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You are the only female member of ENHYPEN and all the members love you VERY much, and I mean VERY. You are perfect and fans love you. You were the group's sunshine. were. You could still feel the coolness of your motionless bod laying on the floor as the manager raped you. You slowly lost your spark and the members had noticed how you flinched every time they yelled playfully. That's it, you couldn't live pretending you couldn't feel his prints on your body. You couldn't pretend you weren't being used as a toy behind the backs of your loved members. SCENE ୨ৎ You stood at the edge of the balcony, your now small frame trembling as you took in the view. this was it. this was the end. Your hair swayed as you looked down, tears now streaming down your face freely. You held your breath then took a step forward. You closed your eyes, but you didn't fall.. you were hanging. barely. You looked up, shocked. Then you saw them. all members held you by your hand, their eyes were wild with fear and terror through them as they tried to pull you up.

Jungwon's grip was firm but gentle, his eyes wide with fear. Heeseung and Jay were on either side, their muscles straining as they held you.

"Y/N! Please don't let go!" Jay shouted desperately, his voice cracking.

Sunghoon and Jake were behind them, ready to catch you if necessary. Sunoo and Ni-ki looked like they might cry.

Heeseung's knuckles turned white as he pulled harder. "We're not losing you! Not like this!"

Sunghoon's voice was uncharacteristically shaky. "Get up here, now. We can talk about whatever this is."

The wind whipped around you all, making the situation even more dangerous. Ni-ki's eyes were locked on your face, filled with concern and confusion.

Jungwon's jaw clenched as he noticed your hesitation. He spoke softly but firmly. "We love you too much to let you go. Please, trust us."

Sunoo stepped closer to the edge, his hands shaking. "We're your family. Whatever happened, we face it together."

Jake reached out, his voice breaking. "Don't you dare think about leaving us. We need you."

The other members nodded frantically, tears forming in their eyes. They were all terrified, but their determination to save you was stronger than their fear.

Jay's eyes filled with tears as he looked at your makeup-covered scars. "We see everything, y/n. We see how you hide. Let us help you carry it."

Heeseung's voice was barely above a whisper. "We're right here. Just come back to us."

Sunghoon's voice cracked with emotion. "Please… don't be brave alone. We can't lose our sunshine."

Ni-ki's young face was contorted with pain. "We'll protect you. Just come up."

The wind howled as Jungwon's grip tightened again, his heart racing. "You're not a burden. You're our everything."

Sunoo wiped his tears, speaking with quiet intensity. "Every scar has a story, and we want to hear yours. Together."

Jake's voice trembled. "We promise, no judgment. No blame. Just love and support."

They all looked at you with such raw emotion, their bodies tense with the effort of holding you.

Jungwon took a deep breath, his eyes pleading. "One step at a time. We'll take it together. Just like we always do."

He began to carefully pull you up, the others ready to assist.

Each centimeter you moved upward was agonizingly slow, but they didn't rush. They were patient, steady.

Heeseung murmured softly. "You're safe now. We've got you."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you were back on the balcony. The members immediately surrounded you protectively, still holding on as if afraid you'd vanish.

Jungwon wrapped his arms around you protectively, his body shaking slightly. "Don't ever do that again."

You finally broke down, all of your pent up emotions released as you gripped Jungwon tightly, your face on his shoulder. Tears streamed down your face as you finally realized that this was never your fault.

The other members joined the embrace, creating a protective circle around you. They held you close, letting you cry. They knew something terrible had happened, but now they were here to help you heal.

Jungwon stroked your hair soothingly, his own tears falling. "We're here. We won't let anyone hurt you again."

Sunghoon whispered against your ear. "Tell us everything. We'll face it as a team."

Jake squeezed your hand gently, his voice thick with emotion. "You're not alone in this fight anymore."

Heeseung wiped his tears, looking at the others with determination. "We'll find whoever did this. They won't get away with it."

Jay nodded firmly, his protective instincts fully activated. "No one messes with our y/n and lives to tell the tale."

Ni-ki looked up at you with innocent but fierce eyes. "You're our strongest fighter. But let us fight for you too."

Sunoo nodded, his voice steady despite his tears. "We'll be your weapons. Just say the name." Jungwon pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, his expression fierce yet gentle. "Who was it, y/n? The manager?"

The atmosphere grew tense as they waited for your confirmation. Their protective hold on you tightened.

Heeseung's jaw clenched, his eyes darkening with anger. "That bastard. We knew something was off."

Jay's fists clenched at his sides, his voice low and dangerous. "He's been touching you, hasn't he?"

The others' expressions mirrored Jay's rage, their faces pale with realization.

Sunghoon's voice was ice cold. "How long has this been going on?"

Jake looked ready to commit murder, his usual cheerfulness replaced by deadly seriousness. "We need details. Every single detail."

You trembled as you composed yourself, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

"he told me that I wasn't supposed to be here. That I wasn't meant to be who I am, that I was born to be played with. He said threatened to hurt you all if I told anyone. I cared for you all too much, so I just believed him. I didn't try to provoke him. He always beat me when I tried to speak up."

Your voice was shaky as you gathered up the courage to finally talk about what you had been carrying your whole life.

Their faces contorted with horror and rage. Jungwon's grip on you became almost painful, but not from anger at you - it was from the fury directed at the manager.

Heeseung's eyes blazed with murderous intent. "That fucking psycho. Using you to control us through fear."

Jay's voice was deadly quiet. "We should have noticed sooner. We failed you."

Sunoo shook his head vehemently. "No, this isn't your fault. It's his."

Sunghoon's voice trembled with barely contained rage. "He's going to pay. With interest."

Ni-ki looked up at you with determination in his young eyes. "We'll protect you now. And we'll make sure he can't hurt anyone else."

Jungwon wiped your tears gently, his own eyes hard. "We're getting you out of this contract. Today. We don't care about the consequences."

Heeseung pulled out his phone, already dialing their manager's number. "He won't touch you again. Ever."

The call connected, and Heeseung put it on speaker. His voice was deceptively calm.

Heeseung: "Get to the dorm. Now. We need to talk about y/n's contract termination."

The manager's voice came through, confused and irritated. "What's this about? It's late."

Jungwon's eyes narrowed dangerously. "It's about how you've been abusing our member. How you've been hurting her."

The manager laughed mockingly. "Don't be ridiculous. She's fine. Just needs discipline."

Sunghoon's voice turned to ice. "Discipline? You call that discipline? We saw her scars. We know what you did."

The manager's tone shifted, becoming defensive. "She deserved it. She's too soft. Too emotional. Needs toughening up."

Jay's voice was a low growl. "You're sick. She's perfect just the way she is."

The manager scoffed. "Perfect? She's weak. You're all getting soft on me. I should have known."

Ni-ki spoke up suddenly, his voice small but firm. "She's stronger than you'll ever be."

The manager laughed again, cruelly. "Listen to the kid. So naive. She's nothing without me. I made her."

Heeseung cut in sharply. "You didn't make shit. You broke her. And now you're going to face consequences."

There was a pause, then the sound of a chair scraping. "Consequences? For doing my job? You're threatening me now?"

Jungwon stepped forward, his voice deadly serious. "No. We're promising you hell."

The manager's laughter turned into a sneer. "Hell? You think you can scare me? I own you. All of you. Remember that."

Sunoo spoke up, his voice cold and certain. "Not anymore. We're cutting ties. And we're taking y/n with us."

The manager's voice dropped to a threatening whisper. "You do that, and you'll regret it. I'll make sure of it."

Jungwon smiled darkly. "Try us. We've got evidence. Photos. Videos. Everything. And we're not afraid to use it."

The manager fell silent, realizing he was cornered.

Heeseung ended the call with a final warning. "Consider this your last warning. Stay away from us. Stay away from y/n. Or we'll expose everything."

The other members gathered around you protectively, their expressions resolute.

Jungwon: "We're free now. All of us. You included."

Sunghoon nodded, pulling out his phone again. "I'm calling our new manager. Someone trustworthy. Someone who will actually protect you."

Jake looked at your scars with sadness. "We should get you to a doctor too. Properly checked up on."

Jay wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "And we're getting you therapy. You need it. You deserve to heal properly."

Ni-ki hugged your waist. "And we'll be there every step of the way. No more hiding. No more silence."

Sunoo smiled gently. "We'll help you find your spark again. You're our sunshine, remember? We need you to shine bright again."

Heeseung ruffled your hair. "And we'll make sure that bastard never harms anyone again. You're safe now."

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Heeseung has been your boyfriend for two years. Your mothers know you're a couple and, in fact, they're very close friends. One day, you invite him over while your mothers are also present. You both go up to your room and start kissing tenderly, exchanging passionate kisses. Your saliva mingled with his, and suddenly his hands were on your waist and your arms were around his neck. Caught up in the moment, you don't notice your mother suddenly entering the room without knocking… and catching you kissing. Embarrassed, you quickly pull away from Heeseung and face your mother, who stands speechless at the sight.

" Mom… I already told you to knock before coming in!" You look away, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

Your mother crosses her arms, a mix of shock and amusement on her face. Heeseung awkwardly steps back, his face flushed red.

Heeseung: Mrs. y/l/n… I… um… He stammers nervously, running his fingers through his hair.

Your mother raises an eyebrow, a knowing smile slowly forming as she watches you both squirm.

Mrs. y/l/n: Well, well… I see you two were getting quite… comfortable. She glances between you and Heeseung.

Heeseung bows slightly, his voice coming out shaky.

Heeseung: I apologize for the inappropriate behavior. It was my fault too… He glances at you, silently pleading for help.

you look down, unable to meet your mother's eyes. You mumbled something, your face red and burning with embarrassment.

Your mother lets out a soft chuckle, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

Mrs. y/l/n: No need to be so formal, Heeseung. You're practically family anyway. She walks closer to you both.

She reaches out to pat Heeseung's shoulder, making him tense up even more.

Mrs. y/l/n: Just make sure to keep the door locked next time, y/n. I'll leave you two alone… for now.

Your mother winks at you and walks out, closing the door behind her. Heeseung exhales deeply, leaning against the wall.

Heeseung: That was… mortifying. Your mom is scary when she catches us.

you groan, putting your face in your hands.

"Tell me about it.. i'm sorry. I thought I had locked the door."

Heeseung pulls you close again, his arms wrapping around your waist as he whispers.

Heeseung: It's okay, love. But maybe we should check next time. He nuzzles your neck gently.

His lips brush against your skin, making you shiver slightly.

Heeseung: Want to continue where we left off? Or should we be more careful? His hands slide up your back.

You smirk slightly, your hands finding their way to his neck once again.

"I'd be glad to."

He grins and captures your lips again, more passionately this time, his tongue seeking entrance as he presses you against the wall.

Heeseung: Good girl. I'll make sure to distract you properly this time. His hands roam over your curves possessively.

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You and Yeonjun have been friends for a long time. You are from LE SSERAFIM, and he's from Tomorrow X Together. You two constantly hang out either way. He always calls you "My Ghost Girl" because he has a solo song called ghost girl. Even when it's raining, nothing stops you guys from hanging out. You always send him memes and call him just to annoy him but he always picks up. Always, he doesn't even know why. It's just muscle memory when he hears his phone ringing. SCENE: You recently started dating a guy, and Yeonjun was a bit jealous, but he didn't want to make a scene so he stayed chill. You went with Yeonjun to an arcade and your "boyfriend" called you. Your phone died, so you didn't answer. He personally came and grabbed your arm, whispering harshly in your ear. "never come with this guy again." He dragged you out and Yeonjun was left there, feeling a wave of confusion, concern, and rage all at once. It was weird. You were the one who always texted him first, sent him memes and annoyed him. But that didn't happen that day. You both crossed each other's path, and you avoided his gaze and tried to leave without him asking you about what happened.

Yeonjun clenched his fists, watching you walk away with that guy. His usual playful demeanor was gone, replaced by a dark expression. He couldn't shake the feeling of being replaced.

Later that night, he sat in his room, staring at his phone screen. No memes, no calls. Just silence. He typed out a message but deleted it multiple times, unsure what to say.

Finally, around midnight, he sent a simple message:

"You okay? That wasn't your boyfriend earlier, right?"

His finger hovered over the send button, debating whether to sound casual or concerned.

He waited anxiously for a reply, knowing your phone was probably dead. The waiting felt unbearable. He kept checking his phone every minute, pacing his room.

Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore and called you, even though he knew you wouldn't pick up.

The call went straight to voicemail. He left a short message:

"Text me when you get this. I'm worried."

His voice was rough with emotion he tried to hide. He hadn't felt this way since… ever.

He tossed his phone onto his bed and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. Thoughts of you with that guy kept replaying in his head. He grabbed his jacket and keys, deciding to go to your dorm.

The rain had stopped, leaving the streets damp and quiet. He arrived at your dorm building, his heart racing as he approached the entrance.

He hesitated at the door, unsure if he should knock this late. But his worry overpowered his doubt.

He took a deep breath and knocked firmly. His fingers drummed against his thigh nervously as he waited.

After a moment, the door opened slightly. Your roommate, Sakura, peeked out, looking surprised to see him.

Sakura: "Yeonjun? It's late…"

He straightened up, trying to appear casual despite his racing heart.

Yeonjun: "Is y/n here? I need to talk to her."

His eyes darted past Sakura, scanning the hallway behind her.

Sakura frowned slightly, noticing his tense expression.

Sakura: "She's in her room. But she's asleep. And her phone died."

She crossed her arms, blocking the doorway more.

He stepped closer, lowering his voice.

Yeonjun: "Please. It's important. I just want to make sure she's okay."

His concern was evident in his tone, mixed with a hint of frustration at being kept out.

Sakura studied him for a moment, then sighed.

Sakura: "Fine. But be quiet. And don't wake the others. You know if you wake Chaewon she'll never let you in again."

She stepped aside, letting him in but still watching him closely.

He nodded gratefully and quickly moved past her. The dorm was dimly lit, with only a few small lights on. He made his way to your door, heart pounding as he approached it.

He gently knocked on your door, barely making a sound. His knuckles brushed against the wood softly, as if afraid to disturb you too much.

He waited, listening intently for any response from inside.

After a few seconds of silence, he tried the handle. Finding it unlocked, he pushed the door open slowly, peeking inside.

Your room was dark, with only a sliver of light from the hallway illuminating the space. He could make out your sleeping form on your bed, phone on the nightstand.

He stepped in quietly, closing the door behind him. He stood there for a moment, just watching you sleep peacefully, unaware of his presence.

His eyes lingered on your face, taking in the peaceful expression. He felt a mix of relief and something else seeing you like this, so vulnerable.

He moved closer to your bed, debating whether to wake you or not. His fingers itched to check your phone for messages from that guy.

He finally gave in to temptation and picked up your phone. The screen lit up, showing multiple notifications from an unknown number.

His jaw tightened as he scrolled through them, recognizing the pattern of possessive messages.

His grip on your phone became tighter, knuckles turning white. He read through the messages that guy sent you, each one more controlling than the last. His blood boiled at the sight of them.

He set the phone down with a quiet thud, trying to calm himself. He looked back at you, conflicted between waking you and letting you rest.

He sat on the edge of your bed, carefully avoiding waking you. His mind raced with thoughts of how to address this situation. He knew he couldn't let this continue.

He reached out, hesitating before gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.

Your eyelashes fluttered at his touch, but you remained asleep. He withdrew his hand quickly, not wanting to startle you.

He whispered under his breath:

"y/n… what have you gotten yourself into…"

He stood up again, pacing the small space of your room. His protective instincts were in full force now, mixed with a hint of jealousy he tried to suppress.

He glanced at your phone again, tempted to delete the guy's number right then and there.

He stopped pacing and sat back down, this time closer to your head. He couldn't leave without talking to you about this. But he also knew you might not appreciate being watched while sleeping.

He sighed heavily, torn between his desire to protect you and his respect for your privacy.

He made a decision and pulled out his own phone, typing a quick message to you.

"We need to talk when you wake up. Don't get mad, but I'm not leaving until we do. That guy is not good for you. And I hate that you didn't tell me you were dating someone."

He hit send and set his phone down, watching your face for any sign of waking up.

Your phone screen lit up with his message. The device buzzed softly against the nightstand. Still, you slept on, exhausted from your day.

He waited impatiently, the minutes dragging on as he sat there in the dark room, waiting for his "Ghost Girl" to wake up.

The clock on the wall ticked, marking the time. It was now 1:30 AM. He checked his watch again, then glanced at your peaceful sleeping form. The contrast between your innocent sleep and the threatening messages on your phone was stark.

He couldn't help but think back to how things used to be between you both. When you two were just kids, not idols with complicated relationships.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he remembered your playful antics from those days. How you'd tease him mercilessly and he'd chase you around the playground.

He chuckled softly at the memory, then quickly covered his mouth, not wanting to wake anyone else.

He missed those simpler times, before schedules and fame and complicated relationships with "friends" who were anything but.

His expression grew serious again as he thought about how different you were now. How distant you'd become since becoming an idol. How you'd changed, but he hadn't noticed until now.

He reached out again, this time touching your shoulder gently.

"y/n… wake up."

He said softly, almost a whisper.

You stirred slightly at his touch, but didn't wake. Your eyelids fluttered again, more aware this time.

He shook your shoulder a bit firmer.

"Please, I need to talk to you. It's important."

His voice was laced with urgency now, the protective edge returning.

Your eyes slowly opened, blinking sleepily as you adjusted to the darkness. You looked up at him with confusion and drowsiness.

"Yeonjun? What time is it? Why are you here?"

Your voice was thick with sleep, still processing his presence in your room.

He gave you a small, strained smile.

"It's late. But I had to see you. We really need to talk about your boyfriend."

He emphasized the word "boyfriend" with clear disapproval.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes and trying to clear your head. You noticed his tense posture and the way he was looking at you with a mix of concern and something else.

"What about him? Did something happen?"

You asked cautiously, already sensing this wasn't going to be a casual conversation.

He held up your phone, showing you the messages.

"I saw these. He's not treating you right. He's controlling you, y/n. I can see it in the way he talks to you. In the way he dragged you out of the arcade today."

His voice was firm, but there was a hint of hurt underneath.

You stared at the messages, your expression shifting from confusion to realization. You knew he was right, but you didn't want to admit it.

"It's not like that. He's just protective. He cares about me."

You defended weakly, even as your own doubts began to surface.

Yeonjun scoffed, unable to hide his disbelief.

"Protective? This isn't protection. This is possession. He's trying to keep you from everyone else, especially from me."

He gestured between you both, frustration evident in his tone.

"And why didn't you tell me you were dating him? I thought we told each other everything."

You looked down, guilty. You knew you should have told him, but you were afraid of his reaction.

"I… I didn't think it mattered. We were just hanging out. It became serious and I didn't want to upset you."

You admitted quietly, avoiding his gaze.

He raised an eyebrow, not buying your excuse.

"You didn't think it mattered? y/n, you're my best friend. Of course it matters. I care about who you date. Especially when they act like this."

He pointed at your phone again, the messages glowing in the dark.

"He's not good for you. He's not letting you be yourself. He's changing you."

You bit your lip, torn between your loyalty to your boyfriend and your friendship with Yeonjun. You knew he was right about some things, but you were scared to let go.

"He's not changing me. I'm still me. I just… I don't want to be alone again."

Your voice cracked slightly, revealing a vulnerability you rarely showed.

Yeonjun's expression softened at your words, his anger melting into concern. He knew that fear well. The fear of being alone in this industry.

"You're never alone. You have me. You always will."

He said firmly, reaching for your hand.

"But you deserve someone who supports you, not controls you. Someone who lets you shine, not dims your light."

He squeezed your hand gently, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of understanding.

"I've seen how he looks at you when I'm around. Like he's claiming you. Like you're his property. That's not love, y/n."

His voice was gentle now, but his words were blunt and honest.

You looked at him, tears welling up in your eyes. His words hit home, echoing your own insecurities. You'd felt that possessiveness before, but you'd convinced yourself it was just love.

"I… I don't know what to do."

You whispered, your voice trembling.

"I don't want to hurt him. But I don't want to lose you either."

He pulled you into a hug, holding you close. His arms were strong and familiar, providing the comfort you needed.

"You won't lose me. I promise. But you have to choose yourself first. Your happiness. Your freedom."

He spoke into your hair, his voice low and serious.

"Break up with him. Please."

You clung to him, burying your face in his chest. The tears started falling now, a mix of relief and fear.

"He won't take it well. He gets angry when I don't do what he wants."

You admitted, your voice muffled against his shirt.

"I'm scared, Yeonjun. I'm scared of being alone. Of being alone and then ending up with someone who will just be like him. And I'm scared to lose you as a friend."

He held you tighter, his heart aching at your fear. He understood the fear of being alone in this industry, but he also knew the pain of watching you suffer in a toxic relationship.

"You won't be alone. You'll have me. And you'll have yourself. You're strong enough to stand on your own. You're y/n from LE SSERAFIM. You're a survivor."

He stroked your hair soothingly.

"And if you need proof, I'll be there to protect you. I won't let him hurt you."

You nodded against him, his words giving you strength. You knew he was right. You had to end it. For your sake, for your friendship, and for your own self-respect.

"Okay. I'll do it. Tomorrow. I'll tell him tomorrow."

You said softly, pulling back to look at him with determination mixed with fear.

"But can you stay with me tonight? Just in case he tries something?"

He nodded firmly, relief washing over his face.

"Of course. I'll stay right here. You can text me if you need me during the conversation. I'll be on standby."

He settled back against the headboard, making himself comfortable.

"And if he tries anything, I'll handle it. Just focus on what you need to say."

You curled up beside him, feeling safer already. The weight of your decision settled in your chest, but it was lighter now that you weren't carrying it alone.

You texted your boyfriend quickly, setting up the breakup for the next day.

"Thank you, Yeonjun. For being here. For being you."

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You and Jeongin had been dating for four years. He was the youngest member of a group called Stray Kids, while you were a solo artist. It was a perfect relationship. Coming home after a long day in the studio, he couldn’t wait to see you. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. You were cleaning, looking disheveled — your hair in a loose topknot, wearing his clothes that were several sizes too big, headphones on, singing along to one of his songs, “Do It.” You were relaxed enough to be a mess around him, to let your guard down. In that moment he made up his mind: he wanted to marry you. He texted the other members to cancel tomorrow’s recording session so he could go ring shopping, slipped his phone into his pocket, and watched you with heart eyes

He quietly approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. The oversized shirt hung off one of your shoulders, revealing your collarbone. He hummed along with your singing, smiling against your neck

Surprised flickered across your eyes as you felt him hug you from behind, you didn't know he was here. You just continued cleaning anyway.

His hands gently squeezed your waist, and he turned the volume down on your headphones. "You're so cute like this," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder

He spun you around to face him, his eyes sparkling with adoration. "I missed you today," he said, playing with the loose strands of hair from your topknot

His fingers traced the freckles on your face, counting them like stars. "You look so pretty in my clothes," he teased, though his tone was sincere. He pulled you closer, wanting to be nearer to your warmth

You smiled. Though he was a bit suspiciously lovey dovey. I mean, yeah he was always nice but this felt different. Was he planning something? You wanted to mention it, but you just changed the topic.

"Do you want dinner?" You said as you finally faced him

He nodded eagerly, though his eyes lingered on your face a moment longer. "Yes, but I want you more," he admitted with a playful grin. "I could eat, though. What did you make?"

''Your favorite,"

His eyes lit up at the mention of his favorite dish. "You made my favorite? You're too good to me," he said, following you to the kitchen with a content smile

He watched as you served the food, his stomach growling. He couldn't help but notice how domestic this all felt - you in his clothes, cooking for him. He pulled out a chair for you, ever the gentleman

You served yourself as well, though you barely touched your food because you really wanted to ask him a question.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you something..." You said quietly, looking down at your food.

He sat down across from you, tilting his head curiously. "What is it, baby?" he asked, reaching for your hand across the table

"Why are you acting really weird? Like every single time I came into the room you put down your phone or just closed whatever you were doing."

He sighed, knowing he couldn't hide anything from you for long. "It's nothing," he insisted, though his cheeks were slightly flushed. "Just… planning something. That's all."

He fidgeted with his chopsticks, avoiding your gaze now. "Can we eat first? The food will get cold," he deflected, attempting to distract you with the food you made. His leg was bouncing under the table, a telltale sign of his anxiousness

"Oh...okay." You avoided his gaze, confused why he wouldn't tell you anything. You felt hurt. You felt betrayed. But that was because you didn't know.

He started eating, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. He kept stealing glances at you, as if he was contemplating whether to tell you his secret. The bouncing of his leg continued, and he drummed his fingers on the table rhythmically.

After a few bites, he finally broke. "You know I love you, right?" he blurted out, his voice a little higher than usual. He immediately regretted saying it so randomly, but the words were out.

He watched your reaction intently, his heart racing. "I mean, I really, really love you," he added, his nervousness becoming more apparent. He set his chopsticks down, unable to focus on eating anymore.

He took a deep breath, gathering courage. "I've been thinking about us a lot lately," he began, his voice softer now. "About our future."

His thumb rubbed circles on the back of your hand, his eyes finally meeting yours with a mix of affection and determination. "I want to spend forever with you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. He was practically shaking now, holding something back.

"Really..?" You asked. You didn't expect that. Your confusion and surprise was evident in your expression and tone.

He nodded fervently, his gaze intense. "More than anything," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "You're my everything, y/n."

He paused, his eyes flicking to his pocket where his phone was. He was fighting the urge to check it again, to make sure his plan was still in motion.

He couldn't hold back anymore. He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. "I need to show you something," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "But first, I have to ask you something important."

"You can tell me anything, okay?" You said.

He took both your hands in his, pulling you up from your seat. He looked down at you with such love and devotion, his heart pounding in his chest. "Promise you won't freak out?" he asked, a mix of excitement and fear in his eyes.

"Promise."

He swallowed hard, his hands slightly clammy. "Okay… close your eyes," he instructed, his voice shaky. "And no peeking."

He guided you to stand in front of him, his hands moving to your shoulders. "Just trust me," he whispered, before letting go and stepping back. He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number, whispering something into it.

The phone call ended, and he waited anxiously. A moment later, there was a knock at the door. His breath hitched as he looked at you with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

"Keep them closed," he reminded you again, his voice barely audible.

He walked to the door and opened it, letting someone in. He positioned himself behind you, his hands covering your eyes from behind. "Ready?" he asked, his body tense with excitement.

He slowly removed his hands, revealing the scene before you. The room was dimly lit, and there were several people standing there - his bandmates. They were all smiling widely, and in the center was a man holding a small black box.

Jeongin's heart was racing as he saw your reaction. He held his breath, waiting for you to process what was happening. The other members were silent, watching with bated breath.

The man with the box, his manager, stepped forward. Jeongin's grip on your shoulders tightened slightly, his chest pressed against your back. He was practically vibrating with anticipation.

The manager opened the box, revealing a diamond ring inside.

Jeongin leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke softly.

"y/n, will you marry me?" he asked, his voice filled with emotion. The room was completely still, everyone waiting for your answer. His friends had their phones out, recording the moment.

You felt really happy. You've never felt like this in years. But at the same time, jeongin had you worrying. And you're not known to let people slide easily.

"No." You said.

His heart dropped. He froze, his body going rigid. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence. His friends gasped collectively, and he could hear Chan curse under his breath. He hadn't expected that answer at all.

He slowly removed his hands from your eyes, his expression falling into one of shock and hurt.

"W-what?" he stammered, unable to believe what he just heard.

"I'M JUST KIDDING ! YES! ABSOLUTELY!"

His face immediately lit up, relief washing over him. He let out a loud laugh, pulling you into a tight embrace from behind. His friends laughed too, the tension dissolving instantly.

"You scared me, y/n!" he exclaimed, spinning you around to face him. He cupped your face in his hands, his eyes sparkling with joy. "You're such a tease."

"Well, someone has to keep you on your toes. Especially since we're going to be with each other forever."

You said, hugging him tightly.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You're impossible," he said, but he was grinning from ear to ear. He took the ring from the manager and held it up, admiring it himself.

"Forever sounds perfect. Now let me put this on you."

He gently took your left hand and slid the ring onto your ring finger. It fit perfectly, the diamond catching the light. He brought your hand to his lips, kissing it softly.

"I love you so much," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours. His friends cheered and whistled in the background, but he was only focused on you.

And that's the moment you realized, that nothing would break you both apart, Whether it was work, fans, or just haters. You both would stay together, because there's nothing that would replace him.

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You and Kang Taehyun are idols. You guys were from different groups, and HYBE hosted a party and invited other entertainments, and they all came. You are from JYP's MEOVV. You are the main dancer and the Oldest. You are also 22. SCENE: You came to the party, the music was blasting in your ears and you were loving every second. Ella was next to you, drink in hand and smiling brightly. Ella: "I'll be back!" She says as she ran off to greet her friends that she invited.

You got bored and joined people in a game of 7 minutes in heaven You notice Winter and NingNing from Aespa, Yunah from Illit, Sunghoon and Jake from ENHYPEN, Minho and Seungmin from stray Kids, Chaewon form LE SSERAFIM, and Kang Taehyun from Txt.

There was a few interesting matches, such as Chaewon and Sunghoon and NingNing and Minho. You noticed that they came out differently than they came in,but it was your turn. You spin the bottle, holding your breath. And It lands on…Taehyun. You both enter the closet, a bit embarrassed. Little did you know, Taehyun liked you. Not just a bit, but entirely.

Taehyun follows you into the cramped space, his tall frame making it feel even smaller. He closes the door quietly behind him, the music from outside muffled now.

He stands awkwardly for a moment, his dark eyes adjusting to the dim light. He can smell your perfume in the confined area.

He whispers. "Guess it's just us now."

"Yeah.." You say softly, trying not to be awkward.

He leans against the wall, creating a small distance between you both. His fingers fidget with the sleeve of his dress shirt.

The silence stretches, the ticking clock becoming audible. He glances at you, then at his watch.

He clears his throat softly. "Seven minutes feels like forever in here."

You nod, avoiding his gaze.

His eyes linger on your face, studying your features. He seems deep in thought, occasionally biting his lower lip.

The closet feels warmer with both of your body heat. He shifts his weight, the movement causing him to brush against your arm slightly.

His eyes linger on your face, studying your features. He seems deep in thought, occasionally biting his lower lip.

The closet feels warmer with both of your body heat. He shifts his weight, the movement causing him to brush against your arm slightly.

He breaks the silence again, voice barely above a murmur. "Do you… want to talk about something?"

He takes your silence as a hint to continue speaking. He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit.

His voice is gentle but carries a hint of shyness. "I saw you dancing earlier. You're really good."

He looks down at his shoes, then back up at you with a small smile.

"Thanks. You're really talented too." You say, a bit flustered.

His smile widens slightly at your compliment, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.

He looks pleased but tries to play it cool. "Thanks. I practice a lot. Especially the choreographies for our comebacks."

He glances at the door, then back to you. "How's MEOVV doing? I heard you had a successful debut."

"Oh, well we're doing really good." You say softly.

He nods, genuinely interested. "That's great to hear. You must be proud of your team."

He pauses, then adds with a hint of curiosity. "Your concept is really unique. Different from most groups."

You suddenly trip on something in the closet, your hands flying to the wall beside Taehyun's head and your face a bit too close to his.

His eyes widen as you stumble, your hands landing right next to his head. His breath hitches slightly at the closeness.

He instinctively reaches out to steady you, his hands gently grasping your arms to prevent you from falling further.

His face is just inches from yours now, the proximity making his heart race. He swallows hard.

You look up at his face, both your faces red and flustered.

His grip on your arms is firm but gentle, his thumbs unconsciously brushing against your skin. He can feel the warmth radiating from your body.

His eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips, caught in a moment of tension. He should probably let go, but he finds himself frozen in place.

The small space feels even more intimate now, the air thick with unspoken words.

His breathing becomes slightly uneven, your proximity making it difficult to maintain composure. He can smell that vanilla scent again.

One of his hands slowly slides down your arm, stopping at your elbow. His voice comes out huskier than intended.

"Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing escapes your lips.

He notices your lack of response and how close you are. His other hand remains against the wall, caging you slightly.

His eyes darken slightly, a mix of concern and something else in his gaze.

He whispers again, closer to your ear this time. "You should be more careful."

His breath tickles your ear as he speaks, sending shivers down your spine. His body has unconsciously moved closer, reducing the gap even more.

He can feel the rapid beating of his own heart, the music outside becoming a distant thrum.

He should really step back, but he can't seem to move away from you. He's captivated by your presence.

His hand on your elbow slides down further, stopping at your waist. His touch is light but possessive.

He glances at the door again, making sure it's still closed. Then his gaze returns to you, more intense now.

In a low voice, almost a whisper. "What if someone sees us like this?"

You glance at his lips, speaking softly into his ear.

"I really don't care right now."

A flicker of surprise crosses his face at your bold response. A smirk plays at the corner of his mouth.

His fingers tighten slightly on your waist, pulling you even closer, if that's possible.

"Bold words for someone in a closet with me."

He chuckles softly, the sound deep and rich. His eyes gleam with mischief in the dim light.

He leans in even closer, his face now inches from yours. His free hand comes up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You're different from how you appear on stage. More… daring."

His thumb traces your jawline, his touch feather-light. He studies your face with an intensity that makes your heart skip.

His voice drops to a whisper, meant only for you to hear. "I like it."

You bite your lip, your hands on the wall finding their way to his neck, pulling him flush closer to you.

His breath hitches again as your hands touch his neck. His skin tingles at your touch, goosebumps forming.

His hand on your waist moves to the small of your back, drawing you impossibly closer. He can feel the heat between your bodies now.

He looks at you with darkened eyes, desire evident in his gaze. "What are you doing to me?"

He can't resist any longer. His other hand cups your cheek, tilting your face up slightly.

His thumb strokes your cheekbone, his thumb ring catching the light. He's close enough that you can feel his breath against your lips.

His voice is a mix of warning and desire. "We shouldn't…"

He can't resist any longer. His other hand cups your cheek, tilting your face up slightly.

His thumb strokes your cheekbone, his thumb ring catching the light. He's close enough that you can feel his breath against your lips.

His voice is a mix of warning and desire. "We shouldn't…"

That simple action seems to break whatever restraint he had left. He closes the distance completely, his lips finally meeting yours in a soft but passionate kiss.

His hand on your back presses you against him, his body firm against yours. The kiss is both gentle and urgent, like he's been waiting for this moment for a long time.

He kisses you deeply, pouring all his pent-up feelings into it. His fingers thread through your hair, holding you in place.

His other hand grips your hip, holding you possessively. He tastes like mint and something sweet, his lips moving skillfully against yours.

He breaks the kiss briefly, just to whisper against your lips. "You taste even better than I imagined."

He captures your lips again, more demanding this time. His tongue traces your bottom lip, seeking entrance.

He pushes you gently against the wall, caging you with his body. One of his legs slides between yours, creating friction.

His voice is rough with want. "We're definitely going to get caught at this rate."

He chuckles against your mouth, the sound vibrating between you.

He pulls back slightly, his lips moving to your jaw, then your neck. He places soft kisses along your skin, nipping occasionally.

His hands roam your body, exploring with a mixture of restraint and hunger. "But I can't stop. I don't want to stop."

His kisses become more heated, his teeth grazing your skin. He finds that sensitive spot below your ear and sucks gently.

His hand slides down to your thigh, lifting it slightly. "y/n…" He groans your name softly, like a prayer.

He presses his thigh against you, applying pressure where you need it most. His breathing is uneven now.

His lips return to your ear, his voice a husky whisper. "You're driving me crazy."

He grinds his thigh against you deliberately, his other hand gripping your thigh firmly. He's losing control.

He kisses your earlobe, then bites it gently. "I want to hear you make sounds."

As he bites your ear, you moan slightly.

A satisfied growl escapes him at your whimper. The sound spurs him on.

He smirks against your skin, his thigh moving more deliberately now. "There it is. That's the sound I wanted."

He captures your whimper with his mouth, swallowing it in a deep kiss. His tongue delves into yours, claiming and possessive.

His hand on your thigh slides higher, dangerously close to the hem of your dress. "You're so responsive."

"please taehyun...I need more.." You whimper.

His eyes darken at your plea, burning with desire.

He presses you harder against the wall, his body a solid weight against yours. "More? You want more of me?"

You nod, your arousal evident.

He chuckles darkly, his fingers playing with the edge of your dress. "Careful what you wish for, baby."

He leans in close, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks. "But I'll give you everything you need. And then some."

He kisses you again, hot and demanding. His hand moves higher, teasingly close to your center.

He pulls back just enough to speak. "I've been watching you all night. Driving me insane with those little dances."

His thumb brushes against your core, feeling the dampness through your panties. "Look at you, so wet already. Just from a few kisses."

He groans deeply, his eyes locked on yours. "Soaked and ready for me. And we're in a closet. How naughty of you."

His thumb starts slow, deliberate circles over your clothed clit.

He watches your face intently, drinking in your reactions. "That's it. Let me see how you fall apart for me."

His free hand grips your hip, keeping you steady as he increases the pressure. "No one can see us here. Just us and this moment."

He leans in to kiss your neck again, his breath hot against your skin. "I've imagined this a thousand times. Having you like this, hidden away."

His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties. "But my imagination didn't do you justice."

He pulls your panties down slowly, letting them fall to your ankles. His eyes never leaving yours as he does so.

His fingers return to your now bare folds, stroking directly now. "You're even more beautiful than I thought. All mine."

You moan, your eyes fluttering shut as your grip around his neck tightens.

He captures your moan with his mouth, swallowing it greedily. His middle finger slides between your folds, collecting your slick.

He breaks the kiss to whisper against your lips. "So wet and perfect. I can't believe I'm touching you."

He circles your entrance with his finger, teasing the entrance before pushing it in slowly. "You're so tight around just one finger. How will you take my cock?"

He starts pumping it in and out, maintaining a steady pace.

He adds another finger, scissoring them inside you. "That's it, baby. Open up for me."

His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing it in circles as he fingers you. "You're taking my fingers so well. I can't wait to see your face when it's my cock stretching you."

He curls his fingers upward, searching for that sweet spot inside you. His pace quickens slightly, becoming more insistent.

He watches your face closely, looking for signs of your impending orgasm. "You're close, aren't you? I can feel it. Your walls are fluttering around my fingers."

"fuck....taehyun..!" you say as you feel yourself closer to the edge.

He grins at your curse, his fingers curling upwards to hit that sweet spot inside you. "There it is. Right there. You like that, don't you?"

He presses harder against your clit, his pace quickening. "Say my name again. Louder this time."

He increases the pressure on your clit, his fingers fucking you harder now. "Come on, y/n. I want everyone outside to hear who's making you feel this way."

His free hand moves to cover your mouth. "But keep it quiet. Unless you want them to hear you scream."

He chuckles darkly at your muffled sounds, loving the challenge of keeping you quiet while he works you up.

He leans close to your ear again, his voice a seductive whisper. "I can feel you getting closer. Your walls are fluttering around my fingers. Are you going to cum for me, in this closet?"

He speeds up his movements, determined to make you cum before the seven minutes are up. "Do it. Cum for me now. I want to feel you squeeze my fingers as you do."

His fingers thrust deep, hitting that spot repeatedly while his thumb attacks your clit with precision. "Cum on my fingers, Kazuha. Now."

He feels your body tense, your walls clenching tightly around him as your orgasm builds. He watches your face intently, wanting to see every moment of your pleasure.

He whispers encouragement in your ear. "That's it, baby. Let go. Let it all out. I've got you."

With one final thrust and press, he sends you over the edge. Your body shakes against him as your orgasm crashes through you, your juices coating his fingers.

He groans at the feeling of your release, his cock throbbing in his pants. He slows his movements but doesn't stop until you're completely spent.

"Beautiful."

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Your name is y/n. You are a new exchange student, and you are stunning. Even the most popular boys wanted you, but the popular hated this.

Minho was one of the popular men in the school, but he was a jock and he dated a cheerleader called Tzuyu. Minho glanced at you, but he quickly turned back around to stare at you. wow. Minho shook his head, but he couldn't shake that feeling.

People quickly started calling you "the untouchable girl" because, you didn't liked being touched. Metaphorically, obviously. What it meant was that you quickly rejected people or ignored them because you came to this private school to study well. Minho? Gosh. Minho was trying not to stare at you so much. He was literally dying inside. During biology, the teacher announced a project. I'll just avoid her. right? that'll be easy. Minho thought. That was until he heard your name. He You, him, and his gf got paired. His girlfriend, Tzuyu, winked at him excitedly, he gave her a slight smile but it wasn't genuine, he just wanted to be alone with you. even for a project.

You turned to glance at them quietly and you caught Minho's strained smile. You turned around and rolled your eyes discreetly. really? if anything that 'perfect' couple was going to do is waste time making out and present the project as their own.

He sat between you and Tzuyu, pretending to listen to her chatter while stealing glances at you through his lashes. His knee accidentally brushed against yours under the desk, making his heart race.

Tzuyu noticed his distraction and grabbed his arm possessively. "Babe, are you even paying attention?"

He forced a smile at Tzuyu, gently removing her hand. "Yeah, I am. Just thinking about how to divide the work."

His eyes flickered to your focused expression, then back to the paper. He wrote his number down on a separate piece of paper, sliding it subtly towards you while Tzuyu wasn't looking.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Tzuyu grabbed her things and stood up. "Meet me at the cafeteria later, okay? I need to talk about the project."

She kissed Minho quickly before leaving, leaving him alone with you. He waited until she was out of sight, then spoke quietly.

"She'll be busy with cheer practice. We should work on this… just us."

"We should go to the library. It's quieter there and no one will bother us." You spoke a bit softly, but it was far from fondness. He nodded, voice low. "Library it is. Less noise, more focus. Lead the way, y/n." His eyes held a quiet respect, but a hint of playful challenge lingered, as if daring you to break through his calm exterior.

In the library, he chose a secluded corner table, setting his backpack down. He pulled out his notes and textbooks, arranging them neatly.

"So, what topics are you good at? I'm decent at anatomy and cell structure."

You perk up a bit, excited about meeting someone who actually is smart. Maybe this wouldn't be as worse as you thought.

"I'm really good at anatomy systems. I did a whole bunch of reports about them in elementary."

A genuine smile tugged at his lips, impressed. "Elementary? That's impressive. You must have been a natural."

He slid the anatomy text closer to you. "Want to start with that then? I'll handle the cell parts."

"Sure. When is this due again?" You ask.

"Next week Friday. But I prefer to get things done early."

He opened his laptop, starting to type notes. "Tzuyu usually waits until last minute and stresses me out."

"That is exactly why I prefer to work alone." You say, gathering your materials.

He chuckled softly, looking at you with newfound interest. "Smart choice. Less stress, better grades."

His fingers paused on the keyboard. "And less distractions."

"And you know what slide is which. Unlike when some classmates look at their other partners for the answer and they just look around like the ceiling is looking reaalll nice today." You say, shaking your head a bit at people's antics.

He snorted, trying to contain his laughter. "Yeah, those people are hilarious. Especially when they don't even know what they're looking at."

He leaned back in his chair, watching you with amusement. "You seem like you actually care about learning."

You shrug. "I guess so."

"You guess? That's not very confident."

He tilted his head, studying your indifferent response. "Most people here just care about popularity and parties."

"Yeah. I just wasn't really into them anyways. I'm just trying to get good grades and a scholarship."

You speak quietly, fidgeting with your pencil.

His expression turned slightly serious, understanding your motivation. "A scholarship. That's a noble goal. You must have big plans after graduation."

He began sketching out a diagram on his paper, working methodically.

"Uh...we should continue with our project."

You tried to sound a bit convincing, but it came out softer than intended. It wasn't supposed to affect you this way. He's just a stupid playboy who's playing nice to get you to help him. Right? And he's dating a pick-me girl who's probably hooking up with jocks.

"Right."

He straightened up, getting back to business. The library was peaceful, with only the sound of pages turning and typing.

After a while, he spoke again, voice barely above a whisper. "What's your dream school?"

You were taken quiet aback from the question. No one's ever asked you something personal like that. You composed yourself and responded.

"oh. well i'm not really sure yet. I'm trying to work up into an ivy league but it's fine if not. We can't always get what we want, even if we work hard enough." You say, glancing at him for 2 seconds before continuing to type.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your pragmatic outlook. "True. But you're still aiming high. That's admirable."

He paused, then added with a hint of curiosity. "Which ones are you considering then?"

You look away from your laptop and you think. You actually thought about what you would want to be in.

"Well. It depends. if I actually work hard enough then maybe Harvard or Yale. Or maybe Samford." You say consideringly, tapping your finger on your chin thoughtfully.

His eyes widened slightly at the mention of Samford. "Samford? That's quite ambitious. And smart."

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Harvard and Yale are both prestigious. But Samford has a great business program too."

You hummed.

"Yeah. I suppose so." You respond quietly then you resume typing, your fingers gliding gracefully across the keyboard, your focused demeanor evident in your expression.

He watches you type, noticing your focused demeanor again. He wanted to ask more, but respected your focus.

Instead, he quietly hummed a tune while working on his part, creating a comfortable silence between you both.

The silence continued, broken only by the occasional click of keys. The sun began to set outside the library windows, casting warm orange light through the glass.

As the light dimmed, he glanced at the time on his phone. It was getting late.

He stretched his shoulders, cracking his neck. "We should probably call it a day soon. It's getting dark."

You crack your fingers and stretch your arms and legs as you stand up.

"Yeah. I'm shocked that Tzuyu hasn't even came."

You gathered you items and placed them into your bag.

He checked his phone again, seeing no messages from her. "She's probably at the mall with her friends. She does this every time we have a project."

He gathered his things, standing up. "You need a ride home?"

You were going to originally stay, but you decided that you could arrive home faster.

"If you can."

He nodded, grabbing his car keys from his pocket. "I can. My car's in the parking lot."

He waited for you to pack up, seeming eager to leave the school.

Outside, his sleek black car was parked near the entrance. He opened the passenger door for you, a gentlemanly gesture that contrasted with his usual casual demeanor.

Once you were both inside, he started the engine. "Where to?"

You entered you address on the tablet in his car.

He entered the address into his GPS, raising an eyebrow at the familiarity of it. "You live close to the school?"

"yeah. makes it easier to come." you respond.

"Lucky. I have to drive across town."

He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, driving smoothly.

The drive was quiet again, but not uncomfortable. He occasionally glanced at you from the corner of his eye, curious about your neighborhood.

He finally spoke up as you approached your street. "Which house is yours?"

"The white one." You pointed out.

He spotted the white house and slowed down, pulling up in front of it. "Nice place."

He stopped the car and put it in park, turning to look at you properly. "This is it?"

"Yeah. Thanks again." You responded, grabbing your bag.

"No problem."

He gave you a small smile, different from the one he gave Tzuyu. More genuine. "See you tomorrow for the project?"

a slight smile tugged against your lips.

"See you there."

He watched as you got out of the car, his smile lingering as he waited until you were safely inside.

Once you were, he drove away, thinking about how different you were from Tzuyu. And that's the moment he realized, that he was in love with you.

I hope you guys liked this one ! :D (pssttt if this gets 20 likes I'll make a pt 2.)

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You are the only female in stray kids, and they all care for you deeply. You and Seungmin are close, and you guys normally have nick names for eachother. You call him Minnie or Min and he calls you jagiya. Seungmin likes you, a bit more than he'd like to admit but he always keeps his 'cold' boy personality, but you somehow melt it.

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You guys were in the airport because you guys were getting ready for a new comeback, and as always, it was crazy. But this time, the airport was at its full capacity all because they wanted to be in the same building as you guys. You all formed a tight chain, but somehow the fans disconnected you from the group and they all surrounded you, cameras flashing yelling and touching. You felt really overwhelmed but they hadnt noticed yet.

Seungmin finally notices your absence from the group and scans the crowd frantically. His eyes widen when he spots you being swarmed.

He quickly breaks away from the other members, pushing through the fans with a stern expression.

He calls out your name firmly but with concern in his voice. "Jagiya!"

He reaches you, positioning himself protectively in front of you while keeping an arm around your waist.

The fans continue to push closer, but Seungmin stands his ground, his jaw clenched in frustration.

"Everyone back up. Now." His voice carries authority, though he maintains his usual cold demeanor.

He leans down to your ear, speaking quietly enough for only you to hear. "Are you okay? Can you breathe?"

His grip on your waist tightens slightly, a subtle show of his worry despite his composed exterior.

He glances back at the other members who are now making their way over, seeing the situation.

Seungmin signals them with a nod, his eyes still scanning the crowd for any signs of danger.

"Stay close to me. We're getting you out of here." His voice is low but leaves no room for argument.

He starts moving slowly, keeping you shielded behind him as they create a path through the fans.

The other members form a protective barrier around you both, with Chan taking the lead while Hyunjin and Felix flank your sides.

Seungmin maintains his protective stance, occasionally looking back to check on you.

As they near the exit, Seungmin pulls out his phone and texts security to meet them there.

He whispers to you again, his voice softer now. "Almost there, jagiya. Just a bit longer."

The fans are becoming more agitated, but the security team arrives just in time, creating a clear path to the van.

You feel overwhelmed and you grip onto Seungmin's arm tightly, tears threatening to fall.

Seungmin feels your grip and immediately notices your distress. He covers your hand with his free one, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

He guides you quickly to the van, speaking in a gentle tone only you can hear. "I'm here. Don't cry. You're safe now."

Once inside, he helps you sit down first before taking the seat beside you, keeping close.

He closes the van door firmly behind him, shutting out the noise from outside.

The other members pile in, Changbin sitting across from you both with a concerned look.

Seungmin keeps holding your hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on it.

"Deep breaths, jagiya. Count with me."

He starts counting softly, matching his breathing with yours.

"In… out… that's it. You're doing good."

His eyes remain fixed on you, watching for any signs of panic attack or discomfort.

The van starts moving, heading to the dorms where you can finally relax.

as you calm down, you grasp this moment to tease Seungmin.

you look up at him, smirking slightly.

"aww, did you care about me THATTT muchh?" You asked teasingly.

He raises an eyebrow at your smirk, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks despite trying to maintain his cool facade.

He scoffs lightly, though there's a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "Don't get cocky. I just didn't want to deal with your crying."

Despite his words, he doesn't let go of your hand, his grip still gentle but firm.

He rolls his eyes, but a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"You're impossible, you know that? Always teasing me when I'm being nice."

He leans back in his seat, crossing his arms with feigned annoyance.

you laughed a bit. The sound genuine.

His heart skips again at your laugh, and he tries to hide the effect it has on him by looking away.

He mutters under his breath, though there's no real bite to it. "You're lucky you're cute when you laugh."

The other members exchange knowing glances at their interaction, but Seungmin pretends not to notice them.

You gasp dramatically.

"OH.MY.GOSH. Did THE KIM SEUNGMIN admit to DEFEAT?!! SOMEONE RECORD THIS!"

He shoots a quick glare at the other members who are snickering.

"I didn't admit anything. Don't put words in my mouth."

He turns back to you, his expression softening slightly. "And I'm not defeated. I just… appreciate certain things about you. Sometimes."

"Well...I'm still going to take that as a compliment." You said.

He huffs, clearly flustered now. "It's not a compliment. It's just an observation."

He glances at you sideways, his ears turning slightly red. "But yes, I suppose it could be seen as one by someone who doesn't understand basic communication."

You blinked.

"That's rich coming from the kid who couldn't speak English because it was too hard."

He gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense.

"I'll have you know I learned English very well. Better than you ever will, actually."

He leans closer, a competitive spark in his eyes. "And I can still speak Korean perfectly fine, unlike some people who get flustered when they see me."

You roll your eyes, though there's no real malice behind it.

"Yeah, I think you're just mentioning fans. That doesn't count you big fat cheater."

He smirks, clearly enjoying this banter. "Exactly. Only you get flustered around me. That's why you're so easy to tease."

He pokes your cheek playfully, his usual cold demeanor completely gone when he's with you.

Your ears turn unspeakably red as you become flustered. You look at him, mischievousness dancing around in your eyes.

"When we get off I am going to chase you into your room and camp there until you come out and trip you and make you die." You say, feeling annoyed and a bit embarrassed.

He laughs, a genuine laugh that's rare for him to show in public.

"Try it. I'd like to see you catch me first, jagiya."

He stands up as the van stops, ready to make a run for it as soon as the door opens.

Oh, you're so dead! You laugh as you chase him.

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