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Normally we would celebrate in the early evening, before the sun went down and before the night sky painted itself with billions of stars. This time around, however, we were well into the night, pushing the celebration because Byeongkwan had one final make up test to complete before his semester was over. Donghun and I agreed to wait for him and set out on foot just as the sun was sinking down over the horizon.

We ate and drank to our heart's content, laughing and complaining about the semesters passed and how they compared to this most recent one. It was almost midnight when Byeongkwan called it quits, having overstuffed himself on appetizers, he was ready to get to his dorm to begin a heavy sleeping period. I was ready to leave by that point, wanting to get sufficient sleep so I could enjoy the break I had before having to go back to school.

"As much as I love drinking away the night with my two favorite boys, my bed is beckoning me to it." I state dramatically as I stand to collect my things, getting ready to leave.

"I'm sure you're not the only one it's beckoning." Byeongkwan smirks at Donghun, before groaning at the fullness of his stomach as he lays his head on the table.

"Really smooth there." I chuckle as I ruffle his hair, not phased by his teasing of Donghun coming home with me.

"Please make sure he gets home safe." I tell Donghun as I wrap my arms around his shoulders as I stand behind him, my head on his shoulder as I turn to look at him, his face close to mine.

"Wait, are you walking home alone?" Donghun asks as he grabs my arms, keeping me pressed against his back.

"Who else would I walk with?" I question with a small laugh. "I'll text you when I get there."

I make a move to detach from Donghun, however his hands keep me there.

"It's almost midnight I don't want you going alone." Donghun whispers, worry etched into his furrowed eyebrows.

"Donghun, someone has to get Byeongkwan home too." I remind him, us both looking at the miserable boy with his head still on the table.

Donghun looks around the restaurant, spotting some familiar face at the bar seating area. "Seyoon."

I follow his eyes, looking at the boy who was in our major, one who was quiet and kept to himself, however had quite the relationship with Byeongkwan and Donghun.

"Donghun, you don't have to go through the trouble, I'll be fine and I'll call you if I see anyone sketchy."

"It's not good enough." He grunts as he stands, my arms falling at his sides as he begins to approach Seyoon. "I'll walk you home."

That was how I ended side by side next to Lee Donghun who was taking me home on a cool autumn night. Normally we were talkative and loud, however, Donghun's shoulders were tense and his guard was up as we walked down the sidewalk. I tried to engage him in a conversation, get his attention anyway I could think of, but he would only keep his attention on me for a few moments before his eye would train forward again.

I sigh as I wrap my arms around one of his arms, letting our body heat mingle as it wards of the chill of the crisp air. Donghun looks at me, shock written on his face.

"Did I get the ever confident Donghun to stumble a bit?" I smirk at him, making him scoff as a smile appears on his face.

"You caught me off guard."

"If you werent so on guard for taking me home you would've been ready for it."

Donghun looks at me again, his steps slower but not fully stopped. "I only want you to get home safe."

I smile at him with fondness, reaching one hand to intertwine my fingers with his to squeeze it in reassurance.

"Thank you for worrying about me."

At that moment, a large clanging was heard, making Donghun swing the arm I was one behind him, shielding me behind his body. A white cat jumps from an alleyway, a trash can lid spinning out behind him.

I burst into laughter. "It was just a cat, Donghun."

"Well now I know it's a cat." He pouts, looking away from me.

I shake my head as I start to continue walking, however Donghun walks next to me before surpassing me, continuing to keep me shielded with his body. I smile at his protectiveness as I feel a sudden warmth in my chest, a warmth I had felt with Donghun before but elected to ignore, however this was one was as strong as it had ever been, making my face heat up as well.

It wasn't long before we reached my dorm, the bright street lights illuminating the entire vicinity of the building, making it hard for anyone to hide around the girls dorms. I enter the code to get into the building, seeing my room as I walk through.

"This is me." I whisper to Donghun, releasing his arm, but keeping his fingers intertwined with mine.

"I'm glad you're home safe."

"Now, how will you get home safe?" I ask him, stepping closer to him, my hand finding his other hand to intertwine.

"I can text you when I get home." He suggests, a large smile on his face as he pulls my body closer.

"Or..." I trail of, my arms releasing his hands to loop around his waist. "You could come inside and go home when it's safe in the morning."

"That sounds like an interesting proposition." Donghun whispers as he leans his head towards me.

I walk backwards into my door, pulling Donghun along with me. His hand finds the back of my neck, pulling my lips towards his in a heated kiss. His other hand rests on my door above my head as he presses his body against mine. I groan out against his mouth, trying to get my door open with one hand. I pull away from him, his lips following mine, forcing me to turn my head so I could look at the door knob. With my neck now exposed to him, Donghun attaches his lips to the side of my neck, nipping at the skin gently and leaving little kisses over them after. My back pushes off the door, further into his body before I twist the knob, both of us stumbling into my room. Donghun turns me around and pushes me against the inside of the door, effectively closing it and giving us the privacy we needed.

The tv screen shone through, illuminating the dark living room, being watched by Hongjoong and I.

The two of us had only been dating for a few weeks, so this relationship was a new thing to the both of us.

The movie was intense but not horror, it was enough to make us jump a couple of times from jump scares.

Hongjoong and I were sitting as far as we could from each other, scared to go any further then where we were because of the newness of our relationship. However, eventually a jump scare came out of nowhere, scaring us both to the center of the couch. We both look at each other, nervously looking away when our eyes met. I pull the blanket closer to me, bringing it up over my head.

“Is it too scary?” He asks quietly, concern filling his voice.

“No...” I trail off, scared to tell him my true reason for my actions.

“Is everything all right?” He presses again, genuinely worried for me.

“I just....” I look off out the window. “It’s because I was blushing so hard.” I whisper quietly.

a silence befalls the room, making my anxiety skyrocket.

“You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?” He asks, leaning closer to me.

I nod feeling embarrassed.

“That’s really cute.” He chuckles quietly.

“It’s not cute.” I huff, crossing my arms defensively.

“Now I need the blanket cause you’re making me blush.” He comments, tugging the blanket towards himself.

“Hongjoong.” I whine as I look at him to see he truly was blushing, making me blush harder.

“Let’s both use the blanket.” He suggests with a silly smile, encasing us both under the blankets.

I can barley make out the outline of his face under the blanket, but I could still see him smile widening with each passing second.

“You’re sweet.” I tell him, snuggling closer to his body.

“Well if I’m sweet then you’re cute.” He counteracts.

“Stop.” I blush, which he can somehow see.

Chris and I sit next to each other in a busy airport waiting for his flight number to be called. It was a bittersweet goodbye that we would be partaking in, but more so sweet than bitter. Chris got accepted into JYP, an entertainment company in Korea where he can live out his dream of creating music and helping ones through said music. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I was elated for him, however my heart was heavy, also, knowing it would be hard to see him. Because of this, we decided to leave as friends.

Chris and I had been dating for a couple months, before that being really close friends, so going back to that wasn’t odd. He was the perfect boyfriend and the person I could see spending the rest of my life with, however the timing wasn’t right for us. Maybe in the future we can revisit, but for now, he needed to chase his dream.

“Flight 328 from Sydney International Airport to Incheon International Airport boarding group A now boarding.” The speakers throughout the airport spoke out, this announcement prompting Chris to stand.

“That’s me.” He said in his strong Australian accent, a smile adorning his face as I stood before him.

“Make sure you text me when you land, I don’t care the time.” I tell him, tears already threatening to spill over. “And just, be yourself and you’ll go so far.”

Chris smiles, wrapping his arms around my torso and burring his face into my shoulder. We hold each other for a few moments before he pulls away and hands me an envelope.

“I bought you a ticket.”

“Chris.” I laugh as the tears fall steadily. “I can’t go with you to Korea even though I really want to.”

“It’s not for today.” He reassures with a warm smile. “6 months from now I booked you a ticket to stay two weeks in Seoul. If you want to take this flight, we can go for coffee.”

She smiles, taking the envelope and holding it with her two hands as she looks at the brown paper folded neatly. She wraps her arms around his neck, breathing in his scent as the loud speakers announce the boarding again.

“I have to go.” He whispers, pulling apart and kissing the top of my head.

He gathers his luggage, rolling to the door that lead to his plane. He turns one final time, offering me a smile before I shout loud enough for him to hear.

“I’ll see you in six months!”

It was a late stormy night that looked over the city of Seoul. Everyone was settled in their homes on this dreary weekend, enjoying the company of their families.

Byeongkwan and I were ready to start our two weeks of his free schedule. He didn’t have a lot of time off, so these two weeks were very exciting for us. We planned to do everything we've always wanted to do as a couple.

For the most part we worked out together, our bodies getting plenty of exercise from the amount of time we were spending on them. We went out for runs and spent nights out enjoying the night life Korea had to offer. We met up with the other members for lunch and dinner on occasion.

We were home one night, exhausted from all our previous nights of staying out late catching up with us. We decided to stay in this night and relax, Byeongkwan teaching me some easy dance moves that weren't too strenuous. During one of our rest periods I turned to Byeongkwan with a mischievous smile.

"Do you know the game 'Too Hot'?"

He looks over to me, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Taking his facial expression as a 'no', I sit up, sitting directly in front of him.

"All you have to do, is not touch me." I explain to him. "And I can't touch you either."

His smile matches my mischievousness as he scoots closer to me so our knees were touching. "Just my hands can't touch you right?"

I nod in answer. He leans forward, his lips nearing mine as his smile never leaves. I place my hands on the floor, pushing my body forward to meet him halfway. Our lips meet in a slow kiss, our lips only meshing together but not moving.

He makes the first move as his lips encase mine, making me do the same. His tongue peaks out to mingle with mine, his breath coming from his nose and fanning over my face, forcing me to resist the urge to pull his head closer to me. He pulls away, licking my lips over as he does, his smile now a smirk as his lips meet my jaw. His small kisses go across my jaw, leaving a small bite under my ear as his lips travel further down. My breath hitches as Byeongkwan sucks the skin of my neck, sucking for only a second before traveling down to continue his mensurations. He reaches my collarbone, biting the skin there as his hot breath heats my skin.

I whimper when he speaks, his voice much deeper causing my brain to go fuzzy. "This game feels too easy."

"You can't undress me." I tell him, knowing he was going to try and attack my chest knowing it was a weak spot.

"Baby, you can't change the rules halfway through." He chuckles, his laugh a deep laugh as he looks up at me from where his attack on my collarbones stopped.

His voiced dropped into a low whisper. "You just said I couldn't use hands."

With the words left in the air, he grabs the button on my shirt with his teeth, maintaining eye contact as he pulls the button from the hole in the fabric, exposing more of my chest. I gasp, his intense gaze seeming to dance with fire as his breath fanned over my chest. His teeth grab the second button, unbuttoning it faster than the first before he licks from my chest back up to where he left off at my collarbones. His kisses and sucks continue down my chest until his lips meet the top of my bra line.

"Byeongkwan, please." I beg breathlessly as my breathing becomes labored.

"It's important to me..." He trails off as his lips drag across my skin from my chest to my mouth where he leaves a passionate kiss. He pulls away only enough to speak, his lips brushing mine at certain words. "That you admit you lost."

I groan in frustration, my desire to win faltering at his words. "Will you touch me?"

"As much as you want, Baby." He smirks as he pecks my lips.

I react immediately, reaching my hands for the back of his head to force his lips onto mine. Byeongkwan smirks into the kiss, reaching his hands to pull me into his lap by my thighs, effectively declaring my loss in the game.

It had been three months since Donghun had left for their world tour. For any couple, three months would be a long time, but it was especially long because prior to leaving he was practicing and preparing for their trip.

He was supposed to get in today, some time late at night. Hae and I waited up for him, watching the hours on the clock tick away as midnight quickly approached. Hae had fallen asleep in her bed, purring softly as she slept. I was browsing my phone, waiting for a message or call from him.

Just before midnight, I heard the locks twist on our front door. Hae awoke suddenly due to the noise and I jerked my head towards the door. Donghun entered the room, his mask covered his lower face while his hood covered most of his upper face. He wore sweatpants with his tour hoodie, making me want to cuddle him immediately. He shuffles into the living room when he spots Hae and I.

“Oh.” He replies in surprise. “You guys are still up?”

Hae jumps down to greet him, rubbing against his legs and meowing softly.

I smile at the scene. “We waited up for you.”

Donghun pulls his hoodie back and his mask off his face as he leans down to pick up Hae, holding her close as she looked up at him.

I stood from the couch, turning on the light so I could see him better. The light illuminated him, making my heart flutter at seeing him in person after so long. His brown hair was slightly messy, due to it being confined to the hoodie for so long, his eyes were shinning as they looked at Hae, and his teeth peaked from behind his lips because of his wide smile.

I could feel a heat run through my body, not having seen him over the past four months I realized how much I really wanted him in that moment.

He looked up at me, making me smile, trying to hide the desire I was feeling. His smiling face went serious as his glossy eyes looked me over once, making me feel hot again.

“We should go to bed.” He clears his throat, placing Hae in her bed by the window.

“Yes, let’s.” I nod, passing by him to our bedroom, him following behind me.

We enter the room and Donghun closes the door behind us. I turn to face him, our eyes meeting and holding each other’s gaze.

“I missed you.” I tell him.

“I missed you too.” He breathes.

After moments of silence, we both rush towards the other, grabbing the others face to push our lips into the other's. We pour all of our feelings into the kiss, just enjoying the slow movements of our lips after having been away for so long. I slowly move my arms around his back, pulling him closer to him, but also feeling his tensing muscles below his hoodie. He breaths out as he uses one hand to grab the back of my neck, pulling me closer to his lips as his other hand travels to my hip, grasping it gently. He introduces our tongues together, adding to the heated kiss.

“God, I missed you so much.” He groans out after he pulls away for a moment to catch his breath.

I reach my hands down to his hoodie, pulling it over his head quickly.

“I’ve missed all of you.” I tell him, admiring his current form.

My hands reach out to his chest, sliding them up to his shoulders. He smirks at me before kissing me again, his hand reaching for the bottom of my shirt.

He pulls away from my mouth, just enough to where our lips were still together, but where he could still make his next statement. “Show me how much you missed me.”

Jongho walked into the charming flower shop that was at the end of his small town. The windows were lined with perfect colorful flowers that ranged in size and shape. All of them happily basking in the June morning sun.

"Jongho?" A female voice calls from inside a room further into the shop.

Jongho feels his heartbeat pick up slightly at hearing the familiar voice. One he had come to know well over the 3 years he had worked with her in her flower shop. Jongho had come looking for a temporary job over the summer months to hold him over until his other jobs started in the late fall. He knew nothing about flowers, or even cared much about them. But he didn't plan on staying long so that wouldn't matter.

His boss was a younger woman, younger than him by a few years. She had inherited the flower shop from her father after he died in a car crash a few year prior. Her smile was always bright and cheerful whenever she met him, making him feel drawn to her.

He started delivering flowers for her to people that wanted them delivered to their homes or offices for loved ones. After a month of delivering flowers for her, Jongho began to have feelings for her he didn't plan on having. Often he would stay late helping her clean up the shop after hours even though she always assured him it wasn't necessary. But as a result of him helping out often and talking late into the nights with her, their relationship bloomed and they steadily got closer until now they were good friends.

Jongho takes a deep breath to soothe his racing heart as he replies, "Hey, it's just me."

Jongho smiles widely as she walks out of the room she had been in. Her hands covered in potting soil and her apron dirty and smeared.

"You're here early today." She says cheerfully, placing a freshly potted plant on the countertop.

"I thought maybe you could use the help." Jongho answers sheepishly. Purely making up lame excuses to be around her more.

She smiles at him warmly, making a blush creep from his neck to his cheeks. Turning them a rosy color he hoped she didn't notice.

"You really should take a rest day, Jongho." She tells me more sternly as she wipes her hands off on her already dirty apron. "I can manage the shop and deliveries a day."

"I know." Jongho answers mildly. "But I like working here with you. It gives me something to do with my day."

Her smile widens at him, making Jongho's heart race in his chest again. He looks down at the polished wooden floor and avoids her gaze.

"So do you need me to help you with anything?" He asks again quietly.

This time she gives up trying to talk him into having a rest day and answers, "We don't have any requests for a delivery yet. But if you want to help me weed out the flower bed out front I would appreciate it." She says sweetly, making Jongho smile down at her.

"I can do that." He says, going to grab a pair of gardening gloves from a small box by the door.

Jongho did his task well, but his work was slowed exponentially because he could hear her soft voice humming soft tunes. His hands would shake so the weeds were harder to get rid of than he anticipated.

She eventually walked up to him, smiling at him as she looked over his progress. "Do you mind if I help?"

Jongho smiles and nods, telling her he didn't mind at all. Her humming continues as they finish the weeds. She teased him about his seemingly dazed state, but he brushes it off as just enjoying the scenery of the flowers he doesn't usually get to in the truck.

They hear a swoosh come from the computer, signaling an email order had come through. They both make their way over to the computer, seeing the new order. Jongho freezes as he recognizes the email address, his heart dropping as she opens it.

"Wait!" Jongho halts her movements, stepping in front of the monitor to block her vision of the order. "What if I tried this one?"

"Oh sure you can!" She laughs as she goes to stand next to him. "Let me show you how to do it."

"No!" He squeaks. "I- I mean, no, I'll try it completely on my own."

She gives him a confused look. "Is something wrong?"

He suddenly feels his heart ache as she looks at her worried expression. Her eyes were glossy as she looked at him, making him worry she was creating tears.

Jongho sighs. "I'm sorry... It's just..." She tilts his chin so he will look in to her eyes.

"Is there something wrong with this order?"

"I know who sent it in and I just didn't want you to see." He explains.

Her eyes get glossier, making Jongho panic on the inside. Her hands rub together nervously.

"Is it a girlfriend?" She asks with caution.

Jongho shakes his head quickly. "No, no it's nothing like that..."

Jongho steps away from the monitor, the reveal making him intake a sharp breath at the boldness of his friend, San, who was the one who had sent the email. She surveys the order, looking between Jongho and the screen.

The order had Jongho groaning and dropping his head into his hands. The order San placed was a dozen roses, from Jongho to her.

"I'm very confused?" She frowns at Jongho.

Jongho stands, going through the rows of flowers in the shop. She watches him carefully as he picks through the red roses. He wraps them beautifully before returning to her behind the desk.

"I like you." He admits, his eyes darting around, only meeting hers for a few seconds at a time. "I really like you and my friends have been trying to get me to confess to you for years and I guess they decided to push me this way."

She stays quiet as she registers his words.

"And it seems as though these are for you, although I wish they could've been from me in reality."

He takes her silence as a rejection, stepping back to leave the shop. He feels her hand on his wrist, making him look up to see her smiling face.

"I like you too, Jongho." She begins, holding the roses in her other hand. "I have liked you a long time, but I knew originally you weren't planning on staying at the shop long so I never said anything."

Jongho's smile widens as he hugs her tightly, lifting her to spin her once, making her giggle. He places her down kissing her forehead sweetly before resting his own against hers.

"And also." She whispers, bringing the flowers between them so they cant both look at them. "You friend used a credit card in your name."

Jongho sighs in frustration. "I'm going to kill him."

She laughs as she wraps her arms around his neck. "You can't now, look what he made happen."

I hear our bedroom door open, alerting me of Seyoon’s arrival, his arrival quite loud anyway as he stumbles through the room, not turning on the light.

“You can turn on the light.” I tell him in my groggy state, resting on my forearm to watch his shadow through the darkness.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He whispers in a soft voice.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you’re home.”

“I’m going to take a shower. You go back to sleep.”

His lips make contact with my forehead before his warmth leaves me completely. I hear him shuffle into the bathroom, making me frown as he still didn't turn on the light so he could see easier. I hear the shower turn on, prompting me to sit up in bed, pulling back the covers and feeling my way through the dark to find his clothes, pulling out his pajamas and laying them on the bed.

The shower turns off and the light seeping through the bottom of the door switches off plunging the rooms back into darkness. I get into bed as he finds the pajamas on the bed, putting them on before he rests on the edge of his side, sitting and resting as he enjoys being able to sit.

“How did practice go?”

“Honey, you should be asleep.”

“You should too.”

I sit up, taking the towel around his shoulders, asking him in a quite voice as my hands rest on his shoulders. “Can I dry your hair?”

“You need to sleep.”

“Please let me.” I plead with him, my head resting one of my hands that laid on his shoulder, my head next to his.

He sighs, but not in an irritated way, in a relieved way. He lets out a soft ‘okay’, making me scoot to sit behind him in a more comfortable position. I rub the towel over his wet hair, being gentle and taking time on the ends, occasionally, I would run my fingers through his hair, feeling how much drying it needed. I could feel him nodding off, making me smile, a smile that held a happy sadness.

“It’s dry.” I kiss his cheek before taking the towel to our hamper.

I crawl back into bed, laying next to his already laying form, his arm goes around me and pulls me into his chest, his breath on my collarbone as he rests his head on my chest.

“I love you.” He mumbles into my skin, making me smile.

I kiss the top of his head as I hold him close to my chest. “I love you too.”