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𝓒𝔀: 𝓤𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓕𝓮𝓶!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽, 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓭𝓸𝓶! 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰, 𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓵 (𝓯𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰)

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Yeosang had been looking forward to spending time with Y/n all day. He had a surprise planned for her, and he couldn't wait to see her reaction.

Walking into their shared apartment, he found her sitting on the couch, watching TV. She looked cute and cozy wrapped up in a blanket, and his heart warmed at the sight of her.

"Hey there," he said, crossing over to the couch and plopping beside her. Y/n looked up at him with a smile, her eyes sparkling affectionately. "Hey," she said, leaning over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "How was your day?"

"It was good," he replied, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. "But it's even better now that I'm here with you."

Y/n melted into his embrace, snuggling against his chest. "Charmer," she said, poking his side playfully.

Yeosang chuckled, enjoying the feeling of having her close to him. "What can I say?" he said, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm. "You bring out the charmer in me."

Y/n hummed, her eyes drifting back to the TV. "What were you up to today?" she asked, curious about how he spent his time.

"Oh, you know, the usual," Yeosang replied, trying to sound casual. "I had practice with the guys this morning, and then I had to run some errands and do some shopping."

"Shopping, huh?" Y/n asked, tilting her head up to look at him. "What did you buy?"

Yeosang's heart rate picked up a bit, and he fought to keep his expression neutral. "Oh, just a few things," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Some clothes, a couple of gifts."

Y/n arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his vague response. "Gifts, huh? For anyone special?"

Yeosang smirked, unable to keep the sly grin off his face any longer. “Well, actually, there is someone special I bought a gift for,” he said, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw.

Y/n's curiosity was piqued now. "Oh really?" she asked, her eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. "Who could that be?"

Yeosang chuckled, loving the way her eyes sparkled with mischief. "You know exactly who I'm talking about," he said, his voice low and suggestive.

Y/n's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Me?" she exclaimed, her lips curving up in a grin. "You bought me a gift?"

Yeosang rolled his eyes, amused by her act. "Who else would I be talking about, dummy?" he teased, his hand coming up to tug playfully at one of her strands of hair.

Y/n laughed, swatting at his hand playfully. "Hey, don't call me dummy!" she protested, poking his side again. "But seriously, what did you get me?"

Yeosang's smirk grew wider, and he reached into his pocket to pull out a small gift wrapped in bright paper. "Why don't you open it and find out?" he suggested, holding it out to her.

Y/n's eyes lit up as she took the present from him. She had never been very patient when it came to surprises, and she eagerly tore open the wrapping paper to reveal a small jewelry box.

Y/n's heart raced as she opened the lid of the box, revealing a stunning necklace inside. The chain was delicate and gold, and a small, heart-shaped diamond pendant hung from it.

"Oh my god," Y/n breathed, her fingers shaking as she reached out to touch the pendant. "Yeosang, it's beautiful!"

Yeosang's heart swelled with pride and happiness as he watched her gaze at the necklace, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm glad you like it," he said, his voice soft. "I saw it and thought of you immediately."

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes brimming with affection. "You're too good to me," she said, her hand coming up to touch his cheek. "I love it. Thank you."

Yeosang's heart skipped a beat at her touch, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "You deserve it," he murmured, his arms coming up to pull her closer.

Y/n melted into his embrace, her head resting against his chest as she hugged him tighter. "I love you," she said, her voice muffled against his shirt.

"I love you too," Yeosang replied, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back. "More than anything in the world."

Yeosang's body felt a sudden wave of heat wash over him, his hands tightening around Y/n's waist. He loved the feeling of her body against his, the way she seemed to fit perfectly in his arms.

"You know what I love even more than this necklace?" he asked, his voice low and rough with desire.

Y/n's breath hitched at the change in his tone, her body responding to the heat in his voice. "What's that?" she asked, her own voice cracking a little.

Yeosang's lips curled up in a sly grin, his hands roaming across her body. "You," he said, his mouth moving to her neck. "I love the way you feel in my arms, the way you taste on my lips. You drive me crazy."

Y/n let out a soft moan, her head falling back as his lips worshipped her neck. His touch was sending waves of heat through her body, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

Yeosang's hands slid under her shirt, his fingers caressing the smooth skin of her stomach. He couldn't get enough of her, his body craving her touch like a drug.

"You drive me insane, do you know that?" he murmured, his lips moving up to her ear. "I can never get enough of you."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her body arching against his touch. His hands on her skin felt like fire, and she felt a desperate ache growing between her legs.

"Yeosang," she breathed, her voice pleading. "I need you."

Yeosang groaned at her words, his hands gripping her hips harder. Her neediness, her desire for him, drove him crazy.

"I know," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I need you too, more than anything. Let's go to the bedroom."

Y/n nodded, not trusting her voice to speak. She let him lead her into the bedroom, her body feeling like it was on fire.

Once they were in the bedroom, Yeosang closed the door behind them, his eyes darkened with burning desire.

He pulled her close, his hands going to the hem of her shirt. "I need to see you," he said, his voice ragged with yearning.

He started to lift her shirt up over her head, his eyes roaming across her skin as it was revealed to him.

Y/n's breath caught in her chest as he bared her skin to him, his gaze hot and intense. She could feel the heat of his stare as he looked at her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body with an almost reverential awe.

Yeosang's breath hitched in his throat as he took in the sight of her, his hands reaching out to touch her everywhere. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his fingers tracing the lines of her body, caressing her skin with an almost hungry desperation.

Y/n's body shivered under his touch, her skin igniting with heat wherever his fingers brushed against her. She could feel the desire building inside of her, an urgent need for him that burned hotter with every passing second.

Yeosang's eyes darkened with desire, his body responding to her every shiver and sigh. He leaned down to capture her mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth with a desperate hunger.

Y/n kissed him back with equal fervor, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she lost herself in the heat of their kiss. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending hyper-sensitive to his touch.

Yeosang's hands roamed across her body, exploring every inch of her skin. He wanted to memorize every curve and contour, to commit her to his memory like a piece of art.

His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

Y/n gasped, arching her neck to give him better access. The feeling of his teeth on her skin sent a bolt of electricity straight to her core, adding to the already intense heat building within her.

Yeosang's hands slid down to her hips, his fingers tracing the edge of her waistband. He wanted to take his time, to tease and tantalize her, but the feel of her in his arms was driving him wild.

He pulled back to look at her, his eyes dark with desire. "I need you, now," he whispered, his voice ragged with need.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her body responding immediately to his words. She met his gaze, her eyes darkened with a mirror of his own desire.

"Then take me," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I'm yours."

Yeosang's breath hitched at her words, his fingers digging into her hips. He could feel his control slipping, his body screaming for release.

He walked her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed, forcing her to sit down. He stood above her, his eyes roaming across her body like a predator about to pounce.

Y/n looked up at him, her body already trembling with anticipation. She could feel the heat and desire pouring off him in waves, and it only served to heighten her own need.

She reached out, her hand gripping his shirt, and pulled him down on top of her.

Yeosang groaned as he landed above her, his body pressing against hers. Her touch was like fire, burning him up from the inside out.

He captured her mouth in a deep kiss, his hands roaming over her body possessively. He wanted to consume her, to lose himself in her completely.

Y/n returned his kiss hungrily, her body arching up into his touch. She could feel the heat and strength of his body above her, and it only made her want him more.

Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the taut muscles shifting under her touch. Her nails scraped lightly down his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Yeosang broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The feeling of her nails on his skin was driving him insane, his body desperate for more.

"I need to taste you," he murmured, his lips moving down her neck to her collarbone. "Every inch of you."

Y/n's body shivered under his touch, her breath coming out in needy gasps. She could feel his lips and teeth on her skin, his hands roaming across her body as if he were mapping out every contour.

"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Don't stop."

Yeosang let out a low growl, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move lower down her body. He could feel her shaking beneath him, hear her breath catching in her throat as he explored the planes and curves of her body.

His lips traced a hot path down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel before moving further south.

Y/n's body was on fire, her skin feeling like it was electrified by his touch. Her hands fisted in the sheets, trying to anchor herself as he continued his delicious assault.

She wanted to touch him, to return the pleasure he was giving her, but her body was too writhing with the need to do anything but arch and moan beneath him.

His lips and tongue continued their descent, moving lower and lower until they reached the edge of her underwear. He paused there, his hot breath fanning across her sensitized skin.

Y/n's breath hitched, her body tensing with anticipation. His proximity to her most sensitive area was almost unbearable, the heat of his breath making her body ache even more.

"Yeosang," she gasped, her voice pleading and desperate. "Please."

Yeosang could feel her body trembling beneath him, her words like honey in his ears. He wanted to taste her, to lose himself in the sweet nectar that awaited him, but first, he needed to hear her beg.

He leaned down, his mouth hovering mere millimeters from her most sensitive flesh. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Y/n's body arched and writhed beneath him, her breathing ragged and desperate. Everything about her was pleading, begging to be brought to the edge of ecstasy.

"I want you," she gasped, her voice barely more than a needy moan. "I need you. Please, Yeosang."

Yeosang's control threatened to snap at the sound of her voice, her pleading words going straight to his groin. But still, he held back, wanting to relish in every moment of her submission.

He leaned down, his mouth hovering tantalizingly close to her most intimate area. "Say it again," he commanded, his voice rough and ragged. "Beg me for it."

Y/n's body was on fire, her mind hazing with pleasure. His words, his touch, and his very presence were driving her insane with need.

"Please," she repeated, her voice a breathless whisper. "Please, Yeosang. I need you. I want you. Please, I'm begging you."

That was all the begging he needed to hear. With a low growl, he closed the distance between them, his mouth finding her most sensitive flesh.

His tongue was like a flame, burning through her like a wildfire. He tasted her, explored her, and devoured her with a fervor that almost bordered on feral.

Y/n's body writhed and arched beneath him, her breath coming in rapid gasps as he tasted her. His tongue and lips were like magic, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

She could feel her climax building low in her belly, growing more and more intense with each passing second. "Yeosang," she gasped, her voice breaking. "I can't… I can't hold on much longer…"

Yeosang smiled against her, his tongue continuing its onslaught. He could feel her body starting to tense and shake, a sure sign that she was close, but he didn't let up.

He wanted her to lose control, to give herself over completely to the pleasure he was giving her. "Let go," he murmured, his breath hot on her skin. "I've got you."

Y/n's body trembled and shuddered as his words and his tongue sent her over the edge. Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, washing over her in waves of pleasure.

She arched her back, her hands clenching in the sheets as she gasped and panted for breath.

As their bodies slowly relaxed, Yeosang's phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence. 

Yeosang groaned in frustration as he looked at the screen. "It's my manager," he grumbled, his voice still rough with want.

He grabbed his phone and answered it, his expression turning serious as he listened.

Y/n watched him as he talked on the phone, her body still humming with aftershocks from their intimate encounter.

She couldn't make out the details of the conversation, but she could tell from the grim look on Yeosang's face that it wasn't good news.

After a few minutes, Yeosang ended the call and set his phone back down on the nightstand. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched across his face.

"I have to go," he said, his voice

Y/n's heart sank at his words, the afterglow of their intimate moment disappearing in an instant. 

"But… I wanted to spend more time with you," she protested, trying to ignore the lump that was forming in her throat.

Yeosang's expression softened at her words, and he reached out to take her hand. "I know," he said, his voice gentle. "But I'm needed at the studio."

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'll make it up to you, I promise," he whispered, his lips hot on her skin.

Y/n wanted to argue, to plead with him to stay a little longer, but she knew it was futile. His duty to the group and their fans came first, and she respected that.

She nodded slowly, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice. "Okay," she said quietly.

Yeosang nodded a look of guilt passing over his face. He hated having to leave her like this, especially after they just shared such an intimate moment.

But he knew he had responsibilities to attend to, and he couldn't just abandon them. "I'll see you later," he said, his voice soft. He gave her hand one last squeeze before reaching for his clothes.

Y/n watched as he got dressed, her heart feeling heavy in her chest. She wanted to say something else, to ask him to stay for just a few more minutes, but she bit back the words.

She knew it was pointless, and she didn't want to make him feel worse than he already did.

As Yeosang finished getting dressed, he leaned down to give Y/n a gentle kiss. "I'm sorry," he murmured against her lips.

With a last lingering glance, he turned and left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Y/n was left alone in the room, the silence feeling heavy and oppressive. She lay there for a few moments, her mind reeling with conflicting emotions.

Eventually, she forced herself to sit up and swing her legs over the edge of the bed. She reached for her own clothes, pulling them on with a sense of resignation.

The afterglow of their intimacy was gone, replaced by a sense of emptiness and disappointment.

Y/n tried to shake off the feeling as she got dressed, but it clung to her like a heavy cloak. It wasn't just the interruption of their intimate moment that was bothering her, it was the reminder of the reality of Yeosang's life.

He was a K-Pop idol, and his life was not his own. His schedule was set by his managers and the company, and he had to follow it whether he wanted to or not.

As she finished dressing, Y/n took a deep breath and tried to push aside the negative thoughts that were swirling in her mind. She knew Yeosang would have stayed if he could, and she didn't want to hold it against him.

She left the bedroom, making her way out of Yeosang's apartment and into the cold, empty night.

Y/n walked through the dark streets, her mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Yeosang and the interrupted intimacy they had shared. Despite her attempts to shake off the negativity, she couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness and disappointment.

As she walked, her phone buzzed in her pocket, startling her out of her thoughts. She pulled it out and looked at the screen, her heart skipping a beat as she saw who the text was from.

It was Yeosang, and the message read: "I'm sorry for having to leave like that. I promise I'll make it up to you. I miss you already."

Despite herself, a small smile tugged at the corners of Y/n's lips. His words were comforting, and they made her feel a little less alone.

She quickly texted back, feeling a wave of relief wash over her: "It's okay. I understand. I miss you too."

As she continued walking home, Y/n felt a little lighter knowing that Yeosang was thinking about her too, despite the disruptions to their time together.

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Jongho and Y/n have been dating for a few months, and they're in a long-distance relationship. Despite being apart, they make an effort to stay connected through phone calls, video chats, and messages. One day, Jongho surprises Y/n by appearing outside her apartment unannounced, holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a big smile on his face.

Jongho stood outside Y/n's apartment building, hiding behind a pillar and waited for her to walk out. His heart was beating faster as he clutched the bouquet he was holding, trying to calm himself down. He had been planning this surprise visit for weeks, and he hoped that Y/n would be shocked and happy to see him.

As soon as he saw her coming out the door, his face lit up, and he stepped out from behind the pillar, revealing himself. "Surprise!" he said, holding up the flowers with a grin.

Y/n's eyes widened in shock as she spotted Jongho standing there, holding the bouquet. She couldn't believe it. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice filled with surprise and elation.

Jongho chuckled, his smile widening. "I couldn't wait any longer," he said, taking a few steps towards her. "I missed you too much."

Y/n smiled back, her heart swelling with happiness. She couldn't believe that he had come all the way just to see her, unannounced. She closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest.

Jongho hugged her tightly, his arms wrapping around her and holding her close. He inhaled the scent of her hair, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity that he had been craving. "I missed you so much," he murmured, his voice a little rougher than usual.

Y/n nodded against his chest, her arms tightening around him. "I missed you too," she said, her voice muffled against his shirt. She didn't want to let go, she wanted to stay in his embrace forever.

Jongho pulled back slightly, still holding her close, and looked down at her face. "You look even more beautiful than I remembered," he said, his hand coming up to cup her cheek.

Y/n blushed at his words, feeling her heartbeat quicken at his touch. She couldn't believe how effortlessly charming he was, making her feel like the only girl in the world.

 "You flatterer," she said, her voice a little shaky. "You don't look so bad yourself."

After their initial embrace, Jongho remembered the flowers he had been holding. He held up the bouquet, a sheepish look on his face. "Oh, right, these are for you," he said, offering the flowers to her.

Y/n beamed, taking the flowers from him. "They're beautiful," she said, bringing them up to her nose to sniff them. "You remembered my favorite."

Jongho smiled, pleased that he had picked the right flowers. "Of course I remembered," he said, watching fondly as she admired the bouquet. "I know your favorite color, your favorite food, and your favorite flower."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, a smile on her lips. "Show-off," she teased, but there was affection in her voice. "You really are too good to be true, you know that?"

Jongho chuckled, taking her hand in his. "I just pay attention to the things that are important to me," he said, his thumb tracing a pattern on her wrist. "And you're the most important thing in my life."

Y/n's heart fluttered at his words, butterflies erupting in her stomach. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have him in her life. "You have a way with words, you know that?" she said, her hand tightening around his.

Jongho smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Well, I have to use something besides my good looks to keep your attention, don't I?" he joked.

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. "As if you need to," she said, bumping his shoulder playfully with hers. "Your good looks are more than enough to keep me interested, trust me."

Jongho chuckled, his arm wrapping around her shoulder and pulling her closer to his side. "Good to know," he said, planting a kiss on the top of her head. "But I also know that you like it when I say sweet things to you, don't deny it."

Y/n leaned into his side, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his presence. "Okay, okay, you got me," she admitted, tilting her head to look up at him. "I do like it when you say sweet things. It makes me feel all gooey inside."

Jongho grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction at her admission. "I can say sweet things all day if it makes you feel like that," he said, his arm around her shoulders tightening. "But I was hoping I could do more than just say sweet things to you right now."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, and what did you have in mind?" she asked, her tone teasing.

Jongho's gaze darkened at her playful tone, and he turned to face her fully, his hands coming up to rest on her hips. "Well, I was thinking I could show you how much I've missed you," he said, his voice lower and huskier.

Y/n's breath hitched at his words, her skin prickling with awareness at his touch. "Is that so?" she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Mhmm," Jongho hummed, his thumbs tracing circles on her hips, making her skin tingle. "I've missed the way you smell," he said, leaning down to brush his nose against her neck. He inhaled deeply, his breath hot on her skin. "And the way you taste," he added, his lips grazing her pulse point.

"Then we should go inside then, I don't want my neighbors to see me like this" Y/n says breathlessly.

Jongho chuckled, reluctantly pulling away from her neck. "You're right," he said, his hands still on her hips. "As much as I'd like to have you right here, right now, I don't think your neighbors would appreciate the show."

Y/n laughed, her cheeks flushed and her heart racing. "Yeah, probably not the best idea," she agreed, her hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of her face. "Let's go inside, where we can have a little more privacy."

Jongho took her hand and interlaced their fingers, a cocky smirk on his lips. "I guess that means we'll have to pick up where we left off in the privacy of your apartment then," he said, his voice full of promise.

Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her mind already wandering to all the things they could do in the privacy of her apartment. She squeezed his hand, her heart racing with anticipation. "Come on then," she said, tugging him towards the entrance of her building.

Jongho followed her, his hand squeezing hers back. He was feeling the same mixture of excitement and anticipation, his own heart racing at the thought of finally having her alone. As they walked into the building and waited for the elevator, he couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.

Once they were finally in the elevator and the doors closed behind them, Jongho couldn't resist pulling her close, his arms wrapping around her waist. He pressed her against the wall of the elevator, his body molding to hers. "I don't know how I survived all this time without touching you," he muttered, his hands roaming over her body.

Y/n gasped at the sudden contact, her body reacting instantly to his touch. Her hands came up to rest on his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "I could say the same thing," she breathed, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. "It was torture not being able to touch you for so long."

Jongho reluctantly pulled away from her, his hands lingering on her hips for a moment. "Duty calls," he joked, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped out onto the floor, Y/n leading the way to her apartment.

As they walked down the hallway, Y/n fumbled with her keys as she tried to unlock the door, her hands shaking slightly. Jongho stood behind her, his arms snaking around her waist, his breath hot on her neck. "Having trouble?" he teased, his lips brushing against her ear.

Y/n let out a breathless laugh, shivering at his touch. "Shut up," she said, finally finding the right key and unlocking the door. "It's hard to concentrate when you're distracting me like that."

Jongho chuckled, his hands moving to her hips as he followed her inside the apartment, closing the door behind them. "That's the whole point, baby," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I want to distract you, and I want you to be unable to think of anything except me."

Y/n let out a shaky breath, her body responding to his words and his touch. "You're doing a very good job of it," she managed to say, her hands coming up to rest on his chest as he pulled her closer to him. "I can never think straight when you're around."

With a self-satisfied smile, Jongho backed her up against the nearest wall, pinning her there with his body. "Good," he said, his hands moving up to grasp her wrists and pin them above her head. "Because I have no intention of letting you think straight for the rest of the night."

Y/n's heart thudded in her chest as he pressed her against the wall, her wrists trapped in his grasp. His body was hard and warm against hers, the heat from his skin seeping through their clothes. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a gasp as he leaned down and pressed his lips to the sensitive spot on her neck.

"Hmm, I've missed how you sound when you make those cute little noises," he purred against her skin, his lips and tongue trailing a path down to her collarbone. His hands were still holding her wrists captive above her head, keeping her pinned against the wall.

Y/n writhed against him, her body arching against his, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Jongho," she gasped out, her voice ragged. "Please, let me touch you."

Jongho chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Patience, baby," he said, his lips moving back up to her ear. "I want to savor this. I want to take my time and make sure you feel every single thing."

Y/n groaned, her head falling back against the wall as he continued to kiss and nip at her neck, his body pressing even tighter against hers. "You're torturing me," she breathed, her wrists straining against his grip.

"That's the point, baby," he repeated, enjoying the way her body was responding to him. "I want you to be desperate for me, begging for my touch. I want to drive you crazy." He bit down on her earlobe, his hands squeezing her wrists.

Y/n whimpered at the sting of pain mixed with pleasure, her body arching against him. "God, you're evil," she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut. "You know what that does to me."

"Oh, I know," Jongho said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "And I'm going to do it again. And again. And again, until you can't remember your own name." He nipped at her neck again, harder this time, his tongue soothing the spot right after.

Y/n let out a strangled cry, her body squirming under his onslaught. She couldn't help the way her hips bucked against him, seeking friction and release from the tension building inside her. "Please," she gasped, her voice pleading. "I can't take it anymore. I need you."

"I know you do," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "And you'll get me, baby. But first, I want to hear you say it. Say my name. Say how much you want me." He increased the pressure of his body against hers, pinning her more firmly to the wall.

Y/n whined, her body trembling with need. "Jongho," she gasped, her voice ragged. "I want you. I need you. Please, touch me. Please."

Jongho hummed, clearly pleased with her response. "There you go," he said, his lips grazing her jawline. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" As he spoke, he released her wrists, bringing one hand down to cup her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Now, I'm going to ask you something, and I want an honest answer."

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes wide and her skin flushed. "What is it?" she asked, her breath still coming in short, quick gasps.

Jongho's hand moved from her chin to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing along her bottom lip. "Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically serious.

Y/n's eyes widened, but she didn't hesitate. "Of course I do," she said, her voice steady despite the chaos of emotions swirling inside her. "I trust you completely."

The corners of Jongho's lips quirked up into a satisfied smile. "Good," he said, his hand drifting down to her neck, his fingers wrapping around it possessively. "Because I have something I want to try, and I need to know that you'll let me."

Y/n shivered at the possessive touch, her pulse quickening under his fingers. "What do you want to try?" she asked, her voice betraying her nerves in spite of her trust in him.

Jongho's gaze darkened as he looked at her, his fingers applying a slight pressure to her neck. "I want to try something a little rougher than usual," he said, his voice lowering into a murmur. "Something that will push your limits. But I need to know that you'll tell me if it's too much for you."

Y/n's heart thudded in her chest, but she kept her gaze locked with his. "I trust you," she repeated. "I'll tell you if it's too much. But I want to try it."

Jongho's grip on her neck tightened just a fraction, but not enough to cause pain. "That's my girl," he said, his voice filled with approval. "Then get on your knees."

Y/n's breath hitched at his command, a rush of heat pooling in her belly. Without hesitating, she sank to her knees, looking up at him with a mixture of obedience and anticipation.

Jongho watched as she sank to her knees, a wave of satisfaction washing over him. "Good girl," he said, his hand coming up to tangle in her hair. "Now, keep your eyes on me. I want to see your reactions, every single one."

Y/n nodded, her eyes fixed on his face, trying to ignore the sudden throb between her legs. She was at his mercy now, and she was both thrilled and a little bit scared.

Jongho's hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back just a fraction so that her neck was exposed to him. "You look so good like this," he said, his voice a low growl. "So vulnerable. All mine."

Y/n's spine tingled at the dominance in his voice, her body responding to him even more. "I am yours," she replied, her voice soft and submissive. "Completely and utterly yours."

Jongho's hand was still tangled in Y/n's hair, holding her in place as he looked down at her. The sight of her on her knees, so submissive and open to him, was driving him wild with desire. "You look so beautiful like this," he repeated, his voice rough.

Jongho's hand in her hair was the only thing keeping her from swooning, her body thrumming with desire. She was completely vulnerable and at his mercy, and the knowledge sent a thrill through her body. "Please," she gasped out, her voice thick with need. "I need you."

Jongho's grasp in her hair tightened further, pulling her head back even more. "Need or want?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "There's a difference, baby."

Y/n's breath hitched at the possessive tone in his voice, her body quivering with anticipation. "Need," she gasped out. "I need you, Jongho. I need you so badly it hurts."

Jongho's eyes darkened at her words, his restraint faltering for a moment. "Good answer," he said, his voice a low growl. He leaned down towards her, his face hovering right above hers. "But how badly do you need me?"

Y/n's heart thumped against her ribcage, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "So badly, I can't even think straight," she admitted, her eyes locked with his. "I need you more than oxygen."

Y/n's body was humming with need, every nerve ending on fire as she waited for Jongho to make the next move. She was so close to the edge, her body practically trembling with anticipation. "Please," she whispered, her voice breaking with desperation. "Please, Jongho, I can't take it anymore."

I’m going to leave it here on a cliffhanger, You can use your imagination for the rest 🙂

Seungmin!!

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼, 𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓿 𝓼𝓮𝔁 (𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽), 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮

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𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 10 𝓶𝓲𝓷 51 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Wooyoung and Y/n had finally gotten some much-needed alone time together after a long day of rehearsals and performances. As soon as the door closed behind them, Wooyoung had Y/n pinned against the wall, his lips eagerly seeking hers in a passionate kiss.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as his mouth moved down to her neck, kissing and biting his way down to her collarbone. She let out a small gasp as his tongue traced a pattern across her skin, her body arching against him in response.

Wooyoung's hands roamed over her body, his fingers slipping beneath her shirt and tracing patterns across her skin. He had been wanting this all day long, and he was not going to waste any time now that he finally had her in private.

Y/n's breathing grew ragged as his touch sent sparks of desire shooting through her body. She could feel his hunger and want, and it was driving her crazy. She slid her hands under his shirt, her nails scratching lightly against his skin as she reciprocated his touch.

Wooyoung let out a low groan at her touch, his body shuddering at the sensation. He lifted her up, pressing her against the wall as he continued to kiss and bite at her neck and collarbone, his hands roaming further down her body.

Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer as she arched against him, desperate for more contact between them. Her hands roamed over his back, her nails digging in whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot.

Wooyoung's need for her was growing more urgent, and he wanted more of her. He moved his mouth back up to hers, his tongue seeking entrance, and her mouth opened eagerly under his, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

Their bodies moved together, both of them desperate to be as close as possible, the heat between them growing more intense with each passing moment. Wooyoung's hands continued to roam over her body, his touch becoming more insistent, more demanding.

Wooyoung's mouth moved down her neck, kissing and biting at her skin, his hands roaming across her body as he continued to push her against the wall. She could feel his growing excitement pressed against her, and it sent a shiver of anticipation through her body. His hands were getting more insistent, his touch becoming rougher as his need for her grew more intense. He suddenly picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, his mouth never leaving her skin.

Once they were in the bedroom, he gently laid her down on the bed, his mouth continuing its descent down her body, his hands quickly divesting her of her clothing. Her breaths came in short gasps as his lips and tongue traced a path down her body, her body arching towards him in need.

His hands moved over her body, exploring every inch of her with a combination of gentle and rough touches, driving her wild with desire. She could feel his body pressed against her, his need for her as urgent and intense as her own. He leaned down, his lips grazing her ear, his voice low and hoarse with desire, "I need you, baby."

She couldn't resist him any longer, her body responding to his touch and words. Her hands moved down to the waistband of his pants, her fingers fumbling to undo the button. "I need you, too," she gasped out, her voice thick with desire.

Wooyoung let out a low growl at her words, his body shuddering at her touch. He quickly rid himself of his clothes, his hands roaming over her body once more as he moved back on top of her. His mouth sought hers again, his tongue delving into her mouth in a passionate kiss.

Her body arched against his, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer, her hands roaming over his back, her nails leaving red trails on his skin. She could feel his excitement against her, and it was driving her wild with need.

Wooyoung's hands continued to roam across her body, his touch growing more demanding as his need for her intensified. His mouth broke away from hers, moving down her neck and then to her chest, his tongue and teeth tracing a path across her skin.

She let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the pillows as his mouth continued its journey down her body, his hands roaming everywhere, setting her skin on fire, wherever he touched. Her body was on fire, she could feel the heat and need growing inside of her, and she wanted more.

Wooyoung could feel her responses, the way her body moved against his, her gasps and moans, and it only heightened his own need for her. He knew her so well, every response and sound that she made was a sign of her own desire, and he was determined to satisfy them both.

His mouth returned to hers, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her even closer to him. He shifted, positioning himself between her legs, his body pressing against hers, the feeling of skin against skin only heightening their desire.

She could feel his excitement, hard and hot against her, and it only fueled her own need. Her body moved against his, her hips arching up to meet him, her thighs tightening around his waist. She wanted him, needed him, and she didn't want this moment to end.

Wooyoung let out a low, guttural moan against her lips, his body shuddering with need. He broke the kiss, his hands gripping her hips, his voice low and rough with desire, "I want you, now."

She gasped out her response, her own voice husky with need, "Yes, now, please."

He wasted no time, his hands moving to grip her thighs, positioning himself at her entrance. He locked eyes with her, his own eyes darkened with need, "Are you ready for me?"

She nodded, her eyes meeting his, her body trembling with anticipation, "Yes, I'm more than ready, please, Wooyoung. I need you."

He groaned at her words, the desperate need in her voice was all he needed. With a swift, sure motion, he pushed himself into her, his body shuddering.

His eyes closed, his head falling forward, his breath coming in short gasps as he felt her body tighten around him. The feeling was overwhelming, the combination of pleasure and need was almost too much. He waited for a moment, giving her time to adjust to him, before he began moving, his hips rolling against hers, his body pressing into hers, his mind consumed by the need for release.

She gasped at the feeling of him inside her, her body arching up to meet his every thrust, her hands gripping his arms, her nails digging into his skin. Her breath was coming in ragged pants, her body trembling with every movement.

"You feel so good," he gasped out, his voice rough with need. "So perfect. I want you, all of you."

She could only moan in response, her body writhing beneath his, her mind consumed by the pleasure and sensations coursing through her. She tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, her body demanding more, needing release.

Wooyoung leaned down, his mouth finding hers once more, his tongue delving into her mouth, his hips still moving against hers in a steady, demanding rhythm. His body was tense, every muscle taut with need, his breathing ragged and harsh.

He could feel his release approaching, the heat and tension building, and he knew he was close. He broke the kiss, his mouth moving to her ear, his voice low and strained, "Are you close, baby?"

She nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with pleasure. "Yes, I'm so close," she managed to gasp out, her hands tightening their grip on his arms.

He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around him, and he knew she was on the edge. "Come for me," he gasped out, his hips moving faster, pressing into hers, the need for release building with each thrust.

She shattered, her body arching up against him, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as she found release. Her body convulsed around him, her nails digging into his skin, her mind consumed by the waves of pleasure coursing through her.

She could feel his own release coming, his body shuddering against hers, his breathing harsh and ragged, his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her, his own pleasure mounting with each movement. He let out a low moan as he found his release, his body tensing, his eyes closing as he rode out the waves of pleasure that washed over him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, gasping for breath, his body trembling.

He could feel her own body shaking beneath him, her hands loosening their grip on his arms, sliding down to his back, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she gradually came down from her own high.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies still connected, their breath slowly returning to normal. Wooyoung pressed a soft kiss to her neck, his mouth moving up to her ear, his voice low and affectionate. "You're amazing," he whispered, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer against him.

She smiled, her body relaxing into his embrace, a sense of contentment settling over her. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased, her voice still a little breathless. She ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of her, the way his body felt against hers.

He chuckled, lifting his head to look down at her, a lopsided smile on his face. "Just not so bad?" he asked, feigning offense. "I'll have you know, I'm damn good."

She laughed softly, her fingers tracing a pattern across his chest. "Oh really?" she said, arching an eyebrow at him. "Is that so?"

He rolled his eyes, a grin on his face. "Yes, really. You should know, you were just screaming my name a few seconds ago."

She smacked his chest gently, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Shut up," she said, a smile on her lips. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

He feigned a look of hurt. "Insufferable?! I'm wounded. You're supposed to be saying how amazing I am and thanking me for blowing your mind."

She pretended to consider this for a moment, her finger tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, I suppose you were pretty great," she admitted, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But I still haven't decided if I'm going to thank you yet."

Wooyoung pouted. "I see, so now you're going to play hard to get, are you?" He leaned down, nuzzling his face into her neck, his lips ghosting over her skin. "I can be persuasive, you know."

She shivered at the feel of his lips on her skin, her body responding even though she had just climaxed. "Oh really?" she said, her voice a little breathless. "You're going to persuade me, huh?"

He smirked, his lips moving up to her ear. "Oh, I think I can convince you," he murmured, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. "I have my ways." His hands began roaming over her body again, his touch light and teasing.

She let out a soft gasp as his touch sent shivers down her spine, her body arching subconsciously towards him. "Is that so?" she managed to get out, her mind already starting to cloud with desire again.

Wooyoung chuckled, noticing her response to his touch. "Oh, you're already starting to crumble," he teased. "Just wait until I really start working my magic." His mouth began to move down her neck, his tongue tracing a trail across her skin, his hands becoming more insistent, his touch firmer.

She could feel the heat building again, her body responding to his touch, her skin tingling with each kiss and caress. She tried to respond, to make a smartass comment, but all that came out was a soft moan.

Wooyoung chuckled against her skin, his hands roaming over her body, his touch growing increasingly demanding. "That's what I thought," he murmured, his mouth trailing kisses down her collarbone. "You can't resist me for long, can you?"

Her mind was a haze of pleasure, her body responding to his every touch and word, her thoughts consumed by him and him alone. She couldn't find the words to answer him, only able to gasp out another soft moan.

Wooyoung continued his assault on her senses, his mouth and hands roaming over her body, his touch both gentle and demanding. He took his time, slowly, exploring every inch of her, bringing her to the edge again and again, until she was a trembling mess beneath him.

Finally, when he had her completely at his mercy when she was begging and pleading for release, only then did he give in, bringing them both to a climax that left them both utterly spent.

They lay tangled together, their breathing ragged and uneven, their bodies slick with sweat, their minds still spinning. Wooyoung wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, his face buried in the crook of her neck. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

She was too blissed out to respond, her mind still reeling from the pleasure. She just nodded weakly, her body relaxing against his. He chuckled softly, his hands tracing patterns on her back.

Wooyoung continued to hold her in his arms, his touches and caresses becoming softer and gentler as he coaxed her back down from her high. He stroked her hair, his lips brushing against her forehead and cheeks. He murmured soothing words in her ear, his voice low and gentle. "You were so good, baby," he murmured. "You did so well."

As she began to come back to reality, he continued his ministrations, his hands still running over her body, his touch grounding and comforting. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, pulling back a little to look at her face.

She managed a weak nod, a small smile curving her lips. "Yeah," she whispered, her voice a little hoarse. "I'm okay." She opened her eyes, their gazes meeting, and for a moment they just stared at each other, both of them lost in the afterglow.

Wooyoung's expression was soft and tender, his eyes warm and affectionate. "You're so beautiful," he said quietly, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "I love seeing you like this."

She smiled lazily, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "I feel like I'm floating," she admitted, her voice still a little shaky. "You always get me so worked up, I feel like I'm in a dream."

He chuckled, a smug smile on his face. "I know," he said, his voice filled with pride. "I have that effect on you, don't I?" He shifted his position a little, pulling her closer to him, enjoying the feeling of her body against his.

She snuggled into his embrace, her eyes starting to droop, her exhaustion finally catching up with her. "I can't believe you have that much stamina," she mumbled, her voice muffled against his chest.

He laughed, his hands moving up to caress her back again. "Baby, you haven't seen anything yet," he teased. "I could take you all night long if I wanted to."

She chuckled weakly, her eyes closing. "Please, I won't survive if you do that," she murmured, her voice slurred. "I need sleep. I'm exhausted."

He chuckled again, his arms tightening around her. "Okay, baby, you can sleep," he said, his voice gentle. "I'll take care of you. You just relax and rest."

She hummed in response, her body sagging against his, her exhaustion finally taking over. She mumbled something incoherently, snuggling even closer to him.

He chuckled softly, his hands still running over her back, soothing her. "Sleep, love," he whispered, his voice low and gentle. "I'll be right here when you wake up."

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 519

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 2 𝓶𝓲𝓷 1 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Mingi and Y/n were cuddled on the couch together, watching a movie. Mingi's arm was draped around Y/n's shoulders, and she was nestled into his side, her head resting on his shoulder. The movie was a boring romantic comedy, not capturing their attention, but the warm comfort of each other's presence was more than enough.

Mingi glanced down at Y/n, who was idly playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Comfy?" he asked, a small smile on his lips. Y/n looked up at him and smiled back, nodding. "Yeah, very comfy," she confirmed. "Your cuddles are the best."

Mingi chuckled softly and pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Good," he murmured, his voice low and affectionate. "Because I like having you close. I like being able to hold you like this."

Y/n snuggled even closer to him, wrapping her arm around his waist and resting her head on his chest. "I like being held by you," she said, a smile in her voice. "You make me feel safe and loved."

Mingi felt his heart swell at her words, and he tightened his hold on her. "You are safe and loved," he reassured her, his voice serious. "I will always protect you and make you feel loved and valued. You mean the world to me, Y/n."

Y/n smiled up at him, her eyes crinkling as she did so. "I love you, Mingi," she said, her voice slightly muffled against his chest. "I'm so lucky to have you."

Mingi felt a wave of warmth wash over him at her words, and he felt his heart fill with love for her. "I love you too, Y/n," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm the lucky one. I have the most amazing girlfriend in the world."

They continued to watch the movie, but their attention was more focused on each other than on the screen. The sound of their breathing and the feel of each other's bodies pressed together was more than enough to keep them content.

After a while, Mingi felt Y/n's breathing start to even out, and he realized she had fallen asleep in his arms. He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his heart overwhelmed with love for her.

He sat there for a while longer, just holding her and enjoying the feeling of her soft breaths against his chest. Then, carefully and gently, he shifted her in his arms and stood up, carrying her to their bedroom.

He laid her down on the bed, making sure she was tucked in and comfortable before crawling in beside her. He pulled her into his arms again, holding her close as he watched her sleep.

Mingi couldn't help but feel grateful for having this wonderful woman in his life. She made him feel complete and loved in a way he had never experienced before. He gently caressed her hair and kissed the top of her head before closing his eyes, letting her steady breathing lull him to sleep.

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

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1099

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Seungmin had always been a quiet and reserved person. He preferred spending time with his close friends and working on his music rather than indulging in relationships. But then he met Y/n, who turned his world upside down.

It wasn't like he had been looking for love. He had been perfectly content with his life as it was. But something about Y/n had drawn him in. Maybe it was her easy-going nature, or the playful glint in her eyes when she teased him. Whatever it was, Seungmin found himself falling hard and fast.

At first, he tried to resist the feelings. He told himself that he was too busy for a relationship and that he didn't have time to accommodate someone else in his life. But Y/n wasn't someone who gave up easily. She saw right through his tough exterior and knew that beneath his cool persona, there was a passionate and sensitive soul.

Every time they hung out together, Seungmin found himself opening up to her more and more. He realized that he enjoyed her company, that he looked forward to their conversations, and the way she made him laugh. And before he knew it, he was falling head over heels for her.

When Seungmin finally confessed his feelings, Y/n was overjoyed. She had been waiting for weeks for him to admit the truth, and it brought her immense happiness to know that he felt the same way. From that moment on, they became inseparable.

Seungmin and Y/n were sitting on a park bench, enjoying the warm summer breeze. Seungmin was strumming a melody on his guitar, a soft smile on his face.

Y/n looked over at him, a cheeky smile on her lips. "You know, you're talented with that guitar," she said, nudging his shoulder. "Maybe you could write a love song about me sometime."

Seungmin chuckled, his fingers stilling on the strings as he looked at her. "A love song about you, huh?" he repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice. "That might be a bit too sappy, don't you think?"

Y/n pouted playfully, resting her head on his shoulder. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with a little sappiness," she protested. "Besides, I think it would be sweet. Imagine me swooning to a song about how much you adore me."

Seungmin couldn't help but smile wider at her words. He loved her playful side, the way she could make even the most serious situations lighthearted. "You know I already tell you how much I adore you all the time," he pointed out, resuming his strumming.

Y/n sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. "Yeah, but a song would be more memorable, you know? Something I could listen to whenever I missed your voice."

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Are you trying to guilt-trip me into writing you a love song?" he asked, though there was a hint of affection in his tone.

Y/n fluttered her eyelashes innocently. "Me? Guilt-trip you? Never," she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "I just think you owe it to me to immortalize your love for me in song form. You know, for sentimental reasons."

Seungmin chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "You're impossible, you know that?" he said, but there was no malice in his voice. "What if I already have a love song written for you and just haven't told you yet?"

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "You do?!" she exclaimed, sitting up straight. "Are you serious? Why haven't you shown me yet?"

Seungmin smirked, enjoying the excited look on her face. "Because it's still a work in progress," he explained. "I want it to be perfect before I let you hear it."

Y/n pouted, a mixture of impatience and affection in her expression. "But I want to hear it now," she protested. "I bet it's already amazing, even if it's not finished yet."

Seungmin chuckled again, ruffling her hair affectionately. "I promise you'll hear it when it's ready," he assured her. "And don't you dare try to sneak a peek either, got it?"

Y/n feigned disappointment again, though she was amused. "Aw, you're no fun," she teased. "But fine, I won't try to cheat and listen to the song early. I'll just have to wait anxiously until you're ready to share it with me."

Seungmin put down his guitar, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "Don't worry, it'll be worth the wait," he reassured her. "And in the meantime, I'll just have to find other ways to keep you entertained and distracted."

Y/n's disappointment melted away instantly, replaced by a smile. "Oh, yeah?" she said, her tone laced with curiosity. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

Seungmin smirked a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Let's just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve," he teased, deliberately keeping it vague. "You'll just have to wait and see."

Y/n's curiosity only grew at his words, but she knew better than to press him for details. "You're such a tease," she pouted playfully, swatting his arm lightly.

Seungmin chuckled, tightening his grip on her waist. "You love it," he said, his tone affectionate. He leaned in closer to her, lowering his voice to a whisper. "And I love teasing you, especially when you get all pouty like this."

Y/n huffed dramatically, trying to feign annoyance, but she couldn't help the corners of her lips twitching into a smile. "You're insufferable," she grumbled, though there was no real irritation in her voice.

Seungmin smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. "You love me anyway," he pointed out, poking her side playfully. "Pouty and all."

Y/n rolled her eyes, but couldn't deny his words. "Unfortunately, yes," she said, a hint of mock resignation in her tone. "I seem to have a soft spot for insufferable, guitar-playing men."

Seungmin chuckled, his ego inflated at her words. "And I happen to have a soft spot for cute, pouty women who can't resist my charm," he replied with a cocky grin.

Y/n playfully stuck her tongue out at Seungmin, pretending to be irritated. "Your charm is too irresistible, it's not fair," she grumbled, though her tone was light.

Seungmin laughed, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on her forehead. "But you love it," he reminded her, wrapping his arm more firmly around her waist.

Y/n pretended to be annoyed for a moment longer before breaking into a smile. "Yeah, I guess I do."