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𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓢𝓮𝓶𝓲-𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽 (𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓾𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽)

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1,957

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 7 𝓶𝓲𝓷 39 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Hongjoong couldn't take his eyes off Y/n as they sat together on the sofa. The way she smiled, the way her eyes sparkled, and the way she laughed were all mesmerizing to him. He couldn't believe he was lucky enough to have her as his girlfriend.

As they sat in comfortable silence, Hongjoong suddenly spoke up. "You know, I have something for you," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Y/n looked up at him with curiosity. "You have something for me? What is it?"

"Close your eyes and hold out your hands," Hongjoong said, his voice taking on a playful tone.

Y/n obeyed, closing her eyes and extending her hands out towards Hongjoong. She felt him place something small and lightweight in her palm, and she instinctively clutched it.

"You can open your eyes now," Hongjoong said, his tone softer.

Y/n opened her eyes and looked at the object in her hand. It was a small, jewelry box. She looked up at Hongjoong with a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

"Go ahead, open it," Hongjoong urged, leaning forward in anticipation.

Y/n carefully opened the jewelry box, and her breath caught in her throat at the sight of a beautiful necklace inside. The pendant was a delicate, intertwining design of silver and jewels, sparkling brilliantly in the light.

"Oh my god, Hongjoong…it's beautiful," Y/n gasped, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Hongjoong smiled, a mix of pride and sweetness in his eyes. "I'm glad you like it," he said. "I saw it and thought it would look perfect on you."

Y/n carefully took the necklace out of the box and held it up to her neck. "Can you help me put it on?" she asked, turning her back to Hongjoong.

"Of course," he replied, smiling at the opportunity to help. He took the necklace from her and carefully fastened it around her neck, his fingers brushing gently against her skin as he did so.

Y/n turned back to face him, admiring the way the necklace looked against her skin. "Thank you so much," she said, feeling touched by his gesture. "I love it so much."

Hongjoong smiled, his heart swelling at the sight of Y/n wearing the necklace. "I'm glad you do," he said, bringing his hand up to touch the pendant lightly. "You look beautiful."

Y/n blushed at his compliment, feeling a flutter of happiness in her chest. She leaned in and rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. They sat like that for a while, neither saying a word, just taking comfort in each other's presence. Hongjoong stroked her hair lightly, feeling the softness of it against his fingertips.

Finally, Y/n broke the silence. "Can I ask you something?" she said, her voice slightly muffled by his shirt.

"Of course," Hongjoong replied, still stroking her hair. "What is it?"

"Do you remember when we first met?" Y/n asked, tilting her head back to look up at him.

Hongjoong smiled as he thought back to that day. "Of course I do," he said. "It was during one of our concerts. I still remember the moment I first laid eyes on you. You stood out to me in the crowd. I couldn't take my eyes off you."

Y/n blushed at his words, feeling a warm flutter in her stomach. "And do you remember what happened after the concert?" she asked, her voice a little coy.

Hongjoong chuckled as he remembered that day after the concert. "How could I forget?" he said, a playful gleam in his eye. "I came out through the back door, and there you were, waiting for me."

Y/n grinned, remembering the butterflies she had felt that day. "I was so nervous," she said. "I couldn't believe I was actually going to talk to you, the main rapper of Ateez."

Hongjoong laughed again. "You were so cute, all shy and nervous," he said, his voice fond. "I knew right then that I had to get to know you better."

Y/n snuggled further into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. "I'm glad you did," she said, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "I'm glad you took the chance and talked to me. I don't know where I would be without you now."

Hongjoong tightened his arms around her, his heart swelling with love. "I'm the one who should be thankful," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know that?"

Y/n melted into his embrace, feeling a wave of emotion wash over her. "You're just saying that," she said, a hint of teasing in her voice.

Hongjoong huffed a laugh. "No, I mean it," he said, his voice firm. "You make my life so much better. You give me strength when I'm feeling weak, and you make me laugh when I'm feeling down. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm never letting you go."

Y/n felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "Ugh, now you're going to make me cry," she said, her voice slightly choked up.

Hongjoong chuckled softly, tenderly wiping away her tears with his thumb. "You know I love making you swoon," he said teasingly.

Y/n laughed through her tears, swatting at his arm playfully. "You're insufferable," she said, her voice fond.

"But you love me anyway," Hongjoong said, his tone cocky but his expression soft.

Y/n smiled, her heart feeling like it was overflowing with love for him. "Unfortunately, I do," she said, her tone feigning annoyance.

Hongjoong chuckled, pulling her closer to him. "You're stuck with me now," he said, his voice warm and possessive.

Y/n pretended to huff in annoyance, but she snuggled into his embrace even more. "Oh no, what tragedy has befallen me," she joked, her voice brimming with mock despair.

Hongjoong laughed, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You're such a drama queen," he teased, bopping her playfully on the nose.

Y/n mock glowered at him. "And whose fault is that, Mr. Over-the-top Romance?"

Hongjoong put on a wounded expression. "Hey, I can't help it if I love to make a grand gesture," he said, feigning hurt.

Y/n rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "You're lucky I find your theatrics endearing," she said, poking him in the ribs.

Hongjoong chuckled softly at her poke, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Oh, is that so?" he asked, slowly wrapping his arms around her and pulling her onto his lap. "You find me endearing, huh?"

Y/n let out a small gasp as she found herself suddenly straddling him, her face flushing a light pink. "I-I—" she stuttered, suddenly feeling a bit flustered by the sudden change of position.

Hongjoong's arms tightened around her waist, a smirk playing on his lips as he reveled in her reaction. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?" he teased, his voice low and silky.

Y/n blushed even harder, her heart skipping a beat at the pet name. "I just, uh—" she tried to come up with a witty response, but her mind was suddenly blank as she felt the heat of his body against hers.

Hongjoong chuckled again, loving the way he was flustering her. He pulled her closer, their bodies now flush against each other. He could feel her heart hammering against her chest, and he relished the effect he was having on her. "You know," he said, his voice dropping to a murmur, "I can think of a few other ways to make you speechless."

Y/n swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, and it made her feel both flustered and excited. She knew what he was implying, and the thought made her stomach flutter with anticipation. "Oh yeah?" she managed to say, her voice a little hoarse.

Hongjoong's smirk widened, his eyes darkening with desire. "Oh yeah," he replied, his fingers tracing soft patterns on the exposed skin of her waist, just below the hem of her shirt. He felt her shiver at his touch and his grin became predatory. "You have no idea how badly I want you right now."

Hongjoong's hands continued to roam over her skin, his touch becoming more insistent as his desire grew. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck, causing her to shiver. Just as he was about to taste her, there was suddenly a knock on the door, interrupting their passionate moment.

"Y/n? Hongjoong? Are you in there?" a voice called from the other side.

Y/n and Hongjoong froze in their position, their moment of intimacy shattered by the interruption. Hongjoong's hands stilled on her waist, his grip reflexively tightening as he let out a frustrated huff. Y/n felt a pang of disappointment, her body still thrumming with unfulfilled desire.

"Uh, yeah, we're here," Hongjoong called back, his voice sounding strained. He gently pushed Y/n off his lap, reluctantly putting some distance between them, although his eyes were still darkened with desire.

Y/n sat up, still trying to catch her breath, as the door opened and one of Hongjoong's bandmates, Wooyoung, poked his head in. He looked at the two of them with a smirk, his gaze traveling over their flushed faces and slightly disheveled appearances.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Wooyoung said, his voice dripping with mock innocence.

"Yeah, you kind of are," Hongjoong grumbled, still trying to compose himself. He shot Wooyoung a glare, silently cursing him for ruining the moment.

Wooyoung just chuckled, completely unfazed by Hongjoong's glare. "Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we have a schedule to keep, so you two lovebirds will have to finish your little…session later," he said, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

Hongjoong huffed in annoyance, knowing that Wooyoung was enjoying this too much. Y/n, meanwhile, was trying to smooth out her hair and make herself presentable. She could feel Wooyoung's gaze on her and it made her feel a bit self-conscious.

Wooyoung chuckled again, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on them. "Come on, you two," he said, his tone slightly teasing. "We don't have all day. We need to be at the studio in ten minutes."

Hongjoong reluctantly rose from the sofa, his movements a bit stiff. He turned to Y/n, his expression conflicted. He clearly didn't want to leave her just yet, but he knew they had responsibilities to attend to.

Y/n stood up as well, her legs a little shaky. She could still feel the heat of Hongjoong's touch on her skin, and the unfinished business between them was making it hard for her to focus.

Wooyoung clapped his hands together, effectively breaking the moment. "Alright, chop chop," he said, his tone lighthearted but firm. "Let's get moving, lovebirds. Don't forget about us waiting on your lovey-dovey selves."

Hongjoong and Y/n exchanged a look, both silently promising to continue their passionate encounter later. With a final glare at Wooyoung, Hongjoong grabbed Y/n's hand and led her out of the room, their unsatisfied desires still burning low in their guts. 

As they walked down the hall, Hongjoong couldn’t help but imagine what would happen once they were alone again. Y/n could feel his grip on her hand, tight and possessive, and shivered in anticipation.

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Cw: Fem! Reader, use if y/n, fluff, suggestive smut ending

Word count: 1,043

Estimated reading time: 5 min 9 sec

Authors note: Hi! Im currently away from my computer so this story is coming from my phone. So it'll have a lower quality than normal and it's unedited.

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Yunho pushed open the door to his apartment, his body tiring from a long day of practice. As soon as he stepped inside, he could hear the soft strains of music coming from the living room. He knew immediately that Y/n was home.

He stepped into the living room, his heart warming at the sight that greeted him. Y/n was sitting on the couch, her eyes closed and earbuds in her ears as she hummed along to the music.

Yunho smiled affectionately, silently observing her for a moment. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she was wearing one of his oversized hoodies. She looked so cozy and peaceful that he almost hated to disturb her.

But he couldn't resist the urge to be close to her. He crossed the room silently and sank onto the couch next to her. Y/n opened her eyes at the movement and turned to look at him, a smile spreading across her face when she saw him.

"Hey there," she said, pulling out her earbuds. "You're home earlier than I thought you'd be."

Yunho hummed, his eyes raking over her form appreciatively. "Practice ended a bit early today," he replied, shifting closer to her on the couch.

Y/n noticed the way he was looking at her and chuckled softly. "What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "Is there something on my face?"

Yunho shook his head, his gaze darkening with desire. "No," he said, his voice low and rough. "Just admiring my beautiful girlfriend in my hoodie."

Y/n blushed at his words, feeling a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She had never gotten used to the way he could so effortlessly fluster her. "Yeah, well," she said, trying to play it cool. "It's cozy, okay? You know I like to steal your hoodies."

"I know," Yunho replied, his grin growing wider. "And I don't mind one bit. I think you look even sexier in my clothes."

He reached out to wrap an arm around her waist, drawing her closer to him.

Y/n let out a small gasp as he pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him. She could feel the warmth of his body seeping through his shirt as she settled against him, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

Yunho's hands found their way under the fabric of the hoodie, his fingers trailing up and down her bare thighs. He leaned in to nuzzle her neck, his mouth leaving a trail of gentle kisses along her skin.

Y/n let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. "Yunho," she whispered, arching her back as his mouth found a particularly sensitive spot on her collarbone.

Yunho hummed in response, his lips moving down to the exposed skin of her shoulder. He left a trail of lingering kisses, his hands continuing to roam her thighs.

"You know," he murmured against her skin, "this hoodie looks much better on you than it does on me."

Y/n chuckled breathlessly, her fingers tangling in his hair. "You only say that because you like seeing me in your clothes," she teased, tilting her head back to give him better access to her neck.

"Guilty as charged," Yunho admitted, his lips curving up in a smirk. He pulled her closer, his hands gripping her thighs tighter. He could feel her growing warm and wanton in his lap, her body responding to his touch.

Y/n let out a soft sigh, her hips rocking against him unconsciously. She could feel the warmth pooling between her legs as he continued to caress her with his hands, his lips still exploring her neck and shoulders.

"Yunho," she whispered again, her voice tinged with pleading.

Yunho groaned at the pleading tone in her voice, his body reacting instantly to her desire. He could feel her hips moving against him, the heat and friction making his body ache with need.

"What do you want, baby?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "Tell me what you need."

Y/n pulled back slightly so she could look at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. "You," she breathed, her fingers tracing his jawline. "I want you, Yunho."

Yunho's eyes darkened at her words, his hands gripping her hips more firmly. "You have no idea how much I want you too," he said, his voice thick with arousal.

He surged forward then, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue slipped inside, exploring and tasting her.

Y/n melted into the kiss, her body arching against his as their mouths moved together in a desperate, passionate dance. Her fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it up over his head.

Yunho broke the kiss just long enough to help her remove his shirt, his own hands coming up to pull off her hoodie. He took in the sight of her now, dressed only in a thin tank top and her underwear, and his breath caught in his throat.

"God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roving over her body with open admiration.

Y/n's eyes widened at his request, her heart skipping a beat. She swallowed hard, her body already anticipating what he had in mind. Without a word, she obeyed, turning around on his lap so that she was facing the armrest of the couch.

Yunho hummed in approval, his hands coming to settle on her hips. He tugged her further back so that she was sitting between his thighs, her back resting against his chest. "That's a good girl," he murmured, his lips ghosting over her ear.

Y/n whimpered at the feeling of his breath on her skin, her head falling back against his shoulder. She could feel the hard planes of his body against her, her own body growing hotter and more needy with each passing second.

Yunho could feel her body trembling with need against him, his own body responding to her every hitch of breath and moan. He leaned down, his lips trailing down her neck and across her shoulder. "Just relax and let me take care of you," he murmured, his hands sliding up under her tank top.

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𝓒𝔀: 2𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓯𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1089

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 4 𝓶𝓲𝓷 17 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Han Jisung was always a cheerful and playful person, known for his silliness and quick wit among his bandmates in Stray Kids. However, there was one person who brought out a different side of him – his girlfriend, Y/n.

Jisung had met Y/n at a music festival that Stray Kids had performed at. He had been instantly drawn to her kind-hearted nature and her unique sense of fashion. After some flirting and playful banter, he finally got her number.

From there, their relationship bloomed. Jisung was used to being the playful one in his group. Still, with Y/n, he found himself being more vulnerable and honest about his feelings. He loved how she made him feel - safe, supported, and understood. And Y/n adored seeing this softer side of him, the Jisung who was shy and romantic when it was just the two of them behind closed doors.

They spent their time together creating memories and laughing endlessly. Jisung would sneak Y/n to his dorm room when the other members were out, and they would spend hours talking, sharing dreams, and just being together. Despite the demanding schedules of his career, he always made time for her, even if it was just a quick phone call before bed.

Y/n was Jisung's refuge, a place where he could be himself without the pressure of being an idol. They laughed over silly jokes, cuddled during late-night movie marathons, and found joy in the simplest things, like cooking a meal together or going for a walk in the park.

Jisung's bandmates, although teasing and jokingly jealous of the time he spent with Y/n, were genuinely happy to see their usually sassy and carefree member find such happiness. They often jokingly called her “the only one who could tame Han Jisung.”

It was late at night, and Jisung and Y/n were sitting together in his dorm room, the soft light from a lamp providing a cozy ambiance. Jisung was sprawled on the bed, a pillow propped behind his head, while Y/n sat beside him, her legs draped over his. Jisung had one hand resting on her ankle, his thumb tracing idle patterns on her skin.

The world outside was quiet, the city's buzz reduced to a faint hum in the background. Jisung broke the silence with a soft sigh, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "You know," he began, his voice low and pensive, "Sometimes, I wonder what I did to deserve you."

"What do you mean," Y/n asks

Jisung rolled onto his side, a warm smile tugging at his lips as he looked at her. "You're perfect, you know that?" he said, his eyes roaming over her face. "You put up with my nonsense, you understand me when I'm being a brat, and you love me despite everything. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm worthy of you."

"Of course, you're worthy of me. If anything I should be asking you this." Y/n tells Han

Jisung's smile widened at her words. "Nah, you're selling yourself short," he said, reaching out to gently tug a strand of her hair. "You're the one who makes me want to be a better version of myself, who makes me feel like I can be vulnerable around you. That's priceless."

Y/n shifted closer to him, her thigh now pressed against his. "And you think you don't do the same for me?" she countered, a playful smile on her lips. "You make me laugh, you make me feel special, and you're the sweetest, most caring partner anyone could ask for."

Jisung chuckled, enjoying their playful banter. "Well, we make each other better, then," he conceded, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "But I'm still going to argue that you're the better half of this relationship."

"And I will happily accept that claim."

Jisung smiled, his eyes gleaming in the soft light. "Good," he said, his hand gently stroking her side. "But don't ever forget that you're the one with the power here. You've tamed the brat known as Han Jisung. That's an achievement in itself."

Y/n chuckled. "I've only 'tamed' you because I know I'm the only one you'll listen to," she teased, poking his chest playfully. "You're just putting on a show for the others most of the time."

Jisung feigned offense, putting a hand over his heart. "How dare you," he gasped, pretending to be hurt. "I'll have you know, I'm genuinely a menace. You've just managed to see through my tough exterior and find the softie beneath."

Y/n laughed, fully aware of his playful nature. "Oh, you're such a menace, alright," she agreed, resting her head on his chest. "Scared of horror movies, can't cook to save your life, and cries like a baby when we watch sad movies."

Jisung pretended to pout, his arm wrapping around her tighter. "Hey, those are my vulnerabilities. You're supposed to keep those secrets," he protested, but there was no hiding the smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And for the record, I happen to be a fantastic cook. I just happen to specialize in instant ramyeon."

Y/n's laughter filled the room. "Right, how could I forget your specialty?" she teased, resting her hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "And what about horror movies? You're still the one who hides your face in my shoulder whenever we watch one."

Jisung rolled his eyes, pretending to look indignant but failing miserably as the corners of his mouth curled up. "Hey, it's not hiding, it's called strategic avoidance," he quipped. "I'm not scared, I'm just… tactically avoiding jump scares because I know my heart couldn't handle them."

Y/n chuckled, feeling the playful banter between them lighten the mood even more. "Okay, Mr. Tactical Avoider," she said, her tone light and affectionate. "I won't expose your secret anymore."

Jisung sighed dramatically, pulling her even closer. "Good," he said, a goofy grin on his face. "And besides, I have a feeling you wouldn't want me any other way. You secretly find my jumpy nature endearing, admit it."

Y/n feigned nonchalance, her expression mock and serious. "Oh, absolutely," she teased. "Your fear of horror movies and inability to cook is definitely among my top criteria in a boyfriend."

Jisung laughed. "Hey now, don't ruin the moment," he joked, pretending to sound offended. "We both know you adore all my quirks, even the ones you pretend annoy you."

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓟𝓸𝓵𝔂!𝓐𝓽𝓮𝓮𝔃 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓼𝔂

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 503

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 1 𝓶𝓲𝓷 57 𝓼𝓮𝓬

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 4𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯

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The 8 members of Ateez were all excited to celebrate the 4th of July with their girlfriend, Y/n. They had planned a fun-filled day of activities and surprises. The day started off with a lively breakfast, which was followed by a series of hilarious and silly games.

The members had prepared a surprise for Y/n - a picnic lunch on a secluded beach, complete with homemade sandwiches and cool lemonade. As they spread out a blanket on the sandy beach, the members marveled at the beauty of the setting. The sky was a brilliant blue, the sun was shining brightly, and the ocean was lapping at the shore in lazy waves.

They spent the afternoon playing in the sand, swimming in the cool water, and sunbathing on the blanket. The members all took turns sneaking in kisses and cuddles with Y/n, making her feel loved and adored.

As the sun began to set, the members surprised Y/n with an incredible view of the fireworks that were about to begin. They huddled together, Y/n in the center of the group, as the sky was lit up with brilliant colors and explosions. The members marveled at the beauty of the fireworks and took the opportunity to share more kisses and hugs with Y/n.

As the fireworks came to an end, the members and Y/n packed up their belongings and made their way back to the house. While the fireworks had been spectacular, the members had agreed that the best part of the day had been spending time with their girlfriend, surrounded by the beauty and excitement of the 4th of July.

Once they arrived home, the members treated Y/n to a fun-filled evening, which included a karaoke competition, a movie night, and a late-night game of truth or dare. They spent the night laughing, joking, and enjoying each other's company, all while making memories that they would cherish for years to come.

When the night finally ended, the members snuggled up with Y/n in bed, their arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace. They each mumbled sleepy good night and I love you to her, and soon they all drifted off to sleep, content and happy.

The next day, the members woke up refreshed and happy, eager to begin planning their next adventure with Y/n. Even though they had just finished celebrating the 4th of July, they were already looking forward to the next holiday, knowing that no matter what they did or where they went, as long as they were together, the day would be perfect.

And so, the cycle continued. The members of Ateez and Y/n celebrated each holiday with the same enthusiasm, each one bringing its own special moments and memories to cherish. Whether it was Christmas, Halloween, Valentine's Day, or any other celebration, the members always made sure to make it a day to remember, filled with laughter, love, and lots of hugs and kisses for Y/n.

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𝓒𝔀: 2𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓯𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

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Felix had been having a stressful day, a string of tough dance practices and long studio sessions leaving him feeling exhausted. As he entered his dorm room, he found Y/n sitting on his bed, her legs tucked beneath her, a book forgotten in her lap.

Felix walked over to the bed silently, not wanting to disturb her. He couldn't help but smile at the sight before him. She looked so small and peaceful, her face relaxed in slumber. He gently sat down on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to watch her, the steady rise and fall of her chest soothing his tired mind.

As if sensing his presence, Y/n stirred slightly. Her eyes fluttered open, and a soft smile spread across her face when she saw Felix sitting beside her. "You're back?" she murmured, her voice still groggy with sleep.

Felix nodded, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Yeah, just got back," he said softly, his fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. "You were sleeping pretty deeply."

Y/n yawned, stretching lazily. She shifted closer to him, her head resting against his shoulder. "I didn't even realize I'd fallen asleep," she admitted, her eyes drifting shut again. "I was reading to pass the time, and I guess I just got too comfortable."

Felix chuckled softly, his hand coming to rest on her back, rubbing small circles there. "Comfy enough to take a nap, huh?" he teased, his tone light and affectionate. "You must have been tired too."

Y/n hummed affirmatively, snuggling closer to him. "Yeah, today was a bit exhausting," she admitted, her voice muffled against his shirt. "I missed you, though."

Those words tugged at Felix's heartstrings. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I missed you too," he murmured, burying his face into her hair. "But I'm here now."

Y/n nuzzled her face into his chest, feeling the steady sound of his heartbeat against her cheek. "You smell good," she mumbled, inhaling deeply. There was something comforting about his familiar scent and the way his arms encircled her body.

Felix chuckled, a warm smile on his face. "Just good, huh?" he teased, gently squeezing her closer. "I was hoping for 'amazing' or 'irresistible' at least."

"You would smell irresistible if you made me some of your brownies" Y/n comments

Felix pulled away slightly, looking mock offended. "Excuse you," he teased, poking her side playfully. "Are you saying the only way I can be irresistible is if I make you brownies?"

Y/n giggled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Not the only way, but it would definitely help your case," she replied, feigning a serious look. "I have simple needs, you know. Food is the way to my heart."

Felix faked a pout, his bottom lip sticking out exaggeratedly. "So, you're just using me for my baking skills, huh?" he said dramatically, placing a hand on his chest as if wounded.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh, swatting at his chest playfully. "Oh, stop it. You know I love you for more than your brownies," she admonished a gentle smile still on her lips.

Felix's pout melted away, replaced by a warm smile. "I know," he said softly, nuzzling his face into her hair again. "But seriously, I'll make you some brownies later, okay? Just don't expect them to be perfect."

"Your brownies are always perfect"

Felix couldn't help but grin at her words, feeling a surge of affection for her. "You're just saying that because you're biased," he murmured, his finger tracing a pattern on her back.

"Biased? Biased about what?"

Felix chuckled, his tone filled with playful banter. "Biased about my baking skills," he clarified. "You're always going on about how amazing my brownies are, even if they're just average."

Y/n swatted his chest lightly again. "They're not just average! They're seriously good," she protested, her expression half-serious, half-joking. "And I'm not biased! It's just the truth."

Felix chuckled, loving the way she defended his skills. "Okay, okay, I'll take your word for it," he conceded, a smirk playing on his lips. "But honestly, it's kind of adorable how much you praise my brownies."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a mock look of offense on her face. "Adorable? I'm just being honest," she said, trying to sound indignant but failing to hold back a smile. "Your brownies are genuinely delicious, and you know it."

Felix couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. "Right, 'honest,'" he teased, poking her side again. "I should start charging you for these compliments, you know. My ego is inflating rapidly here."

Y/n pretended to ponder his words, tapping her chin with her finger. "Hmm, maybe I could pay you in hugs and kisses instead of money," she suggested a playful gleam in her eyes.

Felix faked a shocked expression. "Now we're getting somewhere," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I like this idea. It's a win-win situation for both of us."

Y/n laughed, leaning in closer to him. "Yeah, I get to indulge in your brownies and your cuddles, and you get your ego stroked. Sounds like a pretty good deal to me," she teased.

Felix wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her onto his lap. "You're not wrong," he conceded, resting his chin on top of her head. "And let's be honest, your cuddles are always appreciated anyway."

Y/n snuggled against Felix, relishing the warmth of his body and the comfort of his embrace. "You're making a compelling case for yourself, you know," she murmured, her voice soft.

Felix chuckled, his fingers gently stroking her back. "Is it working?" he asked, his tone playful.

Y/n pretended to consider his question for a moment before nodding. "Maybe just a bit," she admitted, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "But don't get too cocky."

Felix feigned exaggerated arrogance, puffing out his chest. "Too late," he declared with mock bravado. "I already feel invincible."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah, Mr. Irresistible," she teased, poking his stomach. "Just don't let it go to your head."

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