Do You Take Writing Requests? If So Would You Write Something With A FTM Reader Who Hasn't Had Any Surgeries?

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.

"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.

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Bangchan stabs a knife into the mattress and makes you ride the handle

(please..)

Drive Me Insane

Paring: Top!Bang Chan x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Chan hates it when you act like a total slut for attention.

More: Masterlist

A/n: Sorry that there's not that much dialogue. I find it a little hard to write dialogue for smut (But I'm working on it) 😅. Requests are open!

Bang Chan's fingers danced over the laptop keyboard, his brow furrowed as he tried to focus on his boss and other employees in front of him. His mind, however, was elsewhere. His gaze kept drifting to the bedroom door, where he could hear the unmistakable sounds of their mattress creaking and his husband's breathy moans filling the air. The tension built up inside him like a pressure cooker, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger, frustration, and desire.

He glanced at the clock, noting that they still had another hour left in the Zoom meeting. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't take it anymore. With a deep breath, he ended the call abruptly and stormed into the bedroom, his heart racing and his blood pumping. There he found his husband, his back arched and his hips thrusting rhythmically on his own fingers, his other hand tangled in his own hair as he moaned Bang Chan's name.

The anger inside him boiled over, and he grabbed the sharpest knife from the kitchen, intent on teaching his husband a lesson. He stormed back into the bedroom, holding the knife above his head, and plunged it deep into their mattress. It went in with a satisfying thud, the handle poking out at an angle, ready for someone to ride it. He stared at his husband, chest heaving, waiting for the realization of what he had done to sink in.

You looked up at him, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. "Chris? Wh-What did you do?" you slowly slid your hands down the bed, still looking at the knife handle poking out of the mattress. Your cheeks flushed red, and a shiver ran down his spine.

Bang Chan felt a surge of power course through him. He couldn't believe his husband was actually enjoying this. "I did this because I'm sick of you doing this," he growled, gesturing to the bed. "I'm sick of you being so needy, so slutty. I want you to feel what it's like."

You swallowed hard, looking conflicted for a moment before your expression hardened. You slowly climb over to the knife, straddling the knife handle. your cock is already hard, and you begin to grind against it, moaning softly. "Is that what you want, Chris?" you pant, your eyes locked on Chan. "You want me to ride your little knife?"

Bang Chan's heart skips a beat at the sight of his husband's cock throbbing against the knife handle. He wants to tell him no, to make him stop, but the sight of his husband's submission, his desire… it's too much. He can't look away.

You lean forward, his hands gripping the bed sheets, and begin to ride the knife's handle. your hips move in a steady rhythm, your breath coming out in ragged gasps.

Chan watches in awe as his husband takes control of the situation, asserting his dominance over the knife and the bed. It's a power play that he never knew his husband was capable of, and it's driving him wild. He can feel his own desire building inside him, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. He wants to join in, to feel the knife handle thrusting inside him, to feel his husband's weight pressing down on him.

Your breath comes out in ragged gasps, Your body tensing as you are near climax. your hips buck wildly, the knife handle digging deeper into the mattress with each thrust. Bang Chan can't take it anymore. He goes onto the bed, takes his husband off the knife, and places the knife on the side table, which you whine at.

Their bodies are pressed together, sweat glistening on their skin. You lean forward, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. Chan's tongue darts out, seeking entry into his husband's mouth, and when it finds purchase, he thrusts it deep, tasting his husband's desire. Their hands roam over each other's bodies, seeking out pleasure, finding it in the other's touch.

Chan groans into the kiss, his hips grinding against his husband's. He reaches down, gripping his erection, and gives it a firm stroke. You gasp, arching into the touch, and Bang Chan feels his own desire surging forward, desperate for release. He breaks the kiss, panting, and gazes down at his husband's body.

You watch him with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You reach down, unbutton Bang Chan's pants, and pull them down his hips, revealing his erection, already leaking pre-cum. Chan takes it in his hand, stroking up and down the length, feeling the warmth and the moisture.

Chan groans the sensation is exquisite, and he can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within him. He reaches down, gripping your hair, and pulls him into a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue darts out, tangling with yours, as your bodies move in perfect sync.

You groan, your hips bucking against Chan's hand. You feel so alive, so desired. The power play they've engaged in has only served to heighten your desire, and you want nothing more than to feel Chan inside you.

Chan reaches out, gripping his husband's hips, and guides him down onto his cock.

There's a moment of resistance before you are fully impaled on his length, but then he feels the slick heat of your body envelop him, and a shudder runs through him. He buries his face in your neck, feeling your heart racing beneath your lips. your hips move together, a slow, sensual dance that soon picks up speed.

The mattress squeaks beneath them as they writhe together, their bodies sliding against each other, chests heaving. Your nails dig into Chan's shoulders, leaving little trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through him. He looks down, taking in the sight of their joined bodies, and feels a wave of possessiveness wash over him.

Chan's eyes meet yours, and in that moment, he feels so connected to you. It's as if you two can communicate without words, your bodies speaking the language of desire and love. He reaches down, grasping your ass, and squeezes it, urging you to move faster, harder.

Both your movements grow more frenzied, their breath coming in ragged gasps. The sweat that coats their bodies serves to heighten the sensation, making every touch, and every caress more intense. You arch his back, pushing yourself deeper onto Chan's cock, and a low groan escapes your lips. You can feel his release building inside him, the familiar tension coiling tighter and tighter.

Chan's eyes never leave his husband's face as he watches you lose control. He feels his own orgasm building, threatening to overwhelm him, but he wants to savor this moment, wants to share it with his husband. He leans down, kisses his husband's neck, sucking on the skin as he thrusts harder. His hips buck wildly, finding a rhythm that matches his husband's, and he feels the hot release spill from him, coating their stomachs and thighs.

You arch your back, crying out as you come, feeling the intense pleasure wash over you. Your body shudders with the force of your orgasm, and you collapse against Chan, panting heavily. For a moment, they're both lost in the aftermath of their passion, their bodies still moving together, finding a rhythm in the quiet aftermath.

Chan's chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, his heart still racing. He looks down at you, feeling a profound sense of love and connection wash over him. He gently kisses your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before pulling out of him. Their sweat-slicked bodies slide against each other, leaving trails of wetness on the sheets.

Your eyes flutter open, and you smile up at Bang Chan, the afterglow of their passion still evident on your face. "Thank you," You whisper, running a hand through Chan's husband's sweat-dampened hair. "That was… incredible."

Chan leans down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. "I love you," he whispers against his mouth. "So much." He rolls off of him, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at his husband's face. The room is still, the only sound is their ragged breathing as they lie entwined in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

You smile up at him again, your eyes half-lidded with contentment. "I love you too," You say softly, your voice still thick with desire. "You make me feel so… wanted, so loved."

Their gazes lock, and at that moment, Chan can feel the weight of your words. He reaches down, cupping your cheek, and gently kisses you, wanting to convey all the love and adoration he feels in that single touch. Their kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, as they express their feelings for each other in a language that needs no words.

Back At It Again

Paring: Seungmin x Bangchan sister!reader

Genre: smut

Summary: Seungmin is always gonna find a way to piss Chan off.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I just spilled water on my computer so far it hasn't done anything yet. (Also this fic is pretty short)

Seungmin was such a menace to Bang Chan that nothing surprised him anymore. Seungmin had been the one to start all the pranks, the fights, and even the group's infamous nickname, "The Troublemaker." So, when Seungmin started showing an interest in Bang Chan's sister, Y/n, it didn't really register as anything out of the ordinary.

Y/n and Seungmin had been secretly dating for a while now, sneaking around behind Chan's back. They would meet up in Y/n's room when the coast was clear, and their time together was always passionate and intense. One afternoon, while Seungmin was over at Y/n's house, they decided to take their relationship to the next level.

As they kissed and undressed each other, Seungmin's hands roamed over Y/n's smooth skin, eventually finding their way to her tight pussy. He slipped a finger inside, feeling her wetness as she moaned into their kiss. His touch ignited a fire in her, and she arched her back, wanting more. Seungmin could tell that she was ready for him, so he positioned himself between her legs and slowly pushed his hard cock into her wetness.

Y/n let out a gasp as she felt him filling her, the pain turning to pleasure as he began to thrust inside her. Her room shook with the force of their passion, and she wrapped her legs around Seungmin's waist, urging him to go faster. His thrusts were deep and powerful, each one causing her to cry out in ecstasy.

Seungmin's fingers dug into her hips, holding her tightly against him as he pounded into her, lost in the heat of the moment. He could feel her walls start to tighten around him, and he knew she was close. "I'm gonna come, baby," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

Y/n moaned his name, her head thrown back as she felt the intense pleasure building inside her. She arched her back, meeting his thrusts with her own, their bodies moving in perfect sync. As the climax neared, she tightened her legs around Seungmin, urging him on, desperate for the release that only he could give her.

Bang Chan, who had just entered the house, suddenly realized what was going on. He'd heard the moans and the shaking of the walls, and when he walked into the room, there was no mistaking what he saw: Seungmin was fucking his sister. For a moment, Chan was frozen in shock, unable to process the scene before him.

Seungmin's eyes widened when he saw Chan standing in the doorway, but instead of panicking, he merely smirked. "Oh, hey, Chan," he said casually, not bothering to hide the lust in his voice. Y/n's face flushed red with embarrassment, but she couldn't pull away from Seungmin's thrusts.

Chan felt a mixture of anger, betrayal, and hurt wash over him as he watched Seungmin continue to pound into his sister. He turned and stormed out of the room, unable to process what had just happened. As he closed the door behind him, he could still hear the muffled moans and the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin.

Later that night, as everyone else in the house slept, Chan couldn't help but replay the scene in his mind. He felt guilty for invading their privacy, but he was also furious with Seungmin for taking advantage of his sister like that. He knew that Y/n had feelings for Seungmin, but he never thought she would actually go through with it.

An Orgasm A Day Keeps The Cramps Away

Paring: GP!Yunjin x Bottom Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Yunjin decides to help you with your cramps during your time of the month.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I wrote this fic because I have just started my period again and my cramps are causing me a lot of pain. I am also considering writing more period-related content, including smut.

Yunjin was in the practice room with Y/n when she saw Y/n was in pain. She immediately stopped what she was doing and approached Y/n with concern written all over her face. "Y/n, what's wrong? You seem to be in pain." Yunjin asked, her voice soft and gentle. Y/n let out a sigh before responding, "Ah, it's just my period. I just started and the cramps are killing me. Nothing seems to help." Yunjin nodded, remembering how painful cramps could be. She decided to do some research to see if there was anything she could do to help Y/n.

As it turned out, orgasms were known to provide relief from menstrual cramps. Eager to help her friend, Yunjin suggested, "Hey, Y/n, have you ever heard of how orgasms can help with cramps? Maybe we could try that?" Y/n's face turned bright red and she stuttered, "Uh, well, I-I've heard about it, but I'm a virgin. I don't really know how to do it."

Yunjin smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, I can help you. It's not as scary as it sounds, and we can do it in a way that's comfortable for you." She moved closer to Y/n and kissed her softly on the lips. "We can start with this." As they continued to make out, Yunjin began to undress Y/n, taking off her shirt and revealing her flat chest.

Y/n glanced down at her own body, feeling self-conscious about her nakedness. "But, um, won't it get messy if we do it here?" she asked, referring to the practice room. Yunjin thought for a moment and then nodded. "You're right. Let's go to our dorm instead. I'm sure we can find a way to make it work." Together, they went to their shared bedroom and entered the bathroom. Yunjin turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature until it was nice and hot. "This should help relax you," she said with a gentle smile.

As Y/n stepped into the steamy shower, Yunjin closed the shower door behind them. She wrapped her arms around Y/n and started kissing her passionately, their tongues tangling together. Y/n moaned softly into the kiss, feeling a heat building up between her legs. Yunjin could tell that Y/n was ready, so she leaned forward and began to kiss and lick along her neck and collarbone.

Y/n gasped and arched her back, her eyes fluttering shut. She could feel Yunjin's hand moving between their bodies, stroking her gently. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Yunjin asked, her voice husky with desire. "I don't want to hurt you." Y/n nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, I trust you," she whispered.

With that, Yunjin positioned herself in front of Y/n and slowly guided her hips forward. Their bodies aligned perfectly, and Yunjin felt her own girlhood slide effortlessly inside Y/n's wetness. They groaned in unison as their hips began to move together, their bodies becoming one in the heat of passion. Yunjin's fingers dug into Y/n's hips, urging her to go deeper, harder, faster.

Y/n threw her head back, her long hair falling forward to hide her face from view. She arched her back, meeting Yunjin's thrusts with equal force. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, but somehow, it felt like it was helping to ease the pain. The cramps that had been wracking her body seemed to fade away as the orgasm began to build inside her.

"Oh, Yunjin!" she cried out, her voice muffled by the sound of their bodies slapping together. "I'm close!" Yunjin's hips quickened, and she leaned forward, nipple brushing against Y/n's. "Cum with me, baby," she whispered, her breath hot against Y/n's ear. And with those words, Y/n's orgasm crashed over her like a wave, washing away the last vestiges of pain and leaving her spent and satisfied.

They clung to each other, their hearts racing, as they tried to catch their breath. Yunjin's chest heaved up and down, and she could feel her own juices still dripping from their entangled bodies. She smiled down at Y/n, who looked up at her with a mixture of surprise and contentment.

"That was amazing," Y/n whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of the running water. "Thank you." Yunjin leaned down and kissed her softly. "No, thank you. I've never felt anything like that before. You're incredible." They continued to embrace, lost in the afterglow of their shared experience, until the water began to cool and reality slowly crept back in.

With a sigh, Yunjin stepped away from Y/n and turned off the shower. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself before wrapping another around Y/n. "Come on," she said, leading Y/n out of the shower and into the bedroom. "Let's get cleaned up and relax." They dried off, got dressed, and climbed into bed, snuggling close together under the soft sheets. Yunjin couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her as she wrapped her arm around Y/n's waist.

They lay there for a while, just enjoying each other's company in silence. Yunjin could feel the warmth of Y/n's body against hers, and it was oddly comforting. She wondered if this was how it felt to be in love. She couldn't deny that she had been attracted to Y/n from the moment they met, but she never expected to feel this way about her. It was almost overwhelming at times, but in a good way.

As they lay there, Y/n traced idle patterns on Yunjin's arm with her finger. "Thank you for being here for me tonight," she said softly. "I don't know what I would have done without you." Yunjin smiled down at her. "You're my best friend, Y/n. Of course I'm here for you. And I'm glad we could…do this. I hope it helped." Y/n nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "It did. More than you'll ever know."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, Yunjin thought she saw something different in Y/n's gaze. Something that went beyond friendship. But before she could say anything, Y/n looked away, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Let's get some sleep, okay?" Yunjin nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment deep in her chest. But she knew that tonight, they had shared something special, and that was enough for now.

They settled into the bed, spooning together, and soon fell into a deep, satisfying sleep. As they drifted off, Yunjin couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. It was as if everything that had happened before this moment had been leading up to this night, and for the first time in a long time, she felt truly at ease.