When Felix Leaves You On Read Accidentally

When Felix leaves you on read accidentally

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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.

Hyunjin wants a kiss

Felix!!

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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."

Han!!

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