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𝓒𝔀: 2𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓢𝓱𝔂! 𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1425

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 5 𝓶𝓲𝓷 35 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Jeongin had always been a quiet and reserved person, preferring the company of his close friends and his music over anything else. He had never thought much about romance, convinced he wanted to focus on his career and dreams. But then he met Y/n, and everything changed.

She was the opposite of him — bright, cheerful, and full of life. From the moment they met, Jeongin was drawn to her carefree spirit and infectious energy. Y/n was like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, and Jeongin found himself falling for her against his better judgment.

He tried to fight his feelings, telling himself that he was too busy to get involved in a relationship. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get Y/n out of his head. She had wormed her way into his heart, and he didn’t know how to get her out.

Jeongin tried to keep his distance, not wanting to admit his feelings to himself or anyone else. But Y/n was persistent, always finding ways to spend time with him and get under his skin. She teased him relentlessly, playfully calling him out on his aloof facade.

Jeongin found himself softening towards her, amused by her playful banter and her cheeky smile. He tried to act disinterested, but he found himself looking for excuses to be around her. He found himself laughing at her jokes, and his heart skipped a beat every time she smiled at him.

As time went on, Jeongin found himself falling harder and harder for Y/n. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and it scared him. He was used to being in control, but Y/n had a way of making him feel out of control like he was lost in a whirlwind of emotions.

Finally, one evening, Jeongin found himself unable to deny his feelings any longer. Y/n had been teasing him all day while they hung out together, and the banter had taken on a different tone, laced with flirtation and a hint of something deeper.

Jeongin and Y/n were sitting on a park bench, their shoulders brushing against each other. Jeongin had his gaze fixed on the scenery in front of them, but he was acutely aware of Y/n’s presence beside him.

Y/n nudged him lightly, a playful smirk on her lips. “You’re unusually quiet today,” she observed. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Jeongin was jolted out of his thoughts by Y/n's voice, and he looked at her for a moment before shaking his head. "No, I'm fine," he said, but his voice gave away the lie.

Y/n frowned, seeing through his fake nonchalance. "Come on, you can tell me. Something's clearly bothering you," she said, shifting her body closer to him.

Jeongin sighed, knowing he couldn't keep it in any longer. "It's just… I've been thinking about something lately," he said, running a hand through his hair.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "And what's that something?" she prompted, her eyes fixed on his face, searching for any clue as to what was bothering him.

Jeongin fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, avoiding her gaze. "It's just… us," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at his words. "What do you mean, 'us'?" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of hope and trepidation.

Jeongin took a deep breath, bracing himself for what he was about to say. "I mean… this. Whatever it is we have going on between us," he said, gesturing between them.

Y/n felt a flicker of hope in her chest. She had often wondered if Jeongin felt the same way she did, but he had always been closed off and difficult to read. "What about it?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Jeongin fidgeted again, his nerves getting the best of him. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice shaky. "I just… I can't stop thinking about it. About you."

Y/n felt a rush of warmth spread through her at his words. She had suspected that he felt something for her, but hearing him say it out loud was another thing entirely. "And what exactly are you thinking about?" she asked, a hint of a smile on her lips.

Jeongin looked at her then, his expression serious. "I'm thinking about how much I like being around you. How much you make me laugh. How much I look forward to seeing you every day," he said, the words coming out in a rush.

Y/n felt her heart swell at his words. She had known that Jeongin had a more sensitive side, but he had always been so reserved, so it was rare for him to express his feelings like this. "And that's a bad thing?" she teased, unable to help herself.

Jeongin huffed a laugh, a small smile playing on his lips. "No, it's not," he admitted. "But it's also… I don't know. Terrifying. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and it's… scary."

Y/n's expression softened. She could tell he was being vulnerable with her, opening up in a way he never had before. "I get that," she said gently. "But you know you can talk to me, right? You can tell me anything."

Jeongin nodded, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders at her words. "I know," he said, his voice steady. "But it's just… I don't know what we're doing, you know? What are we? Are we just friends? Or is there more between us?"

Y/n's heart fluttered at his words. She had been asking herself the same question for weeks, but she had been too afraid to bring it up. "Do you want there to be more between us?" she asked, holding her breath as she waited for his response.

Jeongin hesitated for a moment, his brain and his heart warring with each other. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke. "Yes," he said, his voice firm despite the tremble in his hands. "Yes, I want there to be more between us. I want… I want to be your boyfriend, Y/n. If that's what you want too."

Y/n felt a surge of joy at his words, her heart leaping in her chest. "I do want that," she said, a smile spreading across her face. "I want to be your girlfriend, Jeongin. More than anything."

Jeongin let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding, a wave of relief washing over him. "Really?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "You mean it?"

Y/n nodded, her smile widening. "I mean it," she said, her eyes shining. "I've wanted to be your girlfriend for longer than you probably think. I just didn't know how to tell you."

Jeongin felt a rush of happiness at her words. He had never thought it was possible for her to feel the same way about him, and yet here she was, saying that she wanted to be his girlfriend just as much as he wanted to be hers. "Then… we're really doing this?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n leaned in closer to him, her hand resting on his knee. "Yes, we're really doing this," she said, her voice soft and earnest. "I'm yours, Jeongin. And you're mine."

Jeongin couldn't help but smile at her words. The idea that Y/n was his - that he was hers - it felt unreal. He reached out and took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. "I like the sound of that," he said, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of her hand.

Jeongin and Y/n sat on the couch, their hands still intertwined. They sat silently for a few moments, both relishing the newfound intimacy between them. They were no longer just friends - they were now a couple, and the thought filled them both with a sense of happiness and contentment.

As they sat, Jeongin leaned his head against Y/n's shoulder, feeling her hair brush against his cheek. Y/n smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. They had finally crossed the line from friends to lovers, and neither of them could be happier.

Jeongin closed his eyes, feeling a sense of peace settle over him. He felt like he could stay like this forever, just existing in the same space as his girlfriend.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

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

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2,718

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 10 𝓶𝓲𝓷 51 𝓼𝓮𝓬

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

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: 𝓟𝓸𝓵𝔂! 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓚𝓲𝓭𝓼 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1055

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮: 4 𝓶𝓲𝓷 8 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

The 8 members of Stray Kids were all excitedly preparing for the 4th of July celebration tonight. Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin each had their own idea of how to celebrate. Still, there was one thing they all agreed on - spending the night with their girlfriend, Y/n.

As the sun set, the sky turned into a dazzling display of fireworks, and the members gathered around a picnic blanket, surrounded by the sparkling lights.

Jeongin snuggled closer to Y/n’s side, his head resting on her shoulder as they watched the colorful fireworks illuminate the night sky. Changbin and Han were busy lighting up some sparklers and chasing each other around the blankets, their laughter filling the air. Chan and Minho were setting up a small, makeshift barbeque, while Felix and Seungmin were arguing over the best way to roast marshmallows.

Throughout the night, the members took turns stealing kisses from Y/n, each showing her how much they cared for her in their own way. They played games, sang songs, and shared stories, enjoying each other's company as the fireworks lit up the night sky. As the fireworks came to an end, the members and Y/n curled up together, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs as they watched the final sparks fade away. Despite their varied personalities, they all agreed that the best way to celebrate the 4th of July was by spending it with each other.

The night came to an end with the members slowly drifting off to sleep one by one, their tired bodies slumped together on the blanket. Y/n looked around at her sleeping boyfriends, feeling a deep sense of contentment and love. Each one was unique, but together, they made the perfect team. As she drifted off to sleep, Y/n knew that she was lucky to have not one, but eight amazing men in her life who loved her unconditionally.

The next morning, the members woke up groggy and disheveled, their clothes rumpled from the night before. Chan stifled a yawn and looked around at his boyfriends. "How the hell did we all end up sleeping outside?"

"No idea, but my back is killing me," Minho groaned, rubbing his neck tenderly.

"Must have been the fireworks," Changbin yawned. "They were pretty late last night."

The other members mumbled their agreement, still trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep. Chan stretched and turned to Y/n, who was also waking up. "Hey, sleepyhead. Did you enjoy last night?"

Y/n grinned, her hair sticking out in all directions. "Of course I did. It was the best 4th of July celebration ever."

The members chuckled, each one stealing a quick kiss from Y/n as they sat up, their legs tangled together under the blanket.

"Looks like we all had the same idea," Han teased.

Felix grinned. "Yeah, how could we resist?"

The morning was spent in a lazy, comfortable haze as the members slowly got up and started packing up their things. Despite their sore backs and sleep-deprived minds, they all felt happy and content, grateful for the simple pleasure of waking up together.

As they finished packing, Chan turned to the others with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hey, who's up for a quick game of volleyball before breakfast?"

The others groaned, but they all knew they couldn't resist a game. "You're on," Minho said, rolling his eyes. And so, the members, along with Y/n, spent the morning playing a rowdy game of volleyball, their laughter and banter echoing through the air.

Despite their initial resistance, the members found themselves getting more and more into the game. The competition was fierce, with each member determined to win. Jeongin was surprisingly good at serves, while Hyunjin was a master at spiking the ball. Even Changbin and Han, notorious for their lack of competitiveness, got into the game, their usual playful banter replaced with fierce determination.

In the end, the game ended in a tie, with everyone laughing and high-fiving each other. "That was intense," Felix panted, flopping down on the grass.

Changbin grinned. "You guys are too competitive. But hey, at least I didn't lose."

Han stuck out his tongue. "You were cheating, admit it."

The members bickered good-naturedly as they caught their breaths, exhausted but happy. Y/n watched them, feeling a deep sense of affection for each of them. They were a chaotic bunch, but they were hers.

As the game winded down, the members decided to head back to the house to shower. As they walked, they continued to banter and tease each other, their playful banter never ceasing. Once they reached the house, they all went their separate ways, each one heading to their respective rooms to freshen up.

As they all finished showering and got dressed, they converged in the kitchen, hungry and ready for some breakfast. Chan was already cooking up a storm, the smell of eggs and bacon filling the air. Minho and Hyunjin set the table while Jeongin and Felix helped Chan with the cooking. Changbin and Han just sat at the counter, groaning loudly and complaining about being hungry.

As they all sat down at the table to eat, the mood was lighthearted and carefree. They teased each other about the previous night's events, laughing at the memories of their chaotic volleyball game. Y/n sat between Minho and Hyunjin, enjoying the sight of her boyfriends goofing around.

As they finished their breakfast, they all agreed that it had been a perfect 4th of July celebration, full of laughter and love. Each member looked around the table at the others, feeling grateful for the bond they shared. Despite their individual personalities and quirks, they all knew that they were stronger together than apart.

The members finished up their breakfast and helped clean up the kitchen, still chatting and joking around. Y/n smiled as she watched them, feeling a deep sense of contentment and joy. She knew that this band of misfits, the eight men who had stolen her heart, were her family. And as they continued to build their future together, she knew that they would face it head-on, hand in hand, united in their love and support for each other.

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓷𝓸 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 '𝓨𝓸𝓾'. 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯!

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𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 4 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓼 14 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Hyunjin, with his captivating stage presence and undeniable talent, had always been admired by countless fans. However, behind the applause and adoration, his heart yearned for something more intimate, something that went beyond fame and adulation. Little did he know that destiny would bring a ray of happiness into his life in the form of you.

Throughout his busy days filled with practice and performances, Hyunjin would sometimes steal moments to gaze at you from afar. The way you smiled, your infectious laugh, and the sparkle in her eyes when you looked at him. It was like a hidden melody that his heart resonated with but was forbidden to express openly.

One day, after a grueling practice session, Hyunjin found himself alone in the dance studio, still lost in the rhythm of the music and the movements of his body. The quiet and the solitude were interrupted by the soft sound of the door opening, and in walked you, the woman who had slowly become his muse, his secret melody.

"Oh! Sorry… I wasn't aware someone was still practicing in here" You say nervously.

Startled, Hyunjin paused in mid-step, his heart skipping a beat as he saw you standing there. A slight flush creeping up his cheeks, he chuckled softly and rubbed the back of his neck. "No, it's okay. I was finishing up my practice session," he replied, trying to mask the way his heart fluttered at your appearance.

Y/n nods and smiles. "Where's the others? Shouldn't you be practicing with them?" You ask curiously.

Hyunjin chuckled again, leaning against the wall and catching his breath. "The others are probably back at the dorm resting or causing chaos somewhere else," he replied with a playful smirk. "But sometimes, I like to stay back and practice on my own. Find some peace and quiet, you know?"

"I understand that… What dance are you practicing?" You ask wanting to know more about what he’s doing.

Hyunjin glanced down at the floor, then back up at you. He couldn't help but feel a hint of embarrassment at the question. "It's nothing special, just some new moves for our upcoming performance," he replied modestly.

You move to put your bag down on the floor "What's the song?"

Hyunjin's gaze shifted to the sound system, where the music was still quietly playing. "It's the title track from our latest album," he said hesitantly. "But I'm not sure I'm doing it justice yet."

"Let me see the dance. Maybe a fresh set of eyes can help you perfect the dance?" You tell him

Hyunjin hesitated for a moment, still feeling a pang of self-consciousness. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his confidence. "Alright, I suppose a fresh perspective can help," he agreed finally. He stepped back into position, facing you and the mirror, and began the choreography.

You sit on the ground back facing the mirror watching Hyunjin.

As Hyunjin danced, his movements graceful and fluid, he couldn't help but steal glances at you. He watched her reflection in the mirror, your eyes studying his every move. your focused gaze made his heart skip a beat, and he fumbled momentarily. But he quickly regained his composure and continued dancing.

Once he had completed the entire routine, Hyunjin stood before you, awaiting your evaluation. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and a thin layer of perspiration glistened on his forehead. He looked at you expectantly, curious about your thoughts.

"I think you did great. I also think that you're being hard on yourself because you're tired and the more tired you get the more you mess up." You tell him honestly.

Hyunjin's shoulders sagged slightly at your observation. He knew you were right, but he still wanted to be perfect. "Maybe you're right," he said quietly. "It's just hard to not be hard on myself when our fans have such high expectations of us as idols. I don't want to disappoint them."

"I'm sure your fans would like you to be healthy and overexerting yourself isn't healthy"

Hyunjin smiled faintly, realizing the wisdom in your words. "You're right again," he admitted. "Sometimes I get so caught up in trying to be perfect that I forget about the importance of taking care of myself too."

"Go back to your dorms, get some good food, and rest."

Hyunjin felt a warmth in his chest as you spoke those words. He reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, a small, affectionate gesture he couldn't resist. "I appreciate that more than you know," he replied softly. "It's nice to have someone who truly cares."

You blush while smiling and looking down "That means a lot to me"

Hyunjin's heart swelled with affection at the sight of you blushing. He crouched down, bringing himself closer to your eye level, and gently tilted her chin up, making you look at him. Your faces were mere inches apart, and the air between them seemed to crackle with electric tension. "You mean a lot to me," he whispered, his voice low and filled with sincerity.

You blush even more as you chuckle nervously.

With your blush growing more pronounced, Hyunjin couldn't help but find you even cuter. His gaze softened, and he chuckled along with you, your proximity adding a layer of intimacy to the moment. "You're adorable when you're flustered," he murmured, his fingers lightly tracing along your jawline.

"You-" you pause and clear your throat "You should go and rest," You tell Hyunjin.

Hyunjin chuckled softly, reluctantly pulling his hand away from your face. "You're right, as always," he conceded. He stood up, giving you one last warm smile. "I'll go rest and make sure I don't work myself too hard. Thanks for looking out for me.”

"Yeah, It’s no problem" You reply

Hyunjin lingered for a moment, as if reluctant to leave your presence. Eventually, he gathered his things and turned to leave, throwing one last glance over his shoulder. "Take care, alright?"

"Yeah, I will. And you do the same." You smile back

As Hyunjin left the studio, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and yearning. The lingering touch of your blush, the sound of your nervous laugh, and the way you cared for him-it all swirled in his mind, leaving him both uplifted and aching to see you again.

When Felix leaves you on read accidentally

Seungmin is coming over