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A Taste of Home

Pairing : FELIX X READER (Fluff, dancing, new adventure, Mexican family, mention of drinking) Long Imagine

Summary : Reader brings Felix home to meet her family and her cousin invites them a rodeo

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I could hardly contain my excitement as Felix and I touched down in my hometown. The flight had been smooth, and now we were finally here, ready to dive into a weekend filled with family, food, and fun. I glanced at Felix, who was peering out the window with wide eyes, taking in the scenery as we drove to the hotel.

“Are you ready for the chaos that is my family?” I teased, nudging him playfully.

Felix chuckled, turning to me with that bright smile I adored. “I’ve been waiting for this! You’ve talked so much about your family’s carne asada. I can’t wait to experience it firsthand.”

After checking into our hotel and freshening up, we headed to my parents’ house. As we approached, the familiar sounds of music and laughter reached us, and the aroma of grilled meats wafted through the air. It was like stepping back into my childhood, and I couldn’t wait to share it all with Felix.

We walked through the gate, and my family greeted us with open arms. My mom was the first to hug us both tightly. “Y/N! Qué bueno verte! “( It's great to see you) And Felix Mijo, welcome to our home!” she exclaimed, her smile warm and welcoming.

“Thank you for having me,” Felix replied, his voice sincere and full of gratitude.

My dad handed Felix a cold drink and a plate piled high with carne asada, grilled onions, fresh tortillas and some salsa on the side. “Eat up, Felix! We’ve got plenty,” he said, patting him on the back.

Felix took a bite and his eyes widened in delight. “This is amazing! I’ve never tasted anything like it.”

I laughed, watching him savor the flavors. “I told you, didn’t I? My dad’s cooking is legendary.”

As the evening went on, we mingled with my family, sharing stories and laughter. My younger cousins were eager to meet Felix, bombarding him with questions about his music and life in Korea. He answered each one with patience and enthusiasm, making them giggle with his playful antics.

My grandmother, sitting comfortably in her favorite chair, beckoned us over. She took Felix’s hand in hers, examining him with a wise smile. “You take good care of Y/N, yes?” she said, her voice gentle but firm.

Felix nodded earnestly. “I promise I will,” he replied, squeezing her hand gently.

“Good,” she said with a nod, then turned to me. “He’s a keeper, mija.”

Felix wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. “I’m the lucky one,” he murmured, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. My family watched, some of them teasingly making exaggerated "aww" sounds.

“Look at Y/N, finally bringing someone home who can handle our craziness!” my uncle joked, winking at me.

“Yeah, and someone who can dance!” my aunt added, nodding towards the makeshift dance floor.

The music picked up, a lively cumbia filling the air. My aunt, ever the life of the party, noticed Felix tapping his foot to the rhythm. With a mischievous grin, she approached us.

“Felix, have you ever danced to cumbia?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Felix shook his head, a bit shy but eager. “No, I haven’t. But I’d love to learn!”

My aunt clapped her hands, delighted. “Perfect! Y/N, come help us teach him.”

I took Felix’s hand, leading him to a cleared space in the yard. “Okay, watch closely,” I said, demonstrating the basic steps with my aunt. Felix watched intently, trying to mimic our movements.

“Here, let me show you,” I said softly, taking his hands in mine. I guided him through the steps, counting softly to the beat of the music. Felix concentrated, his brow furrowed in determination, but his smile never faded.

“You’re doing great!” I encouraged, laughing as he stumbled slightly. “Just feel the music.”

Felix grinned, catching my eye. “I’m trying, but I think I’m stepping on your toes more than the ground.”

I giggled, teasing him. “Well, if you keep it up, you might just become the next cumbia star.”

He laughed, twirling me playfully. “Only if you promise to be my dance partner.”

“Deal,” I replied, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips as we continued to dance.

The music shifted to a faster tempo, and my aunt clapped her hands, signaling for everyone to join in. The yard transformed into a lively dance floor, filled with family members swaying and spinning to the infectious beat.

Felix and I danced together, our movements becoming more fluid and synchronized. We laughed, our joy contagious, drawing smiles from everyone around us. In that moment, I felt a deep sense of happiness, knowing that Felix was not only experiencing something new but was also becoming a part of my world.

As the night wore on, the music slowed, and the sky turned a deep indigo, dotted with stars. Felix and I found ourselves sitting on the porch steps, catching our breath and watching the festivities continue.

My dad joined us, handing us each a glass of homemade horchata. “So, Felix, how are you finding our little family gathering?” he asked, settling into a chair beside us.

Felix took a sip, savoring the sweet, creamy drink. “It’s been incredible. Your family is so warm and welcoming. I feel like I’ve known them forever.”

My dad chuckled. “That’s the idea. We’re glad to have you here.”

Felix leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m so glad to be here with you,” he whispered.

“Get a room!” my cousin called out jokingly, causing everyone nearby to laugh.

Eventually, we headed back to the hotel, hand in hand, relishing the cool night air. As we arrived, Felix pulled me into a warm embrace. “Today was perfect,” he murmured, his voice soft and sincere.

Just then, Felix’s phone buzzed. It was a call from one of his bandmates. Felix answered, grinning as he listened. “Yeah, it was amazing! Y/N’s family even gave me leftovers to bring back,” he laughed.

I chuckled, wrapping my arms around his waist. “They really liked you,” I whispered.

Felix ended the call and turned back to me, his eyes full of warmth. “I’m so lucky to have you and your wonderful family,” he said, pulling me in for another hug. We lay down together, feeling the comfort of each other's presence, and soon drifted off to sleep

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As the sun peeked through the curtains the next morning, I woke up with a smile, replaying the events of the previous night in my mind. Felix was still asleep, his face peaceful and relaxed. I gently nudged him awake, eager to start another day of adventures.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," I whispered, brushing a stray hair from his forehead.

Felix stirred, blinking a few times before his eyes focused on me. "Morning," he mumbled, stretching with a contented sigh. "Last night was amazing."

I nodded, feeling the warmth of his words. "And today is going to be just as fun. My cousin invited us to a jaripeo."

Felix's eyes lit up with curiosity. "A jaripeo? What's that?"

"It's like a rodeo," I explained, excitement bubbling in my voice. "There will be bull riding, traditional music, and lots of dancing. I think you'll love it."

Felix grinned "That sounds awesome! I can't wait to experience it."

After a quick lunch, we got a Uber and started headed over to the event. The energy was palpable as we arrived, with people bustling around, preparing for the festivities. My cousin, Luis, greeted us with a wide smile.

"Y/N! Felix! Glad you could make it," Luis exclaimed, pulling us into a friendly hug. "You're in for a treat today."

Felix laughed, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I'm ready for whatever you throw at me."

Luis led us to the main area, where the jaripeo was already in full swing. The sound of lively banda music filled the air, and the crowd cheered as riders showcased their skills on the bulls. Felix watched in awe, his eyes wide with wonder.

"This is incredible," he said, his voice barely audible over the noise.

I nodded, feeling a sense of pride as I watched him take it all in. "Just wait until we start dancing."

As the afternoon wore on, Luis introduced Felix to some of the traditional dance moves. Felix was a quick learner, his natural rhythm shining through as he practiced alongside my cousins. Laughter and cheers erupted as he spun and twirled, his enthusiasm contagious.

"You're a natural!" I called out, clapping along to the beat.

Felix beamed, clearly enjoying himself. "I think I'm getting the hang of it!"

Later, as the sun began to set, Luis handed Felix a drink, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Try this. It's a little something to help you loosen up."

Felix took a sip, his eyes widening at the taste. "Wow, that's strong!"

I laughed, watching as Felix's cheeks flushed with warmth. "Just don't overdo it," I teased, nudging him playfully.

As the evening wore on, the music grew louder, and the dancing more spirited. Felix, with a newfound confidence, joined in with gusto, his movements becoming more fluid and carefree. I could see he was having the time of his life, fully immersed in the experience.

The lively atmosphere of the jaripeo was suddenly interrupted by a commotion near the bull-riding arena. A group of people had started arguing, their voices rising above the music. Felix and I exchanged curious glances, and Luis, noticing our interest, leaned in to explain.

"Ah, don't worry about it," Luis said with a chuckle. "It's just some friendly rivalry. Happens all the time at these events. They'll sort it out soon enough."

Sure enough, the heated exchange quickly dissolved into laughter and playful shoves, the tension dissipating as fast as it had appeared. Felix watched with wide eyes, a mixture of surprise and amusement on his face.

"Is this normal?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

I nodded, grinning. "Pretty much. It's all part of the experience. Everyone's just here to have a good time."

Felix shook his head, laughing. "This is wild. I love it."

As the night continued, the energy of the jaripeo reached new heights. A group of people nearby began waving their beers in the air, swaying to the music with infectious enthusiasm. Their voices rose in a cheerful chorus of gritos, the traditional Mexican shout, accompanied by the sharp, celebratory whistles that echoed through the night.

Felix watched in awe, his eyes wide with delight. "That's amazing! I want to try it," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

Luis, overhearing Felix's enthusiasm, handed him a beer with a grin. "Go for it, Felix! Give us your best grito!"

Felix took a deep breath, raising his beer high. With playful determination, he let out his own version of a grito, a mix of a shout and a laugh that had everyone around us cheering and clapping.

"Not bad for a first-timer!" I teased, giving him an encouraging pat on the back.

Felix laughed, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pride. "I'll get better with practice," he promised, taking a sip of his drink.

As the night wore on, we found ourselves surrounded by my cousins, who were eager to get to know Felix better. They peppered him with questions about his life in Korea, his music, and how we met.

"So, Felix," one of my cousins asked, leaning in with a curious smile, "what's been the biggest surprise about visiting here?"

Felix thought for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "Honestly, it's how welcoming everyone has been. I feel like I'm part of the family already," he said, his voice sincere.

Another cousin chimed in, raising her glass in a toast. "A nuevos amigos y familia!" (To new friends and family!) "We're glad to have you here, Felix."

We all clinked glasses, the sound of laughter and camaraderie filling the air. Felix, clearly enjoying himself, took another sip of his drink, his movements becoming more animated as the alcohol took effect.

"You know," Felix said, turning to me with a playful grin, "I think I'm getting a little tipsy."

I laughed, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Just a little? You're doing great, though. Everyone loves you."

Felix leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. "That's because I have the best guide," he murmured, his words slightly slurred but full of affection.

Luis, always the jokester, leaned over to me with a smirk. "Oye, Y/N, cuida a tu novio antes de que se pierda," (Hey, Y/N, take care of your boyfriend before he gets lost) he teased, adding, "Y tú, pendeja, no lo dejes solo." (And you, dummy, don't leave him alone.)

I rolled my eyes, playfully swatting at him. "Cállate,Luis! He's fine," (Shut up, Luis! He's fine) I retorted with a laugh.

As the night wore on, Felix's laughter grew louder, his dance moves more exuberant. My cousins joined in, teaching him new steps and encouraging his playful antics. The sight of him fully immersed in the experience, surrounded by my family and friends, filled me with a deep sense of happiness.

As the festivities began to wind down, Luis suggested we all head out for some late-night tacos at a nearby street vendor. The idea was met with enthusiastic cheers from everyone, including Felix, who was still a bit tipsy from the drinks.

"Vamos por tacos!" (Let's go for tacos!) Luis exclaimed, his words slightly slurred as he led the way, his arm draped over one of our cousins for support.

Felix laughed, his steps a little wobbly as he followed along. "Tacos sound perfect right now," he said, his eyes bright with excitement.

We made our way to the taco stand, the smell of sizzling meat and fresh tortillas guiding us like a beacon. The vendor greeted us with a friendly smile, already preparing for the influx of hungry revelers.

Luis, clearly in high spirits, ordered a round of tacos for everyone. "Tacos para todos!" (Tacos for everyone!) he declared, raising his hand in a triumphant gesture.

As we gathered around the small stand, the sounds of sizzling meat and chatter filled the air. Felix eagerly took a bite of his taco, his eyes widening in delight. "These are amazing!" he exclaimed, savoring the flavors.

I grinned, watching as Felix and my cousins devoured their tacos with gusto. "I told you, nothing beats street tacos after a night like this."

Luis, still in a playful mood, nudged Felix with a grin. "Hey, Felix, you have to try the salsa. It's a bit spicy, but worth it."

Felix, undeterred by the warning, spooned some salsa onto his taco and took a bite. His eyes widened as the heat hit him, but he quickly recovered, nodding in approval. "Spicy, but so good!"

Laughter erupted around us as Luis and the others teased Felix about his reaction, their own cheeks flushed from the combination of alcohol and laughter.

As we stood there, enjoying our tacos and each other's company, I felt a deep sense of contentment. Felix, surrounded by my family, was clearly having the time of his life, and I couldn't have been happier to share this experience with him.

Eventually, as the night wore on and the tacos disappeared, we began to make our way to Luis home, our hearts and bellies full. Felix leaned against me, his head resting on my shoulder, a contented smile on his face.

"Today was incredible," he repeated, his voice soft but filled with sincerity. "Thank you for sharing this part of your life with me."

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. "I'm glad you're here to experience it all. There's no one else I'd rather share it with."

As we walked back, surrounded by the sounds of laughter and the occasional grito from Luis  and the others, I knew that this was another memory we'd cherish forever.

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2 AM Adventures

Pairing : HAN JISUNG X READER ( lover, fluff, late night )

Summary : At 2:14 AM, Han wakes the reader for a spontaneous adventure to an abandoned record store

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I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Groaning, I reach out blindly and grab it, squinting at the screen.

Han: Wake up sleepyhead, I’m outside.

My eyes widen. What? I sit up too fast, the blanket sliding off my shoulders. I glance at the time. 2:14 AM. This boy is crazy.

I don’t live with my parents anymore. Moved out a while back, got my own tiny apartment in the city. Han had been over a million times before, sometimes spending entire weekends here just because he could. We’ve been together for a while now, but he still has this habit of showing up unannounced, especially at the most ridiculous hours. And I let him. Every time.

I stumble out of bed, still half-asleep, and peek through my window. Sure enough, Han is standing outside, hoodie on, hands stuffed in his pockets. The streetlamp casts a glow on his face, and he looks up at me with a small smirk, like he knows he’s being a menace.

I text back. Y/N: What are u doin here???

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he lifts his hand and motions for me to come down. I hesitate for like, two seconds, but let’s be real, I’m already grabbing my jacket.

Slipping on my shoes, I quickly pull on a hoodie and head out, the cold night air hitting me as I step onto the sidewalk. Han watches me with amusement, hands still buried in his pockets.

“Did you really come to my place in the middle of the night just to stand there and stare at me?” I whisper-yell, rubbing my arms for warmth.

He grins, rocking on his heels. “Nah, babe, I came to take you somewhere.”

I blink at him. “Right now? Are you serious?”

“Always.” His eyes twinkle with mischief, and I already know I’m doomed.

Sighing, I shake my head. “Han, if we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“As you should.” He grabs my hand, and even though I should be mad, I let him. His hand is warm, and suddenly, I don’t feel as cold anymore.

We start walking down the quiet streets, the city feeling different at this hour—slower, softer. The usual chaos is replaced with distant traffic hums and flickering neon signs. I can’t help but smile. This is so dumb. But this is also so him.

“So where exactly are we going?” I ask after a few minutes.

“You’ll see, sweetheart.” He squeezes my hand lightly, and something about it makes my heart do this annoying little flip.

We walk for what feels like forever, turning down streets I barely recognize until we stop in front of an old, abandoned record store. The sign is faded, the windows dusty, but there’s a certain charm to it.

Han pulls out a key from his pocket, and I gawk at him. “Tell me you don’t just casually have a key to a closed record store.”

He grins. “I might know a guy.”

With a dramatic bow, he pushes the door open, and I step inside, greeted by the scent of old vinyl and dust. Rows of records line the walls, the place frozen in time. There’s a small couch in the back, like someone had been using this place to hang out rather than sell music.

Han plops down onto the couch and pats the spot next to him. “Welcome to my secret hideout, babe.”

I sit beside him, looking around in awe. “How did you even find this place?”

He leans back, stretching his arms behind his head. “Just stumbled upon it one day. Figured it’d be cool to have a place just for me… and now, you too.”

My heart clenches at his words. The way he says it so casually, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“So, what do we do now?” I ask, fiddling with the sleeve of my hoodie.

Han stands up suddenly and starts digging through a crate of records. He pulls one out, dusts it off dramatically, and places it on an old turntable in the corner.

Soft music fills the room, crackly and imperfect, but perfect in its own way. He holds out his hand. “Dance with me, baby?”

I raise a brow. “At two in the morning?”

He smirks. “When else?”

Laughing, I take his hand, letting him pull me up. We sway to the music, our steps clumsy, but I don’t care. In this moment, nothing else matters.

As we dance, he leans in slightly, his breath warm against my cheek. “You know, babe,” he murmurs, “I think this might be my favorite night ever.”

I smile, feeling my heart race. “Mine too.”

We keep swaying, the world outside forgotten. The weight of the night, the secrecy of this moment, it all feels like something out of a dream. I rest my head against his shoulder, letting the music carry us.

Han chuckles softly. “We should probably head back before you fall asleep on me.”

I groan, tightening my hold around his hand. “Five more minutes, love.”

He hums in agreement, resting his chin on top of my head. “Five more minutes.”

And for those five minutes, we exist in our own little world—just us, the music, and the quiet promise of something more.

The song fades out, but neither of us moves right away. Han finally pulls back just enough to look at me, his gaze soft and unreadable. “You know,” he says, voice low, “we should do this more often.”

I scoff playfully. “What, sneak out in the middle of the night to break into abandoned buildings?”

He grins. “Exactly.”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t help but smile. “You’re impossible.”

“But you love it, babe,” he teases, nudging me gently.

I don’t answer, but I don’t have to. The way my fingers tighten around his says enough.

We finally decide to head back, the night air crisp against my skin as Han keeps his arm draped lazily over my shoulder. He hums quietly, a melody I don’t recognize, but something about it feels comforting.

When we reach my apartment, I hesitate at the door. Han watches me, his hands back in his pockets, rocking on his heels like he always does when he’s waiting for something.

“Stay?” I ask softly.

His lips curl into a slow smile. “You sure, sweetheart?”

I nod. “I mean, you did wake me up at two in the morning. You owe me.”

He laughs and follows me inside. We move through the dimly lit apartment, everything familiar and warm. I toss him a spare hoodie before crawling back into bed, and he joins me without hesitation, wrapping an arm around my waist like it’s second nature.

“You know, one day we’re gonna be old and boring, and we won’t do dumb things like this anymore,” I mumble sleepily.

Han chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Nah, baby. Even when we’re old, I’ll still wake you up at 2 AM just to take you on little adventures.”

I smile against his chest. “Good. Don’t ever stop.”

“Never, babe,” he promises, his voice fading as sleep starts to take over.

And with that, I drift off, safe in the arms of the boy who will always be my greatest adventure.

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A Moment to Remember

Pairing : HYUNJIN X READER ( lover, fluff, small teasing ) Short imagine

Summary : Hyunjin and the reader paint each other, laugh, and share a warm moment

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It was one of those lazy afternoons, the kind where the world seems to slow down just for you. Hyunjin and I were cuddled up on the couch, enjoying each other's company and the soft hum of the city outside. He suddenly turned to me with that mischievous sparkle in his eyes that I loved so much. "Hey, how about we paint each other?" he suggested, his voice full of excitement.

I laughed, knowing full well that my artistic skills were questionable at best. "You sure you want to risk it? I might turn you into a cartoon character," I teased, poking his side playfully.

He grinned, pulling me closer. "I trust you baby, and besides, it'll be fun. We can hang them up as a reminder of today."

With that, we set up our little art station in the living room, surrounded by canvases, brushes, and a rainbow of paint tubes. We sat across from each other, trying to suppress our giggles. Hyunjin had this intense, focused look, like he was about to create a masterpiece. Meanwhile, I was just hoping I wouldn't make him look like a potato.

"Okay, no peeking until we're done," he said, giving me a playful wink. I nodded, trying to concentrate on capturing his features. I started with his hair, which was a lot more challenging than I thought. How do you even paint hair? It ended up looking like a wild mess of lines.

As I moved on to his eyes, I realized they were way too big like, cartoonishly big. I tried to fix it, but somehow it just got worse. His nose turned out all crooked, and his mouth was... well, let's just say it looked like he was blowing a bubble.

"How's it going over there? " Hyunjin asked, clearly having a much easier time than me. He glanced at his canvas with a satisfied smile, and I could already tell his painting would be amazing.

"Oh, you know, it's... coming along," I replied, trying not to burst into laughter at my own disastrous creation.

Finally, after what felt like forever, we both finished. "Alright, on the count of three, we'll show each other," Hyunjin suggested. I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and dread.

"One, two, three!" We both turned our canvases around at the same time. Hyunjin's painting of me was, of course, beautiful. He captured everything perfectly, from my eyes to my smile. It was like looking in a mirror, but with a touch of magic.

Then there was my painting of him. As soon as he saw it, he burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but join in. "Oh my gosh, Y/N BABY, what happened to my face?" he managed to say between laughs.

"I don't know! I swear I tried my best!" I giggled, holding my stomach because it hurt from laughing so much. "I guess abstract art is my thing?"

Hyunjin wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. "Well, it's definitely... unique. I think I look like a Picasso painting!"

We spent the rest of the afternoon teasing each other and making up silly stories about what was happening in the painting. It turned out to be one of the best days, filled with love, laughter, and a new inside joke that we'd probably never let go of.

As the laughter died down, Hyunjin leaned closer, a playful smirk on his lips. "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you made me look like that on purpose," he teased, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to look innocent. "Me? Never. I just wanted to capture your... unique charm," I replied, grinning.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a warm embrace. "Well, I guess I can forgive you," he murmured softly, his lips brushing against mine.

The teasing melted away as we shared a sweet, lingering kiss, the world around us fading into the background. It was one of those perfect moments where everything felt just right, and I couldn't help but smile against his lips.

Pulling back slightly, Hyunjin looked into my eyes, his expression soft and full of affection. "I love you, even if you did turn me into a cartoon character," he whispered, making me laugh again.

"I love you too," I replied

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STARRY NIGHT

Pairing : CHANGBIN X READER ( lovers, fluff, surprise ) Short imagine

Summary : Reader finds their room filled with glowing stars, a loving surprise from Changbin

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As I opened the door, I was greeted by the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of vanilla candles. The living room was dimly lit, and I noticed a small trail of glow-in-the-dark stars leading towards our bedroom. Curiosity piqued, I followed them.

"Changbin?" I called out, wondering where he was hiding. There was no answer, just the soft hum of music playing from our speaker. I pushed open the bedroom door and gasped.

The ceiling was covered with hundreds of glow-in-the-dark stars, twinkling softly in the dim light. Two lamps sat on the bedside tables, one shaped like the moon and the other like the sun. I was speechless.

Suddenly, Changbin appeared from behind the door, grinning from ear to ear. "Surprise!" he exclaimed, looking as proud as ever.

I laughed, feeling my heart swell with affection. "Changbin, what is all this? It's amazing!"

He shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just thought I'd bring the universe to you, you know? Since you're my moon, my sun, and all of the stars."

I felt my cheeks heat up, and I couldn't help but smile. "You're such a dork," I said, playfully shoving his shoulder.

He chuckled and handed me a small note. I unfolded it and read aloud, "You are my moon, my sun, and all of the stars. So I did this to make sure you always know."

I looked up at him, feeling a little choked up. "Changbin, this is so sweet. I don't even know what to say."

He took my hand, pulling me closer. "You don't have to say anything. Just promise you'll always look up and think of me."

I nodded, resting my head against his chest. "I promise. But you know, this means you have to help me take them down when we move out."

He laughed, wrapping his arms around me. "Deal. But until then, let's enjoy our little galaxy."

We lay on the bed, staring up at the stars he had carefully placed. It felt like we were in our own little world, just the two of us. We talked for hours, about everything and nothing, under our makeshift night sky.

"Did you know," Changbin said, breaking a comfortable silence, "that stars are basically just big balls of gas?"

I giggled, turning to look at him. "Thanks for the science lesson, Professor Changbin. But I think I prefer them like this."

He grinned, squeezing my hand. "Yeah, me too."

As the night wore on, I realized that it wasn't just the stars or the lamps that made this moment special. It was Changbin, and the thought and love he put into creating this little surprise. It was knowing that no matter what, we had each other, our own universe.

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TEXTING HEARTS

Pairing : LEE KNOW X READER ( friends to lovers, first kiss )

Summary : Reader and Lee Know, who start chatting and quickly become close

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I never imagined that a simple text could change everything, but that's exactly what happened when I started chatting with Lee Know. We met through mutual friends, and what started as casual texting quickly turned into long conversations that stretched late into the night. There was something about him—his humor, his kindness, the way he seemed to just get me—that made my heart flutter every time my phone buzzed with a new message.

Every evening, I found myself eagerly waiting for his texts. We joked around a lot, sharing memes and teasing each other about everything under the sun. There was always a playful undertone, a hint of something more in our exchanges that I couldn't quite put my finger on. But I knew one thing for sure: I was falling for him, and fast.

One chilly autumn evening, we decided to meet up and go for a drive. The idea of being in a car together, just the two of us, was both exciting and nerve-wracking. As I waited for him to pick me up, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and butterflies in my stomach.

When his car pulled up, I took a deep breath and climbed in, greeted by his warm smile and the familiar scent of his cologne. The car was cozy, and as we drove through the city streets, the world outside seemed to blur away, leaving just us and the soft music playing in the background.

"Hey, did you see the meme I sent you earlier?" Lee Know asked, glancing over with a grin.

I laughed, nodding. "Yeah, it was hilarious! I can't believe you found that. You always have the best ones."

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I aim to please. Besides, I love making you laugh."

His words made my heart skip a beat, and I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. "Well, you're definitely good at it," I replied, trying to sound casual.

As we drove, the conversation shifted to more personal topics. We talked about our dreams, our fears, and the little things that made us who we are. With each word, I felt more connected to him, as if an invisible thread was weaving our hearts together.

"Do you ever think about the future?" I asked, curious to know more about his aspirations.

"All the time," he admitted. "I want to keep doing what I love, but also find someone to share it with. You know, someone who gets me."

I nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. "Yeah, I get that. It's important to have someone who supports you and makes life more fun."

He glanced over at me, his gaze soft. "I think I might have found that person," he said quietly, his words hanging in the air between us.

My heart raced at his confession, and I couldn't help but smile. "I think I have too," I replied, feeling braver than I ever had before.

Eventually, we found ourselves parked at a quiet overlook, the city lights twinkling below us like stars. The silence between us was comfortable, yet charged with an unspoken tension. I didn't want the night to end, and it seemed like he didn't either.

"I had a great time tonight," he said softly, turning to look at me.

"Me too," I replied, my heart pounding in my chest.

There was a pause, a moment where the world seemed to stand still. Then, almost as if drawn by some invisible force, we both leaned in. The kiss was gentle, tentative at first, but it spoke volumes. It was like everything we had been feeling but hadn't said was wrapped up in that one perfect moment.

As we pulled away, our eyes met, and I knew that this was just the beginning of something wonderful. I smiled, feeling warmth spread through me despite the chilly night air. "Goodnight, Lee Know," I whispered as he drove me back home.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he replied, his smile soft and full of promise.

As I stepped out of the car and watched him drive away, I couldn't help but grin to myself. My heart was full of hope and excitement for what the future might hold. Once inside, I leaned against the door, replaying the evening in my mind.

Just then, my phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Lee Know. "So, about that kiss... Can we make that a regular thing? 😉"

I laughed, feeling my cheeks warm up again. Quickly, I typed back, "I think I can arrange that. 😊"

His reply came almost instantly. "Great! Because I've been thinking, maybe next time we can try a different location. I hear the park is nice this time of year."

I smiled at his suggestion, my heart fluttering with excitement. "Sounds perfect. Maybe we can bring some snacks and have a little picnic."

"Deal. And maybe I'll bring another meme to make you laugh," he added playfully.

I chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "Looking forward to it. Goodnight, Lee Know."

"Goodnight, Y/N. Sweet dreams," he replied.

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The following weekend, we met up for our picnic at the park. The sun was shining, and the leaves were a brilliant mix of reds and golds. We spread out a blanket under a large oak tree and unpacked the snacks we had brought.

"This is such a great spot," I said, looking around at the beautiful scenery.

Lee Know nodded, taking in the view. "Yeah, it's perfect. I love this time of year."

As we settled in, we started talking about our favorite things about autumn. "I love the way the air smells," I said. "It's so crisp and refreshing."

He smiled, nodding in agreement. "And the sound of leaves crunching under your feet. It's like nature's music."

We both laughed, and the conversation flowed easily from one topic to another. We talked about everything from our favorite movies to the most embarrassing moments we had experienced.

"Okay, you have to tell me your most embarrassing moment," Lee Know said, a playful glint in his eyes.

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "Oh no, do I have to?"

"Yes, you do. It's only fair," he teased.

"Fine," I relented, laughing. "Okay, so one time in high school, I was walking down the hallway, and I tripped over my own feet. I fell flat on my face in front of everyone. It was mortifying!"

Lee Know burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but join in. "That's pretty bad," he admitted, still chuckling. "But I bet you handled it like a champ."

"More like I wanted to disappear," I said, still smiling. "But what about you? What's your most embarrassing moment?"

He thought for a moment, then grinned. "Alright, so there was this one time I was performing, and I completely blanked on the lyrics. I ended up just humming along until I remembered them."

I laughed, imagining the scene. "I bet you played it off like a pro."

"Well, I tried," he said, shrugging with a sheepish smile.

As the afternoon wore on, we found ourselves lying back on the blanket, watching the clouds drift by. It was peaceful, and I felt a sense of contentment just being there with him.

"Thanks for today," I said softly, turning to look at him.

He smiled, reaching over to take my hand. "No, thank you. I can't remember the last time I had this much fun."

We stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying each other's company. And as the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, I knew that this was the start of something truly special.

Later that evening, after we had both returned home, my phone buzzed with a new message from Lee Know. "Hey, did you know you have a really cute laugh? 😏"

I felt my cheeks warm up as I replied, "Oh really? I think your laugh is pretty cute too. 😊"

He quickly responded, "Well, I guess we're just two cute laughers then. Maybe we should start a club. 😂"

I chuckled at his playful message. "Only if you're the president," I teased back.

"Deal! But only if you promise to be my vice president. We need to keep this club running smoothly," he replied with a wink emoji.

"Sounds like a plan. Looking forward to our next meeting," I texted, feeling a warm glow of happiness.

"Me too. Sweet dreams, Y/N," he sent, ending the conversation on a sweet note.

As I set my phone down, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that this was just the beginning of many more wonderful moments together

[jeonqquek]

LOVE LOST, TRUST BROKEN

Pairing : BANGCHAN X READER ( lovers to exes, angst, breakup, cheating ) Short Imagine

Summary : Reader faces the heartbreak of Chan's betrayal during a stormy night. As they argue, they realize love isn't enough to fix what's broken.

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The rain outside had intensified, mirroring the storm brewing within the small apartment. Y/N stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed tightly over their chest, as Chan paced back and forth, his frustration evident in every step.

"You think I wanted this to happen?" Chan's voice was strained, a mix of anger and desperation. "I made a mistake, Y/N. I'm only human!"

Y/N's eyes flashed with anger as they met his. "A mistake? Is that what you're calling it? You didn't just trip and fall into someone else's arms, Chan. You made a choice—a choice that destroyed everything we built together."

Chan stopped pacing, his hands running through his hair in exasperation. "I know I messed up, but you have to understand, it didn't mean anything. I was confused, and—"

"Confused?" Y/N interrupted, their voice rising. "Confused about what? About us? About the promises you made to me? You don't get to use confusion as an excuse for betrayal."

Chan's face crumpled, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him. "I was scared, okay? Scared of how much I love you, scared of losing you, and I... I acted out."

Y/N shook their head, disbelief etched into their features. "So, instead of talking to me, you decided to cheat? How is that supposed to make anything better?"

"I'm not saying it was right," Chan replied, his voice cracking. "I'm saying I messed up, and I want to fix it. I want to make things right between us."

Y/N's heart ached at his words, a part of them yearning to believe him, to forgive and forget. But the betrayal was too fresh, the wound too raw. "You can't just fix this, Chan. Trust isn't something you can glue back together once it's broken."

Chan took a step closer, his eyes pleading. "Please, Y/N. I love you. I don't want to lose you. Tell me what I can do to make this right."

Y/N's resolve faltered for a moment, the sincerity in his voice tugging at their heartstrings. But the image of him with someone else flashed through their mind, reigniting the anger that simmered beneath the surface. "You can't just say you love me and expect everything to be okay. Love isn't enough to erase what you did."

Chan's shoulders slumped, defeat settling over him like a heavy cloak. "I know. I know I've hurt you, and I don't deserve your forgiveness. But I can't stand the thought of you walking out of my life."

Y/N turned away, tears blurring their vision. "You should have thought about that before you betrayed me. I can't keep pretending that everything's fine when it's not."

The silence that followed was deafening, the air thick with the weight of unspoken words and shattered dreams. Chan stood there, his heart in his throat, as Y/N gathered their things, each movement a reminder of the finality of their decision.

As Y/N reached the door, they paused, turning back to look at him one last time. "I hope you find what you're looking for, Chan. But it can't be with me."

With those parting words, Y/N stepped out into the rain, leaving Chan alone in the empty apartment. The echoes of their argument lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of a love that had been irrevocably broken. And as the door closed behind them, both knew that this was a goodbye that would linger long after the storm had passed