Milk-tea-sakura - Sakura

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𝒞𝓌: 𝓕𝑒𝓂! 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓈𝓎 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻, 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉! 𝓜𝒾𝓃𝒽𝑜

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 𝟣𝟢𝟦𝟦

𝓔𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒: 𝟦 𝓂𝒾𝓃 𝟧 𝓈𝑒𝒸

🍜ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚🍜

Minho unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped inside, a weary smile on his face after a long day of practice. He was looking forward to some well-deserved rest, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted as he spotted Y/n, his girlfriend, curled up on the couch with a book.

"Hey there," he said, his voice softening as he took in the sight of her. "How was your day?"

Y/n looked up from her book, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Hey," she said, setting her book aside and stretching her arms above her head. "It was good. I got a lot done. How about you? Long day at practice?"

Minho nodded, groaning as he stretched his arms. "Yeah, it was brutal. But we're making progress, so it's worth it. I'm just tired and ready to crash."

Y/n patted the spot beside her on the couch. "Come here, sit down," she said, scooting over to make room for him. Minho complied, collapsing onto the couch with a sigh. He rested his head in her lap, letting out a contented hum as her fingers began to card through his hair.

"That feels nice," he muttered, his eyes closing as her touch sent waves of relaxation through him. Y/n chuckled softly, her fingers moving to massage his temples. "You look like you could use some TLC," she said affectionately.

Minho hummed in agreement, feeling the tension in his muscles start to melt away. "I always appreciate your TLC," he said, nuzzling against her stomach. "But I'm also starving. Did you eat yet?"

"I had a quick snack," Y/n replied, her fingers still moving through his hair. "But I wouldn't mind heating something up for you. What do you feel like eating?"

Minho hummed, deliberating for a moment. "Ramen sounds good. Can you make some for me, please?"

Y/n ruffled his hair affectionately. "Of course, baby. I'll go make you some right now."

She carefully extracted herself from under him and padded into the kitchen. Minho let out a small whine of protest, already missing her warmth.

As Y/n busied herself in the kitchen, Minho took the opportunity to observe her from where he was sitting. He couldn't help but smile as he watched her move around the kitchen, her every movement a picture of grace and efficiency. He was truly grateful to have her in his life, especially on days like these when he was worn out and in need of her care.

A few minutes later, Y/n emerged from the kitchen with a steaming hot bowl of ramen. She set it down on the coffee table in front of Minho, a smile on her face. "Careful, it's hot," she warned as she handed him a pair of disposable chopsticks.

Minho's eyes lit up as he eagerly accepted the bowl, the warm aroma of the ramen wafting up to his nose. "Thanks, babe," he said, his mouth already watering. "You're the best."

Y/n sat back down beside him, watching as he dug into his food with gusto. "Slow down, or you're going to burn your tongue," she scolded gently, unable to suppress a smile at his enthusiasm.

Minho paused for a moment, his mouth full of noodles. "But it's so good," he mumbled, before quickly resuming his eating. Y/n laughed, shaking her head. "You're such a messy eater," she teased, reaching out to wipe a drop of broth off his chin.

Minho grumbled playfully, swooping his head to the side to avoid her hand. "Hey, I'm not that bad," he protested, swallowing another mouthful of ramen. "And besides, you love me anyway."

Y/n rolled her eyes, a fond smile on her face. "Yeah, I do," she admitted, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Even when you're being a messy, stubborn idiot."

Minho smirked, pausing in his eating to shoot her a teasing grin. "You love my stubbornness," he said, winking at her. "Admit it, you think it's cute."

Y/n feigned disgust, unable to hide the amusement in her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, Lee Minho," she retorted, poking his shoulder lightly. "I just tolerate your stubborn streak because I love you."

"Sure, sure," Minho replied, returning to his ramen with a smug smile on his face. "Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart."

He finished the last of his noodles, setting the empty bowl aside with a satisfied sigh. "That was delicious," he said, stretching his arms above his head.

Y/n smiled, glad to see him looking more relaxed now that he'd eaten. "I'm glad you liked it," she said, gathering up the dirty dishes. "I'll go clean this up, and then we can watch a movie or something. How does that sound?"

"That sounds perfect," Minho said, sinking further into the couch with a contented sigh. "As long as you come cuddle with me while we watch."

As Y/n rinsed off the dishes in the kitchen, Minho settled back into the couch, his mind already picturing the way she would join him afterward.

When Y/n finally returned to the living room, Minho immediately reached out for her, pulling her onto his lap. She settled against him, her head resting on his chest as his arms encircled her in a tight embrace.

"Mmm, there you are," he mumbled, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. "I missed you."

Y/n chuckled softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his arm. "I was gone for like five minutes," she teased.

Minho pulled her closer, burying his face in her neck. "Too long," he mumbled, his breath warm against her skin.

Y/n smiled, feeling a warm rush of affection for him. She snuggled deeper into his embrace, enjoying the feeling of his arms around her. "You're such a clingy koala," she murmured, her fingers threading through his hair.

Minho let out a mock offended huff, his arms tightening around her. "Hey, I'm not clingy," he protested, though his voice lacked any real conviction. "I'm just… showing my affection. In a very demonstrative way."

Y/n laughed, tilting her head back to look up at him. "Sure, sure," she teased, her fingers tracing the planes of his face. "You're just a big softie at heart."

When Changbin misses you

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯. 𝓝𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 '𝔂𝓸𝓾'.

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 494

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 1 𝓶𝓲𝓷 58 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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The rain patters against the window of Chan’s apartment, a gentle rhythm that fills the room with its calming sound.

He sits on the couch, his attention focused on his phone as he idly scrolls through Instagram. You sit across from him, reading a book in a plush armchair. The soft glow of the overhead lights casts a warm, cozy atmosphere over the room and a sense of tranquil peace washes over the two of you as the rain continues its serenade outside.

You look up from your book, placing a bookmark on the page you were just reading before closing your book. “Hey love, it’s raining outside.”

Chan looked up from his phone, a small smile playing on his lips at your words. “It is, isn't it?” he replies, his eyes soft as he looks towards the window, watching the water droplets dance against the glass.

“We have the day off today, don’t we? We should do something fun, even in the rain, you know?”

“What do you mean?” You ask with a questioning look.

“Well,” Chan’s smile widens as he stands up, “It’s a cliche, but there’s something romantic about kissing in the rain. We should give it a try.” He moves over, holding out his hand for you to take.

You smile and take his hand, “You just want to make my book fantasies become a reality for me.”

Chan chuckles softly as he gently tugs you up to your feet, a glimmer of playfulness dancing in his eyes. 

“Of course I do, you deserve to experience those book fantasies you like to read and more.” He presses a soft kiss on your forehead before he intertwines your hands together.

“Let’s go and enjoy this rain, shall we?” he asks.

As the two of you put on your shoes and a jacket, you make your way outside.

The cold rain droplets hit your skin, and instantly your clothes start to cling to your figures from the moisture. Despite the cold weather, Chan leads you forward, a playful smile on his lips.

He takes your father out in front of the apartment building, away from the prying eyes of the other residents. A comfortable silence washes over the two of you, He pulls you close as he gently cups your cheek with his hand.

You slowly wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into Chan as you kiss.

Chan’s free hand instinctively wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer till not even rain could pass between you. The kiss was soft and slow, filled with tender love that you both couldn’t put into words. The rain gently pours down upon the two of you, adding a gentle rhythm to the kiss.

As you eventually pull away from the kiss you whisper “I love you.” you say as you put your head on his wet chest. “I love you too.” He responds.

“Now let’s get you inside, I don’t want you getting sick.”

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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.”

Random sexual text with Chan

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓜𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓼 '𝔂𝓸𝓾'. 𝓓𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 '𝔂/𝓷'. 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼.

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1,979

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 7 𝓶𝓲𝓷 54 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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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."

time skip

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."