Prologue/Intro To Chapter 1

Prologue/Intro to chapter 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Minho's trying to convince you

~~~~~~Prologue/ Intro to Chapter 1~~~~~~~

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓯 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽

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The prince was an anti-social and cold person, he rarely spoke to anyone besides his staff, even though it was only a few words. You were his maid and you seemed to be his sole exception, the only person with his full trust. 

While it seemed like he didn't care about anyone else, he treated you with respect and kindness. Something you weren't expecting when you were placed to be the prince's maid. There was never a trace of coldness in his voice when he spoke to you.

Slowly, the prince started to get this weird feeling in his heart whenever you were near. He would picture you in his head, your eyes that shine in the sun, your smile whenever he told a bad joke, your hands when you gently fixed his hair, the way you always smelled sweet when you were next to him or in front of him, the way your body moves when you walk. And even sometimes late at night about how your body would look underneath him... but most of the time he would quickly push those thoughts out of his head.

It was inappropriate for him to think of you like this, sexually. You're his maid, a relationship between you and him could never happen. His parents expected him to marry someone with a royal status, just so the kingdom could have a next heir to the throne.

He's quickly bought out of his thoughts by a gentle knock on his bedroom door. It's you, here to wake him up and get him ready for the day. When he finally sits up in his bed, he sees you walking towards his windows and throwing his curtains open.

"You have another lesson with your father today, I'm pretty sure it's about fighting. So, if this kingdom ever goes into war, you can defend it." You tell him while setting out his clothes.

He groans, not happy with having to listen to his father give his speeches that he's heard thousands of times and could recite in his sleep.

"Can't I just sleep in? I didn't get much sleep last night." He asks in a slight teasing tone.

You're unphased by his response. "No, you can't. Your father instructed me to get you to this lesson on time and dresses appropriately. And even though I serve you, your father scares me more. Now, get dressed." You rant "C'mon, let's go" You urge him as you pull on his arm to get him out of his bed.

He sighs but gets up against his will. As he undresses you turn your back to him to give him privacy. Once he's dressed and he gives you the go ahead, you turn around and straighten his outfit before heading to his bedroom door and opening it. "After you, your highness." You tease as he waves his hand, dismissing you but mumbling a thank you under his breath.

"Now, let's get you to your father. And for the love of God, don't skip out on this. I don't want to be scolded again." You groaned.

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𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 540

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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.”

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆𓍢ָ໋🎂 ༘⋆°🌷

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

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2487

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 9 𝓶𝓲𝓷 46 𝓼𝓮𝓬

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆𓍢ָ໋🎂 ༘⋆°🌷

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.

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.