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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓟𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽, 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 4,092

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 16 𝓶𝓲𝓷 22 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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As Y/N returned to Bangchan's room with his favorite nightwear and set it on his bed, she couldn't help feeling a sense of worry for him. She knew that something was bothering him, and she hoped that the familiar comfort of his favorite clothes would bring him some small measure of solace.

She then headed to the kitchen area and spoke to the cook, asking them to make Bangchan's favorite dessert as a gesture of comfort. The cook nodded and got to work, understanding the significance of the request.

As Y/N waited for the dessert to be finished, she wondered how Bangchan was doing

After a while, the cook announced that the dessert was ready and Y/N carefully carried it back to Bangchan's room. As she approached the door, she took a deep breath before carefully opening it, peeking inside to see how Bangchan was doing…

As she entered the room, Y/N saw Bangchan sitting on the edge of his bed, staring off into space with a melancholy expression on his face. His shoulders were slumped, and he was holding his head in his hands. It was clear that he was still upset about the argument with his father.

Y/N carefully set the dessert down on a nearby table and approached him, speaking softly. "I brought you something," she said gently.

Bangchan looked up at her, his expression weary. He saw the dessert and managed a small smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Thanks," he said quietly, his voice lacking its usual enthusiasm.

Y/N sat down next to him on the bed, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I also put out some nightwear for you," she said quietly. "I know it's been a tough day, and I thought it might help if you had something familiar and comfortable to wear."

Bangchan nodded, his expression still weary. "Yeah, thanks," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He glanced down at the dessert on the table. "You really didn't have to go to all this trouble, you know," he mumbled, his tone a little defensive.

Y/N smiled gently. "It's no trouble at all," she reassured him. "I just wanted to make sure you had something to lift your spirits a little bit." She paused, studying his expression. "Do you want to talk about what happened with your father?" she asked carefully.

Bangchan tensed up at the mention of his father, a flicker of anger crossing his face. He shook his head slightly. "No, not really," he muttered, his tone bitter.

Y/N nodded, understanding the pain and resentment that was probably bubbling up inside him. "That's okay," she said quietly. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But I just want you to know that I'm here for you if you ever need to talk or just need some company."

Bangchan looked up at her, his expression softening slightly. "Thanks, Y/N," he said gruffly. "I appreciate it." There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, his voice low and vulnerable. "It's just… sometimes it feels like he's always disappointed in me, no matter what I do."

Y/N felt a pang of sadness as she heard the pain in Bangchan's voice. She knew that he was struggling with the weight of his father's expectations and disappointment, and it hurt her to see him so hurt and defeated. "I can only imagine how difficult that must be," she said sympathetically. "But it's important to remember that you don't need to live up to his expectations. You are your own person, with your own strengths and weaknesses. You have worth and value, no matter what he says or thinks.”

Bangchan exhaled deeply, letting her words sink in. "I know, I know," he muttered. "But it's hard to remember that sometimes, when it feels like he's always breathing down my neck, criticizing everything I do." He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated.

Y/N reached out and placed a hand on his arm, offering a gentle squeeze. "It must be really tough, having that kind of pressure on you," she said softly. "But you don't have to face it alone. You have people here who care about you, who see your worth and value."

Bangchan looked at her, his expression a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "Thanks, Y/N," he said quietly. "I'm just… so tired of feeling like I'm never good enough for him. Like I'll never be the son he wants me to be."

As Y/N sat down in the chair opposite Bangchan, she adjusted her dress, smoothing out any wrinkles. She studied his face, seeing the exhaustion and weariness etched into his features. It was clear that today's events had taken their toll on his spirit.

"I can only imagine how exhausted you must feel," she said kindly. "Not only from your lesson but also from the argument with your father. It sounds like it was a tough meeting."

Bangchan nodded, his expression weary. "It was," he muttered. "It's always the same thing with him. He's never satisfied with anything I do. No matter how hard I try, it's never good enough for him." He clenched his jaw, his frustration and disappointment evident.

Y/N reached for the dessert plate, the sweetness of the treat offering a small reprieve from the heaviness of the situation. She picked up a spoonful and offered it to Bangchan, her eyes gentle and understanding.

"Here," she said softly. "Why don't you try a bite? It might help you feel a little better, even if just for a moment."

Bangchan looked at the dessert, a flicker of longing in his eyes. He hesitantly took the spoon from Y/N and took a small bite of the treat. His expression softened slightly as he savored the sweetness on his tongue.

"It's good, right?" Y/N asked, a small smile on her face. She could see the tension in his shoulders begin to ease, even if just a little.

Bangchan nodded, his mouth still full of the dessert. He swallowed the bite and spoke, a hint of a smile on his face. "Yeah… it is," he admitted. "Thanks, Y/N."

Y/N smiled, happy to see a small spark of joy in his eyes again. "You're welcome," she said warmly. "Sometimes, it's the small things that can make a difference, like a delicious dessert or a kind gesture."

Bangchan nodded, taking another bite of the dessert. He was quiet for a moment, lost in thought. Then he spoke again, his voice low. "You know… sometimes I wish I could just run away from it all. From the pressures of being a prince, from my father's impossible expectations."

Y/N listened intently, her expression sympathetic. She could sense the weight of the burden he was carrying. "I can imagine," she said quietly. "It must be overwhelming, having all that responsibility on your shoulders, plus the constant judgment and disappointment from your father."

Bangchan exhaled deeply, dropping the spoon back into the dessert plate. "Sometimes, I just feel so suffocated," he murmured. "Like I can't breathe, can't think straight. Like I'm drowning in the expectations and demands of everyone around me."

Y/N was taken aback by Bangchan's confession, but she could sense the weight of his emotions. She reached out and placed her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You don't have to carry it all alone," she said softly. "You have people who care about you, who are here for you."

Bangchan's head shifted upwards to meet her gaze, his eyes darkened with a mix of weariness and something deeper, something that sent shivers down Y/N's spine.

He didn't pull his hand away, and Y/N felt a pang of awareness at the contact. The air between them seemed to thicken, charged with a tension that was both thrilling and a little unsettling. His grip on her hand tightened for a moment, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles.

Y/N's heart raced, the touch of his hand on hers sending a thrill through her body. She tried to keep her expression neutral, masking the way her breath caught in her throat as he held her gaze, his eyes dark and intense.

Finally, Bangchan spoke, his voice low and gritty. "Sometimes… I just want to forget about everything and just… be in the moment, you know?" He paused, his thumb still tracing small circles on Y/N's hand. "Just… feel something other than this constant pressure and disappointment."

Y/N swallowed, her throat dry. She could feel the heat of his hand on hers, the intensity in his gaze making it difficult to focus on anything but him. "What do you want to feel?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bangchan's eyes darkened even further, his voice even lower. "Anything… anything besides the stress and the weight of expectations." He paused again, and Y/N felt the air between them grow thicker, almost electric with tension. "When I'm with you… I feel something different. Something… lighter."

Y/N's breath caught in her chest as he spoke, the raw honesty in his words making her heart race. She could feel her own emotions conflicting - the loyalty and respect she had for her position as a personal assistant and the growing attraction and connection she felt towards Bangchan.

"I… I understand," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "But… we have our duties, our roles to play. It wouldn't be appropriate for us to…" She trailed off, the words sticking in her throat.

Bangchan's gaze didn't waver, his grip on her hand still firm. "Screw duty, screw roles," he muttered, his voice edged with frustration. "What about what we feel? What about what we want?"

Y/N's eyes widened at his blunt words, the raw honesty in them shaking her to the core. But there was also a flicker of desire there, a part of her that wanted to throw caution to the wind and give in to the growing attraction between them.

Her mind was screaming at her to protest, to remind him of their positions and the consequences of their actions. But her heart was overruling her head, the way his hand still held hers, the intense look in his darkened eyes, making all her sensible thoughts scatter.

"Chan…" she said quietly, her voice cracking with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. "We can't…" But even as she spoke the words, she could feel her resistance wavering, her body leaning slightly towards him.

Bangchan noticed the subtle change in her stance, the way she was drawn towards him despite her words of protest. He tightened his grip on her hand, his eyes never leaving hers. "Why not?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.

Y/N's heart was racing now, her body responding to his presence in a way she couldn't control. She tried to think of a good reason, a sensible argument against the undeniable pull between them. "Because… because we can't," she repeated weakly. "We have our responsibilities, our lives…"

But her words sounded hollow even to her own ears. Bangchan leaned closer, closing some of the distance between them, his voice dropping to a murmur. "And what if I don't care about responsibilities, or lives, or any of that bullshit?"

Bangchan closed the distance between them even more, his body now just a few inches from hers. His hand still gripped hers tightly, the heat between them growing stronger by the second. Y/N's breath came in shallow gasps, her mind struggling to hold onto any rational thought.

He leaned in closer, his mouth now hovering just above her ear. "Y/N…" he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I don't care about any of it. All I care about is this… this feeling right here."

His breath was hot on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She wanted to resist, to push him away, but her body wouldn't obey. Instead, she found herself leaning into him, her defenses crumbling with every word he spoke, every touch of his hand on hers.

He shifted even closer, his lips now brushing softly against the sensitive skin of her neck. "I want this," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I want you. Duty and responsibilities be damned."

Y/N gasped at the feel of his lips on her neck, her head tilting back automatically, offering more of her skin to his touch. Her body was responding to him in ways she couldn't control, her resistance faltering under the tide of desire that was crashing over her.

Bangchan took advantage of her exposed neck, his lips skimming lightly over her pulse point, making her shiver. "I don't care if it's wrong," he whispered, his mouth now trailing along her jawline, leaving behind a trail of fire. "I don't care about anything but you."

With a final surrendering thought, Y/N allowed herself to give in to her desires. She turned her head, her lips meeting Bangchan's in a heated kiss. It was like a dam bursting, all the pent-up tension between them finally breaking free. 

His hand snaked up to cup the back of her neck, holding her firmly in place as he returned the kiss with equal fervor. Their mouths moved together hungrily, years of suppressed emotions pouring out in the heat of the moment.

Y/N's brain was filled with only the sensations of Bangchan's body against hers, his taste, his touch. The world around them faded away, replaced only by the electricity sparking between them.

His tongue pushed into her mouth, deepening the kiss, and making it even more intense. She matched his passionate fervor, her own tongue dancing with his as they explored each other's mouths with mounting desperation.

Bangchan's hands were already tugging impatiently at the laces of her corset, his fingers fumbling in his eagerness. He broke the kiss, moving his mouth to her neck, trailing kisses down the exposed skin as he worked on the bindings of her corset.

"Need this off," he mumbled, his voice muffled against her skin. "Need to feel you."

Y/N's breath came in ragged gasps as he continued his assault on her neck, his hands working feverishly to undo the strings. The feel of his fingers on her bare skin, the heat of his mouth on her flesh, was almost overwhelming.

Finally, the last of the ties came undone, the corset loosening around her waist. He immediately took advantage, his hands roaming underneath the fabric, exploring her body with possessive need.

He pushed the corset dress off her shoulders, baring her upper body to his hungry gaze. He pulled back for a moment to look at her, his eyes dark and heated. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hand running down her flank, his touch almost reverent.

Y/N met his gaze, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath. She could see the raw desire in his eyes, the way he looked at her like he could devour her. It was both intimidating and exhilarating.

He leaned in again, pressing his mouth to her collarbone, his tongue and lips mapping a burning path down the center of her chest.

As Bangchan continued his assault on her skin, Y/N's fingers tugged at the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one by one. Her hands trembled slightly, still reeling from the onslaught of emotions and sensations flooding through her.

She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, her palms running over his bare chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. He shivered under her touch, his mouth still at her collar.

With every unbuttoned button, more of his body was revealed to her, the smooth expanse of his chest, the hard planes of his stomach, and the slight hint of muscle just underneath his skin. Her hands explored him with growing familiarity, her fingers tracing the ridges of his abs, the dip of his hipbones.

The corset dress pooled at Y/N's feet, leaving her in only her underwear. She stood there, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable under Bangchan's intense gaze.

He took in every inch of her body, his eyes roaming over her curves, lingering on the bare skin of her stomach, and the edge of her undergarments.

"God, you're perfect," he murmured, his voice ragged.

He stepped closer, his body almost pressed against hers. His fingers brushed over the curve of her waist, and the dip of her hip, as if mapping out her body in his mind.

"I've wanted this… wanted you… for so long," he admitted his mouth at her ear again. "I've dreamed about what you'd look like, feel like, taste like."

As he spoke, his hands continued to trace lazy patterns over her skin, his touch leaving trails of heat in their wake. Y/N shivered, her senses overwhelmed by the closeness of his body, the heat radiating off him, the huskiness of his voice against her ear.

They moved towards the bed, the tension between them palpable. The moment they hit the mattress, Bangchan was on top of her, his mouth on hers again in another hungry kiss.

His hands roamed over her body, his touch more aggressive now, as if he couldn't get enough of her. She met his intensity with her own, her hips arching up to meet his, a soft moan escaping her lips as their bodies connected.

Bangchan quickly removed his pants, discarding them to the side. He was bare and unabashed in his want, the evidence of his desire clearly visible.

He moved back on top of her, his body now pressed tightly against hers. The feeling of his skin on hers was addictive, her senses flooded by the heat and the need between them.

Bangchan grunted as she shifted her hips, grinding against him. His hands moved to hold her hips in place, keeping her in her spot.

"Careful," he warned, his voice thick with desire. "You keep doing that and I might lose all control."

Bangchan let out a strangled gasp, his fingers digging into her hips. He could feel himself losing control, the need for her becoming overpowering. 

"You're playing a dangerous game," he growled, his voice taut with restraint. "You won't be able to handle the fire you're stoking."

But Y/N didn't care. The fire was already consuming her, her mind filled with nothing but him, his body, his touch.

She shifted again, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer, deeper. "I don't want you to hold back," she whispered, her voice full of wanting. "I want all of you."

Bangchan let out a guttural sound, somewhere between a moan and a curse. He knew he was on the edge of restraint, the feel of her body against him, the sound of her voice in his ear, threatening to push him over the limit.

"You're going to drive me insane," he ground out, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

With a swift, practiced move, Bangchan removed his boxers, discarding them next to the bed. His hands then moved to Y/N's hips, his fingers hooking into the edge of her underwear, tugging them down her legs.

His eyes roamed over her body, now completely bare to him, his gaze intense and appreciative. "God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands running over her stomach, her hips, her thighs.

He moved back over her, his body hovering just above hers. His hands continued to roam over her skin, mapping out every dip and curve like he was trying to memorize her body with his touch.

"This is what I've wanted," he whispered, his mouth hovering just above her skin. "To feel you, skin to skin, nothing in between us."

Y/N responded with a soft gasp, her body arching up into his, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. The feeling of his skin on hers, the heat and the connection between them, was almost overwhelming. 

She looked up at him, her eyes hazy with want and pleasure, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm ready for you."

He heard her words, the raw need and desire in them, and it was all he needed. With one fluid movement, he settled between her legs, his body fitting against hers like they were two pieces of a puzzle.

The feeling of him there, so intimately connected with her, made Y/N gasp, her eyes fluttering shut. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust, his mouth hovering just above hers, their breaths mingled together. 

"You okay?" he asked, his voice rough with restrained need.

Y/N nodded, her eyes opening to meet his gaze. "Yeah," she managed, her voice coming out as a shaky whisper. "I'm good. More than good."

He smiled a hint of pride and possession in his eyes. "Good," he said, before he began to move, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed and intensity.

He held her gaze as he moved, his hands on her hips, his body setting a relentless pace, driving them both toward ecstasy.

The room filled with the sounds of their breaths and gasps, the slick slide of skin on skin, and the faint creaking of the bed. Y/N's mind was a whirl of sensation, her body responding to his every move, every touch.

Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back. He grunted, his arms wrapping around her, his mouth finding hers in another heated kiss.

He moved within her, harder, faster, his pace unyielding, overwhelming her senses. The feeling of him inside her, filling her, was almost too much, the pleasure building with each stroke pushing her closer to the edge.

Her body arched up against his, writhing and undulating to his rhythm, matching his pace with her own need. She could feel the tension coiling low in her stomach, the anticipation of release building with every moment.

"I'm close," he groaned, his voice strained, his body trembling with the effort to hold on. "I can't… I can't last much longer."

Y/N's breath was coming in short pants now, her body on the brink, clinging to him tightly, desperately.

"Let go," she whispered, her voice barely more than a gasp. "I want to feel you."

Her words, her voice, the sound of her breathing, it was enough to send him over the edge. He buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering as he climaxed, his movements becoming erratic as he rode the waves of pleasure.

Y/N followed moments later, his release pushing her over the edge into ecstasy. She cried out, her body shaking, and trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm.

They lay there for a moment, panting and spent, still tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and still trembling with aftershocks.

He shifted, rolling off of her but still keeping her close, pulling her into his arms. They lay there in silence, the only sound of the ragged breathing and the soft rustling of sheets as they tried to slow their racing heartbeats.

Bangchan held Y/N in his arms, his hands gentle and soothing as he started the aftercare process. He stroked her hair, whispering soft praises and reassurances in her ear.

"You were incredible," he said, his voice low and warm. "You're so beautiful, so perfect."

He gently pulled the covers over them, making sure she was comfortable, his touch tender and caring.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes tracing her face, searching for any sign of discomfort or distress. "Are you okay?"

Y/N smiled weakly, her body still recovering from their intensity. "I'm okay," she reassured him, her voice a little shaky. "Just… a little overwhelmed."

Bangchan nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Just rest," he said, pulling her closer. "I've got you. You can sleep."

He continued to softly caress her hair and her back, his touch soothing and comfortable. "I'm here," he whispered, his voice a soft, low rumble. "I'm not going anywhere."

Y/N burrowed into his chest, feeling safe and protected in his arms. She let her eyes close, her body gradually relaxing as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

As Y/N drifts off to sleep in Bangchan’s arms, he holds her close, whispering sweet nothings into her ear until her breathing becomes steady and even. 

He lies there for a while, watching her sleep, his mind replaying the events of the night, a mixture of emotions playing across his face.

Finally, he closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep with her tucked safely against him, the sound of her soft breathing the only sound in the room.

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˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆𓍢ָ໋🎂 ༘⋆°🌷

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓯𝓮𝓶!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓼𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴, 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭, 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2487

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 9 𝓶𝓲𝓷 46 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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The day dawned bright and sunny, a perfect backdrop for Changbin's 25th birthday celebrations. Y/n had carefully planned a special surprise for her boyfriend, eager to make this milestone birthday unforgettable. She had decided to keep it a secret, wanting the look of shock and excitement on Changbin's face when he discovered her preparations.

As Changbin woke up, blinking tired eyes at the early morning light streaming through the window, he felt a sense of anticipation in the air. It was his birthday today, and he couldn't help but wonder what Y/n had planned for the day. He knew she had been acting strangely secretive the past few days, which only fueled his curiosity.

After a quick shower and breakfast, Changbin ventured out into the living room, where Y/n was sitting on the couch, pretending to read a book. He could tell she was trying to act nonchalant, but he could also sense the barely concealed excitement in her demeanor.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Y/n greeted him with a smile, closing her book and putting it aside. "Happy birthday, babe. Did you sleep well?"

Changbin couldn't help but grin at the sight of her. "I slept fine," he replied, plopping beside her on the couch. "But I have a feeling you didn't do much sleeping last night." He raised an eyebrow, smirking at her attempt to keep a straight face.

Y/n feigned innocence, placing a hand on her chest. "Me? Up all night planning your birthday celebrations? perish the thought," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Changbin chuckled, reaching out to pull her closer to him. "You're a terrible actress," he teased, wrapping his arms around her. "I can tell you've been up to something. You're practically vibrating with excitement."

Y/n giggled, resting her head on his chest. "Fine, you got me," she admitted, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "I do have something special planned for you today. But you'll have to wait and see what it is."

Changbin groaned dramatically, pretending to pout. "You're going to make me wait all day?" he asked, his tone laced with mock disappointment. "How am I supposed to survive the suspense?"

"Well first, you have to head over to the company for your birthday party from them. Then you'll get the suprise from me" Y/n tells Changbin.

Changbin grumbled good-naturedly, reluctantly extracting himself from the comfort of her warm embrace. "Alright, alright," he said, standing up from the couch. "But you better make whatever you have planned worth the wait, woman."

Y/n rolls her eyes "Yeah, yeah… Now go be Hyunjin's wife for a while"

Changbin shot her a mock glare, but there was no real heat behind it. "You're lucky I love you," he said, grabbing his phone and keys from the coffee table. "Otherwise I'd make you regret that comment."

"You love me because I'm hilarious," Y/n retorted, sticking her tongue out at him. "And don't pretend you don't enjoy being Hyunjin's favorite."

Changbin huffed in exaggerated annoyance, but he couldn't keep the small smile from his face. "I do enjoy being his favorite," he admitted. "But don't tell him I said that. His ego is already inflated enough as it is."

Y/n laughed, pushing him towards the door. "Your secret is safe with me," she said, giving him a playful shove. "Now go, before you're late for your own birthday party."

"Alright, I'm going, I'm going," Changbin said, rolling his eyes dramatically. "I'll see you later, babe. Try not to miss me too much while I'm gone."

Y/n blew him a kiss, a cheeky grin on her face. "I'll try my best, but no promises," she teased. "Now go have fun at your party, and behave yourself."

"When do I ever misbehave?" Changbin asked, feigning innocence. "I'll be the perfect gentleman, I swear."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, skepticism written all over her face. "I'll believe that when I see it," she said, crossing her arms. "But seriously, have a good time and tell the others I said hi."

"I will," Changbin promised, opening the door to head out. "And I expect some incredible surprise from you later."

"You won't be disappointed," Y/n assured him, leaning against the doorframe. "Now go, before you actually are late. I love you."

Changbin smiled, leaning forward to plant a quick kiss on her forehead. "I love you too," he said, before heading out the door.

A few hours later, Changbin returned home, a content smile on his face. The members had thrown him a wonderful surprise birthday party, complete with cake, silly games, and plenty of laughs. But now, his mind was focused on the much-anticipated surprise Y/n had been talking about.

As he entered the apartment, he called out, "Babe, I'm home." The place was silent, except for the faint music coming from their bedroom. Curious, he made his way to the bedroom, his heart racing a little with anticipation.

As he pushed open the door, his breath caught in his throat. The room was lit with dozens of candles, their flickering light casting a warm and romantic ambiance. In the center of the room, a large gift box was placed, tied with a silky red ribbon.

Changbin stepped further into the room, his eyes fixed on the gift box. It was large and flat, and he could feel the excitement begin to thrum in his veins. Then, he heard the door close behind him, and he turned to find Y/n leaning against it, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Happy birthday," she said, her voice soft and sultry. "You like your surprise?"

Changbin's gaze flicked from the gift box to Y/n and back again, a mix of surprise and anticipation etched on his face. "I…" he began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words. "This is… wow. It's incredible."

Y/n sauntered towards him, her hips swaying in a hypnotizing manner. "I'm glad you like it," she said, stopping in front of him. Her eyes glinted playfully. "Now, are you ready for your present?"

Y/n's smile widened as she saw the effect she was having on him. She walked past him towards the gift box, her fingers trailing lightly over the silken ribbon. "Patience, Binnie," she teased, looking back at him over her shoulder. "All good things come to those who wait, remember?"

Changbin groaned, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "You're killing me, you know that?" he said, watching her every movement with rapt attention.

Y/n giggled, enjoying the effect she was having on him. She picked up a pair of scissors that had been sitting on the dresser and cut through the ribbon, letting it fall to the floor. Then, she lifted the lid of the gift box, revealing the contents inside.

Changbin took a step forward, his curiosity piqued. But before he could see what was inside, Y/n stepped in front of the box, blocking his view. "Ah ah ah, you can't see yet," she chided, holding up a hand. "Close your eyes."

Changbin huffed, but obeyed, closing his eyes obediently. He felt Y/n's presence in front of him as she approached, her breath warm against his skin.

Y/n reached out and took his hands, guiding him forward. "Now, keep your eyes shut, and don't open them until I say so, okay?" she instructed, leading him towards the bed.

Changbin nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. He could feel the soft sheets beneath his legs as he sat down on the bed, his hands clutching Y/n's. "I won't peek, I promise," he said, his voice a little shaky with anticipation.

Y/n chuckled, amused by his eagerness. "Good boy," she murmured, letting go of his hands. "Now stay right here and let me work my magic, okay?"

Changbin gulped, feeling a little vulnerable. But he trusted Y/n, so he dutifully kept his eyes closed. "Okay, I'm all yours," he said, leaning back on the bed.

Y/n began to work her magic, starting with a gentle face wash to cleanse Changbin's skin. She massaged the cleanser in small circular motions, taking her time to get to every area. As she worked, she hummed a soft tune, the sound adding to the relaxing atmosphere.

Once his face was washed, Y/n moved on to a toner, to help balance the pH of his skin and prep it for the next steps. She poured some onto a cotton pad and gently patted it over his face, making sure to cover every inch.

Next, Y/n reached for an essence, a lightweight and nourishing serum that would hydrate and soothe his skin. She poured a few drops onto her fingertips, and then gently applied it to his face, massaging it in with gentle, sweeping motions.

Finally, she finished off with a moisturizer, choosing one that was suitable for his skin type. She took her time spreading it over his face, massaging it into his skin, and making sure he was left with a smooth, glowing complexion.

"There," she said, satisfied with her work. "All done. You can open your eyes now, babe."

Changbin slowly opened his eyes, feeling his face with his hands. His skin felt smooth and soft to the touch. "Wow," he breathed out, his eyes meeting hers. "This feels amazing. You're so good at this."

Y/n smiled widely, pleased with his reaction. "I'm glad you like it," she said, walking around behind him. "But we're not done yet."

Changbin's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "We're not?" he asked, turning his head to look at her. "What more is there?"

"Well, we need to take care of the rest of your body too, remember?" Y/n teased, running her fingers through his hair. "Can't just focus on your face, babe."

Changbin felt his heart skip a beat at her words. The idea of having her touch him all over was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking at the same time. He swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling dry. "Right, of course," he said, trying to sound casual.

Y/n chuckled, seeing right through his attempt at nonchalance. "Don't worry," she reassured, her hands sliding down to his shoulders. "I'll take good care of you. Just relax and let me work my magic."

Changbin took a deep breath, trying to get himself to relax. He let his body sink into the bed, feeling the tension in his muscles begin to slowly melt away. "Alright," he said, closing his eyes again. "Do your thing, babe."

Y/n started with his neck, massaging the tight muscles there. She used gentle but firm pressure, working out any knots or tension. Then, she moved down to his shoulders, using her thumbs to knead the muscles there as well.

As her hands worked their magic, Changbin found himself sighing in pleasure. Her touch was both soothing and igniting an aching desire within him. "God, that feels good," he said, his voice hoarse again.

Y/n smiled at his reaction. "I'm glad you're enjoying it," she replied, her hands trailing down his back. "Now, let's take off your shirt, shall we? I need access to your muscles."

Changbin shivered at her words, the thought of her touching his bare skin sending a thrill through him. He sat up and obliged, pulling off his shirt in one swift motion.

Y/n stepped back for a moment to take in the sight of his bare back. Her eyes traveled over the muscles that rippled beneath his skin, and her fingers itched to touch them. "God, you're gorgeous," she murmured, stepping closer again.

Changbin felt heat rise to his cheeks at her words, the compliment making his heart flutter. But he barely had time to respond before her hands were on him again, trailing across his back in slow, deliberate movements. Her touch was firm but gentle, and it sent shivers of pleasure up his spine.

Y/n continued her ministrations, taking her time to work on every muscle group. She paid special attention to the knots and tension spots, kneading them until she felt them loosen. As she worked, her hands drifted lower, down to the small of his back and over his hips.

Changbin gasped as her hands moved lower, the sensation of her touch on his bare skin setting his nerve endings on fire. He could feel his body responding to her touch, and he struggled to keep his breathing steady. "God, Y/n," he groaned, his voice strained.

Y/n was enjoying the little sounds he was making, and the way his body reacted to her touch. But she wasn't done yet. "Turn over for me, babe," she said, her voice soft yet commanding.

Changbin obeyed without a second thought, flipping over onto his back. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "What now?" he asked, his voice rough with need.

Y/n straddled his hips, settling herself on top of him. Her eyes roamed over his chest, taking in the sight of his muscles. Then, she leaned down, her lips grazing his earlobe. "Now, I work on your front," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

Changbin shivered at her words, his hands instinctively moving to her thighs. The feel of her legs straddling him sent a jolt of desire straight through him, and he struggled to keep himself under control. "You're killing me, you know that?" he managed to say, his voice a low growl.

Y/n just smirked at his words, knowing full well the effect she was having on him. She ran her fingers lightly over his chest, tracing the hard muscles there. Then, she began to work her magic, massaging and stroking his chest and stomach with practiced ease.

Every touch of her hands sent sparks shooting through his body, leaving a trail of heat wherever she touched. Her touch was both soothing and maddening, and he found himself arching into her touch, wanting more. "God, you're so good at this," he gasped out, his eyes fluttering shut.

Y/n chuckled, enjoying the power she had over him at this moment. "I know," she said, her hands drifting lower, to his abs. "I know all the right buttons to press to make you lose control, Binnie. And I intend to press every single one."

The rest of the night was spent with Y/n continuing to pamper and tease Changbin, drawing out more gasps and groans of pleasure from him. She knew exactly how to wind him up and then bring him back down again, leaving him on the edge of ecstasy. Eventually, they both lay sated and satisfied, with Y/n curled up against Changbin's chest.

"Best birthday ever," Changbin murmured, his eyes closed and a contented smile on his face.

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𝘜𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 - 𝘠/𝘯: "𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦." 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯: "…𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸."

𝓒𝔀: 𝓑𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓯𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1817

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 7 𝓶𝓲𝓷 6 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Bangchan walked through the park alongside Y/n, their shoulders brushing as they strolled. The sun was setting, and the sky was painted with hues of orange and pink.

Bangchan turned to look at Y/n, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You know, you look beautiful in this light," he said, his voice low and smooth.

Y/n blushed, ducking her head. "Thanks," she said, feeling a flicker of something unfamiliar in her chest.

As they continued to walk, Bangchan couldn't help but notice how Y/n's hair shone in the setting sun and how her laughter seemed to fill the air with a melody. He had always found her attractive, and over the years, his feelings for her had grown into something more than friendship.

Y/n was feeling equally conflicted. She had always known Bangchan as a close friend, someone she could trust and rely on. But lately, his words and actions towards her had been different - more romantic, almost. She found herself blushing more frequently at his compliments and seeking his company more often.

As they reached a bench, Bangchan gestured for Y/n to sit down. He sat down next to her, their legs touching slightly.

"I have to tell you something," he said, his voice suddenly serious.

Y/n looked at him, surprised. "What is it?" she asked, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest.

Bangchan took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I...I don't know how to say this, but...I've been feeling something for you," he said, his eyes fixed on her face.

“This sounds like you’re flirting with me.” Y/n says as she looks over to Bangchan. “...I’ve been trying to do that for three years now.” Bangchan says back.

Y/n blinked, her mind scrambling to process his words. "You...you've been flirting with me for three years?" she repeated, disbelief mixing with budding hope.

Bangchan nodded, a sheepish smile on his face. "Yeah. I've been trying to drop hints and show you how I feel, but I guess I'm not very good at it," he said, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at his confession. "Wow, I had no idea. No one's ever tried to flirt with me so subtly before," she said, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that her best friend had been secretly flirting with her for years.

Bangchan chuckled, relieved that she was taking it well. "Yeah, I didn't want to scare you or make things weird," he explained. "But I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. I needed to tell you how I feel."

Y/n was silent for a moment as she processed everything. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. On one hand, she wanted to be happy that someone as wonderful as Bangchan had been silently pining after her for years. On the other hand, she felt a nagging worry that things might change between them now that their feelings were out in the open.

Bangchan seemed to sense her hesitation. "Y/n, you don't have to say anything right now," he said, reaching out to take her hand. "I just needed to get it off my chest. And if you don't feel the same, that's okay. I'm happy to just be your friend."

Y/n's heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. The touch of his hand on hers sent a flutter of emotions through her body. She looked at him, seeing the mixture of hope and uncertainty in his eyes.

"It's not that I don't feel something," Y/n spoke carefully, her words measured. "It's just...I never thought you saw me that way. You're one of my closest friends, and I don't want to ruin what we have."

Bangchan nodded, understanding her concerns. "I know, I feel the same way," he said, his thumb stroking her skin. "But I also know that I couldn't go on pretending to just be your friend when I feel so much more. I had to take the risk."

Y/n looked down at their hands, intertwined on the bench. She took a moment to really consider her feelings. Her heart was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, but one thing was clear: she cared deeply for Bangchan. She cared for him more than just a friend.

Y/n speaks up, "I... I like you too." Y/n confesses.

Bangchan's eyes widened at her words, a mix of surprise and joy on his face. He had hoped for this, but hearing her say it sent a wave of happiness coursing through him.

"Really?" he asked, his voice soft. "You're not just saying that because I just confessed?"

Y/n shook her head, a smile growing on her lips. "No, I'm not," she said, her voice steady. "I've been feeling something for you for a while now, but I was just as confused and scared as you to say anything."

Bangchan's heart felt like it was soaring. He couldn't believe that this was happening, that his secret feelings were reciprocated. He squeezed her hand slightly, his thumb tracing patterns on her skin. "I'm glad you feel the same. For a while, I was worried I was going crazy, feeling these things for my best friend," he admitted with a chuckle.

Y/n laughed softly, "I know what you mean. I felt so silly getting all flustered whenever you were around. And I could never figure out if you were actually flirting with me or just being friendly."

Bangchan grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, most of those were definitely intentional attempts at flirting," he said, chuckling. "I was testing the waters, trying to see if you'd pick up on it."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. "You sneaky devil," she teased. "You had me all puzzled, trying to figure out your strange behavior."

Bangchan chuckled again, his shoulders shaking. "Well, it looks like my cunning plan worked," he said, his tone lighthearted. "After three years of subtle flirting, I finally got you to admit you like me back."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "You're insufferable, you know that?" she said, though her words were without malice. She found his self-satisfaction endearing. "But yeah, your plan worked. Congrats, Chan."

Bangchan wiggled his eyebrows at her. "I should get some credit for my persistence," he said, a playful smirk on his lips. "Three years of flirting is a lot time invested, you know."

"What would you like then? Me being your girlfriend?" Y/n jokes to Chan.

Bangchan pretended to think for a moment, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm...I suppose that would be a suitable reward for my years of effort," he said dramatically, leaning back against the bench. "You being my girlfriend - yes, I think that will do nicely."

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at his overacted response. But the thought of being his girlfriend made her heart flutter. "Well, in that case, I guess I have no choice but to officially agree to be your girlfriend," she said, jokingly feigning reluctance.

Bangchan smiled widely, unable to contain his joy. "I'm glad you've decided to give in to my charms," he teased, pulling her closer to him on the bench.

As the night continued, the two of them talked and laughed like old times, but the undercurrent of their new romantic feelings added a thrilling element to their banter. When the sky grew dark, Bangchan walked Y/n home, holding her hand the entire way.

As they reached her doorstep, they paused, both reluctant for the night to end.

"This was a great night," Bangchan said, still holding her hand.

"It really was," Y/n agreed, leaning against her door. She looked at him, feeling a mix of emotions - excitement, nervousness, and a deep affection. "So, officially I'm your girlfriend now, right?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips.

Bangchan grinned, stepping closer to her. "Officially my girlfriend," he affirmed, his voice softer now. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch gentle.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at his tender gesture. She felt a wave of warmth spread through her. "Well, I guess I should get inside," she said reluctantly.

Bangchan nodded, equally reluctant to end the night. "Yeah, I should head back too," he said, but he didn't move away. He was standing mere inches from her, the closeness making her breath hitch.

They stood there for a moment, neither wanting to break the spell. Y/n's eyes kept drifting to his lips, wondering what they'd feel like against hers. Bangchan's gaze was fixed on her face, his eyes dark with an unmistakeable desire.

Finally, Bangchan spoke, his voice low and hoarse. "Can I..." he began, then he cleared his throat and started again, "Can I kiss you goodnight?"

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest at his words. She had been waiting for him to ask, her own longing mirrored in his eyes. "Yes," she breathed, her voice almost a whisper.

Bangchan didn't need any more encouragement. He stepped closer, closing the small gap between them. One hand came up to cup her face, his other arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her against him. His eyes met hers for a brief moment before he leaned down, his lips gently pressing against hers.

The kiss was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through Y/n's body. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into him, one hand coming up to clutch his shirt. The feeling of being against him, his strong arms holding her close, was intoxicating. The kiss deepened, both of them losing themselves in the sensation.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and a little dizzy, Bangchan rested his forehead against hers. "God, I've wanted to do that for so long," he murmured, his fingers tracing feather-light patterns along her cheek.

Y/n nodded, her eyes still closed as she tried to catch her breath. "Me too," she agreed. "I can't believe it took us this long." They stood there, still in each other's arms, trying to calm their racing hearts.

Finally, Bangchan reluctantly withdrew, his hands lingering on her waist. "I should really go," he said, though his tone was anything but decisive.

Y/n nodded, equally reluctant to let him go. "Yeah, it's getting late," she agreed.

They exchanged a lingering look, silently saying goodbye for the night. Finally, Bangchan took a step back, breaking the connection. "Goodnight, y/n," he said, his voice carrying a hint of regret.

“Goodnight, lover boy” Y/n jokes as she turned to head inside. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, and text me when you get home, please.”

HII I WANTED TO REQUEST A HYUNJIN BF IMAGINE WHERE THE READER IS A FEMALE 9TH MEMBER OF SKZ AND THEIR FILMING THE SKZLOG THEY DID IN MILAN FOR STAYWEEK

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓑𝓯! 𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 9𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1401

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 5 𝓶𝓲𝓷 29 𝓼𝓮𝓬

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘭𝘰𝘨. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰... 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺!

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Hyunjin and Y/n were strolling down a picturesque street in Milan, Italy, their arms linked together as they walked. They were in the city to film their upcoming Stay week, and they had decided to take an evening walk after their hectic schedules.

Hyunjin glanced over at Y/n as they walked, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You look really beautiful tonight," he said, his voice soft and affectionate.

Y/n blushed at his compliment, a shy smile appearing on her face. "Thanks. You look pretty good yourself," she replied jokingly, reaching up to fix his hair. They continued walking, chatting about their day and taking in the sights of the foreign city.

"So, you want to become a dog in your next life?" Y/n jokes about what Hyunjin said at dinner with the group earlier.

Hyunjin chuckled, his hand tightening around hers. "Hey, being a dog wouldn't be bad," he said, playing along with the joke. "I could spend all day being pampered and getting belly rubs."

"Changbin wouldn't share his food with you, as we learned"

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. "Yeah, Changbin's a jerk," he said, but his tone was playful. "I'd find a better owner, one who'd give me as much food as I wanted."

Y/n laughed at the image of Hyunjin as a pampered dog. "Right, because you definitely don't eat enough already," she teased. "You'd be the biggest dog ever if you could eat as much as you wanted."

Hyunjin feigned offense, bringing his free hand to his chest. "Hey, I work out a lot, I need the food to maintain my muscles, you know." He flexed his free arm, showing off his bicep.

Y/n couldn't help but admire the muscle for a moment. "Alright, fair enough," she conceded. "But if you were a dog, we'd have to make sure you didn't eat yourself into hibernation."

Hyunjin chuckled, his demeanor more relaxed now that they were just joking around. "You're right, you'd have to keep an eye on me," he joked. "No more midnight raids on the kitchen for food."

Y/n smiled, enjoying the easy banter between them. "Yeah, no more stuffing your face with leftover pizza when you're supposed to be sleeping," she said, poking him in the side.

Hyunjin let out a melodramatic sigh. "You're such a taskmaster," he teased, shaking his head. "Being your dog would be tough if I can't even sneak midnight snacks."

"How does Changbin feel about you sneaking midnight snacks, since he's your new roommate. Also, how come he's your wife before I am?" Y/n asks Hyunjin 

Hyunjin laughed at Y/n's question. "Changbin doesn't mind, as long as I don't eat his food," he explained. "As for the wife thing, I think it's just a joke among the other members. We were talking about how Changbin and I are the closest, and someone said we were like an old married couple."

Y/n raised an eyebrow at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And why aren't you considering me your wife instead?" she asked, a playful pout on her lips.

Hyunjin chuckled at her reaction. "Oh, don't worry," he said, pulling her closer and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "You're my real wife, the other members just don't get it." He planted a chaste kiss on her forehead, his tone light but affectionate.

Y/n snuggled into his side, a contented smile on her face. "I'm glad you cleared that up," she said, her voice mock serious. "I was starting to worry that I had some competition."

Hyunjin chuckled again. "You have nothing to worry about," he reassured her, giving her a squeeze. "You're the only one for me." They continued walking down the cobblestone streets, the comfortable silence between them punctuated by the occasional comment or light banter.

"We should start to head back to the house before it gets too late," Y/n tells Hyunjin as they continue to walk.

Hyunjin nods in agreement, though he seems a bit reluctant to end their walk. "Yeah, you're right," he says with a sigh. "It's getting dark, and I'm sure the managers will start looking for us soon."

Y/n gives his hand a gentle squeeze. "We can always take another walk some other time," she says consolingly. "But for now, we should probably get back before we end up in trouble."

Hyunjin nods again, accepting that their evening stroll must come to an end. "You're right, we don't want to get chewed out by the managers," he says with a small chuckle. They turn around and begin walking back the way they came.

The return trip is quieter than the journey out, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Y/n steals occasional glances at Hyunjin, admiring his profile in the fading light. Every now and then, Hyunjin would catch her gaze and give her a small, affectionate smile.

Eventually, they make their way back to the house where they're staying. As they walk up the steps to the front door, Hyunjin turns to Y/n. "This was a nice walk," he says, his tone softer than before. "I always enjoy spending time alone with you."

"Yeah, especially since we are always practicing or around the other members, but I love them too. Just not as much as you." Y/n states.

Hyunjin smiles, his eyes warm as he looks at her. "I know what you mean," he says, opening the door for her. "The members are like family, but there's something special about the time we get to spend together, just the two of us."

They walk inside, greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of the house. A few of the members are in the living room, sprawled out on the couches watching TV. They look up as Hyunjin and Y/n enter, but they just give brief waves to each other, respecting the couple's quiet, private moment.

Hyunjin and Y/n head up the stairs, their footsteps are soft on the carpet. As they reach the hallway leading to their individual rooms, Hyunjin stops in front of Y/n's door.

"I had a great time tonight," he says, his voice low as if afraid to shatter the quiet aura between them.

Y/n smiles, her hand on the doorknob. "Me too," she says, her heart fluttering at his proximity. "Even though we didn't really do much, I enjoyed just spending time with you."

"Yeah, sometimes it's the simple things that make the best memories," Hyunjin agrees, his eyes not leaving hers. He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair back from her face, his touch tender.

Despite their exhaustion from the long day, neither of them seems to want the moment to end. Y/n finds herself leaning into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his fingertips on her skin.

"I should probably go to sleep before I fall asleep here, standing up"

Hyunjin nods, reluctantly dropping his hand from her face. "Yeah, you're right," he says, his voice a bit reluctant. "We have filming in the morning, and we both need our beauty sleep."

Y/n chuckles at his words, then gives him one last smile. "Goodnight, Hyunjin," she says softly, her hand still on the doorknob.

"Goodnight, Y/n," Hyunjin replies, his voice just as soft as hers. He takes a step back, giving her the space to go into her room.

Y/n opens the door and steps inside, giving him one last glance over her shoulder, before disappearing into the room. Hyunjin stands outside her door for a few moments more, his expression thoughtful. Then, with a soft sigh, he turns and heads to his own room.

Hyunjin closed the door to his room, the quiet click echoing in the silence of the hallway. He leaned back against the door for a moment, his thoughts on the evening he had just spent with Y/n. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as he thought about her.

With a sigh, he pushed off the door and went to get ready for bed. Despite the late hour, he knew it would be a while before sleep would come, his mind still dwelling on the woman who had captured his heart.

Random sexual text with Chan

Minho comforts you

Minho's trying to convince you

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ִֶָ݁𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓝𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓼! 𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷, 𝓢𝓱𝔂-𝓲𝓼𝓱! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1404

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 5 𝓶𝓲𝓷 31 𝓼𝓮𝓬

𝘜𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 - 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯: "𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦?" 𝘠/𝘯: "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰- 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?"

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ִֶָ݁𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

Hyunjin looked curiously at his best friend Y/n, who sat next to him on the couch. "Hey, I have a question," he began, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Y/n looked at him, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "Go ahead," she replied, giving him her undivided attention.

"How do I know if I have a crush on someone?" Hyunjin asked, his voice almost shy.

Y/n thought for a moment, contemplating her answer. "Well, there are a few things that can indicate a crush," she began. "For instance, you can't stop thinking about them, you feel a bit strange when they're around, and..."

Hyunjin leaned in, his gaze focused on her. "And?" he pressed, his curiosity piqued.

Y/n pauses before speaking again "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Hyunjin realized that he had been staring intently at Y/n, almost studying her as she spoke. He blushed slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed to be caught.

"Sorry," he said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "I wasn't trying to stare, just... listening intently, I guess. Go on."

Y/n studied his face for a moment, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Anyway, as I was saying. Wanting to... Well, wanting to be around them a lot might be a sign of a crush."

Hyunjin nodded, absorbing her words. "Okay, that makes sense," he said, thinking about the person he was asking about. "But what about... like wanting to hold them? Or... or wanting to tell them everything that's on your mind?"

Y/n's smile grew slightly larger. "Yep, those are definitely signs of having a crush," she confirmed. "You start to want physical closeness, and you want to share your thoughts and feelings with them more than anyone else. Anything else? You look really intense, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin's heart thumped harder in his chest as he listened to her words. He was doing all of those things and more. "What if... what if I keep thinking about how it would feel to... kiss them?" he asked, feeling his cheeks flushing.

Y/n's smile turned slightly cheeky. "Oh, well that's a pretty solid sign right there," she said, her tone playful. "If you're imagining what it would be like to kiss them, then I'd say you definitely have a crush on this person."

Hyunjin's mind raced as he heard her words. He had been imagining what it would be like to kiss the person he was asking about, and often. But hearing his best friend confirm it only made the feeling more real.

"What if I don't know if they feel the same way?" he blurted out, a look of hesitation and hope crossing his face.

Y/n's expression turned softer, her smile becoming more sympathetic. "That's the tricky part, isn't it?" she said, her voice gentle. "Catching feelings for someone who might not feel the same way can be scary. But you won't know unless you take a chance."

Hyunjin nodded, his eyes fixed on her as he internalized her words. "But what if I risk ruining our friendship?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "If I tell them how I feel and they don't feel the same way, it could make things awkward, or even end our friendship entirely. I can't lose them."

Y/n reached out and laid a comforting hand on his arm. "I understand that you're worried," she told him, her voice reassuring. "But sometimes, taking a chance is worth the risk. And if this person truly values your friendship, they won't let a confession ruin it. Sometimes, honesty can bring you closer, not drive you further apart."

Hyunjin felt his shoulders relax a little under her touch. "I guess you're right," he said, his voice still holding a hint of worry. "I just need to find the courage to tell them how I feel. But I'm scared of what might happen afterward."

"Well, who's your crush?" Y/n asks Hyunjin questionably.

Hyunjin's heart skipped a beat at her question. This was it. The moment of truth. He took a breath, gathering his thoughts before answering.

"You."

The word hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. Hyunjin met her gaze, his eyes betraying his feelings.

Y/n's eyes widened as she heard his confession. Her heart thumped in her chest as countless emotions flooded through her. Shock, surprise, and...something else, something that made her pulse race.

"Me?" she repeated, her voice a bit shaky.

Hyunjin nodded, his gaze never leaving her face. "Yes, you," he confirmed, his voice quiet but strong. "I realized recently, like really realized, that I have feelings for you. I've been so confused about how I feel, and I just kept thinking about you, and how it would feel to kiss you, and... Yeah. I really like you."

The room was silent for a moment as Y/n digested his confession. She had suspected that Hyunjin might have feelings for her, but hearing it out loud was something else. Her own feelings for him had grown over the years they had known each other, but she had kept it hidden, afraid to ruin their friendship.

"Hyunjin," she started, her voice a whisper. "I... I didn't know you felt that way."

Hyunjin swallowed, his heart beating so hard he could feel it in his throat. "I know I probably shouldn't have said anything," he began, his voice laced with hesitation, "but I couldn't keep it to myself any longer. I've been going crazy thinking about you. Feeling like I'm keeping this secret that's... that's eating me up inside."

Y/n looked at Hyunjin, seeing the earnestness in his eyes. She had never seen him look more vulnerable, more honest. The raw emotion on his face made her own feelings for him impossible to deny any longer.

"You don't have to be ashamed of how you feel," she said softly. "I... I've been feeling something too, I've just been too scared to say anything."

Hyunjin's eyes widened slightly, hope sparking to life within them. "You... you have feelings for me too?" he asked, hardly daring to believe her words.

Y/n nodded, a sheepish smile on her face. "I do," she confessed, her heart fluttering in her chest. "I have for a while now, but I was scared of jeopardizing our friendship. I didn't want to lose you."

Hyunjin felt a wave of relief wash over him, followed by a giddy happiness. "I've been feeling the same way," he told her, a wide grin spreading across his face. "I thought I was going crazy, trying to keep these feelings bottled up. But now... knowing you feel the same, it's like a weight has been lifted off me."

Y/n laughed softly, her eyes bright. "We've both been idiots, haven't we? Both liked each other but were too scared to say anything." Her smile faded slightly as she thought about something. "But what now?"

Hyunjin frowned slightly, thinking through the implications of their confession. "Now... now we just be honest with each other," he said, determination in his voice. "We stop pretending like we don't have these feelings and act on them. If we like each other, why not give it a shot?"

Y/n nodded a mixture of excitement and trepidation in her eyes. "You're right," she agreed softly. "No more hiding, no more pretending. We like each other, and we should at least try to see where this could go."

Hyunjin reached out and took her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "I don't want to pressure you," he said, looking into her eyes. "This is a big step, and I want you to be sure about it. But I really want to explore this with you, if you do too."

Y/n smiled, her fingers intertwining with his. "I do," she answered, her voice steady and certain. "I want to see where this leads, and I trust you, Hyunjin. I want to explore this with you too."

Hyunjin felt like he was on top of the world. He had just told his best friend how he felt, and not only did she not reject him, she shared his feelings. He squeezed her hand gently, feeling the reality of it sink in.

"Alright, then it's settled," he said, a smile spreading across his face. "We're doing this. We're actually doing this."

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

A Closer Connection

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

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1677

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 6 𝓶𝓲𝓷 3

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

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

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✩°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵✮˚˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you wanna take it further?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please what?” You ask.

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

“Yeah?” You tease. “Then cum for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𓍢ִ໋🎂 ༘ ⋆˚🌷𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎𓍢ִ໋🎂 ༘ ⋆˚🌷

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝔂 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶, 𝓹𝓸𝓵𝔂! 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓗𝓪𝓷, 𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔁, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓗𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔁 𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1631

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 6 𝓶𝓲𝓷 16 𝓼𝓮𝓬

𓍢ִ໋🎂 ༘ ⋆˚🌷𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎𓍢ִ໋🎂 ༘ ⋆˚🌷

Y/N was pacing the dorm floor, checking the clock almost every minute. It was Han Jisung and Felix's birthday, and they wanted Y/N to hang out with them, maybe even spend the night at their dorm; as the pair had no plans for the morning and just wanted to spend a casual night. She decided that she'd get them both some small presents, not much, but she was certain to get both their favorite snacks. The two were also close friends, and she was excited to spend the day with them and possibly even give them their presents early.

Han Jisung was in his room cleaning up the place - He was normally very messy but decided today was the day to make the room look nice. He was hoping Y/N would show up, and he wanted to show her he could be responsible if he wanted to

Felix was in the kitchen, baking a cake as the two had no idea what they wanted to do for their birthday this year. He decided it would be better to make something himself, so he baked a chocolate fudge cake, hoping Y/N would like it.

There was a knock on the door, and Han Jisung hurried to answer the door to Y/N. He opened the door and greeted her with a smile and a hug. "Hey, Y/N!" He said excitedly, and he gestured for her to come in.

"Hey Jisung, Happy birthday!" Y/N said, grinning as she stepped inside and saw Felix in the kitchen. She put down her bags and then ran over to Felix, hugging him tight. "And to you too, Felix," She said with a big smile.

"I made some cake, I hope you like it," Felix said with a small smile, and Y/N got excited. "That sounds wonderful!" She said, looking over at Jisung and smiling. "I brought some snacks too. Do you want to just chill out and watch movies or play games?"

"That sounds perfect to me," Felix replied, and Y/N nodded. "Sounds fun!" Jisung said, grinning. The three of them sat on the couch in the living room, and Y/N pulled out some snacks from her bags and placed them on the table in front of them.

"I did also bring you both presents but I'll give them to you both after we eat cake later"

"Aww, you didn't have to get us presents," Jisung said with a chuckle, but Y/N shook her head. "I wanted to," She said with a little smile. "Now, what should we do to pass the time until it's time for cake?"

"We could play some games if that sounds good to you both?" Felix suggested, standing up and grabbing the controllers. He turned on the TV and handed one controller to Y/N and the other to Jisung. "That sounds perfect!" Y/N said with a grin.

"You just want to get past bronze" Y/n jokes to Felix.

Felix scoffed a little at that and playfully stuck his tongue out at Y/N. "As if, I'm already silver!" He said defensively, and Y/N playfully rolled her eyes.

"And for some weird reason, I highly doubt that"

Felix scoffed again and then smiled. "You doubting me makes me wanna prove you wrong even more now," He said with a wink. Y/N chuckled and shook her head, teasing Felix about his pride.

The two began playing the game, and Y/N started to win the round. "Ha!" She said with a grin, looking over at Felix. "I'm winning already," She taunted, and Felix rolled his eyes. "You just got lucky!" He said, determined to win the next round.

"Fine then, let's see if Han can beat you. See if it's just luck." Y/n says passing the controller to Han.

Han grinned and took the controller. "I'm going to win! Prepare to be beaten!" He exclaimed, jokingly. Felix smirked and chuckled. "You wish, Han," He said with a confident grin.

Y/N leaned back to watch the two of them play, amused by how competitive they both were. She ate a few snacks and watched them, and before too long Jisung won. Y/N burst into laughter, and Felix let out a little groan.

"Told you I'd win!" Jisung exclaimed, doing a little victory dance. Y/N continued to laugh, and Felix rolled his eyes. "Let's play again, you just got lucky," He said with a grin, determined to win this time.

So they played again. They decided that the one who won the most out of 3 rounds would win overall, and Y/N watched as they competed against each other. Jisung won two rounds, and Felix won one, making Jisung the winner overall. Felix let out a little groan and Y/N laughed again. "Well, I guess Jisung is the real winner here!" She said jokingly, and Jisung grinned.

Before they can start a new round the timer beeps for Felix to go decorate the cake.

"Ah, time for decorating!" Felix said, and Y/N got just as excited. "Yay, time for cake!" She exclaimed, grinning as she jumped up. She followed Felix to the kitchen, and Jisung got up to follow too.

"Alright, who's helping me decorate?" Felix asked, and Y/N raised a hand. "I will!" She said, and Felix chuckled. "Jisung would probably be more of a burden than he would help." He teased, and Jisung scoffed and made a fake offended expression, joking around with Felix.

"Hey, I'm not that bad!" Jisung said with a little pout as Felix passed some frosting and sprinkles to Y/N. "Sure, whatever you say Jisung," Felix said, rolling his eyes playfully and smiling. Y/N giggled and began to help Felix decorate the cake.

Jisung started taking pictures of them both and took the occasional bite of frosting when Y/N and Felix weren't looking. Y/N noticed right before Jisung's second bit of frosting and turned around to scold him, and he laughed sheepishly. "Sorry," He said with a little smile.

They finish decorating the cake and Y/n goes to grab the presents she brought.

Y/N went into the other room to retrieve the presents she had brought along, and she returned holding four small packages for the two boys. She handed the presents to her boyfriends with a big grin and sat there excitedly for them to open their gifts.

The two of them opened their presents at the same time, and they both were thrilled to see what Y/N had gotten them. Jisung's gift was a new bag and a few skincare products he wanted, and Felix's presents were a new microphone and a bag with some new cosmetics he had mentioned in passing a few weeks earlier.

"Aww, Y/N! Thank you, it's exactly what I wanted! How did you know?" Felix smiled, and Jisung nodded in agreement, smiling.

Y/N shrugged a little. "I just paid attention to what you said," She said happily, and then she started giggling at how happy she had made her boyfriends. She was so glad that they liked their presents, and her heart swelled when they both pulled her into a tight embrace.

"You're the best girlfriend ever," Felix said with a smile and kissed Y/N. Jisung wrapped his arms around Y/N from behind and nodded in agreement, giving her a little nuzzle.

"And a very pretty girlfriend too," He said, smiling at her playfully.

"Now let's eat cake!" Y/n exclaims

"Oh right, I nearly forgot about the cake!" Felix exclaimed, grabbing some plates and utensils and then cutting the cake into slices for the three of them. Y/N was excited, and Jisung was too, and they sat down together to enjoy the cake.

"Mm, this is delicious!" Y/N said with a grin after taking the first bite of the cake, and the two boys nodded in agreement. It was a peaceful evening of good food and good company, and Y/N felt content.

As they sat there eating the cake together, Y/N looked at her two boyfriends and felt immensely grateful. They always treated her well, and they always made sure she was comfortable and happy. She knew that she was lucky to have both of them and that their relationships were strong and stable.

Y/N smiled to herself, feeling the warm fuzzy feeling in her chest grow stronger as she ate her slice of cake with her boyfriends by her side.

After a little bit, they had finished their cake and were just sitting on the couch together, Y/N in the middle with Jisung and Felix on their sides. Jisung had his arms wrapped around Y/N and his chin on her shoulder, whereas Felix had one hand wrapped around Y/N and his other hand holding hers. They sat and talked amongst themselves, and Y/N felt complete and safe between the two of them.

She listened to their conversations and added comments from time to time, but mostly she just soaked in the feeling of being loved and safe. Jisung seemed to notice, and he started peppering her with light kisses on the cheek, making her giggle and smile. Felix nuzzled her neck gently, and she leaned into his touch.

Y/N knew she was lucky to have not just one loving boyfriend, but two. She wrapped an arm around each of them and held them close, knowing that they were not only her boyfriends but her best friends too. They understood her completely, and they both made her feel treasured and loved.

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

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓟𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 584

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 2 𝓶𝓲𝓷 16 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Seungmin's birthday was coming up, and his girlfriend Y/N had been planning the perfect surprise for him. She had made arrangements for dinner, a movie, and a birthday cake, and she could barely contain her excitement. But before the big day, Y/N wanted to do something special for Seungmin.

She decided to make him a scrapbook filled with pictures of them together, handwritten notes, and little tokens that reminded her of the memories they had shared. She spent hours putting it together, carefully choosing every photo and writing memories on every page.

Seungmin's birthday finally arrived, and Y/N could hardly contain her excitement. She met him after his schedule, and they headed out to dinner at a restaurant they both loved. As they sat there and ate, Y/N kept the surprise to herself, knowing that she had something even better prepared for later.

After dinner, they headed home, and Y/N told Seungmin she had a surprise for him. He looked curious, and she led him to the living room, where she had set up blankets and pillows all around the couch.

She had prepared one of his favorite movies and had a big box of his favorite snacks ready. As they snuggled up under the blankets together, Y/N handed Seungmin the scrapbook she had made for him.

His eyes lit up with surprise and joy as he opened the scrapbook, and Y/N explained that it was filled with memories of their time together. He looked through the pages, his heart swelling with emotion as he read the notes and looked at the pictures.

As the movie played, they cuddled together under the blankets. Seungmin would occasionally tear up as he flipped through the scrapbook, touched beyond words by the thought and effort Y/N had put into his gift.

As the night went on, they continued to talk and laugh together, snuggled up under the blankets and enjoying each other's company. Y/N couldn't help but smile every time Seungmin looked at her, knowing that her surprise had made his birthday extra special.

Eventually, they finished the movie and the last page of the scrapbook. Seungmin closed the book and turned to Y/N, a soft smile on his face. He pulled her close and hugged her tightly, feeling a wave of gratitude and love for his girlfriend.

He whispered in her ear, "Thank you so much. This was the best surprise I could have ever asked for. I love you so much."

"I heard Chan got you a new phone"

Seungmin nodded a small smile on his face. "Yeah, he did. He knew I had been wanting a new phone for a while so he decided to get me one for my birthday."

Y/N smirked a little. "That's nice of him," she said, leaning her head on Seungmin's shoulder. "But the scrapbook better be your favorite present, right?"

Seungmin chuckled and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Of course it is," he assured her. "Nothing could come close to it, especially since it's from the person I love the most."

“And as Felix said a couple of years ago, Channie’s balling”

Seungmin laughed, remembering the day Felix had said that. "Yeah, he's definitely got a lot of money." He paused for a moment and then added with a smirk, "But he definitely doesn't have a girlfriend as great as I do. So I think I'm the real winner here."

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𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺

Hello! Can I get hot cross buns, s'mores, and fluffy pancakes with a barley tea for Seungmin? Thank you!

Completely His

𝓒𝔀: 𝓓𝓸𝓶! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷, 𝓢𝓾𝓫! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷, 𝓒𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓾𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝔁, 𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1221

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 4 𝓶𝓲𝓷 46 𝓼𝓮𝓬

𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴- "𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩."

𝘚'𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴- "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦."

𝘏𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘴- "𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩."

𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢- 𝘊𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨

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Seungmin looked up at his girlfriend, a smirk on his face. "You're squirming an awful lot," he said, his voice low and dominant. "If you want to keep sitting on my lap, you'll have to stop wiggling around so much." He ran his hand up her thigh, enjoying the way it made her shiver.

Y/N felt her heart rate pick up as she felt his hand on her thigh, his touch sending a shiver up her spine. "I'm sorry," she said breathlessly, trying to keep still. "It's just... hard to stay still when you're touching me like that."

Seungmin chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Is that right?" he said, his hand moving higher up her thigh, his touch light but possessive. "You like it when I touch you like this?"

Y/N nodded, her breath catching in her throat. "Y-yes, I do," she breathed out, her body reacting to his touch. "It feels so... good."

Seungmin's smile widened, his hand moving up her thigh, tracing light patterns on her skin. "Good," he said, his voice low and sultry. "Because I like touching you like this."

Y/N's body was on fire under his touch, every brush of his hand sending another shiver through her. She could feel her breathing getting heavy, her heart rate increasing with every passing second.

“Here…” Seungmin says as he struggles to shimmy his pants and underwear down. “Sit on my cock, see if that helps you sit still”

Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat as she heard Seungmin's command, her body reacting to his words even before she moved. He was always authoritative and dominant, but there was something about this moment that felt different.

Without a second thought, she shifted her position on his lap, straddling and sinking onto him.

Seungmin let out a low moan as she settled onto him, his hands gripping her hips. “Slowly, just sit on it.”

"Just sit on it. Slowly." Seungmin repeated, his voice low and ragged. Y/N could hear the strain in his voice and the effort he was putting into not thrusting up into her. Finally, she bottomed out, settling on Seingmin’s lap.

Seungmin let out a shaky breath, his arms tightening around her waist. "Just sit there," he ordered, his voice thick with desire. "Don't move."

Y/N felt the tension in the air, the need in Seungmin's voice, and she obeyed his command. She sat still, her eyes locked on his, her body trembling with anticipation.

Seungmin runs his hands up and down your thighs "Your thighs are shaking so much." Seungmin whispers to you as you lean your body onto him shifting slightly. 

Y/N whimpered at his touch, her thighs trembling under his hands. "I know," she gasped, her body quivering as she leaned against him. "I can't help it. I need you."

Seungmin's hands moved up and down her thighs, his touch light and torturous. "I know, baby," he murmured, his voice strained. "I know. I'm right here, just breathe." He says mockingly.

Y/N's body was on fire under his touch, her breaths coming in short gasps. "I... I can't..." she stuttered, her hips shifting involuntarily. "It's too much... I need more."

Seungmin's hands gripped her hips, holding her still. "No, you don't," he said, his voice firm and demanding. "You're just going to sit here, and you're going to be still for me. Understand?"

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine at the tone of his voice, and she nodded her head, her body responding to his Dominance. "Yes," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I understand."

Seungmin smiled, his fingers gently caressing the skin of her hips. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Just sit still for me. Let me control this."

Y/N nodded again, her body trembling with the effort to stay still. Her skin was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation and need. She was completely at his mercy, and she loved it.

Seungmin's hands continued to caress her skin, moving up her waist and up her sides. He could feel her straining to stay still, her body quivering with every touch.

"Just sit still," he said again, his voice thick with desire. "If you're good for me, I'll give you everything you want."

Y/N bit her lip, her breath coming in short gasps as his hands continued to roam over her body. She was desperate for more, but she knew she had to stay still. She wanted to please him, to make him happy.

Seungmin's hands moved up to her shoulders and then down her arms, his touch light and tender. "You're doing so good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in her ear. "Just a little longer."

"Let's just lay here a little bit longer like this. And like I said, I'll give you everything you want after." Seungmin stated.

Y/N nodded, her body relaxed and pliable in his arms. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as she melted against him. "Okay," she murmured. "I'll be good for you."

Seungmin held her close, his arms wrapped around her tightly. He could feel the tension leaving her body, her muscles relaxing as she settled against him. He nuzzled his nose into her hair, inhaling her sweet scent.

They lay like that for a few moments, wrapped up in each other's embrace. The room was silent, save for the sound of their breathing and the occasional soft sigh from Y/n.

Finally, Seungmin spoke, his voice low and gravelly. "You've been so good for me," he murmured. "You deserve a reward, don't you think?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat, her body coming alive at his words. "Yes," she breathed, her voice filled with need. "Please, I want it so badly."

Seungmin chuckled, his hands moving down to her waist. "I know you do," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "But first, I want you to answer me a question."

"Anything," Y/N said breathlessly, her body tensing with anticipation.

Seungmin pulled her closer, his hands still on her waist as he spoke into her ear. "Who do you belong to, sweetheart?"

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear. "Y-you," she stuttered. "I belong to you."

Seungmin's hands squeezed her waist, his grip was possessive and firm. "That's right," he growled. "You belong to me. You're mine, and don't you forget it."

The air was thick with tension as Seungmin continued holding Y/N close, his hands still in a possessive grip on her waist. Just as he was about to speak again, there was a knock on the door.

"Seungmin, Y/N, are you in there?" a voice called through the door.

Seungmin's expression darkened and he released Y/N from his grasp. "Not now," he barked. "We're busy."

Y/N looked at him, her heart racing. His harsh tone had startled her, but she could also feel the passion and desire still coursing through her veins. She wasn't sure if she was more excited or scared, but she knew one thing for sure - Seungmin had left her craving more.

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

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 838

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 3 𝓶𝓲𝓷 17 𝓼𝓮𝓬

🐺⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆🐺

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your V-Live says differently"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It seems like you all only like me when I post something about Bang Chan... love you all tho :)

Been thinking about going back to my routes. Writing for Call of Duty while still writing for K-pop. After all, it is what 1/3 of this blog was originally made of before I cleared it and switched to K-pop... if this gets 5 likes I'm doing it.

Alright, it got more than 5 likes. I'm posting a fluffy Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Y/n story in about 1.5 hours. I'm just putting finishing touches on it. I'm excited! 🥰

Been thinking about going back to my routes. Writing for Call of Duty while still writing for K-pop. After all, it is what 1/3 of this blog was originally made of before I cleared it and switched to K-pop... if this gets 5 likes I'm doing it.