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summary ⇢ spending more than a year in the states, you finally return to korea. being under YAHZ— a lenient company, you were in the venue in paris when you run into the members ateez—more so seonghwa who was in paris fashion week with you and now in this show. having company backstage with him, you meet song mingi. mesmerized by your beauty, song mingi wants to know more about you, luckily, his senior is close to you.

notes ⇢ the angstttt 😛 the miscommunication won’t last long dw 🫡 FYI: the messages with mingi and y/n occur before y/n responds to the DNI contact

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summary ⇢ spending more than a year in the states, you finally return to korea. being under YAHZ— a lenient company, you were in the venue in paris when you run into the members ateez—more so seonghwa who was in paris fashion week with you and now in this show. having company backstage with him, you meet song mingi. mesmerized by your beauty, song mingi wants to know more about you, luckily, his senior is close to you.

notes ⇢ small filler chapter but equally as important :)

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⠀─────⠀❤︎ ' ⠀how they celebrate 𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 day

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LEE HEESEUNG

he’d act casual about it all week. if you asked what you two were doing, he’d shrug and say, "we’ll see." but when the day comes, he shows up dressed nicely—not overly formal, just enough that you notice.

he takes you somewhere like a restaurant. he listens more than he talks. watches you while you speak. his hand would rest over your thigh on the table, thumb brushing slowly back and forth like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

later, when you’re walking side by side, he’d pull you a little closer by your waist.

he’s the type to pretend valentine’s day is just another day, but the entire week leading up to it, he’s dropping little hints without even realizing it. he’ll ask what your favorite dessert is, then two days later bring it up again like it’s a random thought.

when the day finally comes, he shows up at your door looking effortlessly good—dark jeans, a fitted shirt, maybe a subtle cologne. he won’t tell you the plan, just “got something for us.” he takes you to a quiet spot, maybe a rooftop restaurant with fairy lights or a cozy jazz bar where the music is soft enough to talk over.

he’s attentive—like, really attentive. he remembers that little thing you mentioned last week about wanting to try a specific dish, and it’s already ordered before you even look at the menu. his hand stays on your thigh under the table, thumb stroking slow, deliberate circles, and when you glance at him, he just smirks like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

later, when you’re walking, he pulls you in by your waist, his fingers pressing gently into your side, and he leans down to murmur something in your ear that makes you shiver.

when you arrive at his place, the mood shifts. he’s laid out roses on the bed—red, soft petals everywhere, like he’s been planning this for weeks.

the sex is slow, almost teasing at first. he kisses you like he’s memorizing the shape of your lips, hands roaming every curve of your body. he takes his time, building the tension until you’re practically begging, and then he finally gives in, thrusting deep and steady, his eyes locked on yours the entire time.

it’s not just fucking—it’s like he’s claiming you, making sure you feel every second of it. afterward, he’s still touching you, tracing patterns on your skin, whispering how good you felt, how perfect you are. he’s not big on words, but tonight? he’s making sure you know you’re his.

PARK JONGSEONG

he would absolutely plan it. weeks ahead. flowers—your favorite ones. a dinner reservation under your name so you feel special when they greet you. he’d open the car door. pull your chair out. remind you to eat more if you’re’re picking at your food.

if you’re cold, his jacket is already over your shoulders before you even say anything. he wouldn’t be overly cheesy, but when he looks at you across the table, there’s this steady warmth. like he decided a long time ago that you’re someone worth putting effort into.

jay’s the type to plan valentine’s day like it’s a military operation—detailed, thoughtful, and executed flawlessly. weeks ahead, he’s already booked the reservation, ordered your favorite flowers, and even texted your best friend to make sure he didn’t miss anything you’ve been hinting at.

back at his place, he’s got a bath drawn, candles flickering, rose petals floating on the water. he helps you undress, his fingers lingering on your skin, and then he’s guiding you into the tub, settling behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

he washes your hair, his hands slow, deliberate, and the whole time, he’s kissing your neck, your shoulders, whispering how beautiful you are. he kisses you like he’s savoring every second. it’s intimate, almost overwhelming in the best way.

SIM JAEYUN

he’d be excited. like visibly. he probably asks what kind of chocolate you like two weeks prior and pretends it’s random. he’d give you a handwritten card, slightly crooked handwriting, but every word genuine.

the date would be fun—maybe bowling, maybe a cute dinner, maybe just walking around laughing. he’d want photos. he’d take candids of you when you’re not looking.

he’d hold your hand constantly. fingers intertwined, thumb rubbing circles. and at some point he’d just look at you and go, "you look really pretty today." like he just noticed. he wouldn’t be able to hide how much he adores you even if he tried.

when your back home, he’s still in that playful, affectionate mood, but there’s something deeper too. he kisses you slow, sweet, like he’s trying to pour all his feelings into it. his hands are gentle but firm.

the sex is warm, tender, but with this edge of desperation like he can’t get close enough. he’s whispering how much he loves you, how much you mean to him, and afterward, he’s still holding you, kissing your forehead, telling you this was the best valentine’s day ever.

PARK SUNGHOON

he’d keep it simple. maybe a stay at home day or going somewhere you would like to go. would give you chocolate and flowers and a small gift and cuddle allllll day, you laying your head on his lap while he plays with your hair, vice versa, him big spooning you. would kiss on you all day forehead, cheek, neck, lips anywhere.

he’s not big on grand gestures, but he’s all about making you feel loved. he plans a cozy day in—your favorite movies, snacks, and just the two of you tangled up on the couch.

he shows up with your favorite chocolate, a small bouquet of flowers, and a little gift he picked out just because it made him think of you. the day is all about cuddling—your head in his lap while he plays with your hair, his fingers tracing patterns on your scalp, then later, him big spooning you, arms wrapped tight around your waist like he never wants to let go.

he may take you ice skating. even if you’re terrible at it, he’d hold your hand the whole time, steadying you, laughing when you wobble but never letting you fall.

he’d be a natural, but he’d stick by your side, showing off a little just to make you smile.

he’d suggest a movie, but you’d both end up talking more than watching. he’s the type to get shy about compliments, but if you told him you had a good time, he’d get this soft look in his eyes and just say, "me too."

he’s kissing you all day too—soft, lingering kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, your lips. it’s like he can’t stop touching you, can’t stop reminding you how pretty you are.

KIM SUNOO

he’d want it to feel pretty. a cute restaurant, desserts first. he’d dress up and expect you to as well — not in a demanding way, just because he loves when you both look good together.

he’d take so many photos. hype you up. "you look so pretty right now." he’d give you something thoughtful — maybe something small you mentioned once months ago. he remembers things like that.

he’s the type to go all out on the aesthetics. he’d pick a restaurant with the perfect lighting—maybe something with fairy lights and pastel decor—and he’d insist on getting dessert first because, in his words, "why wait for the best part?: he’d show up in a soft sweater and when he sees you, his eyes would light up.

he’d take so many photos, not even caring if people are staring. "turn this way, the lighting looks better," he’d say, snapping a candid that ends up being his new lock screen.

he’d hype you up all night, complimenting your outfit, your hair, the way you laugh—like he’s genuinely in awe of you.

the gift would be small but thoughtful, like a charm for your bracelet that represents an inside joke. after dinner, he’d drag you to a photo booth, and the strips would be a mix of silly faces and soft, intimate smiles, his arm around you, head resting on your shoulder.

at his place, you’d change into comfy clothes and curl up on the couch, finishing off the leftovers from dinner while scrolling through the photos he took.

he’d lean his head on your shoulder, pointing out his favorites, and then he’d kiss you, slow and sweet, tasting like dessert.

YANG JUNGWON

he’d show up with a single, perfect rose—not a whole bouquet, just one, because he’s specific like that.

he’d offer to cook, and he’d be so focused, his brow furrowed in concentration as he chops vegetables. if you stand too close, he’d get flustered, a light blush creeping up his neck, but he’d secretly love it.

you’d eat side by side on the couch, plates in your laps, shoulders pressed together because he craves that closeness. after dinner, he’d suggest a walk, and his hand would find its way to your waist, holding you securely as you stroll through the quiet streets.

he’s not one for grand declarations, but he’d remember the smallest things. "remember when you said you liked this song?" he’d ask, and then he’d play it from his phone, the soft melody filling the air as he pulls you a little closer.

back home, he’s clingy in the best way—following you from room to room, sitting with you while you wash your face, just wanting to be near you.

when you finally get to bed, his shyness melts away. he’d kiss you deeply, hands all over your hips and tits, and then he’d slide down your body, settling between your legs. he’d look up at you with those eyes before diving in, his mouth working you with a dedication that borders on worship.

he’d stay there for what feels like hours, bringing you to the edge over and over until you’re a whimpering mess.

he wouldn’t stop until you’ve completely fallen apart for him, and afterward, he’d kiss his way back up your body, holding you tight.

NISHIMURA RIKI

he’d spend all day complaining about valentine’s day, calling it a scam and rolling his eyes every time he sees a heart-shaped balloon. but then, around 10 p.m., he’d show up at your door with a bag of your favorite snacks and a small, poorly wrapped box. "this is stupid," he’d mutter, "but i saw it and thought of you."

inside is something so you—a album from your favorite artist, a keychain of your inside joke, something that proves he listens.

he’d tease you relentlessly, stealing a fry from your plate, making fun of the movie you put on, but his touches would linger. his hand would rest on your lower back as he reaches past you, his fingers would brush yours when you’re both grabbing for the remote.

as the night winds down, the teasing stops. he’d stand closer, the space between you shrinking until you can feel the warmth radiating off him. and when he finally kisses you, it’s not hesitant. it’s deep, confident, like he’s been waiting all day to do it. he’d back you up against the wall, his hands gripping your hips, and the kiss would turn desperate.

he’d lift you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom, dropping you onto the mattress.

the sex would be rough, yet not. he’d be vocal, grunting praises and curses, his hips snapping into yours with a rhythm that leaves you breathless. he’d flip you over, pulling your ass up to meet his thrusts, his hand wrapping in your hair to pull you back against him.

he’d make you cum so hard you tears start to fall down, and then he’d keep going, overstimulating you until you’re begging him to stop and to never stop at the same time.

afterward, he’d collapse beside you, breathing heavily, and then he’d pull you into his arms, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by soft vulnerability. "happy valentine’s day baby," he’d mumble into your hair, and you’d know he wouldn’t have spent it any other way.

⠀∬. riki fucking you in his favorite hoodie, with the perfect arch.

fem reader • nsfw / unprotected sex (p in v) swearing public sex (in his room, but the members are home) pet names praise kink pwp

　 愛 ── first time writing smut for riki .. i was too nervous to do this but here we are! 😅 hope u guys enjoy ♡︎.

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ riki listens to absolutely nobody…except his sweet girl of course ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 1000 + / small kisses, skinship, petnames ｡｡

𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑣𝑒…

riki had a reputation, one he wore like a badge. he wasn’t loud or disruptive in the way most troublemakers were. no dramatic shouting matches with teachers, no getting caught skipping class, but he had this stubborn streak that made him infamous in every classroom he stepped into.

if a teacher told him to do something, he’d act like they weren’t even talking to him. if a classmate asked for help, he’d either shrug or give a flat, “nah.” it wasn’t exactly rebellion. it was just riki being riki. unbothered, detached, and annoyingly consistent about it. except with you.

it was almost ridiculous how quickly he could switch. one moment, he’d be completely ignoring an instruction and the next, the second you opened your mouth, he was already doing whatever you’d asked without hesitation and people noticed. in fact, at this point, they lived for catching it happen.

it started right after first period. math class, bright and early, and mrs. park was already irritated. she stood at the front with a thick stack of worksheets in her hands.

“nishimura, pass these back,” she said. riki sat leaned back in his chair, spinning his pencil between his fingers like he had all the time in the world. “nishimura,” she repeated, sharper. he looked up at her lazily, “hm?”

“pass them back.” she said. “yeah, in a minute.” his pencil kept twirling. you sighed softly from your seat two over, leaning toward him just enough for your voice to carry. “ki, just pass them.” and like magic, his hands were already on the stack, passing them back without a word of protest.

when he was done, he turned toward you with that little smirk, the one that curled at the corner of his mouth like see? only for you.

somewhere behind you, a boy muttered to his friend, “he actually did it…because she told him to.” riki heard it too, and his smirk only deepened.

by third period gym, it happened again. mr. cho blew his whistle. “laps, let’s go! no exceptions!” students began jogging, but riki stayed planted on the bleachers, stretching his legs out in front of him.

“nishimura,” the coach called, “that means you too.” riki tilted his head back. “yeah, i’m good here.”

you jogged by, glancing at him with a grin. “come on, run with me.” before you could even slow down, he was on his feet, falling into stride beside you.

“ohhh, now he runs,” someone yelled from across the gym, and a few kids laughed. riki didn’t acknowledge them, brushing his fingers against yours every few seconds as you ran.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” he murmured down to you. “lucky?” you teased. “yeah. if it was anyone else, i’d still be sitting.”

later, in english, your group was crowded around a table, working on a poster for a class presentation. “hey, riki, can you grab the glue sticks from the supply shelf?” one of your classmates asked. “nope,” riki replied without looking up, his scissors cutting neat strips of colored paper. you didn’t even hesitate. “kii, can you get them for me?”

he was already walking across the room before you’d finished the sentence. when he came back, he set the glue sticks right in front of you, leaning close enough that his voice was just for you. “anything else, princess?” the boy across from you snorted quietly, “whipped.” riki didn’t even try to deny it.

even at lunch, it showed. you and riki had just sat down when the lunch lady called over, “young man, can you push in that chair you left out?” riki kept walking toward the table.

“ki,” you said. he stopped mid step, looking over his shoulder instantly. “yeah?”

“push in your chair, please.” without a word, he turned around, fixed the chair, and came back. before sitting, he leaned down to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “you know,” he said, smiling softly, “you could tell me to do anything and i’d do it.” you laughed quietly, “i know.”

after the final bell, you were packing your bag when a classmate wandered over. “hey, can you grab the basketball from the storage room?” they asked riki. “no.”

the guy rolled his eyes and turned to you. “y/n, can you tell him to do it?” you blinked. “seriously?”

“it’s the only way he’ll say yes.” riki gave him a flat look, but when you asked, “ki, could you grab it for him?” he sighed, getting up and disappearing into the hallway.

a minute later, he was back, dropping the ball into the guy’s hands. “don’t get used to it,” he muttered, before turning to you with a softened expression. “ready to go?” he asked, grabbing your bag from your desk and holding it easily over his shoulder.

as you walked toward the gates together, he kept close, brushing his hand against yours until you finally laced your fingers together. “you really only listen to me, huh” you said, amused. “told you,” he murmured, giving your hand a squeeze, “i only listen to you.”

and it wasn’t just some school quirk, he meant it. riki didn’t care if teachers rolled their eyes or classmates teased him for it. none of them mattered the way you did. if you wanted something, it became a priority.

sometimes, people would even test it on purpose, calling your name just so you’d pass on their request to him. and every time, without fail, he’d do it. maybe with a little dramatic sigh first and then come right back to you, slipping into that soft, affectionate mode that was reserved for you alone.

he’d take the long way around the classroom just to brush his shoulder against yours on the way back. he’d set whatever you’d asked for in front of you gently, like it was something precious. and if he thought no one was looking, he’d press his lips to your temple or let his hand linger at your waist, his voice low when he’d say, “see? anything for you.”

everyone at school knew the truth by now. riki wasn’t just stubborn, he was hopelessly, ridiculously soft for his girlfriend and he didn’t care who saw it.

℘ — sub!intak (인탁) x dom!reader ▸ ⌜ 3k ⌟

synopsis ▸ when you discover one of intak’s hidden kinks, it’s all you can focus on until you can coax it out of him again. but he doesn’t make it easy.

δ — nsfw (mdni), smut, mommy kink, edging, subspace, dumbification, ruined orgasm, overstimulation, light pain kink, reader calls him puppy, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, handjob, unprotected sex

requested ▸ @liliesonthego ᯓ an — i have nothing to say for myself this is just pure fucking filth and reader treats him like a dog basically (not actually but yk what I mean) but this is wife’s fault for injecting me with this idea and making me feral

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summary ⇢ spending more than a year in the states, you finally return to korea. being under YAHZ— a lenient company, you were in the venue in paris when you run into the members ateez—more so seonghwa who was in paris fashion week with you and now in this show. having company backstage with him, you meet song mingi. mesmerized by your beauty, song mingi wants to know more about you, luckily, his senior is close to you.

notes ⇢ okay part three! (barely proof read). i forgot to publish this because uni had me sobbing for the past few days and this has just been sitting in my drafts but it gave me a chance to write out the next part. apologies for publishing this so late 🥲

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The moment you stepped into the building, you were immediately hit with the smell of alcohol. Your nose scrunched up at the strong smell, and you continued moving forward. The girls were walking behind you, with the boys behind them.

It was funny to you. Jackson had told you to invite anyone, and that’s exactly what you did. All of your friends' group members are with them, some talking with each other, and some quietly entering the noisy enclosure.

You turn towards Chaewon, who was walking relatively close to you; the rest of Le Serrafim scattered throughout the big crowd behind you. “Hey, I’m going to take care of security. I’ll be right back.”

You walked towards the three security guards who were standing in front of a rope. “Hi, I’m Y/N L/N, all of my guests are here.” The woman looked through the list, and behold, an entire list of guests was sub-listed under your name.

She looks behind you, “What a party you bring.” You laugh awkwardly and turn back to see everyone lingering, waiting to be let in. “Come in. Enjoy.”

You quickly signal for everyone to follow you, and they don’t hesitate. The security guard lets everyone in and immediately clasps the metal chain again, securing the entryway for everyone else.

Everyone quickly separates; it all happened too fast, and you were left with just Eri and Nicholas. “Hey,” Eri leans in, shouting over the loud music. “I’m going to find Jongho, will you be fine?”

You quickly nod, “Of course, I was going to head over to the bar to get my night started, go have fun.” Eri nods before she leaves you and Nicholas alone, weaving her way through the dance floor as she had spotted her dear boyfriend on the other side.

Nicholas taps your way, guiding you away from the entrance. “Come on, party girl.” You link your arm with his, and you make your way over to the crowded bar. Luckily, you were able to squeeze through the small crowd and order two drinks for you and Nicholas.

Your eyes kept wandering around, trying to spot a certain someone. You thought you were discreet, but when Nicholas pinched your side, you hissed. “Ow! What was that for?”

Nicholas smirks, a knowing look on his face, “Have you found him yet?”

Without thinking, you answer, “No—What? I’m not looking for anybody?” It was a weak attempt, and he saw straight through your lie.

“Oh, really? So you haven’t been scouting this entire venue looking for Min—” You quickly cover his mouth with your hand as your eyes widen.

“Shut up! Don’t say his name out loud, you don’t know who is listening.” Nicholas licks your hand, and you pull it back in disgust, wiping your hand on his shirt.

“You’re disgusting.” He laughs at your reaction and gets the drinks from the bartender. You both head towards a more secluded area. Luckily, there was an empty table with enough seats for the two of you.

“So, any luck with finding him?” He brings it up again.

Knowing you'd given yourself away and that there was no point in hiding it, you sigh. “No,” you shake your head, disappointed. “I don’t see him anywhere. What if he didn’t come?” You had been thinking of that possibility for a while, but you had high hopes.

“If Jongho is here, I’m sure he is here, somewhere. Do you want to go look for him?”

You shake your head, “God, no. Are you crazy?”

Nicholas laughs at your reaction. The two of you spend a little more time together, he went back to the bar to get you guys drinks as some people came up to you and greeted you. Along that crowd was Jackson and a few others.

When Nicholas came back, he had two shots in his hands, “Let’s hope these give you luck tonight.”

“Cheers to that.”

summary ⇢ spending more than a year in the states, you finally return to korea. being under YAHZ— a lenient company, you were in the venue in paris when you run into the members ateez—more so seonghwa who was in paris fashion week with you and now in this show. having company backstage with him, you meet song mingi. mesmerized by your beauty, song mingi wants to know more about you, luckily, his senior is close to you.

again all pics used for y/n are solely for image purposes!!

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you walked with precision, waving to the crowd that had formed outside of the venue. there were too many flashes from the paparazzi to count.

a pair of sunglasses sat comfortably on the bridge of your nose, shielding your eyes from the soaring sun. next, you walked three security guards, with your team walking right behind you.

as you walked through the double doors, the outside noise faded away and in you welcomed the inside chatter. it was the day of the show and all the models had a few hours to learn the runway schedule.

you weren’t sure who you’d see today, but to say you were nervous was an understatement. it was your third time modeling in paris and it never got better in terms of nerves.

your team led you through the small backstage halls, leading you into the hair and makeup where the artists quickly worked to put you in a robe and seat you.

your eyes widened slightly at the sight of a blonde wig. looking up to the hairstylist, you raise an eyebrow, “a wig?” you question. the woman nods her head and proceeds to style your hair in order to fit the wig.

after spending nearly two hours in the chair, you were finally given a short break. you grabbed your phone and purse and made your way outside toward the hall you walked through earlier.

not paying attention, you don’t see the men coming your way.

your face was buried in your phone, giggling at eri and chaewon’s reaction to the wig.

right as you look up, you slam your head into a wall.

a wall?

wincing, you massage the top of your head, careful not to ruin your hair and makeup. it’s then that you also realize it was in fact not a wall, and rather a human being.

you lower your phone in embarrassment, still not making eye contact with the person. “i’m so sorry,” you bow, “i didn’t see you, i sincerely apo—” you cut off you sentence as you straighten up, getting a clear view of the person you bumped into.

it was a man—a rather handsome man.

you hear a snicker beside you and that’s when you fully realize it’s not just you and this man. there’s another one.

park seonghwa.

your eyes lit up. like a candle being lit in the darkest place.

“seonghwa” you quickly forget and dismiss the man you bumped into and made your way directly towards seonghwa. “hi! what are you doing here?”

seonghwa smiles, “its good to see you, y/n! i’m walking today’s show as well.” he takes in your new hair, “blonde suits you.”

you let out a laugh and point at your head, “thank you, but this is a wig. just for today.”

someone clears their throat from behind you. seonghwa looks over as well and sees his friend patiently waiting to be introduced.

“oh! y/n, i’m sure you know my friend. this is mingi."

seonghwa points to the tall man that stood with his hands by his sides. as much as you tried to avoid eye contact, something about him made it hard to avert your gaze.

you bowed, deeper than usual, "i'm sorry for bumping into you. i should've been paying attention..." you rise with a small chuckle, intimidated by his stance.

mingi blinks, caught off guard. "ah, no. it's okay." he says quickly, waving his hand as if to brush the whole thing away. his voice deep, warm, and it rumbles more than you expect. "i should've also watched where i was going." he bows back, almost deeper than yours, and he straightens you eyes meet once again.

this time, there was curiosity, or surprise, but it doesn't last long as he looks away and rubs the back of his neck.

you don't catch the way seonghwa smirks at mingi's actions and words.

oblivious to it, you turn towards seonghwa, "have you been fitted yet?"

he nods, "i have. he was just here to wish me good luck and walk me to hair and makeup," he adds on, "when we ran into you."

you shy away, still embarrassed about bumping into them. "sorry, again."

seonghwa waves it off, "don't worry about, but hey, i had a question."

you perk up at his words, seonghwa looks to mingi, and then back to you. "did you happen to be at the airport yesterday?"

you blink at the question, but then you quickly remember that you had seen him for only a second. "i was. i had a quick day trip to korea before flying here."

the two of them nod, "i see, well, you happened to have been rushing by us as well, we were lucky enough to get away from the crowd as well."

you let out a small, relieved laugh. "ah...that makes sense. it was a little hectic yesterday. i don't think i've ever moved that fast through the airport. i'm sorry if i almost ran anyone over. i was cutting it very close."

seonghwa laughs, mingi as well. "well, we better get going, see you in a bit!" they both bow to you and wave goodbye. you do the same and turn around, heading down the hallway.

you took deliberate steps towards your destination, but a sudden force made you want to look back. hesitantly, you turn around.

your heart nearly drops as you made eye contact with mingi who also happened to look back at the same time. you give him a small, shy, smile and turn back around.

a/n: don't mind timestamps or spelling errors, i was supposed to post this yesterday but i fell ill and forgot about it 😓

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