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𝓒𝔀: 𝓟𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽-𝓲𝓼𝓱, 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓾𝓷𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝔁 (𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽), 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮, 𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓵 (𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰), 𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓿, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝔁 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2419

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 9 𝓶𝓲𝓷 32 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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"Hey, San," Y/n called out as she walked into the living room where San was lounging on the couch, a smile on her face. "Can you come here for a second?"

San looked up from his phone, his eyebrows raising in curiosity. "Sure," he said, his voice curious as he set his phone down. He got up and walked over to where Y/n was standing. "What's up?"

Y/n's heart was pounding in her chest, her palms sweaty with excitement and nerves. She took a deep breath and looked up at San, a small smile on her face. "Can I ask you for a favor?"

San tilted his head to the side, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Depends on the favor," he said, a hint of mischief in his tone. "What do you need?"

Y/n took another deep breath, summoning her courage. "I was wondering if you could... help me with something," she said, her voice a little shaky. "It's kind of... intimate."

San raised an eyebrow at her words, his smirk growing wider. "Intimate, huh?" he purred, his voice dropping an octave. "Now you have my full attention."

Y/n's cheeks flushed at his response, but she pushed on, her determination growing. "I was wondering if you could... help me unwind if you know what I mean," she said, her eyes meeting his meaningfully.

San's expression darkened at her words, his eyes flicking down to her body and back up to her face. "Is that so?" he said, his voice low and husky. "And how would you like me to help you unwind, hm?"

Y/n stepped closer to him, her body practically humming with anticipation. "I was thinking... maybe you could use your hands," she said, her voice a little breathless. "And your mouth."

San's eyes darkened even further at her words, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. "Is that a command, princess?" he asked, his voice a little rough as he reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against him.

Y/n shivered at the way he said 'princess,' her heart fluttering in her chest. "It's a request," she said, tilting her head back to look up at him. "But a very... passionate one."

San smirked down at her, his hands moving to her backside and squeezing firmly. "Well, I never could say no to you, especially when you're being so shameless," he said, his voice deep and sultry.

Y/n let out a small gasp at the feeling of his hands on her body, her skin prickling with pleasure. "Good," she whispered, her eyes locked on his as she reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair. "Because I don't want you to say no."

San's grip on her tightened, and he pulled her even closer, his body pressing against hers. "Trust me, princess," he said, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "I have absolutely no intention of saying no."

San's hands moved to the hem of her shirt, his fingers sliding beneath the fabric and against her bare skin. She shivered at the feeling of his rough palms against her soft flesh. He tugged at the shirt, his voice a low growl. "Take this off."

Y/n complied, lifting her arms above her head so that San could pull the shirt off. He tossed it aside, his eyes raking over her exposed skin. "So beautiful," he murmured, his hands resuming their explorations of her body.

His lips found her neck, lips, and teeth grazing against her sensitive skin. She let out a soft gasp, her head tilting back instinctively, giving him more access to her throat. His hands squeezed her hips, pulling her even closer.

"You drive me insane, you know that?" he muttered against her neck, his voice thick with desire. "The way you look, the sounds you make, it's like you're trying to drive me crazy on purpose."

Y/n let out a shaky laugh, her body arching into his touch. "Maybe I am," she admitted, her voice a breathless whisper. "Maybe I like being able to make you lose your composure."

San chuckled against her skin, his fingers tracing over her back, feeling the way her body shivered under his touch. "You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, his lips moving up to her ear. "Thinking you can get me all worked up like this."

San's hands found the waistband of her pants, his fingers slipping under the elastic. "As tempting as it is to tease you some more," he said, his voice a low rumble against her ear, "I think both of us are far too worked up for that."

Y/n let out a small whimper, her body already buzzing with excitement. "You're probably right," she admitted, her voice shaky. "We both know we can't hold out much longer anyway."

San smirked, his lips pressing against her jawline. "That's what I thought," he purred, his hands tugging at her pants, sliding them down over her hips. "I can't wait any longer. I need you, here and now."

Y/n's breath hitched at his words, her body quivering with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "Please, San, I need you too."

He picked her up, practically tossing her onto the nearest surface - a sofa - and swiftly moving to kneel between her legs. His hands gripped her hips, his eyes raking over her body hungrily. "Gods, you're gorgeous," he mumbled, his voice thick with desire.

Y/n's cheeks flushed at his words, her body arching towards him as her hands reached up to tug at the hem of his shirt. "You're one to talk," she murmured, her fingers tracing over his abs. "Have you seen yourself?"

San chuckled softly, his hands moving to her thighs, spreading her legs even further apart. He leaned down, his lips trailing a line of kisses up her inner thigh. "Not as amazing as you," he mumbled against her skin.

Y/n's breath hitched at the feeling of his lips on her skin, her hands gripping the couch beneath her as she fought the urge to writhe under his touch. "San, please," she whispered, her voice pleading. "Stop teasing me."

San's lips curled into a small smirk against her skin, and he nipped at the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. "But I love teasing you," he purred, his fingers gripping her hips firmly. "I love watching you squirm and hearing those needy little sounds you make."

Y/n groaned, her head falling back against the couch as his words sent a wave of heat through her body. "You're evil, you know that?" she gasped, her hands clenching tighter in the fabric of the couch. "You're enjoying this way too much."

San chuckled again, his breath hot against her skin. "Maybe," he admitted, his lips moving higher on her thigh. "But then again, you're not complaining too loudly are you?"

San's lips finally reached their target, finding her sweet spot and making Y/n gasp and arch her back in pleasure. "Oh gods," she managed to gasp out, her hands finding his hair and gripping tightly.

San hummed against her, his tongue swirling around her most sensitive area, his hands holding her thighs firmly in place. "You taste so good, princess," he murmured, his voice dripping with desire.

Y/n gasped as his tongue continued to work its magic, her fingers fisting in his hair as pleasure coursed through her body. "San... I'm so close..." she managed to gasp out, her body trembling with anticipation.

San responded by increasing his tempo, his tongue working more insistently against her. He wanted her to come undone before he even got to the main course. "Come for me, princess," he muttered against her, his voice thick with desire. "Let go. I want to taste you."

Y/n couldn't hold on for much longer, and San's words were the final push she needed. She cried out as her climax hit her, her body shaking and trembling beneath his touch. San continued to work her through her orgasm, his lips and tongue helping her ride out the waves of pleasure.

When she finally collapsed back against the couch, panting and utterly spent, San pulled away from her, a satisfied smirk on his face. "You're delicious," he said, his voice dripping with pride.

Y/n could only manage a weak whimper in response, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. "That... was... amazing," she managed to gasp out, her eyes fluttering open to look up at him.

San chuckled, crawling up her body to rest above her, his hands resting on either side of her head. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his voice cocky but affectionate. "Because we're not done yet."

Y/n's breath hitched at his words, her body still sensitive and buzzing with pleasure. "We're not?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

San shook his head, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "Not even close," he said, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked down at her. "I have so much more I want to do to you."

Y/n shivered at his words, her body already stirring in response to his heated gaze. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

San's hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her flush against him. "I want to hear those pretty little noises you make some more," he murmured, his lips trailing a line of kisses down her neck. "And I want to make you scream my name."

San's patience was finally running thin, and he wasted no more time in delving into the main course. In an instant, he was over her, his lips crashing down on hers in a desperate kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth, exploring every inch of her as his body pressed hers into the couch.

Y/n let out a small gasp at the sudden intensity, but she quickly responded in kind, her tongue tangling with his. Her hands moved up his back, digging her nails into his skin as she pulled him even closer.

San groaned at the feel of her nails on his skin, his body shuddering in pleasure against hers. He broke the kiss, his lips moving to her ear as his hips ground against hers, creating a delicious friction between them.

Y/n gasped at the sensation, her body arching up against him, seeking more friction. Her body was still sensitive from her previous climax, and the feeling of his body pressed against hers was almost too much.

"God, you're so responsive," San growled in her ear, his voice low and rough with desire. "I could take you right here, right now and you'd let me, wouldn't you?"

Y/n let out a needy whimper at his words, her body already aflame with want. "Yes," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Please, San, I want you so badly."

San's growl turned feral at her words, and without warning, he grabbed her hips and flipped them so that she was straddling his lap. "Then take me," he said, his voice thick with need. "Take what you want, princess."

Y/n barely had a moment to register the change in position before she sank down onto him, her body instantly clenching tightly around his hardness. She let out a low, guttural moan, her head falling back in ecstasy.

San's hands gripped her hips tightly, his eyes closed in pleasure as he felt her body surrounding him. "You're so tight," he gasped out, his voice hoarse. "So perfect."

Y/n lifted herself up, her hips grinding down on him as she rode him at a slow, torturous pace. "It feels so good," she gasped out, her hands braced on his chest. "I don't want it to ever stop."

San's grip on her hips grew tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Then don't stop," he groaned, his body quivering with pleasure. "Take what you want, darling. I'm all yours."

Y/n continued to move above him, her body moving on instinct as she sought more pleasure. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed as she focused solely on the feeling of him inside her. "I won't last much longer," she gasped out, her voice shaky. "You're driving me insane."

San's breaths came out in ragged pants, his body trembling with the effort it took to hold himself back. "Come for me again," he growled, his eyes locked on hers. "I want to feel you lose control."

Y/n's body was already on the brink, and his words set her over the edge. She let out a cry, her body tensing as she shattered around him.

San's own release followed immediately after, his body arching beneath her as he spilled himself into her. He let out a guttural moan, his fingers gripping her hips so tightly that she was sure there would be bruises later.

Y/n collapsed forward onto his chest, her body thrumming with pleasure and exhaustion. The only sound in the room was their ragged breaths, both of them trying to come down from the height of their release.

San's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "That... was amazing," he panted, his voice hoarse. "You're amazing."

Y/n let out a soft chuckle, her face buried in his chest. "You're not so bad yourself," she mumbled, her body still quivering in the aftermath of their pleasure. "I don't think I can move."

San let out a small chuckle as well, his fingers tracing idly over her back. "That's a good thing," he said, his voice teasing. "Because I plan on keeping you right here in my lap for a while longer."

Y/n let out a content murmur at his words, nuzzling even further into his chest. "Mmm, that sounds nice," she said, her voice soft and sleepy. "Just don't let me fall asleep here. I don't think my back will appreciate it in the morning."

San chuckled again, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Don't worry, I've got you," he murmured, his voice affectionate. "We'll just stay here a little while longer and then I'll carry you to bed."

Seungmin is coming over

When Felix leaves you on read accidentally

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

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1,066

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 4 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓼 14 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blush even more as you chuckle nervously.

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

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

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

"Yeah, It’s no problem" You reply

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

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

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

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

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

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 𝟣𝟩𝟦𝟢

𝓔𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒: 𝟨 𝓂𝒾𝓃 𝟦𝟫 𝓈𝑒𝒸

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Yeosang had been looking forward to spending time with Y/n all day. He had a surprise planned for her, and he couldn't wait to see her reaction.

Walking into their shared apartment, he found her sitting on the couch, watching TV. She looked cute and cozy wrapped up in a blanket, and his heart warmed at the sight of her.

"Hey there," he said, crossing over to the couch and plopping beside her. Y/n looked up at him with a smile, her eyes sparkling affectionately. "Hey," she said, leaning over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "How was your day?"

"It was good," he replied, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. "But it's even better now that I'm here with you."

Y/n melted into his embrace, snuggling against his chest. "Charmer," she said, poking his side playfully.

Yeosang chuckled, enjoying the feeling of having her close to him. "What can I say?" he said, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm. "You bring out the charmer in me."

Y/n hummed, her eyes drifting back to the TV. "What were you up to today?" she asked, curious about how he spent his time.

"Oh, you know, the usual," Yeosang replied, trying to sound casual. "I had practice with the guys this morning, and then I had to run some errands and do some shopping."

"Shopping, huh?" Y/n asked, tilting her head up to look at him. "What did you buy?"

Yeosang's heart rate picked up a bit, and he fought to keep his expression neutral. "Oh, just a few things," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Some clothes, a couple of gifts."

Y/n arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his vague response. "Gifts, huh? For anyone special?"

Yeosang smirked, unable to keep the sly grin off his face any longer. “Well, actually, there is someone special I bought a gift for,” he said, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw.

Y/n's curiosity was piqued now. "Oh really?" she asked, her eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. "Who could that be?"

Yeosang chuckled, loving the way her eyes sparkled with mischief. "You know exactly who I'm talking about," he said, his voice low and suggestive.

Y/n's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Me?" she exclaimed, her lips curving up in a grin. "You bought me a gift?"

Yeosang rolled his eyes, amused by her act. "Who else would I be talking about, dummy?" he teased, his hand coming up to tug playfully at one of her strands of hair.

Y/n laughed, swatting at his hand playfully. "Hey, don't call me dummy!" she protested, poking his side again. "But seriously, what did you get me?"

Yeosang's smirk grew wider, and he reached into his pocket to pull out a small gift wrapped in bright paper. "Why don't you open it and find out?" he suggested, holding it out to her.

Y/n's eyes lit up as she took the present from him. She had never been very patient when it came to surprises, and she eagerly tore open the wrapping paper to reveal a small jewelry box.

Y/n's heart raced as she opened the lid of the box, revealing a stunning necklace inside. The chain was delicate and gold, and a small, heart-shaped diamond pendant hung from it.

"Oh my god," Y/n breathed, her fingers shaking as she reached out to touch the pendant. "Yeosang, it's beautiful!"

Yeosang's heart swelled with pride and happiness as he watched her gaze at the necklace, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm glad you like it," he said, his voice soft. "I saw it and thought of you immediately."

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes brimming with affection. "You're too good to me," she said, her hand coming up to touch his cheek. "I love it. Thank you."

Yeosang's heart skipped a beat at her touch, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "You deserve it," he murmured, his arms coming up to pull her closer.

Y/n melted into his embrace, her head resting against his chest as she hugged him tighter. "I love you," she said, her voice muffled against his shirt.

"I love you too," Yeosang replied, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back. "More than anything in the world."

Yeosang's body felt a sudden wave of heat wash over him, his hands tightening around Y/n's waist. He loved the feeling of her body against his, the way she seemed to fit perfectly in his arms.

"You know what I love even more than this necklace?" he asked, his voice low and rough with desire.

Y/n's breath hitched at the change in his tone, her body responding to the heat in his voice. "What's that?" she asked, her own voice cracking a little.

Yeosang's lips curled up in a sly grin, his hands roaming across her body. "You," he said, his mouth moving to her neck. "I love the way you feel in my arms, the way you taste on my lips. You drive me crazy."

Y/n let out a soft moan, her head falling back as his lips worshipped her neck. His touch was sending waves of heat through her body, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

Yeosang's hands slid under her shirt, his fingers caressing the smooth skin of her stomach. He couldn't get enough of her, his body craving her touch like a drug.

"You drive me insane, do you know that?" he murmured, his lips moving up to her ear. "I can never get enough of you."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her body arching against his touch. His hands on her skin felt like fire, and she felt a desperate ache growing between her legs.

"Yeosang," she breathed, her voice pleading. "I need you."

Yeosang groaned at her words, his hands gripping her hips harder. Her neediness, her desire for him, drove him crazy.

"I know," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I need you too, more than anything. Let's go to the bedroom."

Y/n nodded, not trusting her voice to speak. She let him lead her into the bedroom, her body feeling like it was on fire.

Once they were in the bedroom, Yeosang closed the door behind them, his eyes darkened with burning desire.

He pulled her close, his hands going to the hem of her shirt. "I need to see you," he said, his voice ragged with yearning.

He started to lift her shirt up over her head, his eyes roaming across her skin as it was revealed to him.

Y/n's breath caught in her chest as he bared her skin to him, his gaze hot and intense. She could feel the heat of his stare as he looked at her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body with an almost reverential awe.

Yeosang's breath hitched in his throat as he took in the sight of her, his hands reaching out to touch her everywhere. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his fingers tracing the lines of her body, caressing her skin with an almost hungry desperation.

Y/n's body shivered under his touch, her skin igniting with heat wherever his fingers brushed against her. She could feel the desire building inside of her, an urgent need for him that burned hotter with every passing second.

Yeosang's eyes darkened with desire, his body responding to her every shiver and sigh. He leaned down to capture her mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth with a desperate hunger.

Y/n kissed him back with equal fervor, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she lost herself in the heat of their kiss. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending hyper-sensitive to his touch.

Yeosang's hands roamed across her body, exploring every inch of her skin. He wanted to memorize every curve and contour, to commit her to his memory like a piece of art.

His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

Y/n gasped, arching her neck to give him better access. The feeling of his teeth on her skin sent a bolt of electricity straight to her core, adding to the already intense heat building within her.

Yeosang's hands slid down to her hips, his fingers tracing the edge of her waistband. He wanted to take his time, to tease and tantalize her, but the feel of her in his arms was driving him wild.

He pulled back to look at her, his eyes dark with desire. "I need you, now," he whispered, his voice ragged with need.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her body responding immediately to his words. She met his gaze, her eyes darkened with a mirror of his own desire.

"Then take me," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I'm yours."

Yeosang's breath hitched at her words, his fingers digging into her hips. He could feel his control slipping, his body screaming for release.

He walked her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed, forcing her to sit down. He stood above her, his eyes roaming across her body like a predator about to pounce.

Y/n looked up at him, her body already trembling with anticipation. She could feel the heat and desire pouring off him in waves, and it only served to heighten her own need.

She reached out, her hand gripping his shirt, and pulled him down on top of her.

Yeosang groaned as he landed above her, his body pressing against hers. Her touch was like fire, burning him up from the inside out.

He captured her mouth in a deep kiss, his hands roaming over her body possessively. He wanted to consume her, to lose himself in her completely.

Y/n returned his kiss hungrily, her body arching up into his touch. She could feel the heat and strength of his body above her, and it only made her want him more.

Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the taut muscles shifting under her touch. Her nails scraped lightly down his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Yeosang broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The feeling of her nails on his skin was driving him insane, his body desperate for more.

"I need to taste you," he murmured, his lips moving down her neck to her collarbone. "Every inch of you."

Y/n's body shivered under his touch, her breath coming out in needy gasps. She could feel his lips and teeth on her skin, his hands roaming across her body as if he were mapping out every contour.

"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Don't stop."

Yeosang let out a low growl, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move lower down her body. He could feel her shaking beneath him, hear her breath catching in her throat as he explored the planes and curves of her body.

His lips traced a hot path down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel before moving further south.

Y/n's body was on fire, her skin feeling like it was electrified by his touch. Her hands fisted in the sheets, trying to anchor herself as he continued his delicious assault.

She wanted to touch him, to return the pleasure he was giving her, but her body was too writhing with the need to do anything but arch and moan beneath him.

His lips and tongue continued their descent, moving lower and lower until they reached the edge of her underwear. He paused there, his hot breath fanning across her sensitized skin.

Y/n's breath hitched, her body tensing with anticipation. His proximity to her most sensitive area was almost unbearable, the heat of his breath making her body ache even more.

"Yeosang," she gasped, her voice pleading and desperate. "Please."

Yeosang could feel her body trembling beneath him, her words like honey in his ears. He wanted to taste her, to lose himself in the sweet nectar that awaited him, but first, he needed to hear her beg.

He leaned down, his mouth hovering mere millimeters from her most sensitive flesh. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Y/n's body arched and writhed beneath him, her breathing ragged and desperate. Everything about her was pleading, begging to be brought to the edge of ecstasy.

"I want you," she gasped, her voice barely more than a needy moan. "I need you. Please, Yeosang."

Yeosang's control threatened to snap at the sound of her voice, her pleading words going straight to his groin. But still, he held back, wanting to relish in every moment of her submission.

He leaned down, his mouth hovering tantalizingly close to her most intimate area. "Say it again," he commanded, his voice rough and ragged. "Beg me for it."

Y/n's body was on fire, her mind hazing with pleasure. His words, his touch, and his very presence were driving her insane with need.

"Please," she repeated, her voice a breathless whisper. "Please, Yeosang. I need you. I want you. Please, I'm begging you."

That was all the begging he needed to hear. With a low growl, he closed the distance between them, his mouth finding her most sensitive flesh.

His tongue was like a flame, burning through her like a wildfire. He tasted her, explored her, and devoured her with a fervor that almost bordered on feral.

Y/n's body writhed and arched beneath him, her breath coming in rapid gasps as he tasted her. His tongue and lips were like magic, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

She could feel her climax building low in her belly, growing more and more intense with each passing second. "Yeosang," she gasped, her voice breaking. "I can't… I can't hold on much longer…"

Yeosang smiled against her, his tongue continuing its onslaught. He could feel her body starting to tense and shake, a sure sign that she was close, but he didn't let up.

He wanted her to lose control, to give herself over completely to the pleasure he was giving her. "Let go," he murmured, his breath hot on her skin. "I've got you."

Y/n's body trembled and shuddered as his words and his tongue sent her over the edge. Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, washing over her in waves of pleasure.

She arched her back, her hands clenching in the sheets as she gasped and panted for breath.

As their bodies slowly relaxed, Yeosang's phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence. 

Yeosang groaned in frustration as he looked at the screen. "It's my manager," he grumbled, his voice still rough with want.

He grabbed his phone and answered it, his expression turning serious as he listened.

Y/n watched him as he talked on the phone, her body still humming with aftershocks from their intimate encounter.

She couldn't make out the details of the conversation, but she could tell from the grim look on Yeosang's face that it wasn't good news.

After a few minutes, Yeosang ended the call and set his phone back down on the nightstand. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched across his face.

"I have to go," he said, his voice

Y/n's heart sank at his words, the afterglow of their intimate moment disappearing in an instant. 

"But… I wanted to spend more time with you," she protested, trying to ignore the lump that was forming in her throat.

Yeosang's expression softened at her words, and he reached out to take her hand. "I know," he said, his voice gentle. "But I'm needed at the studio."

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'll make it up to you, I promise," he whispered, his lips hot on her skin.

Y/n wanted to argue, to plead with him to stay a little longer, but she knew it was futile. His duty to the group and their fans came first, and she respected that.

She nodded slowly, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice. "Okay," she said quietly.

Yeosang nodded a look of guilt passing over his face. He hated having to leave her like this, especially after they just shared such an intimate moment.

But he knew he had responsibilities to attend to, and he couldn't just abandon them. "I'll see you later," he said, his voice soft. He gave her hand one last squeeze before reaching for his clothes.

Y/n watched as he got dressed, her heart feeling heavy in her chest. She wanted to say something else, to ask him to stay for just a few more minutes, but she bit back the words.

She knew it was pointless, and she didn't want to make him feel worse than he already did.

As Yeosang finished getting dressed, he leaned down to give Y/n a gentle kiss. "I'm sorry," he murmured against her lips.

With a last lingering glance, he turned and left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Y/n was left alone in the room, the silence feeling heavy and oppressive. She lay there for a few moments, her mind reeling with conflicting emotions.

Eventually, she forced herself to sit up and swing her legs over the edge of the bed. She reached for her own clothes, pulling them on with a sense of resignation.

The afterglow of their intimacy was gone, replaced by a sense of emptiness and disappointment.

Y/n tried to shake off the feeling as she got dressed, but it clung to her like a heavy cloak. It wasn't just the interruption of their intimate moment that was bothering her, it was the reminder of the reality of Yeosang's life.

He was a K-Pop idol, and his life was not his own. His schedule was set by his managers and the company, and he had to follow it whether he wanted to or not.

As she finished dressing, Y/n took a deep breath and tried to push aside the negative thoughts that were swirling in her mind. She knew Yeosang would have stayed if he could, and she didn't want to hold it against him.

She left the bedroom, making her way out of Yeosang's apartment and into the cold, empty night.

Y/n walked through the dark streets, her mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Yeosang and the interrupted intimacy they had shared. Despite her attempts to shake off the negativity, she couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness and disappointment.

As she walked, her phone buzzed in her pocket, startling her out of her thoughts. She pulled it out and looked at the screen, her heart skipping a beat as she saw who the text was from.

It was Yeosang, and the message read: "I'm sorry for having to leave like that. I promise I'll make it up to you. I miss you already."

Despite herself, a small smile tugged at the corners of Y/n's lips. His words were comforting, and they made her feel a little less alone.

She quickly texted back, feeling a wave of relief wash over her: "It's okay. I understand. I miss you too."

As she continued walking home, Y/n felt a little lighter knowing that Yeosang was thinking about her too, despite the disruptions to their time together.