Han Misses You

Han misses you

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

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 3270

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 12 𝓶𝓲𝓷 53 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1,957

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 7 𝓶𝓲𝓷 39 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On your period w/ Jeongin

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