#jujuw2020

She hesitantly pressed send, watching as a small smile lifted Jumin’s lips. She saw him begin typing, her heart jumping at what he would have to say. But as she looked back to the chatroom in anticipation, she was met with the exact reaction she’d expected from Zen.

ZEN: No!!!!!!!!!

She couldn’t help but giggle to herself, the sound drawing Jumin’s gaze as he finished typing.

Jumin Han: Your pajamas will be delivered soon in perfect size.♛ 

ZEN: No!!!!

ZEN: Never!!

ZEN: Don’t even think about pajamas.

ZEN: Since you’re not spending the night there! 

She couldn’t help but be amused, rolling her eyes a little at how worked up Zen was getting and how she’d been able to guess that he’d have that reaction.

But the whole conversation sparked an idea in her mind, one that rapidly grew into a plan. She was undoubtedly grateful that Jumin had gone to the trouble of ordering tailored clothes for her, but seeing how adamant Zen was about her not wearing his shirt stirred a sort of childish mischief in her.

Before she could convince herself otherwise, she stood from the couch and met Jumin’s gaze when it was drawn to her.

“Is it okay if I use the bathroom?” she asked. He nodded, standing from the couch to meet her.

“Of course. It’s that door just there,” he informed her, gesturing with his hand towards the door she’d already guessed led to the bathroom.

“Thank you,” she smiled, stepping forward to walk past him. She quickly realized she could have gone the other way, noticing how small of a space she had to squeeze between him and the coffee table. A bright blush rose to her cheeks as she clenched her jaw in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” she breathed out as she moved past him, feeling her body lightly brush against his. His soft scent washed over her senses, making her heart jump against her ribs. But she kept walking, moving to the bathroom quickly and almost regretting getting up at all.

She closed the door as gently as possible, leaning against it and breathing out. She hadn’t gotten a glimpse of his face, but if she had, what would his expression have looked like?

Shaking her head, she pressed her hands to her cheeks, hoping to cool them down. She had been sent to his penthouse to make sure that he was okay, not to flirt with him. She couldn’t deny her attraction to him, but she hadn’t even known him for a full week.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her eyes to look around the spacious bathroom. It was pretty fancy, but the laundry basket adjacent to the shower was the only thing that caught her eye. She moved over to it quickly, pulling the wicker lid from the top and peering inside.

A short sigh left her lungs in relief, and a giddy, almost nervous smile stretched across her face. She’d guessed that Jumin would change when he arrived home from work. Even though he was still wearing a dress shirt and slacks, it seemed like a casual outfit for him. And it turned out she was right because a pinstriped, button-up shirt was lying in the basket waiting for her to take it.

She briefly laughed, taking the shirt from the basket and sizing it up. She figured it would be quite big on her, but the fabric was so soft, and it smelled like Jumin. It would be more comfortable than any other clothing she could sleep in.

Her phone vibrated against the marble countertop by the sink, prompting her to pick it up and read over the messages she’d missed in the chatroom. Jumin had suggested a party guest at Zen’s request and then said that it was probably time for her to sleep. Zen said his goodbyes, leaving her to continue on with her plan.

She was beginning to undress when there was a knock at the door.

“Y-yes?” she answered, sliding her arm back through her shirt quickly.

“Excuse me. Your pajamas arrived. Would you like to change into them?” Jumin spoke through the door, putting a smile on her face at both his kindness and his soft voice.

“Oh, sure,” she replied, placing his shirt back in the hamper before opening the bathroom door. He stood there, the draft from the door brushing his hair across his forehead, with the folded pajamas in his hands.

“Thank you,” she smiled, reaching to take them from him. His hands brushed hers, his skin soft and warm and immediately making her stomach tie itself in knots. He pressed his lips together, returning his hands to his sides before taking a gentle breath.

“It’s my pleasure,” he responded. “I want you to be comfortable here, so please, if you need anything let me know,” he told her, his tone genuine and kind. She hugged the pajamas to her chest, feeling her heart swell at his hospitality. It was more than she could ever ask for though; all she really needed was his company.

“Okay,” she breathed out, completely charmed by his words and his warm look. She began closing the door, seeing him nod and turn to walk back towards what she guessed was the couch.

When the door was closed, she locked it, placing the pajamas on the bathroom counter and taking a deep breath. His sweet words made her second-guess herself, and she worried her bottom lip between her teeth and she went over it again in her mind.

She knew she would be much more comfortable in something simple. The pajamas looked to be made of something expensive, and although grateful, she knew she would feel slightly nervous to be wearing something so fancy to bed.

She also knew that Zen’s reaction would almost certainly make her laugh, and it might even amuse Jumin too. That was enough to push her forward, leaving her undergarments on as she pulled on his shirt and carefully buttoned it up.  

It was definitely oversized on her, the ends of the shirt meeting just above the halfway point of her thighs. The sleeves fell past her hands, the button cuffs at the end undone. She looked in the mirror, glad that the fabric wasn’t see through and making sure that she’d buttoned it up high enough.

She turned and took a deep breath, placing a hand on the door handle and letting out another quiet laugh at what she was doing. But she steeled herself, opening the door and stepping out to find him waiting for her on the arm of the armchair near the couch. His hands were in his lap, and it seemed like he had dimmed the lights.

But it was as clear as day when she was met with a shocked expression, an uncontrollable blush spreading across her face.

“D-did…” he started to say, his voice faltering before he stopped to clear his throat. He stood to meet her, walking a few paces forward but staying a safe distance. He kept his eyes firmly on hers. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but she could have sworn there was a hint of pink just above his cheekbones.

“Did the pajamas not fit correctly?” he asked her, his intense gaze making her throat run dry. She looked down at herself, gripping the end of the shirt tightly.

“I just thought this would be a lot more comfortable,” she replied, seeing his eyebrows furrow slightly at her words. “I hope this is okay,” she added quickly, hoping she hadn’t upset him. He let out a breath that sounded shaky, his hands moving to adjust the button cuffs on the ends of his own sleeves.

“I see. I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable...” he spoke tensely, his voice trailing off as his eyes moved to her hands. She pressed her lips together, glancing down at them and back to him in confusion.

“Let me help you with those sleeves,” he offered, taking a careful step towards her and extending his hand. But before he touched her, his hand froze, their eyes meeting once more in an electrified gaze.

“May I?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at her. She nodded, feeling her breaths move in and out of her lungs at a quick pace. She’d had no idea that she would get so nervous once she was in his sight.

Jumin found her wrist beneath the fabric of the shirt, his cold fingers lifting her arm towards his chest. The soft sleeve slid from her skin, exposing her shaky hand as he turned it over and signaled for her to hold her arm there. His adept fingers worked to fold up the sleeve to a comfortable length for her, securing the buttons just above her wrist.

She was about to thank him, but then he took her hand in his again, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the inside of her wrist. Her heart leapt into action, the heat already in her cheeks spreading into her neck.

But Jumin remained silent, seeming to calm slightly as her heart rate only rose higher and higher. He lifted her other hand, adjusting the button cuff there and then kissing the same spot on her wrist.

It was only after his lips left her skin that he met her gaze, his gray eyes shadowy but warm in the dim lights of his penthouse. She could no longer find it in herself to speak, feeling like she couldn’t trust her voice after the tender care he’d offered her.

“I never thought seeing someone else in my clothes would stir such a strong reaction in me,” he said, his voice deep and throaty. He searched her eyes, seeming to be waiting for a response. She had been distracted trying to put a name to the warmth spreading through her chest, but she’d heard him loud and clear.

“Is it a good reaction?” she asked, glad that her voice didn’t fail her.

“Yes,” he replied quickly, his eyes burning into hers. “Very much so.”

It was then that he lifted his hand to her face, his fingertips ghosting across her jaw before he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. Her skin felt like it could ignite under his touch, and her lips fell open in a soundless gasp when he moved to cup her cheek. His palm felt cool again the heat of her skin, her heart fluttering rapidly.

He pulled his hand from her face, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear before running his fingers through the length of it incredibly gently. His eyes were wide, seeming as if he wanted to take everything in and never forget it.

His hand returned to her cheek, and she watched his eyes wander her face, landing on her lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, the softest smile gracing his countenance. She felt weak, but she never wanted him to stop, his touch being a drug that she was willing to be addicted to.

His thumb moved to her bottom lip, slowly tracing the gentle curve of it. She felt his left hand move to caress her other cheek, removing his thumb from her lips and starting to move closer. She let her eyes find his mouth, anticipating his next move, but it was then that he stopped himself, searching her eyes as his widened once more.

Jumin began to pull back, letting his skin slide off hers disappointingly. She immediately missed the warmth of his touch, a look of confusion drawing her eyebrows downward.

“Forgive me. I’m keeping you awake,” he spoke gently, remaining so close to her. She didn’t want to pressure him, especially when there was so much going on in his head, but her heart was still racing from the thought of kissing him.

But she composed herself, trying to reign in the fire just beneath her skin and put on a smile.

“Where will you sleep?” she asked him, feeling her stomach drop when he averted his eyes, opting to look at the floor. Even though she moved to amend her question, she couldn’t deny that seeing his cheeks flush felt like an accomplishment.

“I-I just feel bad for stealing your bed,” she explained, hearing a short, breathy laugh come from him as he met her gaze again.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he took another half-step back from her. “I don’t think I’ll sleep. I have some things to think about,” he told her. She was unable to help the worry that settled into her features, guilt pressing against her conscience.

“But nothing for you to worry,” he smiled, making her expression lighten. “Just rest up on my bed.” She nodded, looking over at the large bed that waited for her. She glanced back at him, wishing the pain in his eyes could be taken away by sheer will.

“Goodnight, Jumin,” she spoke softly, wanting to reach out to him but restraining herself. He bowed his head slightly, offering her a smile that she hoped she would get to see more often.

“Goodnight,” he said, watching her walk over and crawl into his bed. She smiled at him as he flipped the lights off completely, seeing him move towards the kitchen.

When he disappeared from sight, she let out a dizzy sigh, the thought of his hands on her making her heart race all over again.

As she laid in his bed trying to calm down, she admired how quiet the penthouse was. She felt safe there. It was so silent, in fact, that when Jumin let out his own shaky sigh and laughed, she could hear it loud and clear.

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hehe, as I was writing this, I was thinking that if this happened in his route, it would probably be on the way to a bad ending...yikes

anyway! aaaaah! I can’t believe this week is already over! thank you all so much for all your kind comments and support!! it means more to me than you know! <3 

“Who do you think you are?” Sarah yelled, her eyebrows making a deep v on her forehead. Jumin lifted his wrist to glance at his watch, adjusting his sleeves once more before opening his mouth to answer. MC watched silently, wondering how he was able to stay so calm while someone screamed in his face.

“Unfortunately, I will be charged with embezzlement if I use company assets for personal means. I’m not keen on being behind iron bars,” he responded, crossing his arms over his chest tightly. Sarah scoffed, taking one step closer to the two of them.

“Are you out of your mind?” she asked, her amber eyes blown wide. Jumin didn’t step away, keeping eye contact with her as she stared him down.

“Yes. You’ve managed to come here with a fake photo of my cat you found online and insult my dear MC. My joke is only fair, don’t you think?” he asked, his tone darkening and becoming more condescending as he continued on. Despite that, MC found herself flushing slightly at his reference to her, pressing her lips together to hold back another smile.

“I’ve never insulted her!” Sarah yelled, making MC’s eyebrows knit together on her forehead as she remembered just a few minutes before. “And the cat photo! I...I was tricked too!” It was obvious that she was reaching for any purchase as she tried to lie, attempting to regain Jumin’s trust. But it was futile, and MC knew that. Why wouldn’t she just leave?

“And isn’t it rude that you let another woman in your house when you're engaged?! And at that, such an average looking girl!” she exclaimed. Before MC could even take a breath, she noticed Jumin bristle, his expression becoming far fiercer than she’d seen before.

“MC is not an average girl,” he spoke quickly, making her heart palpitate in her chest as she watched him. “What you see isn’t everything. You won’t understand even if I explain it to you.”

Sarah finally looked over to her as she stood next to and slightly behind Jumin, hatred making her golden eyes seem to burn. She split the grimace on her lips, opening her mouth to speak, but Jumin cut her off.

“It seems we have no more to talk about. Why don’t you leave?” he spoke firmly, a frown already settling deep into his features. MC felt her heart ache for him, knowing that he didn’t need more chaos after all that had happened that morning.

Sarah’s jaw dropped almost comically, and a hand came to rest over her heart. MC couldn’t believe she was still trying so hard.

“No!” she burst out, making MC let out an exasperated breath. Couldn’t she see that she’d lost the battle?

“I can’t leave like this!” she screeched, looking at Jumin expectantly. When he simply stared at her, she almost looked like she could cry.

MC realized that she was pressing her nails sharply into her palms, releasing that tension and taking a deep breath. Wasn’t there anything she could do? She couldn’t stand there any longer and watch Jumin’s list of problems grow.

“I don’t know what is not fair, but if you do not wish to leave, I will call security and have you removed,” Jumin told Sarah, taking a breath to call the chief just as a plausible idea popped into MC’s head. She didn’t have time to think, placing a hand on his shoulder and relaxing just a little when he quietly released the breath he’d been holding and turned to look at her.

“What is it?” he asked gently, shifting all his attention to her. The nervousness that came with her plan flushed her system, a blush coming to rest on her cheeks.

“I have an idea,” MC whispered, glancing at Sarah before Jumin turned his body completely towards her and blocked the infuriated woman from view.

“To make her leave?” he asked lightly, letting his arms come unfolded to rest at his sides. MC nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. But as his eyes darted down to watch her lips curl, she was the one who needed to be calmed. There was no way he could already guess what she was thinking, right?

“I’m not leaving!” Sarah yelled loudly and almost desperately, making MC jump just a little. Jumin’s expression didn’t change, still offering her such a soft and caring look.

“Go ahead,” he whispered, giving her a small, trusting smile that made her stomach do a flip. She took a deep breath, feeling her hands shaking slightly. She couldn’t believe what she was thinking.

“Ju-Jumin,” she spoke softly, seeing his eyebrows furrow slightly as his stare made her face grow hot. But he waited quietly for her to continue, searching her eyes as she steeled herself.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked him in a whisper, pressing her hands into fists. She almost looked away in embarrassment, but the way his eyes widened surprised her. He watched her for a short eternity, perhaps to gauge whether she was serious.

Jumin finally let out a breathy laugh, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. It was as she watched him do so that she noticed the blush on his cheeks, her heart going into overtime. But he was smiling brightly, the sight lifting her spirits.

“Please,” was all he said in reply, speaking just loud enough for her to hear. Her fingers were tingling, but she found the nerve to stand on her tiptoes and press a hand to his cheek. She felt him hesitantly take hold of her waist, making a shallow breath catch in her throat.

Jumin leaned down to meet her as she reached to press her lips to his, her eyes fluttering closed. They were both unsure, but the way their lips fit together so perfectly made her knees weaken and nearly buckle. He steadied her against his chest, pulling her closer as the warmth from his lips spread through her whole body.

She was vaguely aware of the screech that Sarah let out, her mind dizzy from the way he was kissing her so gently. She reluctantly pulled away, trying to come back down to Earth as she watched Sarah stomp away over Jumin’s shoulder and yell something about ‘Ms. Choi.’  

MC’s thoughts drifted back to the man holding her so closely, seeing the gentle, pink blush that had spread across his cheekbones from the corner of her eye.  

“I wanted to do that from the first moment I saw you,” he spoke breathlessly, making her heart pound even harder against her ribs. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes quite yet, staring at his chest as she let herself down from her tiptoes. She felt his hand shift upwards against her side, his fingers curling against her slightly as if to keep her there. Her lips were tingling from the pressure of his, and it all made her mind hazy. But she was glad that her plan had worked.

She finally looked up at him, feeling a delighted pit form in her stomach at the way his grey eyes glowed for her. He was looking at her like she was the solution to every problem he’d ever had and ever would have, like he’d found something he’d lost and had never hoped to find again.

She let her hands fall from his shoulders, biting her lip shyly as she looked away once more. She was surprised at how quickly she’d fallen for him, but the feeling blooming in her chest when he looked at her like that felt anything but wrong.

Jumin caught her left hand in his as it fell back to her side, ducking his head to recapture her averted gaze.

“I want you to be comfortable here…” he spoke softly, glancing at their hands as he intertwined their fingers slowly. His hand dwarfed hers as he held it gingerly, her cold fingers warming up against his skin. Her breaths were quiet and shallow, watching the silver of his eyes continue to shine as he smiled lightly.

“But can I ask for one more kiss?” he continued, eliciting a small gasp from her. She blinked rapidly, caught off guard but charmed by the way he was quietly waiting for her permission.

“Yes,” she answered, seeing his sincere smile for only a moment before he eagerly kissed her again. His hand tightened at her side, his thumb rubbing a small circle there as her free hand moved to steady herself against his chest. He was more prepared that time, but he was still just as gentle, kissing her like a perfect gentleman.  

Their second kiss left her even dizzier than the first, and as he pulled away and left her thoroughly kissed, she had half a mind to thank Sarah for being so stubborn.

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thank you for reading! I really enjoyed writing this one! exploring canon and going through the 'what if's' is super fun to me, so let me know what you think! I'll definitely be doing more of these in the future.

She took a deep breath and looked around the small entryway. There were none of the normal signs that Jumin was awake yet, most of the penthouse still doused in darkness, but she still found herself checking her watch again.

5:45 am.

Another yawn threatened her, but she dealt with it quietly, slipping off her shoes and leaving them by the door. She hadn’t arrived as early as she’d planned to, but she hoped there would still be plenty of time to prepare.

Jumin woke up at 6 am sharp everyday, but she’d been adamant the previous night that he turn his alarm off and take the opportunity to sleep in. She hoped he would take her advice, but she had firsthand knowledge that even without an alarm, her fiancé was known to wake up on schedule anyway.

With that in mind, she tiptoed to the kitchen, glad that it was partially closed off from the rest of the penthouse. Her fingers tingled with excitement as she took her jacket off, surprised at how fast his birthday had arrived. She’d begun planning two weeks prior, but it seemed like time had passed in an instant.  

It was just strawberry pancakes, but the simple dish had become something special to the engaged couple. She wanted it to be perfect.

She started gathering what she needed, closing cupboards as quietly as possible and wincing when she placed the pan on the stove a little too loudly. She worked on slicing the strawberries, tying her hair up and slipping on the apron that hung on the wall.

Working as quickly as possible, she had just started throwing together the batter for the pancakes when 6 am rolled around. She listened for the sound of his alarm, just in case, and breathed out in relief when she only heard silence. But the change of time still set her on edge. This made her a little sloppier, sprinkles of flour settling on the counter and bits of egg shell needing to be picked from the bowl. She’d been practicing the dish at home since she’d first had the idea to surprise him, but she hadn’t anticipated cracking under pressure.

The large window nearby showed the city below her and the sky that was shifting into dawn. It was a sight she never grew tired of, and when she ended up staring for a little too long, a bit of batter split over the edge of the bowl as she stirred. She sighed, quickly wiping it up and turning on the stove.

The first few pancakes that came out of the pan were slightly too brown, but she was determined to keep trying until she had prepared a breakfast that she could be proud of. Or until she ran out of time.

As she flipped over her fourth attempt, she let out a silent cheer at the golden-brown that appeared before her. But her joy was quickly replaced with fear as a high-pitched meow rang through the kitchen.  

She gasped, jumping out of her skin and turning to look at Elizabeth the 3rd as she stood at the entrance to the kitchen. The cat’s innocent blue eyes were glued to her in a voiceless question, her white, fluffy tail pausing in the air like a question mark.

“It’s just me,” she whispered, holding her heart as she calmed her breathing. Elizabeth let out another happy meow, walking over to rub against the back of her legs.

She shook her head at how frightened she’d gotten, resuming her cooking until a thought dawned on her.

If Elizabeth was awake, then that meant--

“Darling?” she heard before her tired brain could complete the thought. She turned her head towards the entrance once more, seeing Jumin standing where Elizabeth had just been.

“Hi,” she breathed out, unable to help the smile that turned her mouth upwards despite the fact that she’d been caught.

As much as she loved watching the sunrise from the penthouse, her fiancé was a much prettier sight in the mornings. His eyes flew around the room as she took in his appearance, her heart fluttering happily.

She couldn’t decide what about him in the morning was her favorite. She was pretty sure it was the way his hair was sticking up in all the usual places despite the hand she could tell he’d run through it. But the robe that showed up occasionally -- the soft, lavender-colored silk robe that exposed just enough of his bare chest to make her blush -- was a close second.

Or maybe it was the way he looked a little lost, his dark silver eyes landing back on her as he let his lips part to finally ask the question that hung in the air. But she beat him to it, completing her growing smile into a happy grin.

“Happy birthday!” she exclaimed, momentarily abandoning her attempt at breakfast to walk over to him. She watched his eyes light up, a gentle smile gracing his lips as she wrapped her arms around his middle. A low chuckle resonated through his chest as his arms settled around her shoulders, and she sighed into his embrace happily.

“Are you making strawberry pancakes?” he asked. She pulled away to look at him, seeing a hint of amusement in his eyes. She smiled, nodding.

“Do you feel like eating?” she wondered, her hands coming to rest against his sides as she looked up at him. He glanced down at her briefly, but then his gaze moved behind her once more.

“Of course,” he replied, letting his hands fall from her shoulders. “But I think that one is burning.” Her face fell before she rushed back over to the stove to see tendrils of smoke rising from underneath the pancake that she’d thought would be perfect. She flipped it over, sighing when she was met with the sight of a charred pancake.

Jumin let out another soft chuckle as he moved over to the stove, and she shot him a defeated look before dumping the failed attempt in the trash.

“How about you let me finish these?” he asked, extending a hand towards her in hopes of receiving the spatula from her. She narrowed her eyes at him, placing the pan back on the stove.

“But it’s your birthday,” she protested, a small pout coming to rest on her lips. “Let me do this for you,” she offered, not expecting such a warm look from him in response.

“The fact that you’re here is more than enough,” he told her, his voice dropping barely above a whisper. The simple statement made butterflies flutter in her stomach, a light blush warming her cheeks.

“I’m happy to help,” he continued, still waiting for her to give him the spatula. She pursed her lips, reluctantly handing it to him. She was about to step away when his other hand caught her waist as she leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. This only made her blush more, her eyes staring up at him for an explanation.

“I love you,” he spoke with a smile before turning back to the stove. Her heart was racing, leaving her standing dazed in the middle of the kitchen. After a long moment, she came back down to earth, tasking herself with cleaning up the mess she’d made and setting out plates and cutlery at the dining table. She wasn’t able to wipe the grin off her face.

She watched her fiancé effortlessly whip up two stacks of pancakes, and Elizabeth followed her around as she finished cleaning up.

When everything was ready, they sat down at the dining table and began to eat. Jumin always preferred to listen to her talk in the mornings while he finished waking up. He was consistently interested in what she’d done the previous day, what she’d had for dinner if they hadn’t eaten together, and how she’d slept. She would never get over the look in his eyes and the undivided attention he gave her while she talked.

After they’d finished, she moved to take their plates back to the kitchen, but he stopped her with a gentle hand on her wrist.

“Leave that for now, and come here,” Jumin spoke, releasing her wrist to offer his hand. She took it without hesitation, following him curiously as he led her towards the window. The sun had finally risen over the horizon, bathing the city in a warm glow that reminded her of how her heart felt with her hand in his.

When she stopped beside him, he intertwined his fingers with hers, and she looked up at him. He turned to meet her gaze, smiling warmly. She couldn’t deny that he looked happy, and if she’d helped cause that, then her surprise hadn’t been a total failure. Even if she’d failed at making pancakes.

She watched as he leaned down and cupped her cheek gently, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that tasted of syrup and strawberries. He let the kiss linger but kept it chaste, pulling away to look into her eyes.

“What was that for?” she asked breathily, seeing a hint of pink settling onto his cheeks.

“To thank you for being in my life and making this the best birthday I’ve ever had,” he answered softly, his thumb stroking her cheek. She blinked at him, a warm feeling of complete adoration for the man in front of her spreading through her whole body.

“It’s only just started,” she reminded him, watching his eyebrows raise and his smile widen.

“It’s already the best,” he said, making her heart swell as she pulled him in for another sweet kiss.

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aaaah thank you all for reading! i hope you all enjoyed!

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