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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: 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."

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓷𝓸 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 '𝓨𝓸𝓾'. 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯!

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1,066

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 4 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓼 14 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Hyunjin, with his captivating stage presence and undeniable talent, had always been admired by countless fans. However, behind the applause and adoration, his heart yearned for something more intimate, something that went beyond fame and adulation. Little did he know that destiny would bring a ray of happiness into his life in the form of you.

Throughout his busy days filled with practice and performances, Hyunjin would sometimes steal moments to gaze at you from afar. The way you smiled, your infectious laugh, and the sparkle in her eyes when you looked at him. It was like a hidden melody that his heart resonated with but was forbidden to express openly.

One day, after a grueling practice session, Hyunjin found himself alone in the dance studio, still lost in the rhythm of the music and the movements of his body. The quiet and the solitude were interrupted by the soft sound of the door opening, and in walked you, the woman who had slowly become his muse, his secret melody.

"Oh! Sorry… I wasn't aware someone was still practicing in here" You say nervously.

Startled, Hyunjin paused in mid-step, his heart skipping a beat as he saw you standing there. A slight flush creeping up his cheeks, he chuckled softly and rubbed the back of his neck. "No, it's okay. I was finishing up my practice session," he replied, trying to mask the way his heart fluttered at your appearance.

Y/n nods and smiles. "Where's the others? Shouldn't you be practicing with them?" You ask curiously.

Hyunjin chuckled again, leaning against the wall and catching his breath. "The others are probably back at the dorm resting or causing chaos somewhere else," he replied with a playful smirk. "But sometimes, I like to stay back and practice on my own. Find some peace and quiet, you know?"

"I understand that… What dance are you practicing?" You ask wanting to know more about what he’s doing.

Hyunjin glanced down at the floor, then back up at you. He couldn't help but feel a hint of embarrassment at the question. "It's nothing special, just some new moves for our upcoming performance," he replied modestly.

You move to put your bag down on the floor "What's the song?"

Hyunjin's gaze shifted to the sound system, where the music was still quietly playing. "It's the title track from our latest album," he said hesitantly. "But I'm not sure I'm doing it justice yet."

"Let me see the dance. Maybe a fresh set of eyes can help you perfect the dance?" You tell him

Hyunjin hesitated for a moment, still feeling a pang of self-consciousness. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his confidence. "Alright, I suppose a fresh perspective can help," he agreed finally. He stepped back into position, facing you and the mirror, and began the choreography.

You sit on the ground back facing the mirror watching Hyunjin.

As Hyunjin danced, his movements graceful and fluid, he couldn't help but steal glances at you. He watched her reflection in the mirror, your eyes studying his every move. your focused gaze made his heart skip a beat, and he fumbled momentarily. But he quickly regained his composure and continued dancing.

Once he had completed the entire routine, Hyunjin stood before you, awaiting your evaluation. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and a thin layer of perspiration glistened on his forehead. He looked at you expectantly, curious about your thoughts.

"I think you did great. I also think that you're being hard on yourself because you're tired and the more tired you get the more you mess up." You tell him honestly.

Hyunjin's shoulders sagged slightly at your observation. He knew you were right, but he still wanted to be perfect. "Maybe you're right," he said quietly. "It's just hard to not be hard on myself when our fans have such high expectations of us as idols. I don't want to disappoint them."

"I'm sure your fans would like you to be healthy and overexerting yourself isn't healthy"

Hyunjin smiled faintly, realizing the wisdom in your words. "You're right again," he admitted. "Sometimes I get so caught up in trying to be perfect that I forget about the importance of taking care of myself too."

"Go back to your dorms, get some good food, and rest."

Hyunjin felt a warmth in his chest as you spoke those words. He reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, a small, affectionate gesture he couldn't resist. "I appreciate that more than you know," he replied softly. "It's nice to have someone who truly cares."

You blush while smiling and looking down "That means a lot to me"

Hyunjin's heart swelled with affection at the sight of you blushing. He crouched down, bringing himself closer to your eye level, and gently tilted her chin up, making you look at him. Your faces were mere inches apart, and the air between them seemed to crackle with electric tension. "You mean a lot to me," he whispered, his voice low and filled with sincerity.

You blush even more as you chuckle nervously.

With your blush growing more pronounced, Hyunjin couldn't help but find you even cuter. His gaze softened, and he chuckled along with you, your proximity adding a layer of intimacy to the moment. "You're adorable when you're flustered," he murmured, his fingers lightly tracing along your jawline.

"You-" you pause and clear your throat "You should go and rest," You tell Hyunjin.

Hyunjin chuckled softly, reluctantly pulling his hand away from your face. "You're right, as always," he conceded. He stood up, giving you one last warm smile. "I'll go rest and make sure I don't work myself too hard. Thanks for looking out for me.”

"Yeah, It’s no problem" You reply

Hyunjin lingered for a moment, as if reluctant to leave your presence. Eventually, he gathered his things and turned to leave, throwing one last glance over his shoulder. "Take care, alright?"

"Yeah, I will. And you do the same." You smile back

As Hyunjin left the studio, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and yearning. The lingering touch of your blush, the sound of your nervous laugh, and the way you cared for him-it all swirled in his mind, leaving him both uplifted and aching to see you again.

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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."

Hyunjin wants a kiss

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𝒞𝓌: 𝓕𝑒𝓂! 𝓡𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉, 𝒞𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓈𝓎 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉, 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒, 𝒫𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉

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𝓔𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒: 𝟨 𝓂𝒾𝓃 𝟦𝟫 𝓈𝑒𝒸

✧˚˖𓍢ִ໋🎧🤎☕˚˖𓍢ִ໋✧☁️˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚☁️✧˚˖𓍢ִ໋☕🤎🎧˚˖𓍢ִ໋✧

Seonghwa entered the coffee shop, scanning the room for Y/n's familiar face. When he spotted her, a warm smile spread across his face as he made his way over to her.  

She looked up and smiled, her face lighting up the room. "Hey," she said, patting the seat next to her.  

Seonghwa slid into the seat and leaned in to give her a quick kiss. "Miss me?" he teased.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "You know I always do," she replied.  

They sat together, talking and laughing, enjoying each other's company. Seonghwa couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and peace when he was with her. They ordered their drinks and continued to chat about their day, Seonghwa sharing stories about ATEEZ's latest adventures.  

"How's the comeback coming along?" Y/n asked, genuinely interested.

"It's going great," Seonghwa said with a smile. "We've been working hard in the studio, putting everything into making this comeback our best one yet."  

He went on to tell her about the songs they'd been working on, the choreography they'd been practicing, and the excitement and anticipation he was feeling for the release. Y/n listened intently, asking questions and offering her support and encouragement.

As they sipped their coffee, Seonghwa couldn't help but notice a strand of hair that had fallen into Y/n's face. He reached out and tucked it behind her ear, letting his hand linger on her cheek for a moment.  

Y/n blushed, her heart fluttering at his gentle touch. "You're so sweet," she murmured, smiling up at him.

Seonghwa chuckled and pulled his hand away, not wanting to embarrass her any further. "It's not fair," he said with a mock pout. "You always make me lose my train of thought when you smile at me like that."

Y/n laughed and poked him in the arm. "You're just a big softie," she teased.  

Seonghwa feigned a hurt look. "Hey, I can be tough too," he protested.

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Uh huh, I've seen you when you see a puppy. You turn into a pile of mush instantly."

Seonghwa couldn't deny it. "Fine, you got me there," he admitted, grinning. "But I can't help it if puppies are just too damn cute."

Y/n shook her head, still smiling. "You're hopeless," she said affectionately. "But I love you for it."

Seonghwa felt his heart skip a beat at her words. He loved how comfortable they were with each other, how they could be silly one moment and heartfelt the next. "I love you too," he said quietly, taking her hand in his.

Y/n squeezed his hand, her heart swelling with happiness. They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other's presence.  

Finally, Seonghwa glanced at his watch. "I wish I could stay here with you all day," he said wistfully. "But I have to head back to the studio soon."

Y/n nodded, disappointment flitting across her face. "I know," she said. "But I'll see you tonight, right?"

"You bet," Seonghwa said firmly. "I wouldn't miss our time together for the world."  

He stood up and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "I'll call you later, okay?"

"Okay," Y/n said, reluctantly letting go of his hand. "Have a good practice."  

Seonghwa gave her one last smile before walking out of the coffee shop, already missing her presence.

As he made his way back to the studio, Seonghwa couldn't help but look forward to the end of the day, when he could see Y/n again. He knew that their lives were busy and chaotic, but as long as he had her, everything else faded into the background.

That night, Seonghwa arrived at Y/n's house, exhausted from a long day of rehearsals but still in a good mood. Y/n greeted him with a warm smile and a hug, and he felt all his stress melt away in her arms.  

They spent the evening curled up on the couch, watching a movie and sharing a bottle of wine. As the night progressed, they found themselves growing more and more comfortable in each other's presence, their hands wandering and their touches becoming more intimate.

"I've missed you," Seonghwa murmured, his lips brushing against Y/n's neck.  

She sighed, arching her neck to give him better access. "I've missed you too," she breathed, her hands roaming up his back under his shirt.

Seonghwa let out a low groan, the feel of her hands on his skin driving him wild. He shifted, pulling her onto his lap so she was straddling him. His hands moved down to her hips, holding her firmly in place as he pressed kisses along her collarbone.

Y/n gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, an aching desire building with every touch of his lips. She shifted against him, seeking friction, and Seonghwa let out another low growl.

"Gahddamn, you're driving me crazy," he muttered, pulling her closer. His hands moved to the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it up. "I need to feel you skin-to-skin."

Y/n helped him pull off her shirt, shivering as he immediately began to press kisses along her bare skin. His hands explored the curves of her body, familiar territory that he never tired of exploring. She arched into his touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as his mouth moved down her stomach.

Seonghwa pushed her backward until she was lying on the sofa, his body covering hers. He captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth as his hands continued to roam. "I want you so badly," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

"I want you too," Y/n gasped, her body arching against his. She ran her hands down his back, feeling his muscles tense and relax under her touch. "Please, Seonghwa…"

Seonghwa didn't need any further encouragement. He quickly pushed her pants down her hips, his own clothes following soon after. He positioned himself between her legs, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her naked body. "You're so beautiful," he breathed, his voice ragged with desire.

Y/n felt a thrill of anticipation run through her at the raw need in his voice. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer. "Don't make me wait any longer," she pleaded, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Seonghwa didn't need to be begged. He captured her lips again in another passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as he slowly began to press into her. He groaned at the tight, wet heat enveloping him, his hips starting to move in a steady rhythm.

Y/n gasped, her back arching as pleasure coursed through her body. She met his movements, her hips rising to meet his with each thrust. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Seonghwa," she panted, her voice ragged. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

Seonghwa could feel himself losing control, the sensations coursing through his body overwhelming him. He gritted his teeth, his movements growing more frantic as he drove them both towards release. "I won't," he grunted, his voice hoarse. "You feel too good."

Y/n's moans grew louder, her body clenching around his as her pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. Seonghwa's hands gripped her hips, his nails digging into her skin as he pistoned in and out of her. He could feel her on the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps and she clutched at his shoulders. "I'm close," she gasped. "God, I'm so close, Seonghwa."

Seonghwa was too far gone to form coherent words. He buried his face in her neck, his hips moving desperately as he sought his own release. "Come for me," he panted, his voice ragged. "Come for me, baby, please."

Y/n's body convulsed as her climax hit her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her nails digging into his skin, and Seonghwa felt her clench around him. The sensation was too much, and he followed her over the edge, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside her.

They collapsed against each other, breaths coming in ragged gasps as they rode out the aftershocks. Seonghwa buried his face in her hair, his heart pounding against her chest. "God, you're incredible," he murmured, his voice still hoarse.

After a few minutes of catching their breath, Seonghwa gently extricated himself from Y/n's embrace, wincing slightly at the separation. He kissed her forehead tenderly. "Wait here, baby," he murmured. "I'll be right back."  

He stood up and disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm, damp cloth. He returned to the sofa where Y/n was still lying, her eyes half-lidded and her body still trembling faintly.

He sat down beside her and gently spread her legs, using the cloth to clean her tenderly. His touch was gentle and soothing, his eyes fixed on her face as he worked. "You okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

Y/n mustered a small smile, her body still feeling boneless and relaxed from their earlier activities. "I'm great," she murmured. "Just… feeling a little boneless."

Seonghwa chuckled, setting the cloth aside once he was finished cleaning her up. He climbed back onto the sofa, pulling her into his arms and settling her against his chest. "That's a good thing," he teased, his fingers stroking her hair. "Means I did my job right."

Y/n snuggled closer, burrowing her head against his chest and inhaling deeply. She loved the feeling of being held in his arms, safe and cared for. "You always do your job well," she mumbled, her words slightly slurred with exhaustion.

Seonghwa smiled at the praise, his heart swelling with affection. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his fingers still running through her hair soothingly. "Get some sleep, love," he murmured. "You need to rest."

Y/n nodded, her eyelids already drooping with fatigue. "Mmm, okay," she mumbled, already drifting off to sleep. "Love you, Hwa."

Seonghwa's smile widened at her sleepy confession. He held her close, his heart full of love and contentment. "Love you too, Y/n," he whispered, pressing another kiss to her forehead. "Sweet dreams."