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Red . It's Red

Lee Minho × Reader

Dom! Lee Minho × sub! Reader

But also soft! Minho. ? Whatever

- You will understand what i mean.

Read it yourself at your own risk :)

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Minho's hips thrust forward carelessly, buried his cock deeper in my hole so that a moan falls from my mouth again. Again and again his name slipped through my lips. I bite my lip to muffle the embarrassing noises I let myself be heard. Maybe for the reason that they just came from me and received no reaction. Even with that slight signal , Minho should have seen the first sign. However, Minho did not respond. I doubted that he was even listening to me. Minho was in his own world for now. As if I were nonexistent for him. Neither me nor my pleasure. Tears form in the corner of my eye as I gasp as soon as his hips quicken. I can't say whether it's because of desperation or the emotional chaos.

My slightly trembling hand finds his bare shoulder. A little weakened, I push him away from me, not very hard but also not imperceptibly, enough to draw his attention, to recognize another sign. Its thrusts were deep and made me see stars in pure colors. He rammed it deep and fast. Almost made me cry out and I have to put the back of my hand against my mouth to dampen it. It was too much for my body. It's all too much for me. But Minho took my cue completely wrong, almost provocatively. The opposite of what I was trying to say. His hand grips my wrist with an iron grip and pushes it forward over my head against the mattress. Has now bent further forward and lets a scream get stuck in my throat as his position changes. He now has his cock deeper in me.

"Red" i mumbled breathlessly beside of soundless sobs.At first he didn't hear. With quick breaths he kept ramming his cock against my hole as I lay under him with my eyes half open. No matter how I tried to pull him closer to me, he wouldn't let it. ,,Minho. Please. Baby"my voice weaker than ever ,,Slow down. Please just slow down. Minho!" I try to speak stricter but my moans slipping sinfull from my lips. But he couldn't hear my anyway. Minho only focuses on my pussy which is getting wetter by time. So he can now thrust into me more easily and smoothly.

it wasn't brutal. but it hurts. Sometimes it did, but the pain was always tempting. But right now it outweighed the pleasure.

"Red" it was unhearbly. The words were just mumlings under my breath. ,,Red.Red.Red" i sob.

Barely audible. Nothing that you could not overhear under a moan. but Minho did. Though weak, the words had an enormous effect on him. His body tensed. His hips stopped abruptly trusting against my skim, his dick burring deep inside of me without moving a single bit, let me breath out the hot air.

Not sure if he misheard or not. But a cold shiver runs down his body as soon as he hears the faint words slip from my lips. And suddenly he assumed a completely different expression. There was fear in his eyes that he might have seriously hurt me. Pain that passes over pleasure. Or much worse. He made me feel inferior and unloved, like I was just a toy for his own desires. Unfortunately, both cases have surfaced once. And in both cases, Minho made sure that they never repeat themselves. Hell, it took months for him to treat me roughly in bed again. And even then, paying attention to every move i made, looking for signs that would show him he was overdoing it. And i still remember the look on his eyes, which were soaked in fear, shame and remorse. And the same eyes are now staring down at me.

,,What did you say?" He wants to know, still breathless from the long kisses before. Or from slight Panic. But i wasn't sure.

I stayed in silence.

,,(y/n)" His voice more demanding now. He wants a answer but i could'nt. I didn't want to. Damn safe word. Why it needed to slip thru my lips? If I let it stand, maybe he will think he has misheard and then move on? but is that really what i want? His cold eyes on my body while he fucks inside me? His cold words who let me feeling im a dumb slut? His harsh touches who don't give me even a slight feeling of warmth. It would be a lie to say that I didn't love Minho's rough side. My body reacted on his own with excitement and butterflies in my stomach as soon as he treats me like his bad kitten.

And when Minho came home from dance training today with an annoyed expression and angry physique, I was able to figure out how it will end today. I didn't complain. I almost never did. I was his good girl.

But today. Today I also had an extremely stressful day at work. Everything could'nt go worser for me and at the end of the day I was the one to get blamed for every mistake that happend today. I spend the rest of my day upset lying in my bed and waiting for the love of my life to coming home.It was a shitty day. So the joy of finally holding Minho in my arms again was all stronger than ever. I wanted him close to me, be able to kiss him. Touching and telling him what I want him to do to me. Today, however, the table turned differently. For me. Because Minho was today in control to let everything out on me. Fuck his stressfull day out of his mind. His eyes cold and indifferent, as if he were bored with me. No matter what I did or how I tried my best to look good in front of him, he made me feel like I hadn't tried it well enough. and worst of all, he didn't say a word during the whole time and that made it all feel even more wrong. Minho's passion in bed is dirty talk. He could do it better than anyone i knew.

His words were soaked in sin, so sardonic and playful at the same time. Otherwise he can never stop talking. Could do this for hours. it felt so strange when he kept quiet. so..damn...wrong.

But now i wish at the same time that he just stay quit or just let me be. Instead of burning holes with his deep eyes on my face. He wants that i repeat myself but i didn't have the appility to do so. Not again. But Minho wants to know and wait till i finally speak up. ,,Minho-" I say his name with a pout, want to get rid of the uncomfortable, tense mood. Minho was not influenced by me, however, "(Y / n)" his voice is now more certain. ,, i want you to repeat what you just said" but i shake my head.

"I'm sorry", my voice trembles slightly, shaking the situation away. "Just forget what i say, okay?" I suggest and then ask, "Please just keep going.Please-"

The realization that he hadn't misheard hit him right in the face. He breathes in the air which his feelings had squeezed out as he let his gaze fall away from me.

Not believing what he hears, he takes the grip from my wrist and shakes his head slightly. My words ricochet off him. "Shit" he murmurs, hissing under breath and is out of my hole in one movement. "Minho-" I try to grab his arm and pull him back to me, but he shakes it away.

,,No" he interrupt me strictly like i thought he will. There was no way that Minho would let it slide now.

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My body is wrapped around the warm white blanket as my tears slowly dry, but don't go away completely. I've calmed down in the meantime where Minho nervously strokes his hair. Sit at the corner of our bed with head turned away from me and looked a little lowered. I take a couple of sips from the water bottle that Minho brought me before my eyes land on him. Closing the bottle, his flat voice takes up the floor without looking at me,,I'll get you towels. And then I'll clean the mess , so you can go to bed- "he says in a broken voice, takes an excuse to stay away from me. Wants to give me my distance, because He's sure that i need it now.Only that I don't. Certain sure that as soon as he steps out of the door, he will blame himself.

Minho wants to get up but my hand around his arm is pulling him back to bed. His eyebrows are slightly pressed together as he meets my eyes. Confused whether I am still missing something or something still hurts me. But before he can ask I'll interfere. ,,Stay here" putting my hand on his upper arm. But he shakes slightly his head ,,Later, okay?" he speaks softly. ,,Now I'll get the things for you. Take a rest,baby" He takes my hand from his arm, squeezes it gently and then wants to get up. But his guilty expression didn't change for a bit. However, I stop him again. Pull him down to me whereupon a deep breath leaves his lips. He almost falls on me but crash instead against the wood materiall, hold himself against the bed ,, (y / n) "he mumbles gently, patiently, but not sure if it was the best for now.

,,I'm sorry " I had my arms wrapped around his neck and hugged him. When he shakes his head again,,Stop apologizing. I should have noticed instead of fucking you. I should have noticed that you are in pain and far from comfort. God Damn" in the meantime he has let me take hold of him. He lands on his knees on the bed as he rubs his eyes. Stunned and still not recovering from the event that took place half an hour ago. He allows me to hold him in my arms as he curses and shares his thoughts with me, "I'm really stupid. I'm such a stupid asshole. I should have noticed. Even before you say the safe word" ,,Minho-"I tried to get my words through but he just shakes his head and leans back, away from my touch.

The strands of his hair hang down over his forehead. ,, No, (y / n). When do you finally start to set your limits with me instead of always justifying my actions? "He didnt even look at me just like he would speak to himself instead of me. ,,When do you finally-",,Because i know you "i let him know and look right thru his eyes that stare back at me as soon as the words slip thru my lips,, I trust you because i know you. I justify your actions because I know them well as well as the reasons why you cause them.'' I silence him, which is why I keep talking. Lean forward a little and slide my fingertips over his cheek. Hold his face with my hand. ,,You didn't know and that's why you didn't stop. Should you have known it better? Well,..yes, maybe that. But - "I gently run my fingertip over his lips. His breath touch my finger.,,At that moment, I'm pretty sure, then you would have stopped." His lips were rougher than usual from all the nibbling on them. But the need to press mine against his was enormous. No matter how rough they may be. ,,And you did" I make it clear for him and look up from his lips to his eyes, which analyze my movement. He takes his time to think about my words till i ask in between the short silence. ,,Okay?" And then Fortunately, he start nodding slowly.,,Okay", he breathes back before I pull him into a tender kiss. He gently returns the kiss with just light pressure.

His tongue runs over my lower lip, asks for no admission but occasionally to get a taste of them. His lips were heavenly to kiss and so juicy against mine, despite their roughness, they were precious.

Wrapping my hands around his neck again, I hug him again when he finally relaxes. The hug returns by snuggling closer to me. Stroking Minho's soft hair, the tension is finally released from him and his shoulders hang down.

"I'm sorry," he whispers softly against the crook of my neck as I nod like i accept his apology. My arms are still around his neck. Soak up Minho's warmth and breathe in his sweet scent. Sigh, relieved and satisfied. I didn't want anything other than him hold in my arms. Minho on the other side wants nothing else than to show me how sorry he is and how much he is valued by me.

I almost decay in my constructive calm before a whimper leaves my lips as his hand touches my clit. And drives over my pussy. His hands were cold but his touches were warm. "I had such a stressful day today and I couldn't think of anything better,..." his lips run along the crook of my neck as he let his words out. Just touch my skin lightly instead of kissing it as if he had to breath all about me in first. From the outside then inwards.

,,..Than to let it all down on you. Haven't even thought of asking how your day was. Was it very bad today?" His voice just a wispher.,,Did you miss me a lot, mhmmm? "He snuggles into my neck like a cat. It would be cute if it weren't for his fingers on my pussy and the rough voice that is now speaking thru his mouth.

,, Yes, i missed you so much." I breath out as i hold him still close to me ,,Just wanted to hold you and be loved by you ",, loved by me? "He asked back, runs his lips over my neck. His fingers too. Move down and open my entrance a crack. His middle finger easily sticks in, to check the hot water. As I draw in air as my wetness flows out and slides over his finger. A calm, contented sound trembles slightly against his vocal cords.

,,You wanted to be loved by me" he chuckles slightly, but not very amused. ,,And what i did instead?" His deep voice cracks on the end, waiting for an answer. But i know i wasn't the one who should answer the question.,, Roughly trusting in you instead of comforting you like you wanted. I fucked you till you couldn't breath anymore-" his choice of words made me squeeze my thighs a little.

,,Im so damn-" his finger slipped thru my entrace suddenly, lets out a loud whine from my lips. As he put sloppy kisses on the crack of my neck. ,,-Sorry, baby" He applies pressure to my hole with another finger as he pumps the first one in and out, before slipping both of them inside. Let my mind going almost blank.

,,So sorry for my princess" he wispered while his fingers keep digging inside me. He wasn't looking for speed, but for enough pressure and depth from his fingers so that I perceive every movement intensely. Until it was the only thing I could think of right now.

,,Minho "I whimpered his name again and again. Could'nt let other words slipped past my lips. Minho's other hand strokes my hair to the side, holding the hairpiece lightly before his hand leans on my neck. Hold me tight as his lips wander over my collarbone to my neck. He kissed the spots, licked them before gently tucking his teeth in.

"Minho.Please-just .." I try to built a correct human sentence when he already interrupts me with a drawn out. ,,Ssshh. I know''. Kissing my skin along my neck. Going my neck up so that I tilt my head slightly to one side, lift my head so that he has more space before he builts himself a lift up as soon as he reach the end of my Neck which he kissed upwards. Breath hot air against my lips. ,,I know"

His weight over me Let me fall back on the bed with one movement. The blanket slips from my shoulders, doesn't wrap anything around my body anymore. In the new position, Minho's fingers now went deeper than before. Make me arch my back as i let a loud moan past my lips. Immediately followed by the third finger that penetrates my entrance and moves with the others in a passionate rhythm. ,,Shit, Minho" i moaned out and get a chuckle out from him as he still leans over me.

He has his arm under the back of my head as support and his body lies diagonally to the side of me. His knees close enough between my legs. His hungry, watchful eyes fixed directly on me as he focuses on every, single move i make. At the sight of me his lips would love to slide deep groans past them but he swallows them down. Fully focused on me.

My eyes were closed from that point on as I took each one of his touches as if they were my fresh new breath that made me live this moment. I could feel him close to me. He was so looked at me. His mind was here with me, his body pressed against mine, but still that wasn't enough. I needed more. No matter how greedy that may sound. I needed him much closer than that.

"Minho" I claw at his shoulder, pull him closer to me, bring a sardistic smile out of the boy's lips. But that was not enough. I needed him closer. "Min. Please. I.. can't...-"

,,I know, princess. I want you closer too" he reads my mind and his fingers stopped abruptly. Let me moan briefly before he moves. His now wet fingers slide gently over my cheek as he sits upright so his legs are between my thighs and his upper body hovers over mine. His hands lift my legs up at a better angle with his arms wrapping around my thighs. And I can only let my head fall back with excitement as his cock now presses very close against my skin.

His fingertips fall on my skin, their tracks slide down as if they were kissing every part their cross. So gently and carefull. But at the same time were his touches so hot. Minho really couldn't take his eyes off my body, whether he tried or not. His eyes scanned every curve to the smallest detail which he laid his eyes on or could reach with his Fingertips who are tickling against my sensitive skin. Took all of me.

His stare intimidates me and makes me flush at the same time. and in spite of that I didn’t stand still, couldn't lay here impatiently and with losing patience. I wanted to feel his hands on me.

,,Please.Minho" i begged ,,Just do something. I need you" he silence me as he press his lips against mine. meet my eyes, which look at him gently and he returns the look even more tenderly.

,,You don't have to beg for it "he let his lips fly across my cheek, close his eyes shortly before open them again and stare right back at mine again. Minho had always have the most beautiful eyes that I have ever get caught to. They captured everything that would be found in the most breathtaking places on the whole planet. More beautiful than the most beautiful, brightest starry sky. They made shooting stars appear next to them. He had a whole starry sky in them and at the same time they were blank black. The stars invisible to find into them, replaced with his feelings, which he whispers to me with just one look. I could let all the emotions he wants me to know about, see with just one look right inside of him. "You deserve this all" his lips kiss his way to my lower eyes up to my ear while his fingers brush my neck "All that and so much more," he whispers against my lips and his eyes stare again in mine.

His fingers find my core again. Brushes his fingers over it and smears them with my liquid as he lets out a groan. The moisture between my legs almost drips down my inner thighs. I was so fucking wet for him. With the other hand he holds my thigh, presses the body part tighter as he looks up at me. His eyes were soaked with lust but there was also gentleness and patience in them. But there was much more caution when he checked my face for signs that would show him in the smallest of sight that everything is maybe going too fast for me.

,,Color?"he asks me as I lie under him with an irregular, excited heartbeat and have to detach myself from the sight of his dark, beautiful eyes, which are slightly covered by his hair, in order to meet his eyes directly. Instead of just part of his face.,,Green" I let him know, before close my eyes annoyed when he doesn't move and doesn't look convinced.,,Baby, I'm really okay" I emphasize the words as believably as possible as i look up to him. ,,im pretty fine actually,you know?" I joke around and bring an amused smile out of minho's lips. before it breaks again.

It's true. I couldn't feel better at the moment. Although the only thing I lack is the patience here to finally feel him inside of me. ,,So fucking please."slide my fingers through his hair and dragged him down a bit.,,Do something." Minho took a few seconds to think about it before he believes my words and turns his head slightly to press a tender kiss on my forearm ., Green sounds like a pretty good color. I can work with it. "His voice sounds playful now, lets a smile cross my lips.

Minho took his time with me. Even before he push his dick inside of me, he was waiting patiently for me until I gave him a signal to be able to continue. And even then, Minho hesitated.

Pressed feathery kisses against my thigh. Holds my leg over his shoulder as he taste my skin. "God, you have such soft skin," he compliments me ,,and so damn beautiful legs. Holy shit" he breaths out as he find a hold on my leg and stares shamelessly . Kissing and biting the skin softly when I just whimpered impatiently in response. I finally want to have him inside of me. ,,Minho" I press out, at the edge of crying, whereupon he looks down at me with an eyebrow raised. Isn't finish to prove his love for my legs. ,,Please. Minho"my half opened eyes burn thru his deep ones.,,Fuck me, Minho. I want you inside of me" Im used to talk like that to get what i want, just how he likes it. And Minho has to hold back a growl at the sight. I looked too delicious. He'd like to pounce on me and stick his cock in but he'll remember what he's doing this for. ' Love me 'those were my words, so he followed my wish.

Minho's thrusts weren't quick as they usually were. But even deeper than before, which is why I couldn't silence my mouth at all. This time he hit every right angle so that I not only saw stars but pure fireworks. I swam in my pleasure. I only heard his voice whispering and talking in the edge. And now I had again the man in front of me, who could whisper with his sharp tongue at the same time the thrilling words that I love so much. Holy crap, he drives me fucking crazy.

And it got worse and harder to keep my sounds to the minimum when he suddenly hit a spot which drive me to let a high, embarrassing sound fall out of my mouth. ,, i found it "he grins as my mouth pouts open and i just look more fucked up than before. As soon as he found it, he hit the right spot over and over with every push.

He makes me feel things that I would never have believed existed. I would never have guessed that they existed. But Minho did that over and over again, just as he always did. And that without even trying.

And just from Minho's fixed eyes, which lay on me and look at each of my movements with pure fascination, I am sure that I have the same effect on him as he has on me.

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Oh my holy liminho. I can't believe that i finally post something but guess what,..... i did hihihuuuu.

I hope you enjoy my story. I really tried to write it good as possible. Also, i hope my english doesnt suck here since it's not my best language.

Whatever. Enjoy and see you next time.

Byoo

[ Bang Chan Hard Thought ] -

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Okay, so Chan is absolutely the sort to shy away from doing anything unless you explictly ask. I’m talking, you’re making out on your bed and it’s hot and heavy and anything but innocent. He’s moving down your neck, nipping at your most sensitive spots and maybe he’s smirking when he tugs a particularly desperate noise from your mouth. His hands have found purchase beneath your shirt, fingers running along your waist, constantly threatening to move higher. And he’s achingly hard against your thigh. Your hands are moving along his back, beneath his black t-shirt and the slight press of your nails against his skin is enough to encourage him to press his hips tighter against your own. When you press your thigh against his waist, he moves against you to create friction and he’s desperate, but he won’t do anything more until you’re tugging at the ends of his hair and sighing and pulling away from him just long enough to say, ‘Chan, please fuck me.’ 

And then, well. 

He’s smirking, but inside, he’s screaming at himself to keep it together. As much as he wants to tear your clothes off, he’s desperate to be respectful, so it’s delicate fingers pulling at the hem of your shirt until it’s over your head. He falters for a moment when he sees you shirtless, exposed to him and he suddenly remembers just how hard he is. You catch him staring, even though it is just for a second and you can see the conflict behind his eyes. His hair is tousled and he just looks so big settled between your legs and his trousers really aren’t doing much to conceal what is supposed to be hidden beneath. And you know that he is trying to be a gentleman, so this time you tug at his t-shirt, drawing him down to you and when he is close enough, you sigh just beside his ear, ‘Chan, I said fuck me.’ 

[ Changbin Hard Thought ] -

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AFAB Reader

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Part of me thinks that Changbin would be hyper-aware of exposing your relationship if his group members don’t yet know, or if they do, at least a little conscious of expressing too much affection around them. They’d tease him even more than they already do. 

But, equally, I think that Changbin is absolutely the sort of boyfriend who instinctively glances up from whatever he is doing whenever you walk into the room. His eyes will follow your movement and whoever he was talking to is momentarily forgotten (and trust me, Minho gives out about it). Even if you’re not intending to walk near him, he’ll extend an arm in a silent invitation for you to slip to his side and he’ll instantly pull you closer. Maybe he just has a thing about having his hands on you - he doesn’t care where, thigh, waist, shoulder, he just wants to have something to grip onto. And you’re hardly complaining, his hands are going to be pretty callused from weight-lifting and the rough skin, the weight of his hand, is reassuring. Not to mention a turn-on when he applies a little pressure to your thigh and sends a hundred sexual thoughts running through your head.

He’s sometimes casual about everything and you simply join the group like you’re a friend. Changbin doesn’t push to sit beside you and it’s cool, you chat away to whoever you’re closest to because you’re all friends and the fact that you’re dating Changbin doesn’t change anything. Or, he’s all over you, entirely uncaring who might see what. He’s cornering you in the shared kitchen, distracting you from cooking, talking to you in a low voice, probably whining about how long dinner is taking and he’s got other matters on his mind. He presses himself close and when he kisses you, it’s hot and intense and inappropriate in every possible way given that you’re in the shared kitchen. Minho is definitely going to be the one giving out when he catches you both and as you hide behind Changbin, he’s smirking in such a way that screams just how little he cares about being caught. 

On the occasions he’s feeling particularly confident, he’ll ask whether you’re good, as if he isn’t slowly rearranging your insides and he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s moving slowly, but reaching so, so deep all you can manage is a quiet, soft mhmm. He definitely smirks, but doesn’t press you any further. It’s the sort of occasion where you can’t even bring yourself to trail your nails against his back, all you can think to do is wrap your arms around him to try and bring him even closer, to feel as much of his skin against your own. The feeling is so engulfing that you’re almost silent, desperately clinging to Changbin’s broad shoulders to try and ground yourself and Changbin lives for this - his girlfriend too full of him to talk. 

[ Bang Chan Hard Thought ] -

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I’ve just been thinking about how y’know, good, Chan looks in some of his stage outfits and it got me wondering. Say their stylist had handed out a bunch of clothing items for them each to take home to try on, Chan, being as busy as he is, had half-heartedly tried them before putting them in the corner of his bedroom to return at some point. When you’re hanging out at the dorm one evening and Chan goes to shower, you have a little look through the bag and find a particularly comfortable looking shirt and decide Chan probably wouldn’t mind if you slipped into it. (When Chan returns, he definitely doesn’t mind.) He sees you, sat against the headboard and just scrolling through your phone, as though you aren’t only wearing a button-up that is barely covering your bare thighs. 

At first, he’s going to be surprised into a flush and be like, ‘Oh.’ When he sees your innocent expression something is definitely going to change - he tries to keep his eyes focused on your face as you mention how nice the shirt is, but there’s something incredibly distracting about your half-naked figure. When he says that it was from the stylist and you instantly offer to swap it for something else, his voice is a little firm as he tells you it’s okay. There’s going to be a moment of silence where you simply look at each other - you take note of his ever-so slightly darkened expression, the sudden heave of his chest. You place a hand on his cheek and kiss him softly and it would have been harmless if only you hadn’t shifted your legs and the hem of the shirt hadn’t lifted even higher. A glimpse of the fringe of your underwear and Chan is gone. 

He’s going to get real close and quick - one hand cupping your chin to keep you still, the other heavy on your thigh, moving higher with every passing second. He’s gripping at the skin and whilst he isn’t rough, he isn’t exactly gentle and there is absolute desire in his kisses as he moves down your neck, all the way to the front of the button-up. When he sees just how few buttons you’d bothered to do up, he audibly groans and if he wasn’t hard before, he certainly is now. The hand that was on your thigh has long since slipped beneath the shirt and he holds your waist as he finally lays you down, desperate to have you as close as possible. His movements will be slow, but purposeful - he takes great care to shower you with affection, gentle touches and grazes of his teeth, not to mention the forceful press of his hips against your own so you’re able to feel just what the sight of you in his button-up is doing to him. He knows how to rile you up until you’re digging your nails into his shoulder and pleading for him to touch you.

Chan will flush at the noises you’re making, but they’ll only make him want you more. He’ll have his hands up your shirt, running over your chest, drawing quiet moans of his name from your mouth. He’ll throw your underwear somewhere into the bedroom, but when you go to remove the button-up he’ll immediately stop you, telling you to keep it on because you look so good in it. Any opportunity to tease him about his confession is cut short by him slipping inside and the stretch is just right, sending any thoughts far from your head. He’ll bunch the shirt up in his fist as he moves and appreciate the sight of you looking swamped in the material. 

[ Bang Chan Hard Thought ] -

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[ Friends to Lovers ]

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I think we can agree that Chan is a pleaser - if he can do something for someone, he will. So you’re close friends with the group, but particularly Chan and let’s say that isn’t always easy being best friends with someone as attractive, and lovely, as Chan himself, but you get by keeping all feelings and any desire to jump his bones to yourself. Occasionally there is a little tension - on the day's Chan is feeling stressed or needy you sometimes wonder whether you ought to throw caution to the wind and finally make a move like Hyunjin has been telling you to for weeks. Recently the unspoken tension seems to have increased threefold - maybe it’s because he’s leaving the country soon, maybe it’s because you’re in love with him and spend an unhealthy amount of time fighting off thoughts that you definitely shouldn’t be having about your best friend. It comes to a head a couple of days before Chan is due to fly to the US and this is how it goes:

First, maybe Chan invited you to just hang out at the dorm whilst he finishes packing his suitcase. You’re just lounging on his bed, silently admiring him as he fiddles about in his wardrobe as if every single item isn’t the same shade of black. It’s quiet, as it always is before he flies halfway around the world, the atmosphere is stuck somewhere between excitement for the upcoming tour and sadness for him having to leave the city and you. After a while he stands and walks to the bed with a hoodie in hand and you assume he’s about to pull it on, but instead he offers it to you.

‘What is that for?’ You ask, furrowing your brow.

At first Chan is a little quiet, his gaze on the floor as he replies: ‘I just thought, because I’m going away.’

As soon as he begins, he starts to backtrack. The first thought that flashes through your mind is that maybe he feels the same way about you as you do him and it stuns you into silence until you hear the sudden insecurity in his voice. Then you immediately move closer to him and reach for the hoodie and it takes great willpower to firstly, not melt over just how cute he is, and secondly, pull him to your side. ‘Chan,’ you manage, faintly aware of the tears gathering at the edges of your eyes, ‘I’ll miss you so much.’

You’re not sure who moves, but suddenly you’re wrapped tight in Chan’s arms, your nose tucked into the crook of his neck, your bodies pressed close together. Chan can feel his t-shirt bunched in your fists and he tries to hold you even closer and he knows his heart is pounding in a way that betrays just how he feels. He tells you just how much he’s going to miss you too and it almost hurts when he sees your watery eyes as he pulls away. He isn’t thinking as he leans closer, bowing his head slightly, his thoughts are in a whirr because you’re giving him the softest, most adoring look and he’s in love. His mouth is gentle against yours - the movement of someone slowly testing the waters, someone cautious of sending their best friend running a mile if this is all a misunderstanding. When he feels your fingers press into his back to keep him close, he finally begins to relax into the kiss.

It’s soft and gentle and sometimes you break apart to catch your breath, but your foreheads press together and Chan’s grip around your waist is enough to express his determination to keep you close. He allows you to take the lead - deepening the kiss, your fingers daring to slip beneath his t-shirt and he slowly pushes you to the duvet, taking his time to hover over you so you can ask him to stop at any moment. It’s quiet as you carefully peel clothing from one another - t-shirts, trousers and even when you’re almost naked, when he is achingly hard against your thigh, Chan doesn’t speed things up. He waits for you to make the final step and you do, as he places kisses along your collarbone, you thread your fingers through his hair and sigh quietly, ‘Chan, please.’

He lifts his head to catch your eye and when you nod, he finally slips your underwear down your thighs. He finds your mouth again and mutters against your lips, ‘I’m going to take care of you.’

All you can do is nod again and hold onto his broad shoulders in an effort to keep yourself grounded because this is Chan, your best friend, the one you’ve been in love with for you don’t remember how long and he’s just beautiful and gentle. He looks to you again before he lines himself up, a final demand for consent and when you start to feel a stretch, your fingernails press crescent shapes into his back. Chan’s breathing is heavy as he stills, torn somewhere between wanting to fuck you in the way he’s been thinking about for months and trying to hold it together. He furrows his brow and triple-checks whether you’re okay and even when you nod and say yes, he can see tears in your eyes once more and it’s only when you tug at the ends of his hair and sigh that he realises why they’re there. ‘It feels so good,’ you manage and Chan responds by gently moving his hips against your own.

This isn’t something Chan wants to rush, in fact, he wants it to last a lifetime. The closeness has you both softly sighing as your head falls deeper into the pillow, Chan’s forehead resting on your shoulder as he savours the warmth and the way you squeeze him just right. The feeling of you wrapped around him has his head spiralling and he is sure, he will come undone soon. He rolls his hips and draws a whimper from your mouth and the noise prompts him to move again, quicker, deeper, if only to hear that noise again.

It is gentle even when you finish – your name falls from Chan’s mouth as his movements still and he places a grounding hand on your thigh as he feels your shaking legs around his waist. His retreat is slow, reluctant, and he does not move far, moving to your side and tugging you into his chest. His touch is soft and meant to slowly draw you back to him and for a while, neither of you speak. Eventually, you shift to look at his face, one hand caressing his cheek and for a moment you stumble over your words because Chan is looking at you as if you’re his entire world. It’s sort of like, ‘Chan, I – ‘ and that’s it, even though you want to tell him you’re in love with him.

Even though you can’t quite finish, Chan nods his head and replies, ‘I know, me too.’

[ Bang Chan Hard Thought ] -

18 + Content & Swearing

Masterlist

I’ve just been thinking about Chan fucking you until you’re dumb. The press of your nails into his shoulder blade is enough to break the skin, to leave behind a welt that’ll haunt Chan for the next couple of days, but it is a half-hearted effort to try and keep yourself grounded and he doesn’t stop you. The noises slipping from your mouth were once quiet, almost silent sighs, but the feeling of Chan slowly slipping in and out has stoked such a feeling in your abdomen that his name is the only word you’re able to string together. He really ought to take a break to bring you back to him, to gently remind you to be quiet because you’re not alone in the dorm, but he can’t seem to bring himself to do it. Even now, there is a flush searing across his features at the thought of you being heard, but something about the idea of reminding his friends that you’re his stirs the heat in the pit of his stomach. 

Chan’s fingers are bruising on your thigh, pinning you into place, as if you have half a thought of moving away. The necklace he hasn’t gotten around to taking off after his schedule is brushing over your chest, sometimes falling in front of your eyes, cool to the touch. After a while, Chan adjusts a little so he’s able to see your glassy eyes, the tremble of your lower lip as you say his name. He finally slows the movement of his hips and pries his hand from the bare skin of your thigh, only to pass his thumb over your cheek. Maybe it’s the sight of you, so needy, so desperate for him, maybe it’s the warmth and the wetness, but he has to brace himself so as to not come undone just yet. In a moment, he silently asks whether you’re okay, before he presses his lips to the spot behind your ear and guides his hand to your throat. When he continues the roll of his hips against your own, he is less gentle, he moves slowly, but presses hard, deep enough that your brow furrows and your teeth close on your bottom lip. Chan lets out breathy sighs against your skin, huffing out a quiet ‘fuck’ and whispers of your name.

I'm here to find a fic again=))

It was a ot8 x reader fic. Reader was in need of money so she part took in a reality show about dating name red lights. She was the main character of the show, the other participants was ot8 and they all knew her.

Please drop me the link should you come across it!!!

Cleaning out my wardrobe, my mum decides to read all of the names off the back of my stray kids shirt 🤣

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DESK | LEE FELIX

summary: felix likes to be filled while you’re working, sometimes he can’t help but want more.

cw: sub!felix, dom!reader, cockwarming, afab!reader, a bit of dacryphillia, degrading, and more.

tagging: @sub-hoshi-enthusiast, @silencefavarchive, @maknaeronix, @foenixs, @sunpopp, @maybe-i-do-write

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“i thought this was what you wanted lix? you wanted to be filled didn’t you?” you ask, holding the boy tightly on your lap as he’s filled with your strap.

“it’s- it’s not enough! please use me, fuck me, do anything but please, move,” he cries, attempting to roll his hips down on your strap. “you’re such a needy whore, lix. interrupting my work just to get fucked, but it’s still never enough, is it.” you murmur, sighing but still granting his wish.

you fuck into him, slowly at first until you gain speed. he gasps sharply, back arching as he moans. slurred thanks leave his plump lips. your dominant hand reaches down to pimp his cock slowly, while the other toys with his sensitive nipples.

“you can take it, can’t you? this is what you wanted after all,” you whisper, listening to his soft moans and gasps as they feel the small room. he’s overwhelmed, sounds increasing in pitch as he gets closer and closer to his peak.

he struggles to ground himself, hands grasping anything they could find. he grasps the armrests, knuckles turning white.

“i-its so much! so, so good!” he moans, tears staining his cheeks. “you’re so pretty when you cry lix, such a pretty, ruined slut.” you mumble, feeling him shiver against you at your words.

“you gonna cum baby? gonna make yourself all messy because of my touch?” you ask, jerk i him faster. he chokes on his own moans, thighs attempting to close. “yes, yes, yes-!” he gasps, breathing heavily.

“cum for me, darling,” you demand, pushing up into him once more. that’s all it takes for him to cum, waves of relief washing over him as his orgasm wracks his body.

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╰┈➤ ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ Sakura's Bakery ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

╰┈➤ ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ Stray Kids ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

╰┈➤ ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ Ateez ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

╰┈➤ ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ Series ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

╰┈➤ ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ Other groups ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

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𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭

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𝓚𝓮𝔂:

Fluff: ~ Smut: * Angst: ^

𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷

Dating bangchan - Moodboard ~

Planning a date with Chan - Text format ~

Bangchan photos - Pic collage ~

Dripping With Love - Short story ~

Love In The Crown - Story series ~ *

Comfort in Discomfort - Short story ~ (Requested)

Three Years in The Making - Short story ~ (Poll)

Random sexual texts with Chan - Text format *

A Closer Connection - Sakura's Bakery Request *

Cute Bangchan pictures - Pic collage ~

Love, Laugh, and Self-Care - Birthday story ~

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀

Dating Lee Know - Moodboard ~

At a party without Minho - Text format ~ *

Lee Know photos - Pic collage ~

The Downpour Confession - Short story ~

Together and Content - Short story ~

Minho comforts you - Text format ~

Minho's trying to convince you - Text format ~

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓷

When Changbin misses you - Text format ~

Dating Changbin - Moodboard ~

Changbin photos - Pic collage ~

Taking The Leap - Short story ~

The Birthday Surprise - Short story ~ *

𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷

Dating Hyunjin - Moodboard ~

Hyunjin wants a kiss - Text format ~

Hyunjin photos - Pic collage ~

Dancing hearts series - Story series ~

A Quiet Night in Milan - Short story ~

Confessions and Connections - Short story ~

Lover boy texts - Texts ~

𝓗𝓪𝓷

Dating Han - Moodboard ~

Han misses you - Text format ^ ~

Han photos - Pic collage ~

Behind Closed Doors - Short story ~

𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔁

When he accidentally leaves you on read - Text format ~

Dating Felix - Moodboard ~

Felix photos - Pic collage ~

Brownie Biased - Short story ~

𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷

Dating Seungmin - Moodboard ~

Seungmin is coming over - Text format ~

Seungmin photos - Pic collage ~

Banter and Tunes - Short story ~

A Scrapbook Surprise - Short story ~

Completely His - Sakura's Bakery Request *

𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷

Dating Jeongin - Moodboard ~

On your period w/ Jeongin - Text format ~

Jeongin photos - Pic collage ~

Taking A Chance - Short story ~

𝓟𝓸𝓵𝔂!𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓚𝓲𝓭𝓼

Fireworks and Laughter ~

Two's Company, Three's a Party ~ (Han x Reader x Felix)

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𝓒𝔀: 2𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓢𝓱𝔂! 𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1425

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 5 𝓶𝓲𝓷 35 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Jeongin had always been a quiet and reserved person, preferring the company of his close friends and his music over anything else. He had never thought much about romance, convinced he wanted to focus on his career and dreams. But then he met Y/n, and everything changed.

She was the opposite of him — bright, cheerful, and full of life. From the moment they met, Jeongin was drawn to her carefree spirit and infectious energy. Y/n was like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, and Jeongin found himself falling for her against his better judgment.

He tried to fight his feelings, telling himself that he was too busy to get involved in a relationship. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get Y/n out of his head. She had wormed her way into his heart, and he didn’t know how to get her out.

Jeongin tried to keep his distance, not wanting to admit his feelings to himself or anyone else. But Y/n was persistent, always finding ways to spend time with him and get under his skin. She teased him relentlessly, playfully calling him out on his aloof facade.

Jeongin found himself softening towards her, amused by her playful banter and her cheeky smile. He tried to act disinterested, but he found himself looking for excuses to be around her. He found himself laughing at her jokes, and his heart skipped a beat every time she smiled at him.

As time went on, Jeongin found himself falling harder and harder for Y/n. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and it scared him. He was used to being in control, but Y/n had a way of making him feel out of control like he was lost in a whirlwind of emotions.

Finally, one evening, Jeongin found himself unable to deny his feelings any longer. Y/n had been teasing him all day while they hung out together, and the banter had taken on a different tone, laced with flirtation and a hint of something deeper.

Jeongin and Y/n were sitting on a park bench, their shoulders brushing against each other. Jeongin had his gaze fixed on the scenery in front of them, but he was acutely aware of Y/n’s presence beside him.

Y/n nudged him lightly, a playful smirk on her lips. “You’re unusually quiet today,” she observed. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Jeongin was jolted out of his thoughts by Y/n's voice, and he looked at her for a moment before shaking his head. "No, I'm fine," he said, but his voice gave away the lie.

Y/n frowned, seeing through his fake nonchalance. "Come on, you can tell me. Something's clearly bothering you," she said, shifting her body closer to him.

Jeongin sighed, knowing he couldn't keep it in any longer. "It's just… I've been thinking about something lately," he said, running a hand through his hair.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "And what's that something?" she prompted, her eyes fixed on his face, searching for any clue as to what was bothering him.

Jeongin fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, avoiding her gaze. "It's just… us," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at his words. "What do you mean, 'us'?" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of hope and trepidation.

Jeongin took a deep breath, bracing himself for what he was about to say. "I mean… this. Whatever it is we have going on between us," he said, gesturing between them.

Y/n felt a flicker of hope in her chest. She had often wondered if Jeongin felt the same way she did, but he had always been closed off and difficult to read. "What about it?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Jeongin fidgeted again, his nerves getting the best of him. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice shaky. "I just… I can't stop thinking about it. About you."

Y/n felt a rush of warmth spread through her at his words. She had suspected that he felt something for her, but hearing him say it out loud was another thing entirely. "And what exactly are you thinking about?" she asked, a hint of a smile on her lips.

Jeongin looked at her then, his expression serious. "I'm thinking about how much I like being around you. How much you make me laugh. How much I look forward to seeing you every day," he said, the words coming out in a rush.

Y/n felt her heart swell at his words. She had known that Jeongin had a more sensitive side, but he had always been so reserved, so it was rare for him to express his feelings like this. "And that's a bad thing?" she teased, unable to help herself.

Jeongin huffed a laugh, a small smile playing on his lips. "No, it's not," he admitted. "But it's also… I don't know. Terrifying. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and it's… scary."

Y/n's expression softened. She could tell he was being vulnerable with her, opening up in a way he never had before. "I get that," she said gently. "But you know you can talk to me, right? You can tell me anything."

Jeongin nodded, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders at her words. "I know," he said, his voice steady. "But it's just… I don't know what we're doing, you know? What are we? Are we just friends? Or is there more between us?"

Y/n's heart fluttered at his words. She had been asking herself the same question for weeks, but she had been too afraid to bring it up. "Do you want there to be more between us?" she asked, holding her breath as she waited for his response.

Jeongin hesitated for a moment, his brain and his heart warring with each other. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke. "Yes," he said, his voice firm despite the tremble in his hands. "Yes, I want there to be more between us. I want… I want to be your boyfriend, Y/n. If that's what you want too."

Y/n felt a surge of joy at his words, her heart leaping in her chest. "I do want that," she said, a smile spreading across her face. "I want to be your girlfriend, Jeongin. More than anything."

Jeongin let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding, a wave of relief washing over him. "Really?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "You mean it?"

Y/n nodded, her smile widening. "I mean it," she said, her eyes shining. "I've wanted to be your girlfriend for longer than you probably think. I just didn't know how to tell you."

Jeongin felt a rush of happiness at her words. He had never thought it was possible for her to feel the same way about him, and yet here she was, saying that she wanted to be his girlfriend just as much as he wanted to be hers. "Then… we're really doing this?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n leaned in closer to him, her hand resting on his knee. "Yes, we're really doing this," she said, her voice soft and earnest. "I'm yours, Jeongin. And you're mine."

Jeongin couldn't help but smile at her words. The idea that Y/n was his - that he was hers - it felt unreal. He reached out and took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. "I like the sound of that," he said, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of her hand.

Jeongin and Y/n sat on the couch, their hands still intertwined. They sat silently for a few moments, both relishing the newfound intimacy between them. They were no longer just friends - they were now a couple, and the thought filled them both with a sense of happiness and contentment.

As they sat, Jeongin leaned his head against Y/n's shoulder, feeling her hair brush against his cheek. Y/n smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. They had finally crossed the line from friends to lovers, and neither of them could be happier.

Jeongin closed his eyes, feeling a sense of peace settle over him. He felt like he could stay like this forever, just existing in the same space as his girlfriend.

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𝓒𝔀: 2𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓯𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓻

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1099

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 4 𝓶𝓲𝓷 18 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Seungmin had always been a quiet and reserved person. He preferred spending time with his close friends and working on his music rather than indulging in relationships. But then he met Y/n, who turned his world upside down.

It wasn't like he had been looking for love. He had been perfectly content with his life as it was. But something about Y/n had drawn him in. Maybe it was her easy-going nature, or the playful glint in her eyes when she teased him. Whatever it was, Seungmin found himself falling hard and fast.

At first, he tried to resist the feelings. He told himself that he was too busy for a relationship and that he didn't have time to accommodate someone else in his life. But Y/n wasn't someone who gave up easily. She saw right through his tough exterior and knew that beneath his cool persona, there was a passionate and sensitive soul.

Every time they hung out together, Seungmin found himself opening up to her more and more. He realized that he enjoyed her company, that he looked forward to their conversations, and the way she made him laugh. And before he knew it, he was falling head over heels for her.

When Seungmin finally confessed his feelings, Y/n was overjoyed. She had been waiting for weeks for him to admit the truth, and it brought her immense happiness to know that he felt the same way. From that moment on, they became inseparable.

Seungmin and Y/n were sitting on a park bench, enjoying the warm summer breeze. Seungmin was strumming a melody on his guitar, a soft smile on his face.

Y/n looked over at him, a cheeky smile on her lips. "You know, you're talented with that guitar," she said, nudging his shoulder. "Maybe you could write a love song about me sometime."

Seungmin chuckled, his fingers stilling on the strings as he looked at her. "A love song about you, huh?" he repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice. "That might be a bit too sappy, don't you think?"

Y/n pouted playfully, resting her head on his shoulder. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with a little sappiness," she protested. "Besides, I think it would be sweet. Imagine me swooning to a song about how much you adore me."

Seungmin couldn't help but smile wider at her words. He loved her playful side, the way she could make even the most serious situations lighthearted. "You know I already tell you how much I adore you all the time," he pointed out, resuming his strumming.

Y/n sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. "Yeah, but a song would be more memorable, you know? Something I could listen to whenever I missed your voice."

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Are you trying to guilt-trip me into writing you a love song?" he asked, though there was a hint of affection in his tone.

Y/n fluttered her eyelashes innocently. "Me? Guilt-trip you? Never," she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "I just think you owe it to me to immortalize your love for me in song form. You know, for sentimental reasons."

Seungmin chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "You're impossible, you know that?" he said, but there was no malice in his voice. "What if I already have a love song written for you and just haven't told you yet?"

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "You do?!" she exclaimed, sitting up straight. "Are you serious? Why haven't you shown me yet?"

Seungmin smirked, enjoying the excited look on her face. "Because it's still a work in progress," he explained. "I want it to be perfect before I let you hear it."

Y/n pouted, a mixture of impatience and affection in her expression. "But I want to hear it now," she protested. "I bet it's already amazing, even if it's not finished yet."

Seungmin chuckled again, ruffling her hair affectionately. "I promise you'll hear it when it's ready," he assured her. "And don't you dare try to sneak a peek either, got it?"

Y/n feigned disappointment again, though she was amused. "Aw, you're no fun," she teased. "But fine, I won't try to cheat and listen to the song early. I'll just have to wait anxiously until you're ready to share it with me."

Seungmin put down his guitar, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "Don't worry, it'll be worth the wait," he reassured her. "And in the meantime, I'll just have to find other ways to keep you entertained and distracted."

Y/n's disappointment melted away instantly, replaced by a smile. "Oh, yeah?" she said, her tone laced with curiosity. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

Seungmin smirked a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Let's just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve," he teased, deliberately keeping it vague. "You'll just have to wait and see."

Y/n's curiosity only grew at his words, but she knew better than to press him for details. "You're such a tease," she pouted playfully, swatting his arm lightly.

Seungmin chuckled, tightening his grip on her waist. "You love it," he said, his tone affectionate. He leaned in closer to her, lowering his voice to a whisper. "And I love teasing you, especially when you get all pouty like this."

Y/n huffed dramatically, trying to feign annoyance, but she couldn't help the corners of her lips twitching into a smile. "You're insufferable," she grumbled, though there was no real irritation in her voice.

Seungmin smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. "You love me anyway," he pointed out, poking her side playfully. "Pouty and all."

Y/n rolled her eyes, but couldn't deny his words. "Unfortunately, yes," she said, a hint of mock resignation in her tone. "I seem to have a soft spot for insufferable, guitar-playing men."

Seungmin chuckled, his ego inflated at her words. "And I happen to have a soft spot for cute, pouty women who can't resist my charm," he replied with a cocky grin.

Y/n playfully stuck her tongue out at Seungmin, pretending to be irritated. "Your charm is too irresistible, it's not fair," she grumbled, though her tone was light.

Seungmin laughed, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on her forehead. "But you love it," he reminded her, wrapping his arm more firmly around her waist.

Y/n pretended to be annoyed for a moment longer before breaking into a smile. "Yeah, I guess I do."

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𝓒𝔀: 2𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓯𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1039

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 4 𝓶𝓲𝓷 4 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Felix had been having a stressful day, a string of tough dance practices and long studio sessions leaving him feeling exhausted. As he entered his dorm room, he found Y/n sitting on his bed, her legs tucked beneath her, a book forgotten in her lap.

Felix walked over to the bed silently, not wanting to disturb her. He couldn't help but smile at the sight before him. She looked so small and peaceful, her face relaxed in slumber. He gently sat down on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to watch her, the steady rise and fall of her chest soothing his tired mind.

As if sensing his presence, Y/n stirred slightly. Her eyes fluttered open, and a soft smile spread across her face when she saw Felix sitting beside her. "You're back?" she murmured, her voice still groggy with sleep.

Felix nodded, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Yeah, just got back," he said softly, his fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. "You were sleeping pretty deeply."

Y/n yawned, stretching lazily. She shifted closer to him, her head resting against his shoulder. "I didn't even realize I'd fallen asleep," she admitted, her eyes drifting shut again. "I was reading to pass the time, and I guess I just got too comfortable."

Felix chuckled softly, his hand coming to rest on her back, rubbing small circles there. "Comfy enough to take a nap, huh?" he teased, his tone light and affectionate. "You must have been tired too."

Y/n hummed affirmatively, snuggling closer to him. "Yeah, today was a bit exhausting," she admitted, her voice muffled against his shirt. "I missed you, though."

Those words tugged at Felix's heartstrings. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I missed you too," he murmured, burying his face into her hair. "But I'm here now."

Y/n nuzzled her face into his chest, feeling the steady sound of his heartbeat against her cheek. "You smell good," she mumbled, inhaling deeply. There was something comforting about his familiar scent and the way his arms encircled her body.

Felix chuckled, a warm smile on his face. "Just good, huh?" he teased, gently squeezing her closer. "I was hoping for 'amazing' or 'irresistible' at least."

"You would smell irresistible if you made me some of your brownies" Y/n comments

Felix pulled away slightly, looking mock offended. "Excuse you," he teased, poking her side playfully. "Are you saying the only way I can be irresistible is if I make you brownies?"

Y/n giggled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Not the only way, but it would definitely help your case," she replied, feigning a serious look. "I have simple needs, you know. Food is the way to my heart."

Felix faked a pout, his bottom lip sticking out exaggeratedly. "So, you're just using me for my baking skills, huh?" he said dramatically, placing a hand on his chest as if wounded.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh, swatting at his chest playfully. "Oh, stop it. You know I love you for more than your brownies," she admonished a gentle smile still on her lips.

Felix's pout melted away, replaced by a warm smile. "I know," he said softly, nuzzling his face into her hair again. "But seriously, I'll make you some brownies later, okay? Just don't expect them to be perfect."

"Your brownies are always perfect"

Felix couldn't help but grin at her words, feeling a surge of affection for her. "You're just saying that because you're biased," he murmured, his finger tracing a pattern on her back.

"Biased? Biased about what?"

Felix chuckled, his tone filled with playful banter. "Biased about my baking skills," he clarified. "You're always going on about how amazing my brownies are, even if they're just average."

Y/n swatted his chest lightly again. "They're not just average! They're seriously good," she protested, her expression half-serious, half-joking. "And I'm not biased! It's just the truth."

Felix chuckled, loving the way she defended his skills. "Okay, okay, I'll take your word for it," he conceded, a smirk playing on his lips. "But honestly, it's kind of adorable how much you praise my brownies."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a mock look of offense on her face. "Adorable? I'm just being honest," she said, trying to sound indignant but failing to hold back a smile. "Your brownies are genuinely delicious, and you know it."

Felix couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. "Right, 'honest,'" he teased, poking her side again. "I should start charging you for these compliments, you know. My ego is inflating rapidly here."

Y/n pretended to ponder his words, tapping her chin with her finger. "Hmm, maybe I could pay you in hugs and kisses instead of money," she suggested a playful gleam in her eyes.

Felix faked a shocked expression. "Now we're getting somewhere," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I like this idea. It's a win-win situation for both of us."

Y/n laughed, leaning in closer to him. "Yeah, I get to indulge in your brownies and your cuddles, and you get your ego stroked. Sounds like a pretty good deal to me," she teased.

Felix wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her onto his lap. "You're not wrong," he conceded, resting his chin on top of her head. "And let's be honest, your cuddles are always appreciated anyway."

Y/n snuggled against Felix, relishing the warmth of his body and the comfort of his embrace. "You're making a compelling case for yourself, you know," she murmured, her voice soft.

Felix chuckled, his fingers gently stroking her back. "Is it working?" he asked, his tone playful.

Y/n pretended to consider his question for a moment before nodding. "Maybe just a bit," she admitted, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "But don't get too cocky."

Felix feigned exaggerated arrogance, puffing out his chest. "Too late," he declared with mock bravado. "I already feel invincible."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah, Mr. Irresistible," she teased, poking his stomach. "Just don't let it go to your head."

When Felix leaves you on read accidentally

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𝓒𝔀: 2𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓯𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1089

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 4 𝓶𝓲𝓷 17 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Han Jisung was always a cheerful and playful person, known for his silliness and quick wit among his bandmates in Stray Kids. However, there was one person who brought out a different side of him – his girlfriend, Y/n.

Jisung had met Y/n at a music festival that Stray Kids had performed at. He had been instantly drawn to her kind-hearted nature and her unique sense of fashion. After some flirting and playful banter, he finally got her number.

From there, their relationship bloomed. Jisung was used to being the playful one in his group. Still, with Y/n, he found himself being more vulnerable and honest about his feelings. He loved how she made him feel - safe, supported, and understood. And Y/n adored seeing this softer side of him, the Jisung who was shy and romantic when it was just the two of them behind closed doors.

They spent their time together creating memories and laughing endlessly. Jisung would sneak Y/n to his dorm room when the other members were out, and they would spend hours talking, sharing dreams, and just being together. Despite the demanding schedules of his career, he always made time for her, even if it was just a quick phone call before bed.

Y/n was Jisung's refuge, a place where he could be himself without the pressure of being an idol. They laughed over silly jokes, cuddled during late-night movie marathons, and found joy in the simplest things, like cooking a meal together or going for a walk in the park.

Jisung's bandmates, although teasing and jokingly jealous of the time he spent with Y/n, were genuinely happy to see their usually sassy and carefree member find such happiness. They often jokingly called her “the only one who could tame Han Jisung.”

It was late at night, and Jisung and Y/n were sitting together in his dorm room, the soft light from a lamp providing a cozy ambiance. Jisung was sprawled on the bed, a pillow propped behind his head, while Y/n sat beside him, her legs draped over his. Jisung had one hand resting on her ankle, his thumb tracing idle patterns on her skin.

The world outside was quiet, the city's buzz reduced to a faint hum in the background. Jisung broke the silence with a soft sigh, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "You know," he began, his voice low and pensive, "Sometimes, I wonder what I did to deserve you."

"What do you mean," Y/n asks

Jisung rolled onto his side, a warm smile tugging at his lips as he looked at her. "You're perfect, you know that?" he said, his eyes roaming over her face. "You put up with my nonsense, you understand me when I'm being a brat, and you love me despite everything. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm worthy of you."

"Of course, you're worthy of me. If anything I should be asking you this." Y/n tells Han

Jisung's smile widened at her words. "Nah, you're selling yourself short," he said, reaching out to gently tug a strand of her hair. "You're the one who makes me want to be a better version of myself, who makes me feel like I can be vulnerable around you. That's priceless."

Y/n shifted closer to him, her thigh now pressed against his. "And you think you don't do the same for me?" she countered, a playful smile on her lips. "You make me laugh, you make me feel special, and you're the sweetest, most caring partner anyone could ask for."

Jisung chuckled, enjoying their playful banter. "Well, we make each other better, then," he conceded, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "But I'm still going to argue that you're the better half of this relationship."

"And I will happily accept that claim."

Jisung smiled, his eyes gleaming in the soft light. "Good," he said, his hand gently stroking her side. "But don't ever forget that you're the one with the power here. You've tamed the brat known as Han Jisung. That's an achievement in itself."

Y/n chuckled. "I've only 'tamed' you because I know I'm the only one you'll listen to," she teased, poking his chest playfully. "You're just putting on a show for the others most of the time."

Jisung feigned offense, putting a hand over his heart. "How dare you," he gasped, pretending to be hurt. "I'll have you know, I'm genuinely a menace. You've just managed to see through my tough exterior and find the softie beneath."

Y/n laughed, fully aware of his playful nature. "Oh, you're such a menace, alright," she agreed, resting her head on his chest. "Scared of horror movies, can't cook to save your life, and cries like a baby when we watch sad movies."

Jisung pretended to pout, his arm wrapping around her tighter. "Hey, those are my vulnerabilities. You're supposed to keep those secrets," he protested, but there was no hiding the smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And for the record, I happen to be a fantastic cook. I just happen to specialize in instant ramyeon."

Y/n's laughter filled the room. "Right, how could I forget your specialty?" she teased, resting her hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "And what about horror movies? You're still the one who hides your face in my shoulder whenever we watch one."

Jisung rolled his eyes, pretending to look indignant but failing miserably as the corners of his mouth curled up. "Hey, it's not hiding, it's called strategic avoidance," he quipped. "I'm not scared, I'm just… tactically avoiding jump scares because I know my heart couldn't handle them."

Y/n chuckled, feeling the playful banter between them lighten the mood even more. "Okay, Mr. Tactical Avoider," she said, her tone light and affectionate. "I won't expose your secret anymore."

Jisung sighed dramatically, pulling her even closer. "Good," he said, a goofy grin on his face. "And besides, I have a feeling you wouldn't want me any other way. You secretly find my jumpy nature endearing, admit it."

Y/n feigned nonchalance, her expression mock and serious. "Oh, absolutely," she teased. "Your fear of horror movies and inability to cook is definitely among my top criteria in a boyfriend."

Jisung laughed. "Hey now, don't ruin the moment," he joked, pretending to sound offended. "We both know you adore all my quirks, even the ones you pretend annoy you."

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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."

Dancing Hearts Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

When Changbin misses you