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[kunfuseddd]

Can we get an obsessive and possessive Hendery x reader 😣

Yours, Always

A/n- Your request it's my demand i hope you enjoy it !!! Guys sorry for not posting but my mental health it's really been down i try posting more and again thank for so much support under my works i really appreciate it

DISCLAIMER - Im not romanizing toxic behavior in relationships it's just fiction and it's request I don't support toxic behavior but it's just a fiction nothing real

W.c - 3k

Paring - hendery x yn

Genre - Obsessive Love Best Friends to Lovers | Very Suggestive | Dark Romance with a Happy Ending

Warnings - mentions of sex nsfw content toxic behavior

I always thought I knew Hendery.

Loud. Laughing. Loyal.

The kind of best friend who showed up at your apartment at 3 a.m. with your favorite snacks when you cried over dumb exes. The kind of best friend who knew exactly when to make you laugh and when to just sit in silence. The kind of best friend you could swear would never cross a line.

Until he did.

Until I did.

Until everything between us started to taste like secrets.

It started with Ten.

He was charming, gorgeous, talented—of course I fell for him. Who wouldn’t? We met through Hendery, ironically enough. They were in the same group, always dancing, joking, and performing together. It felt easy to say yes when Ten asked me out.

Hendery smiled when I told him. Hugged me. Said he was happy for me.

But I saw the way his eyes didn’t match the curve of his lips. I saw the twitch in his jaw when I said Ten made me laugh so hard I cried.

I just didn’t understand it. Not then.

The changes were small at first. A text from Hendery at 1 a.m.

“Can I come over?”

He looked tired. Worn out. Said he couldn’t sleep. So we watched dumb horror movies and I let him rest his head on my lap like we used to before things felt different. His eyes kept drifting to my neck—where Ten had left a faint purple bruise. His fingers itched toward it, hovered, then retreated like they’d been burned.

“You really like him?” he asked softly.

“I think I do,” I whispered, not realizing that answer would be the fuse.

Ten started pulling away.

He missed a date. Then two. Canceled last-minute with flimsy excuses. His texts were shorter. Dryer. Something had changed. Something cold.

When I asked, he just shrugged. “I don’t know. It feels... off.”

I didn’t understand. We were perfect. Weren’t we?

Then someone sent him a screenshot.

A message. From my phone.

“Sometimes I think I should’ve picked you instead of Ten.” Sent to Hendery.

Except I never sent it.

Ten never believed me.

I cried to Hendery that night. Shaking, humiliated. My hands trembled as I showed him the messages, the screenshots, begging him to believe I didn’t say it. That something was wrong. That this didn’t make sense.

His arms were around me instantly. His voice low, calming.

“You deserve someone who sees you,” he murmured, fingers brushing my hair back. “Not someone who’s already looking somewhere else.”

I didn’t notice the way his fingers clenched my shirt. Or the way he held me a little too tightly when I broke down.

We started spending more time together after that.

It felt natural. He made me feel safe, seen, important. We fell back into our old rhythm, but this time... it was heavier. More loaded. I’d catch him staring too long. I’d feel his hand on my back linger longer than necessary. He started calling me “baby” in front of others, like it was a joke.

Except it didn’t feel like one.

And when I flirted back, even just lightly, his entire mood would shift into something almost… hungry.

I woke up one night to a message.

“You should be mine.”

Sent from Hendery. Three minutes later, deleted.

I stared at my screen for hours.

The next time he came over, it was storming. He was drenched, hair sticking to his skin, breathing heavy like he’d run the whole way.

“You didn’t answer,” he said, eyes wild.

“Hendery—”

“I’m not crazy,” he snapped, then instantly softened. “I just… I can’t do this anymore.”

I swallowed. “Do what?”

He stepped closer, slow, like a predator circling.

“Pretend I’m okay with someone else having you.”

My breath caught.

His hand came up to my jaw, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes—searching for something. Permission. Hesitation. Fear.

I didn’t give him any.

“You never said anything,” I whispered.

“I didn’t think I needed to,” he murmured, his voice rough. “You were mine before he touched you.”

We kissed.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was desperate, bruising, like years of restraint crumbling all at once. His hands roamed without hesitation, dragging me against him like he was starving and I was the only thing that could fix it. I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, sucking hard where the old bruise had faded.

“I want you to forget every time he touched you,” Hendery growled against my skin. “I want you to remember it’s me now. Only me.”

He pushed me down onto the couch, body over mine, heavy and commanding. My heart was racing, not with fear, but something hotter. Darker.

“Hendery…” I whispered, breathless.

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you’re mine.”

I stared up at him, pulse thundering, and said the one word I didn’t know I meant until it came out:

“Yes.”

He was insatiable after that.

We never made it to the bedroom that night. Or the next. He left marks—faint teeth prints on my shoulder, fingerprints on my thighs. He whispered filthy promises in my ear, things no best friend should ever say.

But I loved every second of it.

I loved the way he touched me like I belonged to him.

I loved the way he looked at me like I was his entire universe and nothing else mattered.

And God, the way he kissed me—like he’d waited his whole life and wasn’t going to waste a second more.

Later, tangled in my sheets, his voice was low and possessive in my ear.

“I wanted to ruin him,” he confessed, lips brushing my shoulder. “Every time he made you smile, I wanted to rip it away. I couldn’t stand it.”

“You did,” I said softly.

He chuckled darkly. “I know.”

“You’re terrible.”

“I’d do worse for you.”

I turned to face him, eyes searching his.

“Would you really?”

His expression softened just a little—but the hunger in his eyes didn’t fade.

“I already have.”

A few months passed.

No one questioned us. They’d always said we were too close. That it was bound to happen. They didn’t know the full story. Didn’t know what it cost.

Didn’t know how Ten started keeping his distance like I was dangerous.

Didn’t know how Hendery smiled a little too smugly every time someone else looked at me and I turned back to him.

He was sweet in public. Soft hands, inside jokes, laughter.

But in private, he was a storm.

“You’re mine, baby,” he’d whisper when he had me pinned beneath him, every thrust deeper than the last. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” I’d moan, fingers gripping the sheets, dizzy with how good he made me feel.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours, Hendery—only yours.”

And every time, he’d finish with a groan like it broke him to hear it.

It was obsessive. Twisted. Intense.

But I’d never been happier.

Maybe I should’ve felt guilty. Maybe I should’ve hated him for manipulating everything.

But when his arms wrapped around me and he buried his face in my neck like I was the only thing keeping him sane, I knew the truth:

I loved him, too.

In every dark, messy, possessive way he loved me—I loved him back.

THE END

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hii do u think we could get a kun roommates to lovers??? it’s okay if you’re too busy this is my first time sending a request😭😭😭 <33

Close Quarters

W.c - 3.8k

Pairing - kun x y/n

Warnings - nsfw content kissing making out sex mentioned

Genre - roommates to lovers

A/n - Aaah tysm for request i hope you enjoy the fic and it met your expectations remember guys anyone can request anything I'll write it for you !!! And i wanted to thank you guys for so many likes and reblogs it means so much to me I'm so thankful for the support

You and Kun we're best friends since middle school , he was everything you could ever dreamed of, but there was one big problem he sees you as his sister not a woman he could fall in love with . Kun and you meet in middle school by sitting at lunch together , this meant everything to you since you were always seen as a weirdo in school but he was the first one to see a person in you , that made you fall in love with him. This crush continues since that lunch whole middle school highschool and now you two are living together as "besties"

You really see him as your best friend but also a lover , he was perfect . Deep inside you knew you should confess this feeling to him because he probably won't feel the same and you'll just ruin the whole friendship so you keept this feelings deep inside your heart. Now that you guys are living together it's getting harder and harder to hide those feelings .

What's your plans for Tonight kun?

You asked him while making dinner for you two

Kun entered the kitchen and grabbed water from the fridge

Umm i don't really have plans how about a movie night just you and me???

You felt butterflies in your stomach

That's really good idea!!!

Okay so I'm going to head out to the store for snacks see you later

he waved at you and left .

You started to tidy up the whole apartment pick up laundry clean up the living room for your movie night .

You always pick the saddest movies

Kun teased, nudging your shoulder.

Oh, please

You shot back with a grin.

You’re the one who cries at them

Kun scoffed, crossing his arms.

Lies. That was just one time

You arched an eyebrow.

The Notebook. Titanic. That Christmas movie last year

Okay, okay!

Kun laughed, shaking his head.

Maybe I just have a soft spot for good love stories

You turned back to the screen, though your heart raced. A love confession was happening on-screen, and the timing felt too perfect, almost taunting. You stole a glance at Kun, who was already looking at you

The air between you two changed. No more teasing, no more distractions—just the quiet hum of emotions neither had spoken aloud.

You ever think about us?

Kun asked, voice softer now.

All the time

You gulped

Kun’s lips parted slightly, as if surprised, but then a slow smile crept onto his face.

Then maybe we should stop thinking and just..

You barely had time to respond before Kun leaned in. Your breaths mingled for a second before your lips met, soft and lingering, as if sealing every unsaid word between you two.

He started to wrap his hands around your hips you did the same with his neck, things started to get more heated pure kiss turned into desperate making out session .

Do you wanna maybe take things to my bedroom Kun said as he pulled away from the kiss.

Yes please

you breathed out

He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom closed the door and layed you onto the bed. The air between you was thick with something unspoken, something that has been simmering for too long. The moment Kun’s lips crash into yours, all hesitation dissolves. His hands roam your body, fingers tracing over every inch of skin with a reverence that makes your breath hitch.

He presses you down into the sheets, the weight of him grounding you, making you feel like nothing exists beyond this moment beyond the way his body fits against yours so perfectly. There’s no urgency, only the slow, deliberate unraveling of restraint, the quiet sighs and murmured names that slip between kisses.

His touch is fire and tenderness all at once, his hands gripping your hips as he moves with me, as you two find a rhythm that feels inevitable, like you two always meant to be here. Each movement draws a soft gasp from your lips, his name a whispered prayer against his skin.

The world narrows to the heat between you two , the press of his body, the way his breath stutters when you pull him closer. It’s overwhelming and consuming, and yet, somehow, it feels like home.

And as you two fall apart together, your bodies trembling in the aftershocks, he doesn’t let go. His fingers caressing your back , his forehead pressing against yours.

Do you regret it?

He asked breathing heavily

No , I've always dreamed of this moment

you said hugging him tighter melting into his skin

Really?

Yeah i have crush on you I'm thinking about you everyday every moment every second since that one lunch in middle school

you said blushing

Me too i was so scared to confess but i just couldn't wait any longer that moment felt perfect said kun

You both looked deep into each others eyes realizing that Nothing will be the same, you finally know your feelings, everything will only get better between you and kun.

I love you yn do you know that?

I love you even more Kun do you know that?

You both laughed softly and kissed tenderly.

For the rest of night you both stayed wrapped up in blankets cuddling and just thinking about how you both are in love.

THE END

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Home in Each Other

W.c- 1.7 k

Warnings- kissing other than that pure fluff

Pairing-yn x mark lee

Genre- long term relationship non idol au

A/n- Hi guys tysm for so many likes on my haechan chemistry fic i am so so happy that you guys liked it so much here's a short oneshot i have a big one coming up but here's something for now enjoy!!!

It was a hard day you just moved with your boyfriend of 6 years Mark. All day you just tried to clean up all the mess made by moving things around here and there. It was your first ever apartment you and Mark always dreamed of living together since the beginning of your relationship back then you both knew it was destiny to you and him to live together and be together for good and bad.

-„Mark can you please come get this box?"

You asked it was box full of plushies he got you since begin of your relationship.

-"Coming"

He shouted from the bedroom. He picked up the box and peeked inside.

„Wow you actually keep all of those, every single one?!"

He said in disbelief

„ Of course don't you remember it's our children"

You said smiling. He immediately bursted with laugh and put the box down to hug you.

„ Haha i was joking i love our stuffed children "

You smiled at him and looked at the clock, it was almost midnight when moving in, time flies by in the blink of an eye.

„ It's getting late Mark we should probably quickly take a shower and go to bed "

He smiled and replied

„ Bed ? You mean that mattress laying down on the flor with couple plushies blanket and sleeping bag? "

Mark replied full of joy

„ c'mon it is bed it's really comfortable especially with though that now we are going to sleep together every night"

You said smiling and He kissed you tenderly.

„ Okay let's quickly wash up and go to bed and cuddle my beautiful girlfriend roommate "

He said with excitement . You both take a quick shower change into clean pyjamas and head out to bed.

Now you layied in Mark's warm embrace , snuggling up your face onto his neck , while he slowly petted your back.

„ You know what ? Its our second night in this apartment we aren't even unpacked but I feel the most at home in my life "

You smiled and him and hugged him even harder .

„ I love you Mark you are my home wherever you are i feel like it's my home , You know home is not always walls furniture, sometimes it's your most important thing in your life , which for me it's you"

You said and passionately kissed his forehead

You and Mark continue to just cuddle for the rest of the night. You knew he was your home soulmate and safe place everywhere feels like home with Mark.

The End

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Chemistry Beyond the lab

W.c -3k

Paring -y/n x haechan

Warnings- slightly nswf mentions of characters having sex kissing flirting making out

Genere - study partners to lovers non idol au

A/n - hi guys sorry for not posting i have a lot going on with my disorders and health but i try posting more!!! Hope you like it anyone can request story positive feedback appreciate ENJOY!!

YN never expected Chemistry to be this difficult—or this distracting. It wasn’t the complex equations or endless experiments that threw her off; it was her lab partner, Lee Haechan.

From the moment Professor Suh paired them for the semester-long project, YN knew she was in trouble. Haechan was effortlessly charming, always flashing a teasing smirk, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief. Meanwhile, YN was quiet, focused, and more comfortable with her nose buried in her notebook than engaging in playful banter.

“Looks like we’ll be spending a lot of time together, partner,” Haechan had said on the first day, leaning in just a little too close. “Try not to fall in love with me, okay?

”YN had rolled her eyes, but the way her cheeks burned betrayed her.

Their assignment was to create an experiment that demonstrated chemical equilibrium in action, which meant long hours in the lab together. For the first few weeks, YN tried to keep things strictly professional. She meticulously took notes while Haechan mixed solutions with practiced ease. But he had a way of breaking through her walls.

“YN, you’re too serious,” he teased one evening as they worked late in the lab. “Chemistry should be fun. Passionate. Like love.”

She choked on her breath. “It’s a science, not a romance novel.”

“Why not both?” He winked, and she quickly turned back to her notes, pretending to be unaffected.

But she was.

One evening, they met at YN’s dorm to finalize their project presentation. The tiny desk lamp cast a warm glow as she spread out her notes, and Haechan sprawled on her bed, flipping through their research.

“This is good,” he said, pointing to a paragraph she had written. “You’re brilliant, YN.”

She looked up, surprised. “You actually read my notes?”

“Of course,” he said. “I’m your partner, aren’t I?”

Something in his voice made her stomach flutter. He wasn’t teasing this time.

They worked in quiet harmony, the sound of her pen scratching against paper mixing with his occasional humming. But as the night wore on, Haechan's presence became harder to ignore.

She was hyper-aware of how close he was, the warmth radiating from his body. When he reached across her to grab a book, his fingers brushed against hers. She froze.

“Relax,” he murmured, his lips curving into a knowing smile. “You act like I’m dangerous.”

“Aren’t you?” she shot back, trying to regain control of the situation.

He chuckled. “Only if you want me to be.”

The night before their presentation, they stayed late in the lab, perfecting their experiment. YN was measuring a reagent when she felt Haechan watching her.

“What?” she asked, trying to ignore the way her heart pounded.

“You’re cute when you concentrate,” he said casually.

She nearly dropped the flask. “Haechan.”

“What? It’s true.” He stepped closer, the playful edge in his voice softening. “I like seeing you like this. Passionate. Determined.”

Her breath hitched. He was so close now, the scent of his cologne wrapping around her like a trap.

“This—this isn’t part of the project,” she stammered.

“Maybe not.” He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “But don’t tell me you don’t feel it too.”

Her pulse roared in her ears. Maybe it was the late hour, the exhaustion, or the way he was looking at her, but she gave in.

He kissed her.

It was hesitant at first, almost as if testing the waters. But when she didn’t pull away, he deepened it, his lips moving against hers with a mix of confidence and tenderness. She melted into him, hands gripping the front of his lab coat.

When they finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers.

“That was a pretty good reaction,” he murmured. “Should we test it again?”

She laughed, breathless. “You’re impossible.”

After that night, something shifted between them. The flirting wasn’t just teasing anymore—it was charged with something deeper. Their stolen glances in class lasted a little longer. His touches lingered.

One evening, after another long study session in her dorm, things escalated.

Haechan had been reading over her shoulder, chin nearly resting on her shoulder. She was acutely aware of every breath he took.

“This is torture,” he finally groaned.

She turned to him. “What is?”

“Being this close to you and not being able to do this.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he tilted her chin up and kissed her again. But this time, there was no hesitation. It was deeper, needier. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her onto his lap.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as he trailed kisses down her jaw, whispering her name like a prayer.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured, his voice rough.

But she didn’t. She wanted this—him.

The rest of the night was a blur of heat and whispered names, of tangled sheets and soft moans. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced—intense, electrifying, perfect.

The next morning, she woke up to the feeling of fingers tracing lazy circles on her bare shoulder.

“Morning, beautiful,” Haechan murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

She buried her face in the pillow. “This is a bad idea.”

He chuckled. “Too late for that.”

She sighed, rolling over to face him. “What does this mean for us?”

He propped himself up on one elbow, studying her. “It means I really, really like you.”

Her heart skipped. “You do?”

“Of course.” He brushed a kiss against her forehead. “I didn’t flirt with you all semester just for fun. Well—partly for fun. But mostly because I wanted you to notice me.”

She smiled. “I noticed.”

“Good.” He grinned. “Now, let’s ace this project and make it official after.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it.”

Maybe she did.

And maybe, just maybe, their chemistry wasn’t just confined to the lab.

The end!!!!!

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Roomates ~ Nomin

W.c 2k

Pairing jeno x jaemin

Warnings none ¡!!! / All i write is FICTION

Genre roomates to lovers /non idol au

A/n- hey so it's my first one shot/fiction i hope y'all guys like it tried my best i wanna say I'm open for request you can request anything and I'll write it for you and tag you!!! ( I do not write about minors only exception) Enjoy!!!!

Jaemin lugged his last suitcase into the shared apartment and let out a long sigh. The place wasn’t much—an older building with creaky floors and a slightly faded charm—but it was affordable and close to campus. Plus, the landlord had assured him his new roommate, Jeno, was quiet and neat.

As Jaemin straightened up and dusted off his hands, the door to the other bedroom opened, revealing a lean figure in a hoodie and sweatpants. Jeno had messy black hair and kind eyes, though they were slightly wary as he glanced at Jaemin.

“You must be Jaemin,” Jeno said, his voice calm but measured.

“And you must be Jeno,” Jaemin replied with a small smile, sticking out his hand.

Jeno hesitated for a moment before shaking it. His grip was firm, his palm warm.

Jaemin decided then that he liked Jeno. Or, at least, he liked the idea of him.

---

The first week of living together was quiet. Jeno had a disciplined routine: early morning runs, long hours in the library, and late-night gaming sessions. He wasn’t unfriendly, but he wasn’t exactly warm either. Jaemin, on the other hand, was bright and animated, always looking for ways to make their shared space feel like home.

“Hey,” Jaemin said one evening as Jeno sat at the kitchen table with his laptop, “do you want to have dinner together?”

Jeno looked up, startled. “Oh. Uh, sure.”

Jaemin grinned. “Great! I made kimchi fried rice. Enough for two.”

He placed a steaming plate in front of Jeno, who blinked at it, then at Jaemin.

“You didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” Jaemin interrupted. “Roommates eat together, right?”

Jeno hesitated again but eventually picked up his chopsticks. The first bite made him pause.

“This is… really good,” he said, looking genuinely surprised.

Jaemin laughed, a soft, musical sound that filled the small kitchen. “Thanks. My grandma taught me.”

It was the first time Jeno smiled at him, and Jaemin decided he liked that too.

---

Days turned into weeks, and the two of them fell into a rhythm. Jaemin was a natural at bringing warmth into the apartment. He’d string up fairy lights in the living room, leave sticky notes with silly drawings on Jeno’s door, and play upbeat music while cooking.

Jeno, despite his initial reserve, found himself drawn to Jaemin’s energy. He’d linger in the kitchen to watch Jaemin hum along to songs or laugh at his own jokes. It was subtle at first—an extra minute here, a curious glance there—but it grew.

One evening, Jaemin came home drenched from the rain. He was shivering, his usually styled hair plastered to his forehead. Jeno looked up from his spot on the couch, alarmed.

“Did you forget an umbrella?” Jeno asked, standing up.

Jaemin nodded, teeth chattering. “Got caught in the storm.”

Without a word, Jeno disappeared into his room and returned with a towel. He draped it over Jaemin’s head and began drying his hair, his movements firm but gentle.

Jaemin froze, startled by the sudden closeness. He could feel the warmth of Jeno’s hands through the towel, the faint scent of his soap.

“You’re going to catch a cold,” Jeno muttered, more to himself than to Jaemin.

Jaemin tilted his head up, their faces inches apart. “Thanks,” he said softly.

Jeno’s eyes flickered to Jaemin’s lips before he pulled back abruptly, clearing his throat. “Change into something warm,” he said, turning away. “I’ll make tea.”

Jaemin stood there for a moment, his heart pounding. Something unspoken hung in the air between them, but neither of them was ready to name it.

---

As the weeks turned into months, the unspoken connection between them deepened. They found comfort in the quiet moments: Jeno teaching Jaemin how to play video games, Jaemin convincing Jeno to try yoga, late-night conversations that started as small talk and ended with them sharing childhood stories.

One night, Jaemin woke up to the sound of Jeno’s door creaking open. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, as Jeno appeared in the doorway of his room.

“Jeno?” Jaemin whispered, concerned.

“I… I had a nightmare,” Jeno admitted, his voice barely audible.

Without hesitation, Jaemin scooted over and patted the empty space beside him. “Come here.”

Jeno hesitated before climbing into the bed. They lay side by side in the dim light, the silence filled with unspoken comfort.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” Jaemin said, his voice soft. “But I’m here.”

Jeno turned to face him, his eyes searching Jaemin’s face. “Why are you always so kind to me?”

Jaemin frowned. “What kind of question is that?”

“I don’t know,” Jeno said, his voice cracking slightly. “I guess… I’m not used to it.”

Jaemin’s heart ached at the vulnerability in Jeno’s voice. Without thinking, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Jeno’s forehead.

“You deserve kindness, Jeno,” he said firmly. “Don’t ever think otherwise.”

For a moment, Jeno didn’t respond. Then, almost imperceptibly, he leaned into Jaemin’s touch.

---

The shift in their relationship was subtle but undeniable. They gravitated toward each other, their connection growing deeper with each passing day. Jeno started leaving little gifts for Jaemin—a bag of his favorite snacks, a playlist of songs he thought Jaemin would like. Jaemin, in turn, became more tactile, resting his head on Jeno’s shoulder while watching movies or casually holding his hand during late-night walks.

One evening, they found themselves on the couch, sharing a blanket as a movie played in the background. Jaemin’s head was on Jeno’s shoulder, his eyes half-closed.

“Jeno,” Jaemin murmured.

“Yeah?”

Jaemin hesitated, his fingers nervously twisting the edge of the blanket. “Do you ever think about… us?”

Jeno’s body tensed, and for a moment, Jaemin regretted asking. But then Jeno turned to him, his expression unreadable.

“All the time,” Jeno admitted.

Jaemin’s breath caught. “And?”

Jeno reached out, his hand cupping Jaemin’s cheek. His thumb brushed against Jaemin’s skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

“And I think I’m falling for you,” Jeno whispered.

Jaemin’s eyes widened, his heart racing. “Jeno…”

Before he could say anything else, Jeno leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was gentle and warm, the culmination of months of unspoken feelings.

When they pulled away, Jaemin was smiling, his cheeks flushed. “I think I’m falling for you too.”

Jeno let out a small laugh, relief evident in his eyes. “Good.”

---

From that moment on, their relationship shifted again, but this time it was filled with a new kind of tenderness. They still teased each other, still had their late-night talks and shared meals, but now there were kisses in the kitchen, stolen moments of affection, and whispered words of love.

They became each other’s safe space, their shared apartment a sanctuary from the outside world. And as they navigated the ups and downs of life together, one thing remained constant: their love for each other.

Because sometimes, love doesn’t come in a grand, dramatic moment. Sometimes, it’s found in the quiet, everyday moments—like sharing a meal, drying someone’s hair, or simply being there when they need you most.

And for Jaemin and Jeno, that was more than enough.

End!!!

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