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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.

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 🌸

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 🌸

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓪 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴, 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯-𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 838

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 3 𝓶𝓲𝓷 17 𝓼𝓮𝓬

🐺⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆🐺

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺

Soft music playing in the background filled the room as Bangchan sat on his couch, his girlfriend Y/N snuggled up against his side. She had her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed as she basked in the warmth of his embrace. Bangchan's arm was wrapped around her, his hand gently running through her hair.

"I could stay like this forever," Y/N whispered, her voice laced with contentment.

Bangchan chuckled and tightened his hold on her. "Me too," he agreed. "Nothing beats having you close to me like this."

"Did you know that today is National Boyfriend Day? And today is also your birthday."

Bangchan looked down at Y/N, surprise and amusement dancing in his eyes. "Is it really?" he asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I had no idea. I guess I have a lot to celebrate today, huh?"

Y/N nodded a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "You sure do," she said, her tone teasing. "You've got me, the best girlfriend in the world, and it's your birthday. What more could you ask for?"

Bangchan laughed and ruffled her hair affectionately. "When you put it like that, I'm pretty lucky," he agreed. "But you know what could make today even better?"

"You taking today to completely relax and let the boys practice without you?"

Bangchan chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. "Nice try," he said, giving Y/N a light pinch on her arm. "But you know I can't do that. I have to make sure the boys are practicing properly and staying on task."

"Lee Know's there, he'll make sure everyone does the dance right. You know how he is when it comes to practicing."

Bangchan thought for a moment, then relented. "You have a point," he admitted. "Lee Know can be pretty strict when it comes to practice. But even so, I still feel like I should be there to help out."

"Text Minho with what they need to practice today and have him record what they do and send it to you if you're that worried but I'm not letting you leave the house today."

Bangchan considered her words for a moment, then shrugged. "Okay, you win," he said with a smile. "I'll text Minho and let him know what I think the boys should focus on for practice today. And I promise not to leave the house."

Y/N beamed at him, triumph and joy filling her eyes. "I knew you'd see it my way," she said, snuggling closer to him.

Bangchan laughed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close. "You always know how to persuade me," he said, his voice warm with affection. "But you know what this means, right?"

"What does it mean?" Y/N asked, looking up at him with a coy smile.

Bangchan leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "It means I'm all yours for the day," he said, his eyes sparkling. "You've got me all to yourself."

"Good, because we're doing a self-care day. You need it and Stay will be happy you're taking a break."

Bangchan chuckled and ran his hand through her hair. "A self-care day, huh?" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I can't say I'm against the idea, especially if it means spending the whole day with you."

"And here I thought that you said you can't flirt"

Bangchan laughed, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Hey, I never said I couldn't flirt," he protested. "I just said I was bad at it. There's a difference."

"Your V-Live says differently"

Bangchan huffed but then broke into another laugh. "Okay, fine," he conceded, "Maybe I am not as terrible at flirting as I thought. But you've always been good at bringing out my flirty side."

Y/N grinned at him, pleased with herself. "Of course I am," she said, her voice full of confidence. "I know how to press all the right buttons with you."

Bangchan watched as Y/n got up and began gathering various skincare products. He couldn't help but smile as he watched her flit around the room, grabbing lotion, sheet masks, and makeup removal wipes.

"Looks like you're all set for our self-care day," he said, his voice filled with gentle humor. "You have enough skincare products there to last a month."

Y/N shot him a cheeky grin over her shoulder. "Hey, if we're doing a self-care day, we might as well do it right," she said. "And that means taking full advantage of all the beauty products and indulging ourselves. So just settle back and let me pamper you."

Bangchan chuckled and leaned back against the couch cushions, his expression a mix of amused resignation and eagerness. "As you wish," he said, a hint of a smirk playing around his lips. "I am at your mercy."

"Will you let me put a lip plumper on you then?"

“Wha- NO! I don’t want to look like a pufferfish.”

Of course Hyunjin goes live while I'm in my class... I hate it here.

Man oh man do I enjoy applying for scholarships... entering in the same information over and over again...