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After your encounter in the studio, Hyunjin couldn't get you out of his mind. He thought about your conversations, your caring nature, and the way your eyes lit up when you smiled. As days passed, he found himself unconsciously searching for you in hallways, during practice sessions, and backstage during performances and interviews. But time was against you, your busy schedules as idols made it difficult to find moments to spend together. Meanwhile, you also found yourself thinking about Hyunjin more and more each day, your heart skipping a beat every time his face appeared in your thoughts.

Your stolen glances and subtle gestures became your only way of expressing your growing feelings. There were moments when you bumped into each other in the hallways, your hands accidentally brushing against each other, sending sparks of electricity through your fingertips. You found yourselves stealing moments to chat whenever possible, but your conversations were often interrupted or kept brief due to your hectic schedules. The tension between you was palpable, and your friends began to notice the subtle cues of your budding affection.

As the days passed, Hyunjin's group members couldn't help but notice the growing chemistry between him and you. They often teased Hyunjin about his blushing cheeks whenever your name was mentioned and the way he would become more distracted during practice sessions. One evening, while they were relaxing in their dorm, Changbin, one of the members, decided to tease Hyunjin further.

"Hyunjin, you've been quite distracted lately," Changbin observed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Care to share what's on your mind?"

Hyunjin blushed, not expecting to be called out so directly. He tried to play it cool and shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Changbin chuckled, seeing right through Hyunjin's denial. "Oh, come on," he teased. "You think we haven't noticed you daydreaming all the time? And those blushing cheeks whenever Y/n's name comes up?"

Jisung, another member, chimed in with a grin. "Yeah, you're not as subtle as you think you are, Hyunjin. We've all seen how smitten you are."

Hyunjin's blush deepened, and he shot a glare at Jisung. "Guys, I'm not smitten, okay? I just..." he trailed off, unable to deny the truth.

Jeongin, the youngest member, piped up with a playful smirk. "Just what? You just have a huge crush on Y/n?"

Hyunjin groaned, knowing he couldn't deny it any longer. "Fine, I have a crush on Y/n," he admitted, looking defeated. "But don't make a big deal out of it, alright?"

The other members' laughter filled the room, their teasing and playful banter making Hyunjin feel even more flustered. Seungmin, the quietest member, finally spoke up, a teasing glint in his eyes. "So, when are you planning to ask her out?"

Hyunjin sighed, knowing the question was inevitable. "I don't know, okay? It's not that easy," he protested. "We're always busy with our schedules, and it's hard to find time to actually talk to her, let alone ask her out."

Minho, the oldest member, chimed in with a sly grin. "That's just an excuse, Hyunjin. If you really want to ask her out, you'll find a way."

"Yeah, plus, Y/n likes you too" Jisung added.  

Hearing this, Hyunjin's head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise. "She does?" he asked, a hint of hope in his voice.

The other members exchanged knowing glances and nodded. "Oh, yeah," Changbin confirmed. "Whenever you're not looking, she totally watches you. And she blushes a lot around you too."

Hyunjin's heart skipped a beat, the realization sinking in. "Really? You're not just messing with me, right?" he asked, searching their faces for any signs of deception.

The members chuckled at Hyunjin's disbelief and shook their heads. Jeongin spoke up, his voice serious this time. "No, we're not messing with you. It's obvious she likes you too, Hyunjin. You just need to muster up the courage to ask her out."

Hyunjin felt a mixture of relief and nervousness wash over him. "I don't know, guys," he confessed. "What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if it ruins our friendship or makes things awkward?"

Jisung placed a reassuring hand on Hyunjin's shoulder. "Hey, you won't know unless you try," he said encouragingly. "And honestly, it looks like there's a strong chance she reciprocates your feelings."

The other members nodded in agreement. Minho added, "And if it doesn't go as planned, we'll be here to support you. But you'll always wonder 'what if' if you don't take the shot."

Hyunjin sighed, knowing they were right. "Okay, okay, you've convinced me," he relented. "But how do I even ask her out? We barely have any alone time, and our schedules are insanely busy."

Changbin chuckled, a scheming glint in his eyes. "Leave that to us," he said mysteriously. "We'll help you find the perfect moment to ask her out. Just trust us."

Hyunjin's eyes widened in mild concern. "I'm not sure I like the sound of that," he muttered. "But I guess I have no choice. Just don't do anything crazy, okay?"

The members exchanged grins, their minds already formulating a plan.

"Don't worry, Hyunjin," Jeongin assured him. "We've got this. Trust us, and things will work out."

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Days passed and the members had put their plan into action. They meticulously orchestrated moments for Hyunjin and you to be together, making up excuses for you to run errands or rehearse late into the night. These moments, snatched between practices and performances, became precious opportunities for Hyunjin and you to get closer.

During these encounters, Hyunjin discovered new details about you—your favorite snacks, your sense of humor, and even the way you hummed to yourself when you thought no one was listening. Each piece of information only deepened his affection for you.

You, too, found yourself growing fond of Hyunjin's playful spirit, his unwavering determination, and his passion for his craft. Their conversations grew more intimate, and the glances they exchanged became more meaningful. The air between them crackled with unspoken desires, adding to the mounting tension.

Meanwhile, the members watched the blossoming relationship with satisfied grins, proud of their handiwork in bringing them closer together. Though they knew the path wouldn't be without obstacles due to their demanding careers, they also believed in the purity of Hyunjin's feelings and your evident affection for him.

One evening, under the guise of an errand, the members shooed Hyunjin and you out of the dorms. You two found yourselves walking down a quiet street, the night air cool against their skin. The silence was filled with an undertone of anticipation.

You glanced over at Hyunjin, who was uncharacteristically quiet. You playfully nudged his shoulder. "You seem deep in thought," you remarked, your eyes reflecting the light from the streetlamps.

Hyunjin snapped out of his thoughts, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Just thinking about... stuff," he replied vaguely. Realizing how vague he sounded, he chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "I mean, there's just a lot on my mind with our upcoming schedule and promotions, you know?"

You nodded, understanding the demands of their career. "Yeah, I know how that feels. It's relentless, and sometimes it feels like there's not enough time to breathe," you said, your gaze wandering up to the night sky.

Hyunjin nodded in agreement, looking up at the stars as well. "It's hard to juggle everything—our health, our work, our relationships... It sometimes feels like there's not enough of me to go around," he confessed.

You turned to look at him, your expression softened by the moonlight. "But you're doing really well," you reassured him. "You always put in your best, and it shows. The fans love you for a reason, you know?"

Hyunjin felt a pang in his chest at her words. They were simple, yet they meant more to him than you could imagine. "Sometimes, it doesn't feel like it's enough," he murmured, his gaze dropping. "There's always room for improvement, always something more I could've done better."

You gently took his arm, gently turning him to look at you. "Hyunjin, listen to me," you said firmly. "You're human. You can't be perfect all the time, and that's okay. Your fans, your group, and...I...we don't expect you to be. We just want you to be well and happy."

Hyunjin's breath hitched in his throat as he registered your words, the unexpected inclusion of “I” making his heart skip a beat. He stared into your eyes, their sincerity and concern clear. "But sometimes... sometimes I feel like I'm just not enough," he confessed, the vulnerability in his voice evident.

Your expression softened further, your gaze filled with understanding. "Hyunjin, you're more than enough," you insisted. "For your fans, for your group, and for..." You trailed off, realizing the implications of your words, then continued, your cheeks slightly flushed, "And for me too. You're more than enough."

Those words hit Hyunjin like a wave, their weight and honesty overwhelming. He stared at you, silent for a moment as he processed your words. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, "You really mean that?"

You looked at him directly, your gaze unwavering. "Of course, I do," you said firmly. "Hyunjin, you're talented, hardworking, and so much more. You're not just enough; you're extraordinary."

Hyunjin's heart swelled with her words, the emotions he'd been holding back for so long threatening to overflow. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw. "You always know what to say, don't you?" he murmured, his voice hoarse. His thumb brushed over your lower lip, the touch soft and intimate.

Your breath caught in your throat, the feel of his touch sending shivers down your spine. You looked up at him through your lashes, your heart drumming in your chest. "I just say what I feel," you whispered, your eyes locked with his, the world around them fading into background noise.

The air between them was charged with a mix of tension and desire. Hyunjin's gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips, the desire to close the gap between them almost palpable. "Y/n," he began, his voice a low rumble, "There's something...something I've wanted to say to you for a while now..."

Your heart fluttered at the intensity in his eyes. You could feel something big was about to happen. "What is it?" you asked, your voice barely audible, your gaze never leaving his.

Hyunjin swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He took a deep breath, gathering all his courage. "I..." He swallowed again, his thumb still gently tracing your jawline. "I really like you, Y/n. A lot more than a friend. I've been trying to find the right moment, the right words, but I just... I just can't keep it inside anymore."

Your heart was now racing uncontrollably. You had suspected that something more than platonic feelings had developed between them, but hearing him say it out loud was a different thing altogether. You looked at him, your eyes wide, heart so full you thought it might burst. "Hyunjin..." you murmured, his name a soft sigh on your lips.

Hyunjin's heart pounded in his chest, awaiting her response, hoping against hope that he hadn't misinterpreted things. He moved his hand from your jawline to cup your face gently, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. "You don't have to say anything right now," he said softly. "I just...I wanted you to know how I feel."

Your heart swelled with a mixture of emotions. Love, affection, gratitude... all of them poured out of you in a single syllable. "Hyunjin..." you repeated, your voice soft and trembling. You brought your own hand up, placing it over his, on your cheek, reveling in the warmth of his touch.

"I... I like you too."

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Bang Chan gently stroked Y/n's hair as she lay on the couch, a heating pad pressed against her stomach. Her cramps were causing her to wince occasionally, and he could tell she was in quite a bit of pain.

He looked down at her, a look of concern on his face. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked, his voice soft and soothing.

Y/n let out a low groan, her face twisting in discomfort. "Not really," she murmured, her voice strained. "My cramps are killing me."

Bang Chan frowned and bent down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Poor thing," he murmured, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back. "Is there anything I can do to make it better?"

Y/n shook her head, wincing again as a particularly bad cramp hit. "Just... just stay with me," she managed to say. "It helps just having you here."

Bang Chan smiled softly, a look of affection in his eyes. "Of course," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm not going anywhere."

He continued to stroke her hair, his touch gentle and soothing. He hated seeing her in pain like this, but he was glad he could at least provide some comfort.

They sat like that for a while, neither of them speaking. Bang Chan continued to run his hand through her hair, while Y/n focused on the warm heat of the heating pad on her stomach.

Eventually, Y/n spoke up, her voice quiet. "Thank you," she murmured, her eyes closed. "For being here."

Bang Chan's expression softened even further at her words, and he gave her a warm smile. "It's my pleasure," he said, his voice full of tenderness. "I just wish I could take the pain away for you."

Y/n gave a small sigh, her body relaxing a little under his touch. "I wish you could too," she said, her voice soft. "But this helps. You being here, being so understanding. It means a lot."

Bang Chan's heart swelled at her words, and he caressed her hair once more. "I love you," he said quietly, his eyes meeting hers. "And I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Y/n smiled weakly, her eyes fluttering open to look up at him. "I love you too," she said, her voice still a little strained. "Even when I'm being a hormonal mess during my period."

Bang Chan chuckled, a warm sound that rumbled deep in his chest. "You're not a mess," he said, his smile gentle. "You're just human. I love all of you, even when you're not at your best."

Y/n's eyes welled up with tears at his words, and she blinked back to keep them from falling. "You're too good to me," she said, her voice catching a little. "I don't deserve you."

Bang Chan shook his head, his expression becoming tender. "Don't say that," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "You deserve the world, and I'm just glad I get to be a small part of your life."

Y/n couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and a few escaped down her cheeks. She reached up to wipe them away, but Bang Chan beat her to it, gently wiping them away with his fingertips.

"You're beautiful," he said quietly, his eyes locked on hers. "Especially when you're vulnerable. It makes me want to take care of you even more."

Y/n's heart swelled at his words, and she let out a soft sob. "You're going to make me cry even more," she said, her voice shaking. "And I'll end up all snotty and gross."

Bang Chan laughed softly, a warm sound that filled the room. "I don't care," he said, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I'll still want to cuddle you and hold you close even if you're snotty and gross."

Y/n let out a shaky laugh, her heart feeling lighter than it had in days. "You're insane," she said, her voice still a little watery. "But I love you anyway."

Bang Chan leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Good," he said, his voice soft. "Because I plan on being insane for a very long time."

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𝒞𝓌: 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻, 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

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Bangchan woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the sunlight shining through his window. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, groaning as he sat up in bed. He looked over at the clock on his bedside table, seeing that it was only half past six am. 

Chan groaned again and flopped back down on his pillow, pulling the covers over his head. He hated getting up early, especially since it meant enduring his father's dull lessons. He wanted to sleep in, but he knew that you, his maid would give him an earful if he didn't comply.

Chan heard a knock on his door followed by the sound of your footsteps as you walked into his room. He peeked out from under his covers to see you approaching his bed, already dressed and ready for the day.

"Good morning, your Highness," You said with a smile, "It's time to wake up."

Bangchan let out a sigh of resignation and sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He knew that he had no choice but to get up now that you were there to supervise his morning routine.

"You don't have to call me that, I'm not the King yet." Bangchan groans. "I know, just getting you used to it." You respond.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Chan replies, "Now will you please be so kind as to let me sleep for once?"

You sigh and shake your head. "I'm afraid that's impossible, your Highness. Your father has instructed me to wake you up and ensure that you attend your morning lesson."

Chan groans again and buries his face in his pillows. He was not looking forward to this.

"Come on, you have to get dressed." You say as you go over to his windows and throw his curtains open, letting in sunlight.

Bangchan groans and rolls over, covering his face with a pillow. "I don't want to get up," he mumbles, "Can't you send someone else to attend to my clothes?" 

You roll your eyes as you walk to his dresser, pulling out a clean set of clothes. "You just want more time in bed, don't be lazy your Highness. I'll help you get dressed if you need it," you say teasingly.

Chan grumbled but got out of bed, stretching his arms over his head as you finish laying out his clothes and accessories. After he got dressed, you helped with his hair, making sure everything was perfect.

"You can't skip out on this lesson with your father today. If you do, he'll yell at me, and frankly I don't need to add that to my day. No offense your Highness," you tell Bangchan as you add on accessories to his outfit.

He groaned as you finished preparing him for the day. "I really don't want to attend this lesson," he whined.

You raise an eyebrow at him. "And why's that?"

"Because it's just going to be a bunch of boring lectures on responsibility and leadership. I've heard it all before," Chan complains.

"Well, maybe it wouldn't be so boring if you actually listened for once," You retort. "Plus, if you actually listened, he wouldn't have to say the same thing over and over again." You continued.

"Ugh, I know, I know," Chan whines with a roll of his eyes, "But I can't help it. His lessons are so dull and boring, I feel like I could die from sheer boredom."

"Well, that's physically impossible, so you'll be fine. Now, let's go."

Chan sighs but he still follows you out of the room, preparing himself for another boring lesson with his father.

"Here we are" you start as you reach the room his father is in. "If you need me send another maid to find me, I have other chores to do around the castle."

You curtsy to the king then to Chan before you leave the room.

Chan watches you leave with sad eyes before turning back to get started with his father's lesson for the day. He groans and takes a seat, trying to keep an open mind even though he knew his father was just going to repeat the same old thing again.

*Your POV*

I go back to Chan's room to tidy it up, change the sheets, put clean sheets on, and fix the pillows and blankets on his bed. Fastening the curtains correctly, tidied his vanity, and gathered all his dirty laundry to bring down to the maid's downstairs so they could wash them.

As I tidy up Chan's room, I take the time to look around and admire the luxurious surroundings. From the plush furnishings to the elegant decorations, it was clear that not many people got to experience such opulence. I find myself wondering what it was like to live in such a grand palace, always being waited on hand and foot. I started to envy Chan's status but, I also know that it also came with its own set of challenges. 

After finishing up with the room, I head out to the main floor of the castle to help with the other duties that needed to be done.

I decided to help gather produce from the castle gardens with the other maids from the castle kitchen.

I have always enjoyed this task, I got to spend time outdoors in the gardens.

The castle maids are one big family, and they work as one unit. If one maid has nothing on her schedule, they find something to help out with. It makes things at the castle run faster and smoother, It also gets all of you an early break at the end of the day.

This is why I like Chan's lessons with his father all day. Even though he hates having to sit there and listen to his father.

As the other maids and I worked in the garden, we couldn't help but notice the two guards watching over the bunch of you. All of you wondered why they were there, but they didn't think too much of it, gossiping and making up stories on why guards were suddenly watching over you all. However, you all continued to pick the fresh produce and laugh along with other maids, while I enjoyed the company and the warm sun on your face. Overall, it was a good day to be working outside in the gardens. 

The other maids and I head back inside with baskets full of produce, taking them to the kitchen to be washed and prepped by the kitchen maids so they can make lunch and dinner. Once everything is settled in the kitchen, I head up to check on Chan, seeing if the lesson with his father is over.

I head up to the room Chan and his father reside in, hoping to find him out of his lesson with his father. As I approach the room, I see the door is still closed, indicating that the lesson is still is session. I pause for a moment outside the door, wondering what's happening inside.

Is Chan bored of frustrated? Is his father giving him a hard time or vice vera, or simply going over the usual business of being a prince? You can't help but be curious. But I know I shouldn't eavesdrop, that I should just wait patiently until the meeting is over. Just go back to my sleeping quarters and rest for a bit.

But, even though I decided against it, I still knocked on the door, before opening it slightly. "I'm just checking in, making sure the two of you don't need anything. A drink? Something to eat?"

Chan immediately looked up to me, trying to hide his frustration with the boring lessons. "No, I don't need anything," he said dismissively, trying to sound like he wasn't bored out of his mind. "Just bring me my lunch when it's ready."

I bow my head towards Chan, signaling that I heard him, then I look towards the King. "Would you like the same thing Sir? For your lunch to be brought to you when it's ready?"

The King waves his hand dismissively at me. "No, that's alright, just bring me some water."

Chan rolls his eyes, used to this kind of behavior from his father. He watches as you bow before leaving the room, the door closing softly behind me.

I head down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I go to head back up to the lunch gets finished so me and the Kings personal maid Maya, grab a tray and put the plates of food and the glass of water on the tray before heading back up to the room the King and Prince reside in.

As the two of you make your way back upstairs with the trays of food and water, they could feel the tension in the air. Bangchan and his father had a strained relationship and their lessons often made things worse. Maya and I knew we had to be careful in how they handled the situation.

As I go to knock on the door there's a loud crash from inside the room. Maya and I flinch and exchange a worried look with each other. We pause outside the door, listening for any further noises, unsure of what to do. But everything was silent. We exchange a nervous glance once again before taking a deep breath and enter the room, unsure of what we might find.

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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.

HII I WANTED TO REQUEST A HYUNJIN BF IMAGINE WHERE THE READER IS A FEMALE 9TH MEMBER OF SKZ AND THEIR FILMING THE SKZLOG THEY DID IN MILAN FOR STAYWEEK

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓑𝓯! 𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 9𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1401

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 5 𝓶𝓲𝓷 29 𝓼𝓮𝓬

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘭𝘰𝘨. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰... 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺!

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Hyunjin and Y/n were strolling down a picturesque street in Milan, Italy, their arms linked together as they walked. They were in the city to film their upcoming Stay week, and they had decided to take an evening walk after their hectic schedules.

Hyunjin glanced over at Y/n as they walked, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You look really beautiful tonight," he said, his voice soft and affectionate.

Y/n blushed at his compliment, a shy smile appearing on her face. "Thanks. You look pretty good yourself," she replied jokingly, reaching up to fix his hair. They continued walking, chatting about their day and taking in the sights of the foreign city.

"So, you want to become a dog in your next life?" Y/n jokes about what Hyunjin said at dinner with the group earlier.

Hyunjin chuckled, his hand tightening around hers. "Hey, being a dog wouldn't be bad," he said, playing along with the joke. "I could spend all day being pampered and getting belly rubs."

"Changbin wouldn't share his food with you, as we learned"

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. "Yeah, Changbin's a jerk," he said, but his tone was playful. "I'd find a better owner, one who'd give me as much food as I wanted."

Y/n laughed at the image of Hyunjin as a pampered dog. "Right, because you definitely don't eat enough already," she teased. "You'd be the biggest dog ever if you could eat as much as you wanted."

Hyunjin feigned offense, bringing his free hand to his chest. "Hey, I work out a lot, I need the food to maintain my muscles, you know." He flexed his free arm, showing off his bicep.

Y/n couldn't help but admire the muscle for a moment. "Alright, fair enough," she conceded. "But if you were a dog, we'd have to make sure you didn't eat yourself into hibernation."

Hyunjin chuckled, his demeanor more relaxed now that they were just joking around. "You're right, you'd have to keep an eye on me," he joked. "No more midnight raids on the kitchen for food."

Y/n smiled, enjoying the easy banter between them. "Yeah, no more stuffing your face with leftover pizza when you're supposed to be sleeping," she said, poking him in the side.

Hyunjin let out a melodramatic sigh. "You're such a taskmaster," he teased, shaking his head. "Being your dog would be tough if I can't even sneak midnight snacks."

"How does Changbin feel about you sneaking midnight snacks, since he's your new roommate. Also, how come he's your wife before I am?" Y/n asks Hyunjin 

Hyunjin laughed at Y/n's question. "Changbin doesn't mind, as long as I don't eat his food," he explained. "As for the wife thing, I think it's just a joke among the other members. We were talking about how Changbin and I are the closest, and someone said we were like an old married couple."

Y/n raised an eyebrow at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And why aren't you considering me your wife instead?" she asked, a playful pout on her lips.

Hyunjin chuckled at her reaction. "Oh, don't worry," he said, pulling her closer and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "You're my real wife, the other members just don't get it." He planted a chaste kiss on her forehead, his tone light but affectionate.

Y/n snuggled into his side, a contented smile on her face. "I'm glad you cleared that up," she said, her voice mock serious. "I was starting to worry that I had some competition."

Hyunjin chuckled again. "You have nothing to worry about," he reassured her, giving her a squeeze. "You're the only one for me." They continued walking down the cobblestone streets, the comfortable silence between them punctuated by the occasional comment or light banter.

"We should start to head back to the house before it gets too late," Y/n tells Hyunjin as they continue to walk.

Hyunjin nods in agreement, though he seems a bit reluctant to end their walk. "Yeah, you're right," he says with a sigh. "It's getting dark, and I'm sure the managers will start looking for us soon."

Y/n gives his hand a gentle squeeze. "We can always take another walk some other time," she says consolingly. "But for now, we should probably get back before we end up in trouble."

Hyunjin nods again, accepting that their evening stroll must come to an end. "You're right, we don't want to get chewed out by the managers," he says with a small chuckle. They turn around and begin walking back the way they came.

The return trip is quieter than the journey out, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Y/n steals occasional glances at Hyunjin, admiring his profile in the fading light. Every now and then, Hyunjin would catch her gaze and give her a small, affectionate smile.

Eventually, they make their way back to the house where they're staying. As they walk up the steps to the front door, Hyunjin turns to Y/n. "This was a nice walk," he says, his tone softer than before. "I always enjoy spending time alone with you."

"Yeah, especially since we are always practicing or around the other members, but I love them too. Just not as much as you." Y/n states.

Hyunjin smiles, his eyes warm as he looks at her. "I know what you mean," he says, opening the door for her. "The members are like family, but there's something special about the time we get to spend together, just the two of us."

They walk inside, greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of the house. A few of the members are in the living room, sprawled out on the couches watching TV. They look up as Hyunjin and Y/n enter, but they just give brief waves to each other, respecting the couple's quiet, private moment.

Hyunjin and Y/n head up the stairs, their footsteps are soft on the carpet. As they reach the hallway leading to their individual rooms, Hyunjin stops in front of Y/n's door.

"I had a great time tonight," he says, his voice low as if afraid to shatter the quiet aura between them.

Y/n smiles, her hand on the doorknob. "Me too," she says, her heart fluttering at his proximity. "Even though we didn't really do much, I enjoyed just spending time with you."

"Yeah, sometimes it's the simple things that make the best memories," Hyunjin agrees, his eyes not leaving hers. He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair back from her face, his touch tender.

Despite their exhaustion from the long day, neither of them seems to want the moment to end. Y/n finds herself leaning into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his fingertips on her skin.

"I should probably go to sleep before I fall asleep here, standing up"

Hyunjin nods, reluctantly dropping his hand from her face. "Yeah, you're right," he says, his voice a bit reluctant. "We have filming in the morning, and we both need our beauty sleep."

Y/n chuckles at his words, then gives him one last smile. "Goodnight, Hyunjin," she says softly, her hand still on the doorknob.

"Goodnight, Y/n," Hyunjin replies, his voice just as soft as hers. He takes a step back, giving her the space to go into her room.

Y/n opens the door and steps inside, giving him one last glance over her shoulder, before disappearing into the room. Hyunjin stands outside her door for a few moments more, his expression thoughtful. Then, with a soft sigh, he turns and heads to his own room.

Hyunjin closed the door to his room, the quiet click echoing in the silence of the hallway. He leaned back against the door for a moment, his thoughts on the evening he had just spent with Y/n. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as he thought about her.

With a sigh, he pushed off the door and went to get ready for bed. Despite the late hour, he knew it would be a while before sleep would come, his mind still dwelling on the woman who had captured his heart.

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𝘜𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 - 𝘠/𝘯: "𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦." 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯: "…𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸."

𝓒𝔀: 𝓑𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓯𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1817

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 7 𝓶𝓲𝓷 6 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Bangchan walked through the park alongside Y/n, their shoulders brushing as they strolled. The sun was setting, and the sky was painted with hues of orange and pink.

Bangchan turned to look at Y/n, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You know, you look beautiful in this light," he said, his voice low and smooth.

Y/n blushed, ducking her head. "Thanks," she said, feeling a flicker of something unfamiliar in her chest.

As they continued to walk, Bangchan couldn't help but notice how Y/n's hair shone in the setting sun and how her laughter seemed to fill the air with a melody. He had always found her attractive, and over the years, his feelings for her had grown into something more than friendship.

Y/n was feeling equally conflicted. She had always known Bangchan as a close friend, someone she could trust and rely on. But lately, his words and actions towards her had been different - more romantic, almost. She found herself blushing more frequently at his compliments and seeking his company more often.

As they reached a bench, Bangchan gestured for Y/n to sit down. He sat down next to her, their legs touching slightly.

"I have to tell you something," he said, his voice suddenly serious.

Y/n looked at him, surprised. "What is it?" she asked, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest.

Bangchan took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I...I don't know how to say this, but...I've been feeling something for you," he said, his eyes fixed on her face.

“This sounds like you’re flirting with me.” Y/n says as she looks over to Bangchan. “...I’ve been trying to do that for three years now.” Bangchan says back.

Y/n blinked, her mind scrambling to process his words. "You...you've been flirting with me for three years?" she repeated, disbelief mixing with budding hope.

Bangchan nodded, a sheepish smile on his face. "Yeah. I've been trying to drop hints and show you how I feel, but I guess I'm not very good at it," he said, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at his confession. "Wow, I had no idea. No one's ever tried to flirt with me so subtly before," she said, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that her best friend had been secretly flirting with her for years.

Bangchan chuckled, relieved that she was taking it well. "Yeah, I didn't want to scare you or make things weird," he explained. "But I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. I needed to tell you how I feel."

Y/n was silent for a moment as she processed everything. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. On one hand, she wanted to be happy that someone as wonderful as Bangchan had been silently pining after her for years. On the other hand, she felt a nagging worry that things might change between them now that their feelings were out in the open.

Bangchan seemed to sense her hesitation. "Y/n, you don't have to say anything right now," he said, reaching out to take her hand. "I just needed to get it off my chest. And if you don't feel the same, that's okay. I'm happy to just be your friend."

Y/n's heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. The touch of his hand on hers sent a flutter of emotions through her body. She looked at him, seeing the mixture of hope and uncertainty in his eyes.

"It's not that I don't feel something," Y/n spoke carefully, her words measured. "It's just...I never thought you saw me that way. You're one of my closest friends, and I don't want to ruin what we have."

Bangchan nodded, understanding her concerns. "I know, I feel the same way," he said, his thumb stroking her skin. "But I also know that I couldn't go on pretending to just be your friend when I feel so much more. I had to take the risk."

Y/n looked down at their hands, intertwined on the bench. She took a moment to really consider her feelings. Her heart was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, but one thing was clear: she cared deeply for Bangchan. She cared for him more than just a friend.

Y/n speaks up, "I... I like you too." Y/n confesses.

Bangchan's eyes widened at her words, a mix of surprise and joy on his face. He had hoped for this, but hearing her say it sent a wave of happiness coursing through him.

"Really?" he asked, his voice soft. "You're not just saying that because I just confessed?"

Y/n shook her head, a smile growing on her lips. "No, I'm not," she said, her voice steady. "I've been feeling something for you for a while now, but I was just as confused and scared as you to say anything."

Bangchan's heart felt like it was soaring. He couldn't believe that this was happening, that his secret feelings were reciprocated. He squeezed her hand slightly, his thumb tracing patterns on her skin. "I'm glad you feel the same. For a while, I was worried I was going crazy, feeling these things for my best friend," he admitted with a chuckle.

Y/n laughed softly, "I know what you mean. I felt so silly getting all flustered whenever you were around. And I could never figure out if you were actually flirting with me or just being friendly."

Bangchan grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, most of those were definitely intentional attempts at flirting," he said, chuckling. "I was testing the waters, trying to see if you'd pick up on it."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. "You sneaky devil," she teased. "You had me all puzzled, trying to figure out your strange behavior."

Bangchan chuckled again, his shoulders shaking. "Well, it looks like my cunning plan worked," he said, his tone lighthearted. "After three years of subtle flirting, I finally got you to admit you like me back."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "You're insufferable, you know that?" she said, though her words were without malice. She found his self-satisfaction endearing. "But yeah, your plan worked. Congrats, Chan."

Bangchan wiggled his eyebrows at her. "I should get some credit for my persistence," he said, a playful smirk on his lips. "Three years of flirting is a lot time invested, you know."

"What would you like then? Me being your girlfriend?" Y/n jokes to Chan.

Bangchan pretended to think for a moment, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm...I suppose that would be a suitable reward for my years of effort," he said dramatically, leaning back against the bench. "You being my girlfriend - yes, I think that will do nicely."

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at his overacted response. But the thought of being his girlfriend made her heart flutter. "Well, in that case, I guess I have no choice but to officially agree to be your girlfriend," she said, jokingly feigning reluctance.

Bangchan smiled widely, unable to contain his joy. "I'm glad you've decided to give in to my charms," he teased, pulling her closer to him on the bench.

As the night continued, the two of them talked and laughed like old times, but the undercurrent of their new romantic feelings added a thrilling element to their banter. When the sky grew dark, Bangchan walked Y/n home, holding her hand the entire way.

As they reached her doorstep, they paused, both reluctant for the night to end.

"This was a great night," Bangchan said, still holding her hand.

"It really was," Y/n agreed, leaning against her door. She looked at him, feeling a mix of emotions - excitement, nervousness, and a deep affection. "So, officially I'm your girlfriend now, right?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips.

Bangchan grinned, stepping closer to her. "Officially my girlfriend," he affirmed, his voice softer now. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch gentle.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at his tender gesture. She felt a wave of warmth spread through her. "Well, I guess I should get inside," she said reluctantly.

Bangchan nodded, equally reluctant to end the night. "Yeah, I should head back too," he said, but he didn't move away. He was standing mere inches from her, the closeness making her breath hitch.

They stood there for a moment, neither wanting to break the spell. Y/n's eyes kept drifting to his lips, wondering what they'd feel like against hers. Bangchan's gaze was fixed on her face, his eyes dark with an unmistakeable desire.

Finally, Bangchan spoke, his voice low and hoarse. "Can I..." he began, then he cleared his throat and started again, "Can I kiss you goodnight?"

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest at his words. She had been waiting for him to ask, her own longing mirrored in his eyes. "Yes," she breathed, her voice almost a whisper.

Bangchan didn't need any more encouragement. He stepped closer, closing the small gap between them. One hand came up to cup her face, his other arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her against him. His eyes met hers for a brief moment before he leaned down, his lips gently pressing against hers.

The kiss was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through Y/n's body. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into him, one hand coming up to clutch his shirt. The feeling of being against him, his strong arms holding her close, was intoxicating. The kiss deepened, both of them losing themselves in the sensation.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and a little dizzy, Bangchan rested his forehead against hers. "God, I've wanted to do that for so long," he murmured, his fingers tracing feather-light patterns along her cheek.

Y/n nodded, her eyes still closed as she tried to catch her breath. "Me too," she agreed. "I can't believe it took us this long." They stood there, still in each other's arms, trying to calm their racing hearts.

Finally, Bangchan reluctantly withdrew, his hands lingering on her waist. "I should really go," he said, though his tone was anything but decisive.

Y/n nodded, equally reluctant to let him go. "Yeah, it's getting late," she agreed.

They exchanged a lingering look, silently saying goodbye for the night. Finally, Bangchan took a step back, breaking the connection. "Goodnight, y/n," he said, his voice carrying a hint of regret.

“Goodnight, lover boy” Y/n jokes as she turned to head inside. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, and text me when you get home, please.”