjun emerging from his room, looking frantic. "Y/n!" he called out to her.

She hesitated for a moment, her heart racing, before finally walking over to him. "Yes?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Yeonjun took her hand in his and pulled her into a supply closet nearby, shutting the door behind them. "If I'm not your bias," he began, his voice low and intense,

"Then I'll make you bias me."

Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She could tell that he was serious, and that he wanted this as much as she did. As he stepped closer, she could feel the heat radiating off his body. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, their lips moving in perfect harmony. Her heart raced as she returned his kiss, her hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

When they finally broke apart for air, Yeonjun looked at her with a smoldering gaze. "Now tell me, princess," he whispered huskily, "who's your bias now?"

Y/n couldn't believe what was happening. This was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. As she looked up into his eyes, she could see the desire there, the need to be wanted. And in that moment, she knew that he was her bias now, and always would be. "You, Yeonjun," she managed to say, her voice barely audible even to herself. "It's you."

He smiled at her response, his eyes twinkling with amusement and satisfaction. Without another word, he reached down and undid the buttons of her shirt, revealing her lacy black bra. His fingers brushed against her bare skin, sending shivers through her body. "Then let me show you just how much I want you," he whispered before lowering his head to take one of her breasts into his mouth.

Y/n cried out, her back arching as she felt his tongue circle her nipple. His hands were everywhere, teasing and caressing her body, making her ache for more. She threaded her fingers through his hair, urging him on as he continued to kiss and suckle her breasts, moving lower and lower down her body. She felt his warm breath against her stomach, and then his hands were at her waist, unbuttoning her pants.

"Please," she moaned, her hips moving of their own accord, "please, Yeonjun." The feel of his fingers on her bare skin was driving her wild. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the ache in her core, and the need for him to touch her there. And when he finally slid his fingers into her underwear, she cried out in pleasure, arching her back even further.

"Now tell me," he growled, his voice low and husky, "tell me who you want right now, who you're thinking about." Y/n looked up into his eyes, her own filled with desire and love, and said the only thing that was true. "You, Yeonjun. I want you. I need you."

As he kissed her again, his fingers found her entrance, slick with her arousal. He thrust his middle finger inside her, filling her up in one smooth motion. She gasped at the feeling of being so completely taken, so owned by him. And then he began to move, his finger thrusting in and out of her in a steady rhythm, his lips trailing kisses down her stomach and toward her aching center. "That's it, princess," he murmured against her skin. "Just let go and feel it."

Y/n let out a moan as the pleasure built up inside her, the sensation of being so close to orgasm overwhelming her. "Y-You, Yeonjun," she managed to get out between gasps for air. "I'm… I'm so close… please…" He increased the pace, his finger digging deeper inside her, his lips brushing against her clit. She arched her back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure exploded through her, washing over her in wave after wave of ecstasy.

As her breathing finally began to slow, she looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and gratitude. "You did it," she whispered, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You made me… you made me forget about anyone else." Yeonjun smiled down at her, his eyes twinkling with happiness. "I'm glad," he said, kissing her softly before pulling away. "Now, I think it's time we get some rest."

Y/n nodded, still giddy from the incredible experience they'd shared. As they made their way back to their separate rooms, she couldn't help but wonder if this was just the beginning of something truly special. Something that would last a lifetime.

"I want to be with you. Always."

Paring: Drunk!Bang Chan x G/N Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested: "can I request Chan being so drunk that he confesses to you, he probably wouldn’t say it anytime soon that he likes you… at least not sober!! Overall just some cute fluff containing drunk confessions! Also could u pls leave me as anonymous? Thank you!!"

More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open!!!

In the twilight hours of the night, the dim streetlights cast long, eerie shadows across the quiet neighborhood. The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of autumn leaves and fireplaces. It was then, under the veil of darkness, that Chan stumbled down Y/n's driveway, his footsteps unsteady and his heart racing. He had just downed what felt like an entire bottle of soju at Stray Kid's dorm, and now he was paying the price.

His hands trembled as he raised his fist and knocked on the front door, the sound echoing through the house. After what seemed like an eternity, the door swung open, revealing a sleepy-eyed Y/n in their fluffy pajamas. Their eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Chan, and they stumbled backward, tripping over the threshold.

Chan blinked, taking in the disheveled hair and mussed-up clothes of the person they loved. "Y/n…" They slurred, struggling to stand upright. "I… I need to tell you something." Their words were thick and slurred, but the emotion behind them was unmistakable.

Y/n frowned, their confusion giving way to a growing sense of dread. "Chan… are you okay? You're really drunk…" They offered him a gentle, but unsteady hand, trying to help him remain standing.

Chan grasped Y/n's hand, squeezing it tightly. "No… I mean… not that. I… I need to tell you how I feel." He paused, swallowing thickly. "I like you, Y/n. A lot." The words were out, hanging in the air between them like a heavy weight.

Y/n's eyes widened, and for a moment, they looked like they might tear up. Then, a small, shy smile spread across their lips. "I… I like you too, Chan." They stepped forward, wrapping their arms around him and pulling him into a gentle embrace. "I've liked you for a while now. I just… I never thought you'd notice."

Chan let out a shaky breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over him as he returned the hug. It was true. He had always thought that Y/n was amazing, but he never dared to dream that they could feel the same way about him. It was like a weight had been lifted off his chest, and for once, everything felt right.

"Chan?" Y/n's voice was soft, hesitant. "You don't have to be drunk to say that, you know."

Chan laughed, a little unsteadily. "I guess not. But it feels kinda… easier, you know? Like I don't have to worry about what people might think or say." He leaned into Y/n, his cheek resting against their shoulder. "And I don't want to wait for the next time I'm drunk to tell you how I feel. I want to say it now, sober and everything."

Y/n smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Chan's head. "I like that. And… I'm glad you feel that way. I don't want you to wait either." They took a deep breath, gathering their courage. "Chan, I love you. I really, really do."

Chan's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected Y/n to say those words so soon, and yet, hearing them made his chest feel tight and warm all at once. "I love you too, Y/n. So, so much." He pulled back just enough to look into Y/n's eyes, their gazes locking.

"I want to be with you. Always."

do you take writing requests? if so would you write something with a FTM reader who hasn't had any surgeries?

Paring: Bangchan x FTM reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Hey! I'm sorry for the delay, but I just wanted to ensure that this trans reader fic was the best it could be. Also, my requests are open!

Chris had been dating Y/n for a couple of months now. They were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, and things were going surprisingly well. Chris, who was completely oblivious to Y/n's trans identity, thought he had found the man of his dreams. Little did he know that he was about to have the most unforgettable night of his life.

As the hours passed, they ate dinner and watched TV, growing increasingly comfortable in each other's company. Eventually, Chris, who was exhausted from a long day himself, decided that it would be best if Y/n stayed over, knowing that it would be late by the time Y/n got home.

Y/n was hesitant to spend the night at Chris's house. He didn't want Chris to find out about his trans status, as he was afraid of being judged or rejected. But after a long day of work, and with Chris's insistence, he finally agreed to stay over.

They continued to watch TV, cuddling on the couch. It wasn't long before Chris began to feel tired himself, and he suggested that Y/n might be more comfortable sleeping in his room. Y/n, who was already feeling quite comfortable and safe with Chris, agreed.

As they headed to the bedroom, Chris couldn't help but notice how big some of his clothes were. He offered Y/n one of his oversized hoodies and a pair of boxers, which were both easily large enough to fit Y/n's slender frame. They climbed into bed, and after a few moments of fidgeting, Chris fell asleep almost instantly.

Y/n, however, found it difficult to relax. He had been used to sleeping in his own bed, and the unfamiliar surroundings made him feel self-conscious. He shifted uncomfortably in the bed, trying to find a position that would allow him to sleep peacefully. As he lay there, he debated whether or not to take off the clothes Chris had given him and put his own binder back on.

Eventually, he decided that it was best to put it off until later. He didn't want to risk waking Chris up. Instead, he tried to focus on the warmth of Chris's body pressed against his back and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. Slowly, Y/n began to drift off to sleep.

It was during one of these moments of semi-consciousness that Y/n felt something brush against his chest. He froze, unsure of what was happening. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw Chris's hands resting on his chest, cupping his breasts. Y/n was horrified and tried to push Chris away, but his strength was sapped by sleep. He covered his chest with his arms, trying to hide his feminine features from Chris.

Chris looked confused and apologetic. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep. He pulled his hands away, and Y/n could feel the heat in his cheeks as he tried to compose himself.

"It's okay," Y/n said, trying to sound more convincing than he felt. "It's just… a bit weird, that's all." He forced a small smile, hoping to reassure Chris that everything was okay.

Chris looked at Y/n for a moment, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. "Chris," Y/n said hesitantly, "I need to tell you something. Something important."

Y/n felt a chill run down his spine. He knew what was coming. He braced himself for the worst, but he couldn't bring himself to look Chris in the eye.

"I'm trans," Y/n said softly, barely able to admit it even now. "I was born a girl, but I've always identified as a man. I'm sorry if I didn't make that clear before." He waited for Chris's reaction, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.

There was a long silence. Y/n's eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, afraid to meet Chris's gaze. He could feel the weight of Chris's judgment pressing down on him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Chris spoke.

"I… I don't understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Y/n winced. "I was scared," he admitted. "I didn't want you to think any differently of me. I was just trying to be myself, you know? And I thought… maybe if I could just blend in, be invisible, then you wouldn't notice. But I was wrong."

Chris was silent for a moment, as if he were trying to process the information. Y/n could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the tension in the air palpable. "You don't have to explain yourself," Chris finally said. "I mean… I might not understand everything, but I'm not going to judge you."

Y/n felt a mixture of relief and trepidation at Chris's words. He knew that Chris was trying to be understanding, but he couldn't help but feel like he'd be disappointed or disgusted. "I'm sorry if I misled you," he said, his voice still shaky. "I just wanted to be your boyfriend, and I didn't want to ruin that."

Chris shifted in the bed, pulling Y/n closer. "You could never ruin that," he said, his voice firm and reassuring. "I care about you, Y/n, and that's not going to change. I may not know everything about what it means to be trans, but I'm willing to learn. And if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you."

Y/n felt a lump form in his throat. It was everything he could've hoped for. Chris's understanding and acceptance meant more to him than he could ever express. He let out a shaky breath, taking in Chris's words and the warmth of his embrace. "Thank you," he managed to whisper. "Thank you so much."

They lay there in silence for a while, wrapped up in each other's arms. Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He knew that there would still be challenges ahead, but he wasn't alone. He had Chris by his side.

As the morning light began to filter through the curtains, Y/n found the courage to turn his head and look at Chris. His eyes were still closed, but there was a softness to his features that Y/n hadn't noticed before. He studied Chris's face, taking in the familiar lines and contours that had always drawn him in. It was then that Y/n realized how much he truly loved Chris.

"I love you, Chris," he whispered, his voice barely audible. He could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he waited for Chris to respond. After a moment, Chris opened his eyes and looked at Y/n, a smile spreading across his face.

"I love you too, Y/n," he replied, his voice gentle and sincere. "You have no idea how much." And with that, they kissed. It was a tender, loving kiss that felt like the beginning of something new. Something beautiful.

"Not Too Old For Me"

Paring: Parents Bestfriend!Lee know x Bottom Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Y/n arrives at her family's vacation home for winter break to find a surprise in their pool.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I just finished my Yeonjun x Bottom Fan!Reader fic. I'll post it later today when I'm less busy.

The crisp winter air nipped at Y/n's nose as she stepped out of the car, her breath forming tiny clouds in front of her face. She stretched her arms overhead, feeling the familiar weight of her luggage dig into her shoulders. The warm vacation home, nestled at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, beckoned her with its inviting glow. She glanced around, taking in the serene winter landscape before her. It was just like she remembered.

But what she didn't remember was her parents inviting one of their friends, Lee Minho, to stay with them for the holidays. As she unloaded her suitcase onto the porch, she couldn't help but wonder why they'd done such a thing. It wasn't as if they were close friends or anything.

Shrugging it off, she made her way inside, removing her coat and boots by the door. The warmth of the house enveloped her like a comforting embrace, driving away the last traces of the cold air. She could hear laughter coming from the living room, where her parents were having a glass of wine with Minho. He was a tall, handsome man in his mid-thirties, with a charming smile and an air of confidence that seemed to draw people to him.

With a sigh, Y/n headed upstairs to her room to unpack. She glanced out the window as she passed by and caught a glimpse of Minho, his muscles glistening with water as he stepped out of the pool. Her heart skipped a beat as he turned around, revealing his perfectly toned backside. Suddenly, she felt a strange thrill coursing through her veins. This was going to be an interesting vacation indeed.

After putting away her clothes, she slipped into a revealing black swimsuit and made her way downstairs. The backyard was huge, with a pool and plenty of lounge chairs scattered around. As she stepped into the pool, the cool water enveloped her body, making her gasp. It felt so refreshing after being cooped up inside for so long. She swam a few laps, enjoying the freedom of the water, before deciding to lie down on one of the loungers to soak up some sun.

A few minutes later, she heard footsteps behind her and turned to see Minho emerging from the house. He was still shirtless, his chest glistening with droplets of water. He smiled at her, revealing a set of perfectly straight white teeth. "Hey, Y/n. Mind if I join you?" he asked, sitting down in the lounger next to hers.

She felt a rush of heat spread through her body at his proximity. "Uh, no, I guess not," she managed to reply, her voice sounding a little shaky. He leaned closer to her, his arm brushing against hers, and the air between them seemed to crackle with electricity. For a moment, she considered trying to seduce him, to see where things might go. But then she remembered her parents would be gone for two days, leaving them alone together…and that thought sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her.

Minho must have sensed her nervousness, because he smiled reassuringly and patted her leg. "It's okay, I won't bite. Relax and enjoy the sun." As he spoke, his hand lingered on her thigh, sending tingles up her spine. She could feel her heart racing and her breath coming faster. This was dangerous territory, but she couldn't seem to help herself. She wanted to explore where this attraction was leading.

The next few hours passed in a haze of swimming and flirting. Y/n's parents had already left to get Y/n's sister from boarding school. They talked about everything from movies to travel, and Y/n couldn't help but feel drawn to him. His eyes were piercing and intense, and when he smiled at her, it felt like the sun had come out from behind a cloud. They even shared a few intimate moments, their bodies pressed tightly together as they kissed beneath the warm summer sun.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the pool and the surrounding landscape, Minho suggested they move inside. He led her through the house and into the Minho's bedroom, where they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still wet from the pool. "Y/n, are you sure you want to do this. I'm twice your age. Aren't I too old for you?"

Y/n looks at Minho and says "I'm sure. You are not too old for me." He began to kiss her neck, his lips trailing Lower and Lower, while his hands explored her body, caressing and teasing. She arched her back, wanting more, needing him to touch her.He pulled away for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. "Do you trust me?" he whispered. She nodded, her heart racing. He smiled, his hand moving Lower still, until it was cupping her bare breast. He squeezed gently, rolling her nipple between his fingers. She let out a moan, her hips pressing against his hand. He leaned in, taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking softly as his other hand moved Lower still, slipping between her legs. She cried out as he found her already wet, her body trembling with desire.

His fingers moved in a rhythm that was both familiar and new, as if he knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her lose control. She arched her back off the bed, her nails digging into his shoulders as she came undone beneath his touch. She could feel the heat rising within her, spreading through her body like wildfire. He continued to stroke her, his fingers moving faster and faster, until she felt a second, even more intense orgasm building deep inside her.

As she neared the brink, he pulled his fingers away, leaving her aching for more. "You're so wet, Y/n," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. He rolled onto his knees, positioning himself between her spread legs. She gasped as she felt the head of his erection pressing against her entrance. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and intense, and slowly, carefully, he pushed inside. She cried out as he filled her, the sensation of being so completely joined with him overwhelming her senses.

He began to move, his hips meeting hers in a rhythm that was both gentle and demanding. He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking as he thrust deeper. She arched her back, moaning loudly as their bodies moved together, the sounds of their passion echoing through the room.

As they became lost in the sensation of being joined, the last vestiges of daylight faded away, replaced by the warm glow of the lamps. The air in the room seemed to hum with anticipation as they explored each other's bodies, their movements growing more urgent and intense. Minho's thrusts became deeper, harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to control the building urgency within him.

Y/n arched her back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she met his every stroke. She felt herself getting closer, the pressure building inside her, demanding release. With a cry that seemed to come from the depths of her soul, she came, her body convulsing beneath him as waves of pleasure washed over her. Minho followed close behind, his eyes squeezed shut, his back arching as he emptied himself deep inside her.

They lay tangled together on the bed, their breath coming in ragged gasps, their hearts racing. Minho rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. "That was… incredible," he murmured, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. Y/n couldn't help but return the smile, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment spread through her.

"I've never… I've never felt anything like that before," she confessed, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss before replying, "Neither have I." They lay there for several long moments, lost in the afterglow of their passion, the world around them fading away as they basked in the glow of their connection.

As their breathing began to steady, Minho propped himself up on an elbow, gazing down at her. "Do you want to take a shower?" he asked, running a finger lightly down her cheek. She nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. He smiled reassuringly, then rolled off the bed and onto his feet. He extended a hand to help her up, and she took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet.

The walk to the bathroom was a surreal experience as if they were in a bubble, the world around them fading away. He turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was just right, then helped her step under the spray. The warm water cascaded down over them, washing away the sweat and the traces of their passion.

OMG I JUST GOT 300+ FOLLOWERS THX GUYS

Can I request G!p Kazuha?

Best Dance Lessons Ever

Paring: Top GP!Kazuha x Bottom!Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Reader got some special lessons from Kazuha.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I feel like this might not be one of my best works but its still pretty good. Requests are opened.

After a particularly grueling group practice for Le Serrafim, Y/n stumbled out of the studio and collapsed onto a nearby bench, panting heavily. Her mind was still reeling from the dance routines and choreography they had just completed. As she caught her breath, she glanced around the empty hall, her gaze falling upon a lone figure: Kazuha Nakamura, her fellow group member and one of the most talented ballet dancers in the industry. Intrigued, she approached her.

"Kazuha," she panted, "I was wondering if you could… teach me ballet."

Kazuha looked up at her, surprise flashing across her features. "You want to learn ballet?" she asked, her voice skeptical. Y/n nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushing slightly. Kazuha hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. "Alright, let's go to the practice room. But remember, it's going to be hard work."

They made their way to the practice room, where they began with the basics: tendus, degages, and adagios. After a few minutes, Kazuha noticed that Y/n was struggling with her technique. She walked up behind her and gently lifted one of Y/n's legs up, straightening her out. As she did so, however, Y/n stumbled back a bit, accidentally grinding on Kazuha's crotch area.

"S-sorry!" she stammered, quickly trying to regain her balance. But it was too late; Kazuha had felt something hard and unyielding against her own body. And it was definitely not part of Y/n's dancer's attire. Confusion and surprise registered on her face as she looked down at Y/n, who seemed completely oblivious to what had just happened.

Before either of them could say anything else, a strange sensation began to spread through Kazuha's body. It felt… good. Intrigued and more than a little aroused, she reached out and gently grabbed Y/n's hips, pulling her closer. Without thinking, she ground her clothed crotch against Y/n's backside, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin beneath her fingers.

Y/n let out a soft moan, the vibration traveling up her spine and making her shiver. She couldn't help but move her hips in time with Kazuha's, their bodies melding together in a dance of desire. As they continued to practice, their movements became increasingly intimate, each touch more daring than the last.

Finally, they couldn't take it anymore. They collapsed onto the floor, their chests heaving and their faces flushed. With trembling hands, they began to undress, revealing their naked bodies to each other for the first time. Kazuha's girl cock, already hard and leaking pre-cum, was on full display, while Y/n's delicate curves and smooth skin glistened in the soft light of the practice room.

Without another word, Kazuha reached out and guided Y/n's hips, positioning her over her throbbing member. As she felt the heat and wetness of Y/n's entrance, she closed her eyes and let out a shuddering breath, her muscles tensing in anticipation.

"Take me," she breathed, her voice raw with desire. "Take what you want."

And with that, Y/n lowered herself down onto Kazuha's waiting cock, her tightness sending waves of pleasure through both of them. As they began to move together, their bodies becoming one, it was clear that this was more than just a ballet lesson. It was the beginning of something much deeper, and much more intense.

Kazuha's hands roamed over Y/n's supple body, caressing her soft skin, cupping her breasts, and squeezing her hips as they moved together. Y/n arched her back, letting out moans of pleasure as their hips found a rhythm that was all their own. Their breathing grew ragged, their eyes locked on each other, as if they were the only two people in the world.

Their lovemaking was a dance unlike any other, each movement perfectly timed and executed. They slid against each other, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, their moans filling the quiet practice room. As they neared their climax, Kazuha gripped Y/n's hips tightly, driving deeper into her, feeling the walls of her tight channel begin to spasm around her.

With a cry that echoed through the room, Y/n came, her inner walls milking Kazuha's cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She collapsed on top of Kazuha, their sweaty bodies sticking together, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath. Kazuha followed soon after, her own body shuddering with release as she felt the last threads of control snap.

As the afterglow of their passion began to fade, they lay there together, their hearts still racing, their bodies still tingling with desire. Kazuha smiled down at Y/n, a small tear trickling down her cheek. "You're amazing," she whispered. "I never knew dancing could feel like this." Y/n smiled back up at her, feeling a newfound sense of connection to Kazuha that went beyond anything she had ever experienced before. "Neither did I," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm glad I finally found it with you."

They remained together for a while longer, their fingers lazily tracing each other's skin, as if they were afraid that if they let go, the magic of the moment would disappear. Finally, they heard footsteps approaching the door and realized that someone was about to walk in on them. With a shared look of panic, they quickly scrambled to find their clothes, throwing them on as best they could while still maintaining a semblance of modesty.

As the door opened and a confused-looking ballerina poked her head in, they were relieved to see that it was just one of their fellow idol, who gave them a knowing smile and nodded understandingly before disappearing again. Once they were certain they were alone once more, Kazuha and Y/n turned back to each other, their cheeks flushed and their eyes shining with unspoken words.

"So," Y/n began, her voice still unsteady, "what do you say we finish that lesson now?" Kazuha smiled back at her, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "I think that's a wonderful idea," she replied, reaching out to take Y/n's hand in hers. Together, they rose to their feet and began to practice again, their movements now infused with a newfound passion and purpose. As they danced, their bodies moving as one, they couldn't help but feel that this was only the beginning of something truly special.