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𓍢ִ໋☕️✧˚ ༘ ⋆₊˚.🎧 ✩｡☕ 🤎

𝘜𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 - 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪: "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦." 𝘠/𝘯: "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?" 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪: "𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵."

𝓒𝔀: 𝓑𝓸𝓵𝓭! 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲, 𝓢𝓱𝔂! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓢𝓮𝓶𝓲-𝓹𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓬 𝓼𝓮𝔁 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓢𝓮𝓶𝓲-𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1080

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 4 𝓶𝓲𝓷 14 𝓼𝓮𝓬

𓍢ִ໋☕️✧˚ ༘ ⋆₊˚.🎧 ✩｡☕ 🤎

Mingi and Y/n were hanging out at their favorite cafe, sipping drinks and chatting about random topics.

"You're so cute," Mingi suddenly said a smile on his face.

Y/n looked at him, a bit confused by the random comment. "What?" she asked, unsure if she had heard him right.

Mingi's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I said you look like a boot," he repeated, clearly enjoying Y/n's confusion.

Y/n sputtered for a moment, baffled by the unexpected comparison. "A boot?" she repeated, her eyebrows furrowing in disbelief. "What do you mean I look like a boot?"

Mingi let out a laugh, enjoying the effect his words were having on her. "You know, like a cute, little leather boot," he clarified, gesturing at her outfit playfully.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at his explanation. "You have a strange way of complimenting people," she teased, shaking her head in mock exasperation.

Mingi just chuckled, his amusement still evident. "Hey, I call it like I see it," he said with a shrug. "You're cute, and you have a certain 'boot-like' charm."

Y/n rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I don't know if I should be flattered or offended by that," she joked, sipping her drink.

Mingi grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "Why not both?" he suggested. "You can be a cute, leather-boot-charmy kind of person. It's a good vibe."

Y/n laughed again, shaking her head. "Only you could make being compared to a boot sound like a compliment," she said, still amused by his antics.

"What can I say?" Mingi replied, holding up his hands in a shrug. "I've got a unique way with words. Besides, it could be worse. At least I didn't compare you to a piece of broccoli. That would've been much less charming."

Y/n couldn't suppress a chuckle at his ridiculous example. "Yeah, I guess being a boot is preferable to being a broccoli," she agreed, playing along. "At least boots are stylish."

Mingi nodded, pretending to be serious. "Exactly," he said. "You're a fashionable, leather boot. Classy, yet comfortable. A perfect combination."

Mingi leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. "And just like a leather boot, you're tough and resilient," he said, his voice lowering to a seductive tone. "But on the inside, you're soft and warm."

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up at his words, her smile faltering slightly. "You're laying it on thick, Mingi," she teased, trying to mask her reaction. "Are you sure you're not just flirting with a pair of boots?"

Mingi laughed at her comment, his flirtatious demeanor unwavering. "No, no," he said, shaking his head. "I'm definitely flirting with the lovely person wearing those boots." He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to an almost whisper. "Plus, the boots are just an added bonus."

Y/n couldn't help but chuckle again, her heart fluttering at his persistence. "You never give up, do you?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at him, but secretly enjoying the attention.

"Never," Mingi replied, his gaze never leaving hers. "Especially when I'm trying to charm a cute, leather-boot-wearing girl." He reached out and poked her boot-clad foot with his own shoe playfully.

Y/n blushed again at his flirty gesture, playfully swatting at his hand. "You're relentless," she said, trying to sound annoyed, but her smile gave her true feelings away.

"And you love it," Mingi retorted, a smirk on his face. He scooted his chair closer to hers, leaning in so their knees touched under the table.

Y/n tried to feign nonchalance, but the closeness of their proximity made her heart race. "Who says I love it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him defiantly.

Mingi chuckled, clearly enjoying their banter. "You don't have to say it," he teased. "Your blushing cheeks give you away." He reached out and lightly pinched her flushed cheek, his touch almost caressing.

Y/n swatted his hand away again, her heart rate picking up at his touch. "You're a pest," she muttered, but her tone lacked any real annoyance.

"I'm your pest," Mingi corrected her, his hand snaking over her leg under the table. "And I know you secretly love it."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at his words, the touch of his hand on her leg sending a shockwave of desire through her. She couldn't deny his words, no matter how much she tried. He knew her too well.

Mingi leaned in even closer, his voice a low murmur. "You love that we can joke and flirt like this," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "You love the fact that we can talk about boots one minute and then have our knees touching under the table the next."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat as his hand continued to travel higher up her leg. "Mingi, we're in public," she protested weakly, her voice wavering as desire pooled in her stomach.

"Who cares?" Mingi replied, his voice low and sultry. His hand reached the top of her thigh, his touch dangerously close to intimate territory. "Besides, you look so cute when you're flustered."

Y/n's mind was swimming in a mix of desire and panic. She couldn't deny the effect he had on her, but they were in a public place. "We can't... someone might notice," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but her body betraying her true feelings.

Mingi chuckled, his hand slowly moving back down her thigh. "Don't worry, I'm an expert at being discreet," he whispered, his voice dripping with seductive certainty. "And you seem to be enjoying it too much to really protest."

Mingi's hand continued its slow, torturous journey back up her leg, stopping once more just millimeters away from her most sensitive region. Y/n's breath came in shallow gasps as she fought to regain control of herself, but the desire coursing through her body made it difficult to think straight. 

Just as she was about to give in to the overwhelming feelings, the cafe's door opened, and a group of noisy customers walked in.

Mingi smirked, his hand reluctantly pulling away from her leg. "Looks like we'll have to continue this somewhere more private," he mumbled, his voice filled with desire and a hint of disappointment. Y/n could only nod, her heart racing and her mind still spinning from the almost intimate moment they had just shared.

Hi everyone!

I do plan on making a birthday post between the sunshine twins (Han and Felix) and y/n. However, my stupid little brain wants to make it sexual but i want the story in general to be fluffy and sweet. So I'm battling my demons but by either today or at the latest tomorrow.

Love you all,

Sakura 🌸

Hello!! Can I order a miso butter cookie with a vodka shot on the side with Skz bangchan? You can make it as spicy as u want:)) also love the order list, very creative!

A Closer Connection

𝓒𝔀: 𝓓𝓸𝓶! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓢𝓾𝓫! 𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷, 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓳𝓸𝓫

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1677

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 6 𝓶𝓲𝓷 3

𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦 - "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧"  𝘝𝘰𝘥𝘬𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 - 𝘋𝘰𝘮! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

After seeing the stunt Bang Chan pulled with being shirtless on stage I feel like this is very appropriate. Also thank you for ordering!!

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 "You’ve never even touched yourself?" Y/n asks, her eyes widening in surprise. She had always known Bangchan to be a shy and reserved person, but this was a new revelation.

Bangchan's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he nodded, his eyes darting away from her gaze. "No, I haven't," he replied, his voice quiet.

"Ever?" Y/n continued, her curiosity piqued.

Bangchan shook his head, his blush deepening. "No, never," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n's eyes widened even further at his admission. "But... why not?" she asked, feeling a mixture of surprise and concern.

Bangchan shrugged, looking down at his hands. "I don't know," he said honestly. "I just... never felt comfortable doing it, I guess."

Y/n studied his face, reading the mix of embarrassment and discomfort. She knew he wasn't just being coy or shy, there was something deeper going on here.

"Have you ever thought about it, though?" she asked softly. "Have you ever been curious?"

Bangchan glanced up at her, a trace of vulnerability in his eyes. "Yeah, sometimes," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "I've thought about it, but I don't know... I never felt brave enough to actually try."

Y/n studied his expression, her heart going out to him at that moment. She reached out and placed a hand on his arm, offering a small gesture of comfort.

"I know this is kind of out of line question but... would you like me to touch you?" Y/n asks Chan.

Bangchan's eyes widen at her question, his heart thudding in his chest. No one had ever asked him that before, and the thought of it simultaneously excited and terrified him.

He looks up at Y/n, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and intrigue. "I-I'm not sure," he stammers, his voice shaky. "I've never... no one's ever..."

Y/n understood his hesitation and gently squeezed his arm. "It's okay," she reassured him, her voice soft. "I just thought I'd offer. But we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Bangchan nods, trying to process his feelings. The idea of her touching him was both exciting and frightening, making his heart race and his stomach flutter. He looks back at her, his eyes searching hers, looking for reassurance.

Y/n held his gaze, her expression gentle and patient. "It's entirely up to you," she reiterated. "I won't force you to do anything you don't want to. If you change your mind or if you're unsure, just say so, and we'll stop immediately. Okay?"

Bangchan took a deep breath, letting her words sink in. He knew he could trust her, and that she would respect his boundaries. Still, the fear of the unknown was making his mind race. "Okay," he finally said, his voice quiet. "I... I think I want to try."

Y/n smiled, pleased that he had made a decision. "Just relax, okay?" she said, her voice soothing. "I won't do anything you're not comfortable with, and we can stop anytime you want. Just let me know if it's too much or if you want to pause."

Bangchan nodded, taking another deep breath to steady his nerves. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing thoughts as he mentally prepared himself for what was about to happen.

His best friend was about to help him out sexually, Bangchan felt a mixture of anticipation and nervousness as Y/n began to move her hand towards his body. She was his best friend, someone he trusted and cared for deeply, and yet the idea that she was about to touch him in this way seemed both surreal and incredibly intimate.

Her hand was soft and gentle as it made contact with his skin, moving slowly and deliberately. "You're so tense," she murmured, her voice filled with concern. "Just try to relax, okay?" Y/n says rubbing Chan's arm.

Bangchan tried to do as he was told, taking another deep breath and willing his muscles to relax. But the feeling of her hand on his skin, and the knowledge of what she was about to do to him, made it difficult to completely let go of his tension.

"Do you want to take your pants off, or should I?" Y/n asks.

Bangchan's cheeks flushed at her question, his heart rate quickening. The thought of taking off his pants in front of her was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. 

"Y-you do it," he manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n nods and slowly moves to unbutton and unzip Chan's pants, "We can stop whenever." you remind.

Bangchan nods, appreciating her reminder. He was still nervous, but her reassurance helped to ease his anxieties a bit. "Okay," he manages to murmur, his breath hitching as she slowly peels off his pants.

Once his pants are off, Bangchan is left sitting there in his boxers, feeling both vulnerable and exposed. He looks up at Y/n, her eyes studying him intently.

Y/n gently puts her hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle there twitch under her touch. "You're doing so well," she praises, her voice soft. "Just remember to relax, okay? We're going at your pace."

Bangchan nodded, taking another deep breath and trying to focus on the feel of her hand on his leg. The touch was both soothing and arousing at the same time, making his heart race and his body tingle.

"I'm going to start touching through your boxers, then we can go farther," Y/n tells Chan gently.

Bangchan nods, his breath quickening in anticipation. The thought of her touching him through his boxers is both arousing and nerve-wracking. "Okay," he rasps, his voice hoarse. "I'm ready."

Y/n slowly slides her hand up Chan's thigh making its way to his crotch.

Bangchan's breath hitches as he feels her hand on his inner thigh. The journey to his crotch feels like an eternity, his muscles tense and coiled, waiting for her touch. He tries to hold back the moan that rises in his throat but can’t help but let out a soft moan.

The sound of his moan makes Y/n smile, satisfied at the effect she has on Chan. Moving closer, she finally starts to rub his cock with her palm.

Bangchan's eyes flutter shut at the sensation, his body arching slightly in response to her touch. "Oh god," he whispers, his hands clenching in pleasure.

"Does it feel good?" Y/n asks, already knowing the answer.

Bangchan nods, the words catching in his throat. "Yes," he finally manages to say, his voice strained. "It... it feels so good."

"Do you wanna take it further?"

Bangchan hesitates for just a moment before nodding. Despite his nerves, his body is responding to Y/n's touch, and he can't deny that he wants more. "Yes," he whispers, his voice filled with raw desire.

Bangchan's heart races as she peels his boxers off, exposing himself completely to her gaze. He feels vulnerable like this, but the anticipation and need for her touch outweigh any other emotions. He lifts his hips, helping her remove the last bit of clothing on his lower half.

“You have so much precum” Y/n teases Chan playfully. “Are you ready to continue?”

Bangchan's cheeks flush at her comment, his breath hitching. The way she teased him made him feel both embarrassed and aroused. "Y-yeah," he manages to stammer, his voice betraying his eagerness. "I'm ready."

You spit on your hand and bring it back down to his cock slowly stroking it, using the precum to help your hand glide easier.

Bangchan moans at the touch of her hand, his head lolling to the side in pleasure. “You’re going to need to communicate with me on what you want and need.” Y/n reminds.

Bangchan nods, his brain foggy with desire and pleasure. "I... I want more," he says, his voice raspy with need. "Please, Y/n, keep going."

You keep moving your hand around him, while he gives small thrusts into your hand.

Bangchan's breathing becomes ragged, and he sounds a mix of moans and sighs. The pleasure builds and builds, his body aching for release. "Please," he begs.

“Please what?” You ask.

Bangchan's cheeks flush at the question, his words faltering. He's never had to verbalize what he needed before, and it feels both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. "Please," he repeats, his voice barely above a murmur. "I... I need more. I need... I need to cum.” 

“Yeah?” You tease. “Then cum for me.”

Bangchan's body tenses at her words, the demand sending a shiver down his spine. It's both exhilarating and overwhelming, the knowledge that she has this power over him. He looks up at her, his eyes filled with need and helplessness. "Please," he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Let go for me Chan," Y/n says firmly.

The sound of her firmness makes him shiver, the command stirring something deep within him. He looks up at her, his eyes wide and eager, his body tensing as he finally cums. His whole body shook with pleasure. Once he finally calms down he looks at you with heavy breathing.

You smile as you watch him come down from his high, his body still shuddering with pleasure. He looks at you with heavy breathing, his eyes wide and full of awe and gratitude. "That was..." he tries to say, but the words fail him.

"Amazing," you supply, your tone filled with satisfaction. You reach out and run your fingers through his hair, a gentle gesture of affection.

Bangchan nods, his body weak and trembling. He leans into your touch, still breathless and reeling from the intensity of his orgasm. "Yeah," he finally manages to say, his voice gravelly. "Amazing is definitely one word for it."

You chuckle, enjoying the aftermath of his pleasure. You can tell he's exhausted, his body spent and boneless. "You did so well," you praise, continuing to run your fingers through his hair.

Ayo! I've been stalking your page for a while and I absolutely love your moodboards, especially Jongho's 🤣 could I please order a latte with an espresso shot? Oh and I'd also like a Belgian waffle. Please make it sweet! The members I choose are Mingi & Jongho from Ateez 🫶🏽

Between Two Hearts

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓑𝓯! 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝓯! 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸, 𝓟𝓸𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹, 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 980

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 3 𝓶𝓲𝓷 52 𝓼𝓮𝓬

𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘦 - "𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 - 𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱

𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦 - 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺! 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳

Hope you enjoy!!

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The apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow of the overhead lamp casting a warm and comforting light over the room. The sound of rain tapped lightly against the window, providing a soothing background noise for the intimate scene unfolding inside.

Jongho and Mingi sat on the sofa, their bodies close together as they whispered and laughed softly. Y/n was snuggled up between them, feeling loved and cared for by her two boyfriends.

Mingi wrapped his arm around Y/n's waist, pulling her closer and nuzzling his head into her neck.

He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her hair and skin. "I've been waiting for this moment all day," he murmured, his voice low and tender.

Jongho smiled, his hand caressing Y/n's thigh. "Me too," he agreed. "There's something about holding you close like this that just makes everything feel right."

Y/n felt a warm rush of affection at their words, feeling surrounded and enveloped by their love. She leaned her head against Mingi's chest, relishing the feeling of his strong arm around her.

"I feel so safe and loved when I'm with you both," she murmured. "I feel like I can just let go and be myself, and you'll accept me no matter what."

Jongho leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. "Of course we accept you," he said. "We love you for who you are, flaws and all."

Mingi nuzzled her neck a little more, his hands starting to wander idly along her body. "And trust me," he said, his voice lower. "There's nothing more beautiful to us than seeing you relaxed and at ease like this."

Y/n smiled sleepily, feeling their love and affection wash over her like a warm blanket. "Can we just stay like this forever?" She asked, her voice drowsy.

Jongho chuckled softly, his hand still caressing her thigh. "As much as I'd love that, I think we'd probably get hungry eventually," he teased.

Mingi nuzzled her neck again, nuzzling his nose into the soft skin there. "But we can stay like this for a little while longer," he murmured. "I just want to hold you close for a bit longer."

Jongho took Y/n's chin gently in his hand and turned her face towards his, looking deep into her eyes. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this," he whispered.

Mingi chuckled and agreed, "Me too. I've been wanting to kiss you since the moment I first saw you."

Y/n smiled at their words, feeling a warm thrill of anticipation run through her. "So what are you waiting for?" She asked coyly, her lips curving into a sly smile.

Both Jongho and Mingi leaned in closer, their faces inches away from hers. "You know, we can't both kiss you at the same time," Jongho teased.

Mingi added, "But we're going to take turns, and I call first."

With that, Mingi tilted Y/n's head towards him and captured her lips in a gentle, but insistent kiss. Jongho watched with unabashed desire in his eyes, taking in the sight of his girlfriend and his boyfriend kissing.

Mingi's hands roamed over her body as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a mix of tender and hungry intensity. Jongho's hand on her thigh tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fought the urge to push Mingi aside and claim her for himself.

After a moment, Mingi pulled away, his eyes burning with desire. He turned Y/n's face towards Jongho, who wasted no time in capturing her lips with his own. His kiss was different than Mingi's, softer and more deliberate, but no less passionate.

His hands cradled her face as he kissed her deeply, his tongue slipping into her mouth to taste and explore. He took his time, savoring the sweetness of her lips and the heat that was building between them.

When they finally pulled away from each other, Y/n was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with desire. Both Jongho and Mingi were panting as well, their eyes darkened with lust and admiration.

Jongho gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch tender and loving. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.

Mingi nodded in agreement, still caressing her body with his hand. "I don't know what we did to deserve you," he murmured.

Y/n felt a warmth spread through her chest at their words, feeling loved and cherished by her two boyfriends. "I feel the same way about you both," she said softly, her voice overflowing with emotion.

Jongho and Mingi both smiled at her response, their eyes lighting up with joy. They were silent for a moment, just taking in the sight of her, so beautiful and vulnerable in their arms.

"Are you getting tired yet?" Mingi asked softly, his hand stroking her hair.

Y/n shook her head, snuggling closer to them both. "No, I don't want to move," she said. "I'm too comfortable here between you two."

Jongho chuckled and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight against him. "We don't have to move," he assured her. "We can stay like this for as long as you want."

Mingi nodded in agreement, nestling his head into the crook of her neck. "We just want you to feel happy and loved," he murmured.

Y/n's heart swelled with affection at their words, feeling cared for and valued. "Thank you," she whispered, closing her eyes and resting her head against Jongho's chest.

The three of them stayed like that, entwined together on the sofa, just enjoying the feeling of being close to each other. The rain continued to tap against the window, providing a soft and soothing background noise to their intimate moment.

I swear I'm going to post a Seungmin birthday story soon, all of their birthdays are so close together 😭

My classes finally start tomorrow and it's going to be a long year of "Just make it to friday" over and over again. I'm so excited... 😐

Anyways, I will try to post regularly but it won't be everyday. I do know that on the weekends I will try to post.

Love all of you and take care of yourselves,

-Sakura 🌸